Chapter Twenty-Three: The Sword of the Soft Fan
At this time, it was already full of people, Mu Nancheng struggled through the crowd, he was still low-key, not easy to use light work, if someone found out his true identity, it would be difficult to solve it.
Mu Nanju waited for a while, and found that it was not his turn yet, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Please Ling Dusk, Su Yicheng come to the stage to compete! Repeat, please Ling Dui, Su Yicheng come to the stage to compete! Said a man in the stands in the distance.
When Mu Nancheng flew on stage, he heard the crowd talking, "Isn't Su Yicheng the iron fan boy?" "Yes, yes, what is he doing in martial arts, that one named Ling Dui is miserable this time! "Oh? It seems that the opponent this time is very interesting. It's the first time that Minami Tachibana has such a strong curiosity about a person.
The white shadow flickered, although Nan Tang did not see the face of the comer, but he could still see from his body that he was a handsome boy, which was really far from the master of the rivers and lakes in Nan Tang's imagination, but he was still not to be underestimated, and his light skills seemed to be good and interesting.
"How about giving you three moves? Su Yicheng said jokingly.
This person, the wind is on his sleeves, but the dark brown hair is not tied up with a hairband, and it hangs down loosely, giving Nan Tang a feeling of unruliness. The slender and fair-skinned hand holds a silver-gray iron fan, the corners of his mouth are lightly hooked, his beautiful eyes are like water, and he smiles before speaking, and he seems to be romantic and frivolous.
"No, let's make a move. Nan Tang didn't appreciate it.
"Brother Ren, you'll regret it, I'm sorry. After Su Yicheng finished speaking, Nan Tang saw that the white figure in front of him suddenly became blurred, and several double images appeared, forcing towards him, and Mu Nan Tang, who was superb in light skills, immediately realized that this person was extraordinary. Mu Nan Tang, who usually wins by speed, has no advantage at all in comparison.
Nan Tang quickly moved back, bringing a gust of wind, flashing the fan that quickly hit, and then quickly pulling out the water cold.
But who knows, Su Yicheng had already expected Nan Tang's dodge path, and used a ruthless fan slash behind Nan Tang, Nan Tang saw that he couldn't dodge, so he luckily raised his sword to meet it, and a piercing sound slid through his ears, this person can actually gather so much strength on a small iron fan, he is not an idle person.
After a few moves, Nan Tang was forced to retreat, and there was no chance to attack, so it was inevitable that he was a little impetuous. When Nan Tang pressed his sword against the fan, he felt that Su Yicheng's speed seemed to have slowed down, what was going on? He doesn't look like such a weak person.
Looking at the fan behind Su Yicheng sneering, could it be that he was letting himself?
Mu Nanju sobered up instantly, he was too impetuous just now, since you let me, I will understand it. If you want to provoke me to mess around, I'm afraid it's backfired.
Mu Nanju took a step back, then stepped forward, swung Shui Han out of an almost perfect arc, revealing a daytime aurora, and then pressed his wrist to instantly defuse the attack of the fan.
Su Yicheng was extremely surprised, he didn't expect it at all, so he had to retreat quickly.
A sword followed, Su Yicheng closed the iron fan, and seemed to swing it out softly, but it resisted the menacing water cold sword, making a sizzling iron friction sound, but he didn't expect that he also made good use of skill, using the opponent's power into his own strength, and his martial arts were indeed profound.
The more the two fought, the more courageous they became, and the people in the audience watched the two figures entangled with each other, which was dazzling, and they couldn't tell what the situation was at all, but the originally uproared crowd was silent for the two people on the stage, the two heroes.
A woman's most fatal weakness has gradually been exposed over time, and her physical strength is far inferior to that of a man, but Nan Tang understands that Su Yicheng still has a trick to use, and he does not dare to relax his vigilance.
You must know that the iron fan as a weapon is definitely not as simple as a delicate fan surface that is easy to operate, or a hard fan bone to resist attacks. Ordinary iron fans are equipped with dark grooves, and the dark grooves are usually equipped with small hidden weapons-poison needles.
Sure enough, when the two were separated by a distance, several plain silver poisonous needles flew out. Nan Tang had already prepared, a little on tiptoe, his body was suspended on the ground, and he gently stepped on the poisonous needle in the air, gradually approaching Su Yicheng.
"Stop! Nan Tang stepped on the last poisonous needle and landed lightly, pointing at Su Yicheng with a sword and a fan, and the two of them were both between the two of them.
Nan Tang was sold back by the sword, and smiled lightly: "Accept and concede." "
"It seems that I underestimated the enemy, is Brother Ren's name Ling Dui? For some reason, Nan Tang heard the ruffian in his bones in a very serious sentence.
"Yes. Now Nan Tang's physical strength has been completely overdrawn, it can be said that she is sweating like rain, she wiped her sweat with her cloud sleeves, and saw a little mark on the Xuan pattern.
It's miserable, I came out too quickly, and I didn't change my appearance carefully, and now I sweat out, and I see that my makeup is about to be spent, what should I do?
Su Yicheng looked at the person in front of him, his light blue hairband may have been picked off by himself in the fight, his long black hair hung down naturally like himself, his face was slightly red due to the competition, but his lips were already white, and it could be said that it was difficult to distinguish between male and female.
Su Yicheng watched Mu Nancheng leave in a panic with some blankness, and his mind had not yet recovered from the thrilling fight.
What's wrong with you? Su Yicheng scratched his head in confusion, and then simply left.
"Hey, you two, don't you want to know what will happen to you? Don't go! You're all here the day after tomorrow. One of the people in the stands shouted hoarsely, but the two of them had long since disappeared.