Huang Sheng said strangely: "Will there be any changes?" ”

Viche smiled and didn't answer. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Soon all the games were over, Connor, Rust and others were promoted, and among the twelve winners, only Huang Shang and an Indian girl were not Caucasian, which attracted attention.

Under the watchful eye of the Sloan instructors, the apprentices, unharmed, rested for a while and began the second wheel.

This time, Huang Shang shook to the 21st, and the opponent was the Indian girl, named Mo Yuanla.

"That's a coincidence!"

Huang Shang thought, raised his sword and saluted, Mo Yuanla's weapon was not a sword, but a short spear, also wooden, without a sharp edge, blunt head flat and sluggish, far less eye-catching than its owner.

Even from the aesthetic point of view of Westerners, Mo Yuanla is undoubtedly a beautiful girl, with light brown skin glowing with a beautiful exotic style, attracting many defeated apprentices, who come around to comment on their heads and feet, and from time to time to say a few words to Huang Shang, which naturally failed to cause the slightest fluctuation.

Mo Yuanla held the short spear, clasped her hands in front of her chest, crossed upwards, and returned a strange etiquette.

Huang Shang recalled that Ganduo and Zheba, who were fighting with Yu Tunan that day, revealed a little bit of Indian martial arts, and were very impressed by its amazing flexibility and powerful destructive power.

"Let's go!"

Huang Sheng stepped forward with his right foot, held the sword with both hands, placed it on the left back side of his body, pointed the tip of the sword to the ground, and made a back-end starting pose, waiting for the battle.

Mo Yuan pulled down the short spear and walked slowly.

Huang Shang stood still.

There is no hope for the first place anyway, and the rewards for the second and third places are not eye-catching, and at this moment, victory or defeat has nothing to do with him, just experience this different style of Indian martial arts.

Don't think about winning, don't worry about losing.

Simply enjoy the fight.

Therefore, Huang Shang was very calm and indifferent from the inside out, and for a while it was a little similar to the kind of emptiness in the fixed realm, like the strange state when he was besieged by four people that day, and the things around him slid through the heart lake one by one, but did not leave half a trace.

Mo Yuan pulled a spear and stabbed it straight to his left arm.

Purely out of the body's natural reaction, Huang Shang swung his sword upward.

Mo Yuanla suddenly slanted to the left, almost bullied into Huang Shang's arms, leaned forward, bent over, left foot turned back, heel with the sound of whirring wind, smashed to the door of Huang Shang's face, left hand into a knife, slashed right knee, the right arm holding the spear made a snake-like twisting action, and at the same time opened the wooden sword, pierced the chest.

In the blink of an eye, the Indian girl used both hands and feet to launch a triple offensive at the same time.

If in a normal state, with Huang Shang's only one month of practice time, very shallow actual combat experience, he would never be able to stop this wave of offensive, he was already in a hurry, he didn't know how to deal with it, and he was taken down in one fell swoop, but his situation at the moment was a little special, it was impossible to be reasonable, almost instinctively reacted, Huang Sheng took a step to the left, and subtly dodged the double attack of Mo Yuan's short spear and left foot, and the wooden sword slashed down diagonally, slashing at her only support at this time, her right leg.

This flash and split, very subtle, defensive and offensive, obviously a bit beyond Mo Yuanla's estimate, her reaction is also very peculiar.

With the momentum of leaning forward, the right foot suddenly exerted force, Mo Yuan pulled the whole person to jump up, the windmill generally turned over the yellow clothes on his head and feet, and the short spear in his hand was reversed, not using the tip of the spear, but replacing it with a more gentle rear pestle to the yellow clothes Tianling cover.

"Wow!" The onlookers cheered in amazement.

In the swordsmanship of Western apprentices, this kind of whole jumping, jumping over the enemy tricks are extremely rare, at this moment by this beautiful foreign girl to use, skirt and long hair fly together, the beauty of the movement and the girl's gentle posture overlap, the dance is general, and novel, and good-looking, naturally won the full house.

Breathing in general, Huang Shang quickly retreated, the long sword flirted with the sky, and slashed the short spear heavily, Mo Yuanla was helpless, accelerated with the help of the somersault, let go and abandoned the soldiers, almost slid down the backbone of Huang Shang, arched his back before he landed, smashed his elbows back, hooked his left leg, stretched his toes, and stomped violently.

When she was about to succeed, Mo Yuanla suddenly felt that she was hit by a sharp hard object on the lower side of her left flank, and her heart hurt and she spurted blood.

"It's the hilt of the sword!"

Mo Yuanla reacted and barely turned forward, but when she heard the sound of the wind, when she squatted on the ground and raised her head, the Huangshang wooden sword just pointed at her forehead, and said softly: "You are defeated......"

Before she finished speaking, Mo Yuanla swung away the wooden sword violently, and pounced on it empty-handed, Huang Sheng taught her a soft and changeable melee attack like a snake, and did not dare to let her get close again, the wooden sword collapsed little by little, hitting Mo Yuan's two wrists respectively, bruised, this girl did not admit defeat, several times she attacked, and the dangerous moves were frequent, trying to take away the yellow clothes wooden sword and pull the two sides back to the initial situation.

However, Huang Shang's hand holding the sword was very steady, and he didn't give her a chance, and he cut it horizontally and diagonally, and was slashing vertically, leaving large white spots of lime on the girl's arms.

The onlookers couldn't bear it, and they all accused Huang Shang of being too heavy, and persuaded Mo Yuanla to admit defeat earlier.

Mo Yuanla gritted her teeth, grappling and not retreating, her eyes from time to time aimed at the short spear that fell at Huang Shang's feet.

Huang Shang turned a deaf ear, waved the wooden sword, his face was calm, although he was a little strange in his heart, he would never show mercy before the other party admitted defeat.

In terms of the sheer strength of both sides, Huang Sheng knew that she was still at a disadvantage, if it weren't for the heavy blow on the hilt of her sword just now, which caused her to vomit blood and be injured, unable to use all her strength, and taking advantage of her eagerness to regain the weapon, it would still be very dangerous now.

After fighting for a while, Mo Yuanla suddenly ignored the sword stabbed by Huang Sheng in the chest, and instead rushed forward, wanting to fight hard and eat the wooden sword, and also snatch the weapon back.

Huang Shang was also taken aback, and immediately took the opportunity to use the "three-star night photo" imitated from Weixi, and quickly took out three swords, the first two swords were heavier, hitting the girl's chest, blocking her castration, and the third sword was very light, stopped at her throat, looked directly into Mo Yuanla's eyes, and quickly gasped for a few breaths, only to realize that his physical strength was about to bottom out again, and said: "Sorry, you lost!" ”

For some reason, Mo Yuanla's face was very ugly, biting her lip and glaring at Huang Shang, she looked very unwilling to be angry, it didn't seem that it was just because she had lost the possibility of competing for the Apocalypse Fruit.

"Gu wins, advance to the next round." The Sloan instructor walked over with his hands folded and announced the results.

Mo Yuanla suddenly lowered her head and began to cry.

The apprentices glared at Huang Shang angrily, and a few white teenagers even took the opportunity to come to Mo Yuanla's side and comfort him.

Huang Shang's strength was exhausted, he took a few more breaths, ignored these people, bypassed them, came to the tree, and smiled bitterly at Wei Xi: "When did you finish?" ”

"About half a moment ago!" Wei Xi said, pointing at Mo Yuanla, who was slowly leaving, and asked with a smile: "Such a beautiful young lady, are you reluctant to do it?" ”

Huang Sheng shook his head and said, "Be merciful to your opponent's subordinates, I'm not that strong." ”

Viche laughed, a little amused.