Zhou Yumeng stood at two feet away with a sword, there were still blood beads left on the cyan sword, looking at Ma Zhufan's pale face, she shook her head regretfully, and said softly: "The next sword will end the battle." ”

Ma Zhufan stood with his sword in his hand, and said in his heart: "Is this the strength of a qi cultivator?" I can't compare with my strength and speed, my eyes can't keep up with the speed of her sword, how to resist, since my eyes are useless, why should I use my eyes." ”

Ma Zhufan directly closed his eyes and transported the true qi in the dantian into the "Tiancong Acupoint" under his earlobe, although it was pitch black in front of him, the whole world seemed to be a lot quieter, and it seemed that he could hear the breathing and heartbeat of everyone present.

There was a gentle sound of air movement from behind, Ma Zhufan closed his eyes and held a sword to resist, with a "bang", the iron sword and the cyan sword collided together, everyone under the ring held their breath, Ma Zhufan actually blocked Zhou Yumeng's sword with his eyes closed, could it be that he had long eyes behind his back?

Zhou Yumeng was also surprised, closed his eyes and actually blocked her attack, Zhou Yumeng did not believe in evil, stepped on the footsteps of dreams, and attacked Ma Zhufan's vital point with a sword, but what was amazing was that Ma Zhufan actually intercepted all of them without missing a sword, Zhou Yumeng was a little anxious in his heart.

Another sword flew and stabbed at Ma Zhufan's head, Ma Zhufan blocked with a horizontal sword, his legs were bent, his back was backwards, the friction between the two swords was full of sparks, the faces of the two were so close that he thought about it, Ma Zhufan saw the opportunity, Zhou Yumeng's ankle was just in front of him, and he was about to fly over, Ma Zhufan's left hand directly grabbed the ankle of her right foot, and the place felt soft and delicate.

Ma Zhufan didn't wait to take a closer look, turned around, grabbed Zhou Yumeng's ankle with his left hand like a pincer, rotated it three hundred and sixty degrees in situ with the help of force, and threw it into the distance.

Zhou Yumeng lowered her head, three thousand green silk hung down like a waterfall, she looked at the red right ankle, a little painful, but more shy, in Longyou country, only her husband can touch her feet, thinking of it, Zhou Yumeng's cheeks and ears turned red.

Under the ring, the VIP stage was quiet, and the needle drop could be heard, and King Wu happily broke the quiet: "This kid always surprises people, and he can pick up girls at the same time as he competes, and this king admires it." ”

Ma Zhufan was still with his eyes closed at the moment, and after hearing King Wu's words, he opened his closed eyes, looking a little overwhelmed, Zhou Yumeng's face was even hotter after hearing this, and she hurriedly said: "Senior Brother Ma, it's really amazing, please take my martial arts now, the vines of the middle-level and high-grade martial arts are blooming." But seeing that he was holding the sword and his eyebrows were high, the delicate jade hand gently touched the sword body, the sword body was green and prosperous, and the vines were all over the sword body out of nothing, and then more than a dozen flower bones bloomed from the vines, which was very beautiful and delicate.

Zhou Yumeng held the sword body covered with vines, and collided with Ma Zhufan's iron sword head-on, but saw his red lips open: "Open." I saw that the vines on the sword body grew and spread wildly, directly entangled Ma Zhufan's iron sword and arms, Ma Zhufan was a little flustered, and in an instant, the vines directly wrapped Ma Zhufan's whole body, like zongzi.

Ma Zhufan struggled but was indifferent, and Zhou Yumeng said again: "Open it again for me." But seeing that the flower bones on the vines directly opened the delicate flowers, and at the same time the vines began to shrink and tighten, Ma Zhufan's face was purple and swollen, and he couldn't get out of it without anything to do, Zhou Yumeng sighed lightly: "It's finally over." ”

After hearing this, Ma Zhufan said lightly: "Really?" But seeing that the inconspicuous iron sword he was holding was burning with crimson flames at this moment, and there were flame runes flowing in his black pupils, Ma Zhufan shouted lightly: "Open it for me." But see, the crimson flames burst out from the iron sword, directly igniting and burning the vines, and some of the crimson flames were wrapped around Zhou Yumeng's cyan sword body, Zhou Yumeng only felt that the hand holding the hilt of the sword was hot and hot, she hurriedly held the sword and retreated to avoid Ma Zhufan's flames, and after the vines were burned, the crimson flames on the iron sword were also burned.

Zhou Yumeng looked at the palm of her right palm, due to being scalded by the high temperature of the red flame, there were already a few blisters, she frowned and said: "Senior Brother Ma, the temperature of your flame is really powerful, I don't want to waste time, I still have a trick, I can't stop it after I cast it, if Senior Brother Ma admits defeat now, it's too late." ”

Ma Zhufan stood on the stage with an iron sword, maybe young and vigorous, or maybe unwilling to admit defeat, he said without thinking: "Senior Sister Zhou, please make a move." ”

Zhou Yu dreamed that Ma Zhufan answered so happily, and he was also impressed in his heart, and said: "Senior Brother Ma, if you take this trick and don't die, we will be good friends in the future." Ma Zhufan nodded in agreement.

Zhou Yumeng held the sword, his body was frivolous and a foot off the ground, his limbs were naturally released, his head was raised, his beautiful eyes were closed, and the true qi in the dantian frantically entered the cyan sword blade, and the red lips recited in person: "Xunzhi is wood, wood is a leaf, and the leaf is where it is, and there is no grass ......." But see, the cyan sword body, the green mang, provoked everyone to be unable to open their eyes, and when everyone opened it, the cyan sword body had disappeared in the air, but seeing that there seemed to be wind whistling in the air, Zhou Yumeng was still floating in the air, the purple-blue waist Luo skirt fluttered with the wind, and the three thousand green silks danced in the air, and the mouth was speeding up and reciting the mantra.

I saw that a sharp bamboo leaf appeared out of thin air in front of Zhou Yumeng, one after another, a large number of bamboo leaves filled the sky, and each bamboo leaf emitted a sharp cold glow under the sunlight, just like countless flying knives.

Wu Wang Teng stood up and said in surprise: "It is actually a high-level martial art, the low-level and middle-level martial arts are the power exerted by the true qi in their dantian, but the high-level martial arts can induce the attribute energy in the atmosphere to turn into their own attack method, Zhou Yumeng is to convert the wood attribute energy in the atmosphere into sharp bamboo leaves for attack, but all this is too reluctant for her, high-level martial arts can only be exerted by the powerhouse of the Qi Dragon Realm to exert its true strength." ”

Zhou Yumeng closed her eyes, her face was pale, and the whole person seemed to be emptied, she opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at Ma Zhufan quietly.

Ma Zhufan looked at the sharp bamboo leaves in the sky, all the bamboo leaf tips were all facing him, his heart at the moment had no joy or sorrow, no fear or fear, death may also be a relief for him now, he knew that once all the bamboo leaves flocked to him, he didn't even have the qualifications to become a hornet's nest, Chu Xixi kept shouting with a crying voice: "Little brother, hurry up and admit defeat to me......"

Ma Zhufan shook his head with a wry smile after hearing this, the path he chose, the consequences must be borne by himself, even if there are no bones, he closed his eyes, thought of his hometown, thought of his parents, maybe his parents will not be sad for his unsuccessful son, he thought of the ancient Yellow River in his hometown, every time he is sad, he always likes to walk by the river against the wind.