The cold face swept over Yu Moxi's empty-handed state, and said coldly: "Light up your weapons!" ”

The tone was high-minded, like a charity.

Yu Moxi narrowed his eyes, remained silent, grabbed his right hand slightly in the void, and grabbed a dagger into his palm.

The moment he clenched it, a gust of wind blew in his right ear without warning, and his hair flew up.

A blade, shaped like a crescent moon, slashed head-on.

momentum, breaking thousands of troops.

In their ears, everyone exclaimed.

But before they could sigh, the next scene made them so shocked that they couldn't say a word.

Everyone saw that the girl was unhurriedly stabbing in front of her, as if she was making a gesture of resistance.

The speed was so slow that everyone present could see it clearly, and it was not as sharp as the oncoming blade.

"Qiang—"

It's the collision and friction of blade to blade, the passion of speed against speed.

The victory on Leng Mian's face slowly disappeared, and the blankness crossed his face, followed by even greater shock.

How, how is that possible?!

I actually took it?!

"Whew!"

There was a light snort, like a drop of water dripping vertically onto the fragile mirror, and in the next second, the mirror shattered, and the scattered fragments were silently swallowed by the darkness.

The cold face woke up violently.

seems to be as slender as an orchid, with a petite and delicate body, but it bursts out with power that does not match its appearance.

The broken knife in his hand sank.

Leng Mian couldn't suppress this huge force, and was pushed back by the girl with a dagger.

Pedal Pedal !!

With a slanted step, he finally stopped at the edge of the tournament platform.

Behind it, there was already a cold sweat.

The disdainful gaze faded and was replaced by a solemn and vigilant look.

The corners of his eyes slowly condensed into two slender lines.

The ice seems to have melted.

The fire burned up.

It was a raging fire, a spark of war.

"There are two hits, and it's worth my ...... Treat it more. ”

…… One more point.

Yu Moxi's autumn eyes narrowed shallowly, and the deep waves appeared in his eyes, the light and shadow were intertwined, mottled and scattered.

Holding the Ziling dagger in one hand, the index finger and middle finger of the other hand are all together, gently brushing the blade.

"Oh? It's a pity......" the girl sighed softly.

The voice is low and shallow, without the slightest undulating line, but it can make the listener moan for it.

I want to dig deeper into the meaning of "pity".

“…… For you, a trace is also a waste. ”

“……”

There are two hits, and they deserve more treatment from me......

It's a pity, it's a waste for you......

Minute to thread.

One point more, one point less.

Winner, obviously.

"W-That's crazy, isn't it?"

"I'll go! How do you feel more crazy than Xiao Yan! ”

"Another madman!"

Under the stage, there was a chaotic exclamation, a high voice, like a wave, sweeping the audience.

"Tsk! The arrogant little junior sister...... It seems to be even more eye-catching! Jiang Sheng leaned on the railing, clutching the wine bag he got out of nowhere.

Bite off the stopper and pour a sip of hot drink.

"Ah...... Wine! ”

The intoxicating peach blossom eyes, at the moment, are covered with a thin layer of mist due to drinking, which looks even more evil and seductive.

But in the depths of that eye, there is an unshakable condensation of ice...... One piece with Qingming.

With a casual tilt of his head, his gaze happened to fall on the only lone figure on the No. 2 competition platform.

I remembered the materials I had flipped through at random.

Jiang Sheng gently hooked his lips, and his smile was meaningful.

"He's an interesting guy too, though ......"