"What are you counting? What two hundred and ninety-nine?"

The streamer didn't answer, but raised his hand tremblingly again, and stabbed another sword at the place he had just stabbed.

"Three Hundred ......"

In everyone's surprised gaze, the sword in Tianqiong's hand suddenly slammed into the ground with a clatter.

The people of the southern kingdom, who were still immersed in the atmosphere of sadness, looked at each other, stunned by the sudden action of the Prince of the Heavenly Dome, and the voices of discussion came like a tide.

What's the situation?

Why did the sword in the hand of the Prince of the Sky Dome suddenly fall?

Did he throw it away himself?

But why did he suddenly throw away the sword in his hand?

In the game, this action is equivalent to admitting defeat.

However, just as surprised as they were the Sky Dome, who blinked in disbelief, and was a little unable to react.

Tianqiong looked down at his hand, and then at the long sword that had just come out of his hand that was lying quietly on the ground, and the whole person fell silent.

He had just been lightly stabbed by the wooden sword in Streamer's hand, and it was clearly just as light and fluttering as every time Streamer had used the sword before, but his right arm suddenly became numb, as if he had lost consciousness and could no longer hold the sword in his hand.

He...... Can't even hold a sword?

Two hundred and ninety-nine ...... Three hundred......

Could it be that the streamer was counting how many times he had stabbed him in the right arm?

His gaze fell on the streamer, and his mood was a little complicated.

The streamer stood up tremblingly on the ground, his face could no longer be seen as it was, the bruises, swelling and bloodstains were the embarrassment that the sky had never seen, like a weak bud that had been devastated by a violent storm, and it was like hanging a breath when he stood up.

But the streamer aimed the wooden sword in his hand at him again.

He was so painful that even the tip of his sword was trembling, but an indescribable vibration rose from the bottom of the heavenly firmament, and his red and swollen eyes were like the sparkling waves of the sea under the scorching sun, almost stinging him.

That kind of light is the same as many years ago, the two young men who have just stepped into the rivers and lakes, standing with swords in hand, and angry horses in fresh clothes.

I don't care about winning or losing, I don't care about glory, just for the dream of the appointment, a sword and a thought, and I will move forward.

Suddenly, he felt as if he was getting old, and he no longer had the natural nature he had before.

My brother's appearance of panicking and anxious explanation at that time is only now clear, how can he not know that his brother has grown up together?

An unintentional accident, but he lingered on it for three years.

He couldn't accept such a hasty defeat, as if he had lost a breath of loss.

The streamer was stupid and desperate, like a loud slap that woke him up.

The sword in his hand was knocked off by the streamer.

Or. The sword in his heart was thrown away by him.

In fact, when he drew the jade lottery against the heavenly dome, the streamer knew that he couldn't beat him at all.

Three years ago, the streamer was watching them step by one

The step fight came to the end, and he couldn't be clearer about that kind of strength.

However, Zhu'an and Weaving Dream have already helped him win the first two games, and only this one is left, once he wins, his long-term extravagant hopes will come true, and the whimsy that he once said about dreams will become a reality.

The obstacle in front of him is that the force of the Heavenly Dome completely crushes him, and the possibility of winning is very small.

It's just that he is no longer the child who can only cry incompetently before, Master Zhu'an has taught him to be flexible with a sword, to be able to use his brain, no matter how powerful the enemy is, there will be weaknesses.

But where is the weakness of the Celestial Dome?

Maybe his talent is too stupid, whether it is the unpretentious but perfect swordsmanship in the hands of Zhu'an, or the dream-like illusion magic skill of weaving dreams and flying flowers, even if they are willing to teach them hand-in-hand, he knows that he will never be able to reach that height in his life. The same was true now, he couldn't find any weakness in the Sky Dome at all, at least in his eyes.

Since he couldn't find it, he decided to create a weakness for the Sky Dome.

It was an unbelievable idea, but he wanted to give it a try.

As long as you keep attacking a point, ten, a hundred times, it is always possible to defeat this point.

He was beaten incessantly, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he was unrecognizable, but the sword in his hand stabbed at the same place again and again.

Three hundred swords.

It is like a with an intact surface, but the inside has long been hollowed out by ants, and when it spreads to the last stone wall, the dike full of holes will collapse in an instant, and it will collapse.

Droplet stone wearing is a very stupid and stupid way, since he is stupid, then use a stupid way.

Although he was beaten badly, he did it.

Streamer looked at the familiar faces of the few people in the audience, full of worry and concern for him, and even such kindness came from many strange people, this is the power that should really be chased.

He suddenly struggled to squeeze out a smile, revealing a mouthful of bloodstained teeth, though the bruised-faced smile was a little scary.

"Prince Tianqiong, in fact, I still have a trick that I haven't used!"

Weaving Dream finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that the streamer was fine, what a stupid and stupid child, she had never seen such a stupid person as the streamer, but it was a brave child.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, leaned closer to Zhu'an and whispered, "Brother, what tricks did you teach the little man?"

Zhu'an retracted his gaze and looked at Weaving Dream, and Wen Xu smiled.

"That's not what I taught. ”

"That's ......"

The haze in Tianqiong's eyes dissipated a lot, as if it was the first time he knew Streamer, and he looked at him and asked seriously: "Your Highness Nanfeng, are you lucky enough to see it?"

Streamer patted his still aching body, rubbed his face again, cheered up a little, and then replied with a smile: "Of course!"

Tianqiong looked at him, did not pick up his sword again, and stood with his hands in his hands waiting for him to make a move.

Streamer handle the wood in the hand

The sword was thrown, and with all the strength of his body, he jumped into the air, and then slammed into the heavenly dome, knocking down the heavenly dome in an instant.

The sky dome was crushed to the hard ground, and his eyes widened.

"Listen up! I have eaten this trick and come to ask for advice!"

“......”

Tianqiong suddenly laughed sullenly, looked at the blue eyes of the streamer, and announced loudly to everyone: "This move is really powerful, I lost." ”

Admit defeat, relieved and calm.

There was a moment of silence in the audience, and suddenly there was an earth-shattering cheer, and people shouted their names, tears in their eyes for this reversed game.

This time, cheer for the winner and cheer for the loser.

Streamer got up from the ground and picked up his sword, the name engraved on the sword was still clear, he held the sword of his own and waved his hand towards the glass on the altar, the glass wiped his tears, smiled and nodded.

Streamer returned a bright smile and walked in the direction of Dream Weaver and Zhu'an, walking faster and faster, and then turned into a trembling run, stopping at the edge of the competition platform.

He looked at the two men and shouted.

"Master, sister, me, me, I can't get over! Help me!"

"You stupid boy!" Weaving Dream scolded with a smile.

When the streamer landed and stood firm, he hurriedly ran over, almost throwing himself into Weaving Dream's arms, Weaving Dream rubbed his hair, he breathed a sigh of relief and called in a low voice, "Master." ”

Zhu'an nodded, and praised him without hesitation, "Well, it's very good." ”

"Master...... I'm not going to say this...... Ahem, can you help me take a look, heal the disease, I'm in so much pain! My bones are about to break, and I can't seem to open my right eye......

“......”

Weaving Dreams pretended to be angry and hit him, but he fell on his body gently and didn't use any force at all.

"My face is beaten and deformed, can I not hurt it? Stupid boy, don't do it next time. ”

"No, no, no, no next time! I might die if I do it again!"

The afterglow of the sky saw the small movements of the streamer and the glass, and the woman on the altar seemed to be still the same as when they first met, like a small starlight, beautiful and distant.

Such a heart has been put on hold for too long, and he has almost forgotten what it should be like to love someone.

That should be joyful and grateful.

He withdrew his gaze, his voice muffled, and no one heard him.

"This hatred lasts for a long time, and this love lasts for a long time. ”

There was a wind blowing, and I don't know which garden of the palace brought a burst of falling flowers.

The sky dome was still lying on the competition platform, and the flying flowers chased away in front of his eyes, leaving only the blue sky, gentle and quiet.

He finally understood why Tianque looked at him like that at that time.

A hand that can lift a heavy blade of a sword can't hold a falling and fluttering flower.