"Who do you think you're talking to?"

Tianqiong's face was extremely gloomy, the violence in his eyes became more and more intense, the sword in his hand slashed down fiercely, and the streamer raised his sword with both hands to block it, but Tianqiong hit his sword and did not retract it, and the force in his hand did not decrease for half a point, and the wrist sank and the sword body pressed down fiercely, as if he wanted to suppress the streamer of resistance to the point that he could not bear it and knelt down directly.

Streamer only felt that the power coming from the sword was too strong, and he couldn't bear to hold the hilt of the sword with both hands, his legs couldn't stop trembling, and his knees trembled and he was about to kneel on the ground.

The pain in the body was so severe that it was almost numb, first it kept hurting hotly, and then the crispy and numb pain seemed to dull a lot. However, the senses were dulled, and the sharp sting still rushed directly into his brain, like an explosion.

Tianqiong is an adult man, if he directly fights with Tianqiong, it will be completely self-defeating, he can't kneel down like this, he won't be able to get up.

He hurriedly slid under the Heavenly Dome Sword and slipped away from the side, unloading the terrifying oppressive force.

The streamer stabbed backhand, and once again only stabbed the right arm of the Sky Dome.

Tianqiong sneered, and wanted to ask him if he would only use this move, but with a wave of the sword in his hand, a fierce sword qi roared towards him, and the streamer rolled on the ground to avoid it, and after getting up, he rushed over again with great momentum, and the wooden sword in his hand could still only reach Tianqiong's right arm.

Tianqiong swung his sword impatiently, and his tone became gloomy.

"You think you're joking around right now?"

Tianqiong waved his hand and slashed the sword again, and the surging sword qi almost condensed into an entity, but the streamer raised the sword to block but was directly pushed back by the sword qi, and if he couldn't stop it, he was overturned to the ground.

Streamer's back slammed on the ground, gasping for breath, his body heaving violently, the fishy sweetness in his throat surged up again, and the blood stains that had coagulated at the corners of his mouth were covered with new blood, bright red and dazzling.

"You think it's touching to be reckless, don't you?"

"Think I'm going to pity you, pity you?"

Tianqiong waved the sword in his hand again, and suddenly the sword aura was overflowing, as if two crosses had been drawn in the air, and before the streamer could get up, he was knocked to the ground by his sword qi, and the streamer could no longer control and screamed.

The numbness was followed by an even more intense pain that tore him apart.

"Nanfeng Streamer, my patience is limited, I will give you a chance to admit defeat at the end. ”

Streamer gritted his teeth and staggered up from the ground, he stood unsteadily, his body shook in a circle in place before he could barely stand still, and when he heard this, he suddenly shouted at the sky with a heartbreak: "Who is going to admit defeat? I haven't fallen yet! I haven't yet! Who wants to admit defeat! It's you, gloomy guy! I've always hated you! Always! I hate you very much! Who wants to admit defeat to the people I hate! Woo, how can you watch them all suffer! Watching Tianque Jun die

You're so bad!"

Streamer roared and cried, he was just a child, his likes and dislikes went straight by feeling, what if he would lose or die, he just wanted to tell Tianqiong loudly that he was really bad!

Tianqiong listened to his roar, he had never heard anyone say that he was bad......

Streamer is the first one.

But, why!

The sword in Tianqiong's hand swung like anger, and the continuous sword qi densely attacked towards the streamer, and the streamer rushed forward to avoid it, and the ground on his side was directly shattered by the terrifying sword qi, leaving a few deep dents.

Tianqiong kept moving, and he was angered by his words and lost his temper, and he violently chased the streamer and attacked, and scolded angrily: "What do you know? What do you know? Obviously, it is an upright competition, and if you lose, you will lose! I admit it! But he is cheating! If the competition continues, he will be the one who loses! It is him! I am the one who obviously ascends the throne!"

The streamer dodged in embarrassment, but he couldn't avoid such a dense attack, and he was knocked to the ground and fell to the ground, so painful that he couldn't say a word.

Tianqiong took two steps towards him, looked at him condescendingly, stopped the attack in his hand, and pointed to the holy woman Liuli with tears and a sad face on the altar, she was still flawless and holy, and tears were too, like a beautiful dream.

"Ever since I met her as a teenager, I have always admired her and longed for her! Because of her, I came to Dagong City! I just attended the Tuoba Festival! I love her deeply, and my brother knows it! But they stand in front of me holding hands with happy faces! You say......"

Tianque reached out from the ground and grabbed the streamer collar to lift him off the ground, like carrying a broken rag doll.

"You say I'm bad?"

He was carrying the streamer, but his eyes were staring at the glass on the altar, obviously talking to the streamer but it seemed to be questioning the glass.

"Where can I compare to my brother? Except for the difference in hair color, this identical face, where is it not as good as Tianque?

He's really unwilling!

He's got to win the game and win her back!

After Tianque finished speaking resentfully and angrily, he slammed the streamer to the ground, like the time he had broken in his youth, hard and painful.

A hint of pain crept up in his voice.

"You loser, you are qualified to say anything!"

The streamer was like a ball of broken porcelain, which was slammed to the ground, and a large mouthful of blood was sprayed directly, and the painful appearance was like a dying fish.

Liuli, who had been staring at the competition platform, was frightened by the tragic situation of the streamer, and rushed over the futon in a panic, as if the streamer fell down in front of her eyes, she wanted to catch him, and almost rolled off the altar, but it was still in vain, she covered her face and cried bitterly.

The whole audience was quiet, whether it was a game or not,

Such a picture is too cruel, some people cried with Liuli, and a low sad voice shrouded in the south wind hall, like a sad song.

The streamer couldn't raise his head to look at Liuli at all, the voice in his ears was blurry and noisy, as if there were many, many cries, like Sister A's, and like someone else's, he couldn't tell the difference, and his consciousness was about to be overwhelmed by pain.

He doesn't seem to be able to do it anymore, can he just stop here......

If you want to protect your sister, your wish will come to naught.

Spoke big again.

It's the real thing...... It's terrible.

Weaving Dream covered her eyes, she couldn't bear to look at it anymore, she whispered, "Brother, let's go and save the streamer, okay......?"

The streamer was almost killed......

"Wait, Ameng, do you believe it? ”

"Brother......

Zhu'an reached out and rubbed her hair and soothed, "He'll win, you should have noticed the streamer's unnatural movements." ”

Each time, the streamer stubbornly stabbed only the right arm of the sky.

Weaving Dream nodded, she had seen it before, and the streamer didn't know if he could only barely touch Tianqiong's right arm, the wooden sword in his hand had not been stabbed anywhere else, and had been stabbing towards the same place as Tianqiong's right arm, sword after sword, only this one action, just like the demon was stunned.

The streamer still struggled desperately to resist under the attack completely suppressed by the Sky Dome, but he was afraid but did not flinch, he was beaten and got up again and again, and the sword in his hand never stopped, stabbing the right arm of the Sky Dome again and again. However, it was like hitting a stone with an egg, which was not lethal at all, and Tianqiong didn't care about the streamer's painless attack at all, just like a child playing with the same strength, and every time he returned the attack to the streamer heavier and more painful, and beat the streamer down again and again.

"It's weak, but what if you stab a point hundreds or thousands of times?"

Weaving Dream's heart moved, she turned her gaze back to the competition platform, and looked worriedly at the streamer lying motionless on the ground.

Tianqiong waited for a while with his sword, and the streamer curled up on the ground at his feet, his breath so faint that it seemed to be about to disperse at any moment.

Tianqiong's gaze returned to gloom, looked at the streamer for a moment and moved away, turned around to leave the competition platform, the streamer was beaten like this, no need to confirm, he must have won.

Okay, so be it.

As soon as he took a step, the hem of his clothes was grabbed, and he looked back.

Streamer lay on the ground and crawled over and grabbed the hem of his clothes with all his might, preventing him from leaving, his head still drooping, but one of his hands grabbed the wooden sword and raised it tremblingly, stabbing at the right arm of the sky.

The action was clearly childish.

He whispered a number.

"Two hundred and ninety-nine. ”