"Come on!" Yan Qingcheng raised the scythe straight.

His wings were still folded behind his back, and he didn't seem to have any intention of using them for defense.

Peony's attack came in an instant, and the black shadow projected on the ground completely covered Yan Qingcheng's body.

Clang!!!

Yan Qingcheng used the sickle blade to accurately point at the front of the scythe handle of the peony, parrying the powerful slash, his strength was much stronger than the girl, so he used this way of coping with force.

Peony was parried because of the attack, and his body flying in the air was a little unbalanced, Yan Qingcheng grabbed this tiny flaw and jumped back a small step, just enough to dodge the ring spurs of his wings.

At this time, Peony has not yet landed, and her strength on her wings has failed, and it is the moment when she reacts the slowest time!

Yan Qingcheng adjusted the direction of the sickle blade and swept out towards the peony with his back.

The corners of the audience's chic mouth curled, he didn't expect that the two of them would have to separate the winners and losers in one face.

Three years ago, Peony had just reached the age of fifteen, and everyone in the Yanxing Branch held a coming-of-age ceremony for her.

With a reasonable reason to clean up the peony, he tried his best to teach her a hard lesson, and finally reluctantly let her pass at the end of the day.

Although he also suffered a few tricks in order to delay time, they were all trivial matters, most of the time he unilaterally beat the peony, and this beating made him angry for several years.

Several gods were very satisfied, and they all said that Xiao Shi did a really good job.

But afterwards, Xiao Sao was tortured by Peony for a whole year, and occasionally in the middle of the night when he couldn't sleep, he would wonder if it was better to be a simple gas bag from beginning to end, just to breathe out in exchange for a more painful life, no matter how it was worth thinking.

Time returned to the present, Xiao Sao saw that Yan Qingcheng was about to repeat his mistakes, not to mention how happy he was.

However, the gods did not react, and it seemed that they did not share his thoughts.

Will Peony be defeated in the first hand-to-hand encounter?

Of course not.

She decisively let go of the scythe in her right hand, and her wings forcefully vibrated to speed up the fall, and she leaned down to dodge the sweep of the clear words.

Yan Qingcheng readjusted the direction of the sickle blade and swept towards Peony again, but this time it was Peony who took the lead.

She rushed forward with a brisk stride, stretched out her right hand and grabbed Yan Qingcheng's face.

After being close to the battle sickle, it lost its usefulness, and Yan Qingcheng could only let go, and at the same time stood up with his left hand and slashed at Peony's right hand.

He made a precise calculation in his mind, as long as he took this wave of attacks, he could directly grab Peony's head with his right hand, and at the same time lock Peony's wings with both wings, so that he would win; The bare-handed fight was in his favor, and Peony's choice of hand-to-hand combat was simply self-defeating.

But imagination is always beautiful, reality is not.

Yan Qingcheng's left hand split into the air, Peony made a false move, she didn't use force at all, but chose to wrap Yan Qingcheng's left wrist and kick her left leg with force.

Yan Qingcheng hurriedly leaned back, his wings supporting the ground to prevent him from falling.

There was no strong wind on his left leg, and Peony still made a false move!

Yan Qingcheng, who found this, was shocked in his heart, and he had lost the room to parry.

Peony put her left leg on Yan Qingcheng's shoulder as a fixed point, her wings flapped violently, her body rose into the air, and her right leg knee went straight to Yan Qingcheng's chin.

Yan Qingcheng had no choice but to withdraw the strength of his wings to support the ground, sit on the ground with his buttocks, and then quickly move away from Peony with a few rolls.

"Poof!" Xiao Xiao in the audience finally couldn't help laughing.

Is it that funny? Yan Qingcheng thought to himself, he was just a little embarrassed, his response was very good, okay.

Peony didn't continue the pursuit, she gave a blank look, and said slowly, "React quickly, Qingcheng." ”

"It's just a matter of luck." Yan Qingcheng got up from the ground and looked at the form on the gladiatorial arena, feeling not very optimistic.

He had been forced back to a position only five meters away from the edge, and the space for flashing and maneuvering was too small, even if he flew up, he would be blocked, and the two war scythes were within the control of Peony, as long as she regained the war scythe, Yan Qingcheng could only fall into a situation of being passively beaten.

The form is very bad, he re-judges.

"Speaking of which, it's not the first time I've used this trick, when was the last time I used it? Let me think about it carefully," Peony stretched out his index finger and nodded on his head, slowly retreated, and stopped in front of Yan Qingcheng's battle scythe, "Oh, I remember, the last time I used this trick was during my coming-of-age ceremony, when the opponent was Uncle Xiao Shi, he didn't have such a fast reaction speed as you, and I kicked him in the cheek and swollen for a whole week." ”

The chic smile froze, and Cheng En, who was next to him, turned red and gave a thumbs up to the peony.

"Alas, it's true, it's clear that no one else has done a good job, and he still laughs at him, someone's face is really thick." Peony shook his head and said.

"Concentrate on fighting, Peony," Song Beichen suddenly said, "Don't release the water, I'll talk about it when I'm done." ”

"Okay." Peony kicked Yan Qingcheng's war sickle away, took a few steps back, kicked his own war sickle away with another kick, and then hooked his finger towards Yan Qingcheng.

"I know you deliberately turned the scythe upside down to prevent it from hurting me, or I might not have been able to dodge those two sweeps; To be fair, I'll give you a chance too, come on! ”

Peony put out a right hand standing palm forward, and the left hand closed the fist hidden on the ventral side, and the two wings pointed straight at Yan Qingcheng.

"Want to fight with your bare hands? But I have an advantage in both strength and skill, are you sure you want to do this? Yan Qingcheng glanced at the scythes that landed at both ends of the field, twisted his neck, and took the same pose.

"Hmph, you don't have to bother, are you ready?

"As always, ladies first, please attack first."

As soon as the words fell, Peony rushed to Yan Qingcheng and slashed his right palm at his neck.

So fast! Yan Qingcheng completely relied on conditioned reflex to block her right palm, thinking that Peony had been hiding clumsily from the beginning, her biggest advantage was speed, the three-meter-long sickle was too heavy, which had a great impact on her; The bare-handed fight was beneficial to Peony, and Yan Qingcheng had misjudged from the beginning.

However, he already had a way to deal with it, when he was trained by Mo Yun, he encountered this kind of unpreparedness countless times, Mo Yun's moves were much faster than Peony's violence, and he could still barely resist.

Yan Qingcheng used his muscles and bones to make a mistake, he planned to stop after grabbing the peony, no longer disassembling the joints, but simply using force, relying on physical strength to restrain her.

Peony punched with his left hand and hit Yan Qingcheng in the abdomen.

Yan Qingcheng held his breath and forcibly caught the peony's blow.

This time, there was no mistake in judgment, Peony's strength was too small, and he would not be broken if he was ready.

Yan Qingcheng wrapped his left hand around Peony, ready to act according to the plan.

The peony who was restrained in his left hand did not panic, but smiled slightly.

Yan Qingcheng instinctively felt that something was wrong and wanted to withdraw his hand and stay away.

Too late!

Peony's wings vibrated with all his might, and he threw Yan Qingcheng into the air with the skill of four or two thousand catties.