The gloomy, gray sky seemed to be about to collapse, and suddenly a flash of lightning, accompanied by a "boom" of thunder, was deafening. The rain fell heavier and heavier, falling from the collapsed sky and sloping down like a spectacular waterfall, washing everything on the ground.

The wind whistled, and the rain seemed to turn into countless whips, whipping everything in the heavens and the earth. Flowers and trees, those who were not spared, were knocked to the ground one after another. Even human beings, who are the spirits of all things, are also staggered by such a violent storm.

The same is true inside and outside the barracks. The people on and off the stage, as well as those who have been guarding outside the gate and refusing to leave without waiting for the final result, are already drenched and almost dehuman. It's just that no matter how heavy the rain is, as long as the game continues, they will be fearless and will not back down.

The people in the tent are not much better, although there are still tents and people around them to cover them, but such a heavy rain, and the wind is helping to do evil, the rain has come in, including the emperor and the noble concubine, as well as the princes and ministers, who are also almost wet.

At this time, more and more people are retreating, not wanting to see so many people on and off the field getting drenched in the rain, let alone seeing themselves in the rain too. looked at the emperor and the noble concubine who were the driest in the largest tent, and it could be seen that they were also tempted to find a clean and dry place to avoid the heavy rain as soon as possible, but they seemed to be reluctant, and still stared at the only two people left on the field.

Xuanyuan Yichen has been standing on the edge of the tent, and has never taken a step back inside, even if he wants to pull in the first and fifteenth years, Xiaoyue and Linglong, he flatly refused. He knew what the emperor and the noble concubine meant, and they could make themselves and Liu Qingyan suffer and suffer, and they didn't mind suffering a little together. Anyway, they are not the worst victims, so it will be a good deal for them.

He had long been looking forward to being able to go on that stage to replace Liu Qingyan, but if he couldn't do this, let him get closer to her and let him have more rain on his body, as if he could empathize with her a little more. No matter how much he said it, no matter how much he persuaded him, he would definitely not enter the tent.

The first and fifteenth years of junior high school, Xiaoyue and Linglong all knew that they couldn't persuade the prince no matter how much they persuaded them, and they had already given up. All they can do is to stand by the side of the prince, feel the torrential rain with him, pay attention to the contract together, and Liu Qingyan on the stage. At such a time, even Linglong seems to be able to temporarily put aside the jealousy and hatred in her heart.

The rain was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes. Liu Qingyan could only squint his eyes all the time, looking at his opponent through the dense rain curtain.

She still had the veil on her face, and she knew that there would be a protracted and fierce beating today, and she deliberately tied the veil so tightly that she couldn't untie the knot without opening it. This knot lived up to expectations, and it was already this time, and the veil never fell off her face. However, because she had absorbed too much rainwater, it became heavy and dull, and it was firmly attached to her face. Because this veil is specially made, even in such heavy rain, it will not reveal a little bit of the face under the veil, and at most you can see the fainter and lighter pink on the thin lips.

Thanks to this veil, Liu Qingyan seemed to feel that his breathing was becoming more and more difficult. After a long time, I am afraid that it will affect her reaction and performance. But she must not remove this veil, for fear that it will bring her even more endless troubles later. The only way to do this today is to solve it quickly. With this idea, Liu Qingyan accelerated his offensive and the speed of the counterattack, and he no longer ran all over the field.

"Not good!" Xuanyuan Yichen suddenly shouted, and saw that the long sword in the young man's hand took advantage of Liu Qingyan's momentary reaction and stabbed straight towards her throat, seeing that blood was about to be splashed on the spot, Xuanyuan Yichen himself was about to rush up, but he saw that Liu Qingyan's reaction was not slow, and at the last moment, he raised the big iron rod in his hand and blocked his throat.

This posture looks indescribably awkward, but it is really the most practical, and I saw that the young man's long sword was finally stabbed on this big iron rod, and this big iron rod finally played his heavy advantage at this time. If it was an ordinary weapon, even if it was the most handy bamboo before Liu Qingyan, under the stab of this long sword, I was afraid that it would soon break into two knots, but because this big iron rod was too thick and thick, the long sword pierced into the iron rod hard, but there was no way to pierce it and reach Liu Qingyan's throat.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Liu Qingyan swung the big iron rod quickly and freely, and wanted to snatch the sword from the young man's hand. Losing his weapon is like losing his right-hand man, which is really beneficial to Liu Qingyan. It's just that the boy is not so useless, he immediately pulled out his sword, but it was too late, and with a wave of the iron rod, he finally hit the boy again. And this time it was definitely a lot worse than the one that hit him in the leg just now.

The young man's face changed slightly, and he thought that he had to stand firm immediately in order to quickly respond to another round of attacks from the other party, but he suddenly noticed that he couldn't feel it under his feet, and before he could react, the whole person had already staggered. Liu Qingyan seized this opportunity even more, and swept over with another stick, and the young man either stiffened his sturdy but really thin body and was hit by this big iron rod, or he had to retreat back.

However, just as he was stumbling, he suddenly found that the two of them had come to the edge of the arena during the unwitting fight, and behind him were the three rows of weapon racks that had been placed here. And the reason why he stumbled just now was because his leg had been hit by an iron rod just now, although it was not a big problem, but after all, he was injured, and the more important the moment, the more this flaw was magnified countless times. It's like now.

Another reason was that he happened to step on a small pit under his feet. The carpet on the stage was covered with countless scratches from various weapons, sword marks, and so on. The only small pothole turned out to be smashed out by Liu Qingyan on the ground in order to show that she was holding a real big iron rod in her hand. Unexpectedly, at the critical moment, it played such a role like divine help.

The boy didn't expect it, and Liu Qingyan didn't think of it either. But now was not the time for them to think about it, and the boy only knew that if he went any further back, he would only fall off the stage, and he had already lost the most important game three years ago. Now, three years later, he can't afford to lose again.

With this thought, the young man's immature face instantly became cold and cruel, and his eyes were full of murderous aura, which was a murderous aura that could kill others while abandoning himself. This kind of murderous aura, even Liu Qingyan, who has been a killer all his life, has an instant shock. At this moment, although the big iron rod in her hand did not stop in the slightest, it still came towards the young man's chest, but the young man not only did not hide, but also faced the big iron rod, as if he ran to the door to die.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you!" This thought flashed through Liu Qingyan's mind in an instant, it seemed that she could already foresee that the young man's blood was splashed and he would die on the spot, she had killed too many people, and she didn't care about killing another one, even if she admired the unfathomable martial arts of this young man. But whoever made him her last opponent, don't blame her for being polite.

Everyone watched as the big iron rod was about to hit the young man's body hard, and the young man seemed to be ready to die, and stretched out his hands, as if he had no intention of dodging and resisting. It was at this time that Liu Qingyan's movements slowed down inexplicably......