In the ambivalent mood of being confused and happy and shy, the third game began.

Standing by the mirror lake, the streamer almost wanted to cry.

The opponent he drew was the noble prince Tianqiong, who was full of anger, and he stared at Tianqiong with a cold face and easily crossed the mirror lake, flew down on the competition platform in the middle of the lake, and then waited impatiently for him to pass.

Mrs. is so unfair!

They could all fly over with a snap, easily and quickly, but what was he going to do?

No matter how bad it is, even Wu Ya can use a thin thread to pass with such a step, and he doesn't seem to have any way......

Is he going to swim over?

However, no matter how much he racked his brains, he would not suddenly have the light skill of flying eaves and walking on the wall, he hesitated and was ready to jump into the lake, lose face, shame on him, don't you know how many pounds and taels you have?

Before jumping into the lake, he stole another glance at the holy woman who had been sitting silently on the altar.

Suddenly, the loose robe on his body was blown up by the wind, like a sail raised on the sea, a force almost blew him flying, his short hair fluttered messily in the wind, he couldn't help but want to cover his eyes, but in the afterglow, he found that the rest of the people present did not react at all, and the gust of wind only swirled around him.

The voice sounded in his ears like a dream, but others didn't seem to hear it at all.

"Pretty man, it's a little unsteady with your left hand, but let's go!"

The gust of wind lifted him softly like a pair of gentle hands, but with some less obvious shaking, it stumbled and gave him a ride.

The sudden rise in the air made him feel an unreal sense of weightlessness, the streamer suppressed the panic in his heart, turned his head and looked at the position he had just stood through the hair flying wildly, Weaving Dream stood side by side with Zhu'an behind him and looked at him with a smile, Weaving Dream's tightly bandaged right hand had to be honestly placed on his side under Zhu'an's silent surveillance, raised his intact left hand, and lifted it up in the air.

Ah, he, he, he's flying again!

He floated up and landed on the competition platform in full view of everyone, but no one else noticed that he did not cross the lake on his own, and with such thoughtful and gentle care, he felt a burst of gratitude in his heart.

After standing still, the gust of wind dispersed silently, and the streamer grabbed the wooden sword at his waist, and his eyes met the heavenly dome that had been waiting for him on the competition platform for a long time.

That gloomy gaze made him not know what to say, and before he could speak, he was still uncontrollably nervous, and he was constantly cheering himself up.

Seeing him flying over like this, Tianqiong didn't feel anything magical, just lowered his eyes and looked at him carefully, and then evoked a weird smile.

He wore a cyan ring on his right index finger, which seemed to be a habitual movement, and his left hand seemed to rub on the ring as if out of nowhere, his eyes were like torches, and he was covered with a yin owl that could not be seen, and the anger did not dissipate when he laughed.

"It's not, Nan Guozun

Your Highness the South Wind?"

“......”

In that violent and cold gaze and inaudible tone, the streamer became more and more nervous, but he didn't know what to answer, admitting that he was?

After a while, he mustered up the courage to say: "Today, today, I and I will definitely defeat you......!"

Although the stammering has lost much momentum.

"Huh?"

Tianqiong seemed to have heard a very incredible joke, and laughed heartily, and even laughed exaggeratedly to tears.

After the laughter stopped, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and his tone was a lot softer, but he said something that made Streamer tremble.

"Hehe, but, Your Highness Nanfeng, you have to distinguish between killing people and killing yourself!"

However, even if there was tension on the martial arts platform, Tianqiong was still the only normal person among the three people who had advanced up from the West Night Hall, because he didn't use any fantasy moves, he just pulled out his long sword from his waist and pointed it at the streamer, with indifference and undisguised contempt in his tone.

"Then, the last piece of advice, Your Highness Nanfeng, it's still too late to admit defeat, the sword has no eyes, if you die like this, your sister will be sad. ”

"I'm not going to lose!"

The tension in Streamer's heart could even be detected by Weaving Dream and Zhu'an under the field, and his whole body was trembling.

At this time, standing very close, the voices of the onlookers can also be heard clearly.

"That's still a kid, right?"

"I look at it, such a stinky hairy kid is coming to participate in the Tuoba Conference! haha, I don't know how to get into the finals!"

"I'm going to be beaten down!"

"Yes, his opponent is the Prince of the Heavenly Dome!"

"I see, he won't even be able to survive a round!"

"Hey, I mean, why do I think that little kid is a little familiar?"

“......”

The voices reached his ears word for word, and he raised his eyes to look at the saint on the altar with her head bowed.

Weaving Dream moved closer and said in a low voice: "Brother, why is the little man so nervous and scared? That Tianqiong is not so strong as far as I perceive it......

Zhu'an retracted his gaze, thought for a moment and replied, "I think, they have known each other before, and the fear of the streamer is not like the first time we met." ”

"Know?so, this emotion alone is very bad for the streamer......"

Weaving Dream's worried gaze once again fell on the streamer on the competition platform.

Don't joke with your life, little man!

"Bang!"

The streamer was hit in the stomach again, and the whole person was like a kite with a broken string, almost rolling off to the edge of the tournament platform, he covered his stomach and coughed, and tasted a strong smell of blood in his mouth.

The Heavenly Dome's advice was now extraordinarily merciful.

There are two kinds of death: lethal and self-defeating

In the opposite case, the streamer clearly seems to be killing himself.

In addition to the first move, the streamer also took a few swords, and began to be crushed by the attack of the sky, becoming a one-sided abuse, although it was still scattered moves, but it was obviously suppressed.

It's so fast!

Unlike Zhu'an, it is because the sword is used to the point of perfection, so fast, the sword of the heavenly dome seems to have only a phantom, and even the actual sword body has not touched the streamer, and the sharp sword qi has been unstoppable and fiercely hit the streamer.

He was hurting people with his sword qi.

The streamer was beaten to the point where he was powerless.

Weaving dreams were in a hurry, even more anxious than when they were trapped.

However, I don't know what the soft and weak child who looks no more than thirteen or fourteen years old thinks, he is beaten like this and does not say a word, and when he is beaten once, he will get up again, hold the sword in his hand and continue to fight, again and again, even if his nose and face are swollen, he still refuses to stop.

Quite a few people think he's crazy.

The stray was gasping for breath on the ground clutching the sore spot on his stomach, the corners of his eyes were broken, his lips were also broken and oozing blood, the bruises on his cheeks were miserable, his ears were a little buzzing, and his whole body, even his bones were aching.

Although it hurts, the tension in my heart is also dissipated as the pain on my body increases.

I don't know whether to be happy or worried.

Slowly, he scrambled to his feet, shook a little, and stood firm again with his sword.

He knew that if he continued like this, he would most likely die. It's not that there is no solution, as long as he is willing, he can admit defeat, or call Master Zhu'an for help and help him solve the dilemma.

However, if Chai An helps him, he will default to his loss, and he will be eliminated and will not be able to play again.

Tianqiong arrogantly and leisurely played with the sword in his hand, his robe was as neat as new, and he didn't look like he had experienced any battle, condescendingly looking at the streamer.

"Hehe, why, you want to knock me down with a wooden sword?"

Streamer didn't speak, gasping and clenching the hilt of the wooden sword again, the tip of the sword pointed at him, answering his question with practical actions.

I don't know if it was the streamer's stubborn attitude that completely angered him, Tianqiong's face sank, his fingertips tightened, and he waved the sword in his hand again towards the streamer, and the sharp sword qi rushed to his face, and the streamer quickly raised his hand to block it with the sword.

As soon as he picked up the attacking sword, Streamer hurried to stab Tianqiong's right arm with the wooden sword in his hand.

It's like hitting a stone with an egg, and it's not lethal at all.

As soon as Tianqiong raised his hand, another palm hit Streamer's shoulder, knocking him out again.

This palm was extremely heavy, and the streamer only felt like a thousand pounds of rock had fallen down, and he lay on the ground with a flower in front of him, and he didn't get up as fast as before.

Tianqiong looked at the streamer lying on the ground and sneered.

"Fools who don't think they can do anything. ”