Gamblers, there are winners and losers, excitement when they win, and melancholy when they lose.

Gamblers who lose their gambling will always have a kind of depression that cannot be described and cannot be confided in others.

Han Chuang is a gambler who loses a game, unwilling, but helpless.

If he paid full attention, it was not difficult to see Miss Nie's tricks, but he was careless and forgot one thing: from beginning to end, Miss Nie never said a word to admit defeat.

"Despicable!"

It was his senior sister Liu Qingfu who spoke, Liu Qingfu's eyebrows were very beautiful, curved like the crescent moon in the night sky, faintly able to give people a comfortable feeling, even when she was angry, she was also very beautiful.

She was annoyed, angry at the woman not far away, who had won the game by despicable means—just when she thought it was settled.

Beautiful women are dangerous, but dangerous women are not necessarily beautiful, Liu Qingfu is a beautiful and dangerous woman, she is very special and unusual.

The blue sea is tidal, the martial soul suddenly appears, and Liu Qingfu's palms are condensed with a faint true qi.

"Zheng!" The four maidservants under Miss Nie pulled out their scimitars and blocked them in front of Liu Qingfu.

"Get out of the way!" Liu Qingfu said coldly, her tone was cold, her tone was cold, and even her expression when she spoke was cold.

She is not a cold woman, but for the sake of her junior brother, she will also become such a woman, with a cold face, and kill everyone.

The scimitar could stop Gu Lingbo, but it couldn't stop her.

The battle seemed to be on the verge of breaking out, and there was an atmosphere of tension in the air.

"What are you doing, you haven't come back!" a female voice came.

It was Miss Nie who had won a game who spoke, and her mood was not like winning the gamble, but there was a kind of weirdness, and she couldn't be worried about people.

The four maids didn't move, because Liu Qingfu in front of them didn't move, so they didn't move, and they wouldn't move.

Miss Nie frowned and said, "If you don't get out of the way, the family law will deal with it!"

The four maids hesitated for a moment, and finally retreated, but the scimitar was not sheathed, and the killing intent in their eyes was not restrained, as long as Liu Qingfu made any outrageous moves, they would rush up.

"I don't need to talk to a vile villain, I'll get there. Liu Qingfu said, her face was solemn, and anyone could see that the hatred had not disappeared.

She stepped forward, but was stopped by a man.

"Senior brother, what is this for?"

It was Han Chuang who stopped her.

Although Han Chuang is not a fair and honest person, he also understands the truth of being willing to gamble and lose, in his opinion, losing is losing, and he can only blame himself and blame others.

He stopped Liu Qingfu, turned his head to Miss Nie, and said with a smile: "Miss Nie is smart, I'd rather fight wits than strength, this time I'm Han Chuang's loss." ”

Liu Qingfu's face turned pale, and she was about to have a seizure, but she was stopped by Han Chuang, and only heard him whisper: "It's not in the way, it's just one to one." ”

It turned out that he had already won a game.

Liu Qingfu breathed a sigh of relief and retreated to her original position.

The atmosphere was still tense, as if it only needed an opportunity to explode.

Han Chuang waved his hand, swept away the cold aura condensed beside him, and said, "Miss Nie, let's talk about the content of the third competition." ”

Maybe it was the guilt at work, or maybe it was moved by Han Chuang's gentle tone, Miss Nie was stunned, but quickly reacted.

She walked up to Han Chuang and said with a smile: "You won the first competition, I won, I won the second competition, and let's try the swordsmanship in the third game, how about it?"

Gu Lingbo and Liu Qingfu suddenly looked strange.

Not to mention them, even Han Chuang's face was extremely strange, staring at Miss Nie's smiling face, and he was silent.

Miss Nie's apricot face is flying, her face is drunk, and her face is as bright as the first stamen of a peach blossom.

She raised her voice sharply and shouted, "What's the matter?

Han Chuang said with a strange expression: "It's not, I'm just wondering if Miss Nie still has any restrictions." ”

Miss Nie's face turned red again, but she quickly said, "There are no restrictions, it's completely fair!"

Han Chuang laughed out loud and said, "Who doesn't know that I, Han Chuang, am the best at using swords, isn't Miss Nie deliberately letting me?"

Miss Nie sneered and said, "I know that you Han Chuang is good at using swords, but you are not the only one in the world who is good at using swords, I am also good at using swords!" A look was handed over, and Dong Mei took out a cold sword from her waist and handed it to Miss Nie.

Miss Nie took advantage of the situation to pull out a beautiful sword flower, pointed the tip of the sword at the tip of Han Chuang's nose, and said with a smile: "Isn't it that Han Gongzi looks down on me when he sees me as a woman?"

As soon as Han Chuang saw this posture, he knew that she was good at using swords: the tip of the sword was the main one, standing casually, but her feet were naturally one in front and one behind, her shoulders were relaxed, and her wrists were stretched.

Han Chuang smiled slightly and said, "Since Miss Nie has this Yaxing, it will be disrespectful to be below." "Stand steadily, and take out a sword stake taught by a mysterious person.

Miss Nie frowned, only to see Han Chuang standing in place, with flaws all over her body, but she didn't know where to attack, as if every flaw was a trap.

"What should I do?" Miss Nie held the long sword in her hand and circled around Han Chuang, only to find that the flawed sword piles here and there made her feel like she had nowhere to start.

"Are you scared?" Han Chuang said with a smile, "The most taboo thing for a swordsman is to be cowardly before fighting, such a you must not be my opponent." ”

Miss Nie didn't want to admit that she was scared, but she had to follow Han Chuang's voice and think, "Am I really scared?

"Who said I'm scared, I'm just waiting for you to draw your sword. She forced a smile and flicked the tip of her sword with her hand, and the "buzzing" sound of the sword woke her up.

Han Chuang shook his head, stared at those sober eyes, and said seriously, "I won't take out the sword first." ”

"Why?" asked Miss Nie, looking wary.

Han Chuang looked at the sky in the distance with blank eyes, and slowly spoke: "Because if I use my sword, you will lose." ”

"It's now!"

Miss Nie's eyes lit up, and a sword stabbed out.

Because it was a sword competition, she didn't use the martial spirit, nor did she use the true qi, just a simple sword stabbing out; this sword was very slow, slow like a snail crawling on the leaves, anyone could easily capture the trajectory of the sword blade, Liu Qingfu and the others were about to laugh, and suddenly found that this sword had disappeared.

There was no trace, as if it had never pierced.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, and a hint of appreciation appeared in his arrogant eyes, which flashed in a flash.

Half-step sword intent!

He thought of the girl who was also competing with him at the annual meeting of the two clans, the different sword heart, the same half-step sword intent, at that time he had not yet learned swordsmanship, and could only win by devouring martial souls, and now he-

smiled.

The half-step sword intent is sharp, unparalleled sharp, making it impossible to resist, but in the face of the real sword intent, there is no possibility of resisting at all.

"No wonder you dare to compete with me with a sword, it turns out that you are relying on half-step sword intent!"

Han Chuang's voice carried a wisp of indescribable loneliness.

The sword was unsheathed, silent.

No one could describe the subtlety of this sword, because no one saw how this sword was stabbed at all, they only saw Miss Nie's sword, against Han Chuang's forehead, and Miss Nie herself showed a look of astonishment.

Lost?

A hint of disappointment flashed in Liu Qingfu's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by worry, she knew Han Chuang, she knew that he was an arrogant person, and she understood what failure meant to a person who was arrogant to the core.

Be quiet

Even if a needle fell on the ground, the sound could be heard quietly.

"I lost. Miss Nie said lightly, and before her words fell, a crack appeared in the center of the sword made of fine iron in her hand.

"Click!"

The cracks gradually widened, and the branches branched out, from a flat one at the beginning, to a thousand branches, like the veins of leaves.

"Click!

With a gentle breeze, the sword forged of fine iron was finally overwhelmed, shattered into tiny pieces, and fell to the ground.

Han Chuang smiled slightly, that sword, although he didn't hurt Miss Nie's body, destroyed her sword, and at the same time destroyed her confidence.

When the half-step sword intent meets the true sword intent, there is only one result

- Defeated.