Mo Yi was on the seat, watching Mo Rongru lose the competition. He suddenly felt a sense of weakness, and that feeling of powerlessness instantly spread to the meridians of his limbs, and he almost couldn't sit still. Looking at the fierce eyes that Qian Song came over, he knew that the medicine that calculated Nan San was given to him. No fanfare, this is a warning.

Mo Yi couldn't help but be glad that he didn't choose the medicine that completely abolished people. It's just two days of detachment, and I can stand it. He awkwardly avoided Qian Song's eyes, lowered his eyes, and tried to hold on to the table so that no one else could see Miao Duan.

Mo Rongru stared at the platform, her eyes full of unwillingness. But what can this be? She was helped to sit beside Mo Yi, her eyes involuntarily drifting to Qiansong and sweeping over the gloomy. Almost, I was able to get in that position.

"Nan San has seen the left protector, the sect leader, and the right protector. He simply ignored Mo Yi. Qiansong had informed him earlier.

"Oops, I won last time because of a trauma. Youli threw a wink at Nan San, and her voice was soft and weak.

"The Right Protector of the Dharma should not be presumptuous. Nan San did not change his face in the face of the soft voice of the glass, and replied without any scruples.

This stereotype, Youli is not good at saying anything, covering her mouth and smiling presumptuously, not seeing the pain buried in her heart.

Although the poison doctor Ran is not a member of the Bu Yue Sect, he is still there. He sat quietly to the side, looking at the glass. Or, it's all the same person. He thought, pinching his mask and sighing faintly.

Youli actually has her own plans, and her anger is revealed at this moment. This emotion is directed towards Qiansong, or just like the drunkenness that day, this person is gone.

Soon, it was the platform of Youli and Nansan.

Nan San directly raised the knife. The body of the knife seems to be natural, the whole body is dark, and it is faintly entangled with a frightening bloody aura. The handle of the knife was thickly wound around the hemp rope a few times, and it remained quietly in his hand. Only he can hold such a knife. is still naked, his eyebrows are like blades, and his eyes are empty.

Youli is still dressed in dark clothes, her clothes flutter in the wind, and half of her forearm is exposed with the soft sword, which makes everyone's hearts ripple. Although it was only in a posture, the soft sword left countless afterimages. It's just that many people are charmed by her, and they can't see these moves clearly.

"How do you feel, you're going to lose......" Youli continued to flatter Nan San, sparing no effort to show her charm. But she also knew that it was useless, after all, she had tried many times and was not, just hoping to divert some attention.

"Right Protector, please. Nan San gave in a rare humble word, still not smiling on his face.

Youli smiled delicately, and followed Nansan's gesture of "please" to make the first move. She made a false move, but in fact, she pointed straight to the lifeline.

Nan San was not a dead thing, he instantly sharpened his eyes, sideways dodged the soft sword of Youli, and swung a knife with his backhand.

Yuli turned sideways to avoid it.

The knife marks were carved into the wall, and they were deeply visible.

"It seems that last time, I was let go. Youli said softly, and her coquettish voice made some souls lose directly.

Nan San was unmoved, he didn't pity the jade, and his backhand was another knife, "The right protector is serious." He swung the knife before he said this.

Because you just spoke, you couldn't deal with this knife too much, and took it directly with the soft sword. The two soldiers collided, and the sharp edges collided, bringing out a string of sparks. The two of them exerted their strength, and then separated.

Nan San didn't feel anything, but Youli was numb, and he could barely maintain the soft sword.

Nan San didn't wait, he directly stabbed another knife, followed by many knives, and the afterimage almost turned into substance.

Youli is half hiding, half blocking, although it is still on the platform, but it has fallen to the peak.

Last time, I was afraid that I was lucky, but Nan San was injured, and I found a flaw.

Now is the heyday of Nansan, and the injury on Youli's back has not healed, and she has encountered a sad thing.

Before Youli could recover from it, Nan San came with another knife. Inside this knife, there was an endless bloody aura, and there were even countless howling voices of dead souls.

Yuli took a step back and leaned back to dodge the extremely ferocious sword. The soles of his feet slipped and stepped directly on the edge of the platform.

Youli flew out a steel ball with her backhand, and rushed straight to the façade of Qiansong, but was blocked by a powerful force.

It's sluggish.

Poison Doctor Ran saw that the situation was not good, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he took up his skills and walked towards Youli. He remembered that there was a wound on Yuli's back and protected her neck.

"Divine Doctor Ran?" Youli quickly pushed away the poison doctor Ran, stood still on the side, and tidied up his clothes.

Poison Doctor Ran's eyes darkened, and he let go.

"The right protector of the Dharma has conceded. Nan San bowed to Youli, with no emotion on his face.

"Now, you're the right protector. Yuli didn't want to show her cowardice, and smiled coquettishly, her voice full of flattery.

Qian Song glanced at this farce with interest, sneered, and then only looked at Xiao Luo, rubbing Luo'er's hair.