Chapter 132 Play

Ye Piaoye looked at Lin Xiaoanvil with admiration and said, "It's really interesting to have an opponent like you." Ye Piaoye sat on a circle chair in front of the big stage, and there was a mechanism platform next to the chair, Ye Piaoye pointed to the platform, "On the stage under the stage, eight iron cables are connected to the silver blade collars around the necks of these eight people, as long as my fingers touch the mechanism of one of the iron cables, the head of one of them will fall to the ground." You know what?"

"Yes. Lin Xiaoanli replied obediently, like a schoolboy in the school.

"You and I are separated by seven feet and two feet, can your martial arts not let me touch this mechanism before killing me in one move?"

"No, you can't. ”

"Well, listen to the rules now, the rules are very simple, one life for another. After finishing speaking, Ye Piaoye clapped his hands, and a hanging curtain fell behind him, separating everyone, leaving only Ye Piaoye and Lin Xiaoanvil to each other, looking at each other in the moonlight. By the time the curtain was raised, Du Huan and the eight craftsmen who had been tricked into it had already put on various masks, and they were wearing the same costumes before, but they didn't know who Du Huan was at this time.

"Cumbersome. Lin Xiaoanli frowned.

"That's how good it is. Ye Piaoye pursed his lips and smiled, "Now, you have to kill one of my masters in a short incense stick in order to exchange the life of a person on this stage." It's called a life for a life, and that's fair, isn't it?"

"Fair. Lin Xiaoanzu said.

"Also, I'm the same as you now, and I don't know who among these eight people is your beloved Du Gongzi, it's also fair, right?"

"Not bad. Lin Xiaoanzu said.

"Huh, why do you like to say two words today?"

"Like. ”

"With the rules, I like it too, okay, the rules are set, now let's follow the rules, everything is subject to the destiny of heaven, do our best, isn't it, Du Gongzi? Oh, forgot, his mouth is blocked. Ye Piaoye smiled playfully.

Qiyin jumped lightly, got on the small table, handed a stick holder to Lin Xiaoan, Lin Xiaoanvil shook out a sign, Qiyin looked at the words on the sign, and sang loudly: Medicine King.

Ye Piaoye looked back at the man wearing the mask of the Medicine King: "I wonder if it's Du Gongzi?"

Lin Xiaoanli said: "My luck has always been good. ”

"Light incense. Ye Piaoye said softly. Mei Ying lit a finger-long short incense stick in the incense burner under the small stage.

"Lin Xiaoan, can it not hurt my life, if I can knock your master off the stage, does it count?"

Ye Piaoye said: "It turns out that Lin Xiaoanli also has a bodhisattva heart, okay." It's just that it's even more difficult to get off the stage. ”

Qiyin stepped off the stage, and a person who was also wearing the mask of the King of Medicine flew up to the stage, approaching Lin Xiaoanl with a giant axe, Lin Xiaoanvil knew that the short incense was easy to exhaust, and immediately took out the sword like the wind, the sword style is virtual, and the footwork is real, just to force the person to the side of the stage. That person has a giant axe, making it light and fluttering, it is actually the move of the eighteen sweeps of the dust of the pure heart of the old nun of the Lying Silkworm Temple, the eighteen sweeps of the dust, the most light killing move in Shushan martial arts, but it can be used with a giant axe, it can be seen that the martial arts cultivation of the person who came is light, and he is already a first-class master.

Lin Xiaoanli is not afraid of his giant axe killing moves, a few moves down, the person has been Lin Xiaoan's footwork with his own steps, the flaws in the move gradually come out, Lin Xiaoanvil saw the opportunity, the sword is like a swimming dragon, through the flaws of its moves, a sword stabbed the person's throat, the person was forced into a desperate situation, exerted all his strength, retreated to dodge, how do you know that Lin Xiaoan's sword style suddenly turned into a reality, to advance and retreat, the sword has been collected in his hand, the person just stood in embarrassment, Lin Xiaoan's sword style has seized the opportunity, forced to come up, three changes, forced the person to the side, the person knew that his defeat was decided, completely ignoring his own flaws, an axe slashed obliquely, Lin Xiaoanvil knew that the short incense was exhausted, and did not avoid, kicked the man off the stage, but his left arm had been swept by the edge of the giant axe, and his clothes were immediately soaked with blood.

"It's thrilling. What a handsome footwork. Ye Piaoye shook his head on the big stage opposite, clapped his hands and applauded, "Life is as short as this incense, alas, in the first game, Lin Xiaoanhui wins." But," Ye Piaoye frowned, "However, it seems that it is easier for Miss Lin to kill him directly, why should she fight to get injured and just knock him down?

Lin Xiaoanli took out a gold-painted copper tire rouge box from his arms, poured out some hemostatic scattering, wiped it on the wound, and said with a smile: "I don't kill people today, just because I don't like to exchange one life for another." ”

"Alas, whatever you want, this first scene is injured, are you sure that the person behind the mask of the Medicine King is Du Gongzi?" Ye Piaoye said, pointing to the person wearing the mask of the Medicine King, and immediately someone came to loosen the iron rope for him, and took off the silver blade collar, Lin Xiaoanvil and Ye Piaoye watched the person take off the mask, but it was not Du Huan. Lin Xiaoanan was very disappointed, smiled, and said, Fortunately, I don't gamble with anyone today. This luck Ye Piaoye laughed loudly, and said to the man, "You go, I haven't thanked Miss Lin for saving her life." Looking at Lin Xiaoanvil again, "It seems that the play is going to continue, shake the lot." ”

This time, it was the god of water.

Ye Piaoye squeezed his eyebrows at Lin Xiaoan, looked back at the person wearing the mask of Ruoshui God and said: "This image, it is too similar, it must be Du Gongzi, look at the waist, Lin Xiaoan, you can't miss this time." ”

The sound of chess ignited the second incense. When the mountain wind rose, Lin Xiaoanqing knew that the short incense burned faster in the wind. This time, the person who came to the stage was also a master wearing the mask of the god of water, and he was also a sword. That sword move is like the Tai Chi swordsmanship in the Central Plains. Do not seek merit, but seek no fault, do nothing and then control the enemy. Lin Xiaoanqing knew that in the face of such a master's swordsmanship, he couldn't rush forward, and he had to slowly speed up the tempo of the sword move. However, the short incense was about to burn in a moment, but at that time, Lin Xiaoanli simply did not move, and the man was only three steps away, dancing his sword by himself, as if he had come to this platform to practice his sword, and he did not come to attack, but there was no flaw in each of his sword styles.

Lin Xiaoanqin already knew Ye Piaoye's abacus. These masters are not their opponents, but to defeat them in such a short period of time, they have to fight for their lives, and if they fight for their lives, they will inevitably be injured, what should I do?

Lin Xiaoanvil didn't have time to think about it, the fastest sword style in the world is the simplest sword style, that is, the sword style of people who don't know the sword, that is, the sword style that has not changed, and it is the reckless man's unsuccessful move to stab out with a sword without leaving a backhand. Softness can be broken to rigidity, and rigidity can also be broken to softness. Lin Xiaoan's eyes were almost closed and he stared at the sword, and he didn't leave his back hand to stab at the man, and the person didn't expect that a sword master like Lin Xiaoanh would make such an ugly and vulgar move, as if everyone in the article suddenly wrote a paper full of vulgar curses. Although it is vulgar, it is strong and powerful. As long as that person shows a little timidity and retreats backwards, he will definitely die under Lin Xiao's anvil sword. Who knew that the man did not retreat and counterattacked, blocking the sword of Lin Xiaoanl with one hand, and holding up the sword flower with the other hand, and rushing to attack Lin Xiaoan's chest. When it was, Lin Xiaoanvil was fierce, the man's posture was swaying, one was rigid and one was soft, and between the swords, both of them walked away from the ghost gate. Blood drips on the stage, the night is too quiet, the moon is too bright, and the sound of ticking can be heard, like the sound of time.

Lin Xiaoanh dodged a sword in his chest, but his right arm was almost pierced by the man's sword, which was a very unbearable injury.

"You lost, neither killing my master, nor knocking him off the stage. Ye Piaoye's voice was full of sadness.

The man's hand blocking the anvil sword was also dripping blood. "Thank you Miss Lin for preserving this hand, and fighting with Miss Lin is better than learning swords for ten years. With that, he jumped off the stage gently.

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