Breathe.

Gasping for breath, in the eyes of many people, the breath in the mouth of the river basin white was timid and humble, even he himself thought so.

He was scared.

He was terrified.

And the moment Jing Meng appeared, his mental defense almost collapsed.

The hand holding the long sword trembled, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he was sifting chaff all over his body, maybe he didn't need Jing Meng to make a move, and if he continued like this, he would fall to the ground.

At this moment, Zhuo Yueming, who had re-seated in the stands, looked at the appearance of Yu Doubai with hatred, and howled in his heart: "Can't you fight like a man?"

But when his eyes fell on Jing Meng, he didn't envy it.

The victory was so easy.

Zhuo Yueming, who couldn't help it, had a rather grotesque idea in his heart, bullying the victory of a coward, then he was a coward himself.

Well, nice understanding.

If you can't eat grapes, you can say that grapes are sour.

Trembling, cold sweat, sifting chaff, there is one by his side at this moment.

Ah Da looked at Jing Meng's appearance and sighed in his heart, his face turned pale in an instant, and when he saw Zhuo Yueming being forced off the battlefield, fear filled his whole body, and when he noticed his uncertain complexion, it was difficult to even stand.

"Heh~!"

Zhuo Shikun smiled slightly, and said to the attendants beside him: "Hurry up and take Commander A down to rest, he is already very tired from working hard for days, and he must take good care of it." ”

Hearing the sound, Ah Da seemed to be moved, and he collapsed directly to the ground, and was picked up and dragged down by the two of them.

What he wanted to call out to his mouth was indeed whipped by a silent slap, and he couldn't even make a sound, only tears rolled in his eyes.

He may not die now, but this suffering is very uncomfortable.

"Whew~!"

On the battle platform, Jing Meng took a deep breath, the long sword was slowly unsheathed, his eyes were coldly fixed on the face of River Basin Bai, and he said in a deep voice: "River Basin Bai, take out the sword." ”

He was stupid.

There was a look of chagrin in his eyes.

He stared at Jing Meng's long sword with a look of chagrin, as if he was a little eager for him to understand himself, the fault was the beginning of blood, he must have thought of the end of blood.

"Hmph~!"

Seeing this, Jing Meng snorted coldly, and with a wave of his long sword, he was immediately startled and trembled.

His throat squirmed and swallowed saliva, the remorse in his eyes instantly magnified on his face, and he said tremblingly: "Brother Meng, right... Not ....."

Jing Meng didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he took a step forward, and the startled Valleybai took a step back.

Jing Meng hurriedly said, "Did you ask Hudian to kill my father?" ”

The white pupil of the watershed shrank at one point.

There was an uproar in the audience, discussions came and went, and pointing and pointing was developing into a crowd of gold.

The white head of the river basin roared and was all pale, and Liu Zhangyue in the stands over there suddenly stood up, with a pair of tiger eyes, but he stared at it was indeed not Jing Meng, but the river basin white.

Hate iron doesn't make steel.

Jing Meng snorted coldly, his feet were taking a step forward, and he was taking a step back.

Jing Meng asked in a deep voice: "You sent people to hunt down and kill our family of three again and again. ”

The white face of the river basin is dark, and the god is low.

He feels the present and regrets the beginning, but the 'when' the beginning will never be, and the 'now' he must bear it.

In the stands, Liu Zhangyue looked at his son Yu Shui Bai so sad, his fists clenched and his bones were broken, and his teeth were clenched and broken, but it was his son's battlefield, and his father couldn't intervene.

"Whew~~. ”

Jing Meng took a deep breath, looked into the distance, and said, "Defeat me, defeat me, everything is still yours, after killing me, everything is still yours." ”

At this moment, the white heart defense of the river basin has been lost.

Jing Meng just spoke, and did not advance to persecute him, but he did take more than three steps back in a row, and the long sword in his hand was weak, and he could fall at any time.

He regretted it.

He was afraid.

You are afraid, you are waiting for death, so the angry Jing Meng has no reason to let you go, the long sword is a thorn, and it is taken directly, and the white heart of the river basin.

The basin was frightened, frightened, frightened, and motionless.

Although his eyes were looking straight ahead, the corner of his eye was completely catching the figure of his father Liu Zhangyue, seeing him stand up, and seeing his sleeves empty.

At this moment, I saw him flick his sleeves, and he turned around and left.

He was annoyed.

Shimihaku was angry when he saw his father.

"Ah~~!"

Suddenly, he roared, the long sword in his hand shook, bounced up like a dragon, and with a wave of the bell, Jing Meng's long sword was shaken crooked, picked up and smashed the knife, and roared: "Yes, it's me, it's me who let the Hudian Dance expel you." ”

Seeing that Shui Basin Bai suddenly admitted that he did not regret it, Jing Meng was really frightened.

But fortunately, he didn't panic much, how dare he be crushed by the heavy front of the basin white, and retreat under his feet to avoid the edge, but to avoid a front, a cold is pressing.

The watershed is white, the sword is cross-cutting, and Jing Meng is taking a step back.

He continued to howl madly: "Yes, I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid of you, I'm afraid you'll snatch my place in the Pyloric Gate, yes, I'm unscrupulous, I'm despicable and obscene." ”

The white sword moves in the river basin are wide open and closed.

The white mouth of the river basin opens and closes.

His long sword cut horizontally to force Jing Meng back, and he was unforgiving, rushing with an arrow, raising his fist to impact, staring at him, and roaring full of remorse, and said: "Yes, it's me, it's me who was cowardly for a while, and my father cut off his arm." ”

Jing Meng saw that the fist was not retreating, but after hearing the words of Yu Doubai, he was really shocked in his heart, and he had no time to distinguish at this time, so he immediately punched back.

"Bang~!"

Jing Menglixiong.

The basin is fierce.

Suddenly, the two of them took several steps back, and after stabilizing their figures, they both stared at each other coldly, but the corners of their eyes were all looking for Liu Zhangyue's figure in the stands.

Jing Meng was anxious to find out if he had really broken his arm.

He didn't want to disappoint his father.

At this moment, Liu Zhangyue had already sat back in the seat.

His face was bright and bright, a little excited, mixed with a little joy, he couldn't stop nodding to Basin Bai, he didn't care if Basin Bai could win, he was glad that Basin White could overcome the fear in his heart, so as to face it head-on, he might even think that this arm was broken.

Liu Zhangyue's eyes fell on Jing Meng's body, his expression was full of humility, and there was gratitude in it.

If it weren't for Jing Meng's stimulation, he would still be a coward.

"Whew~!"

Seeing his father like this, the basin is white-hearted, and winning or losing doesn't seem to matter anymore.

He shook Jing Meng to the end and said, "Brother Meng, I will go all out in our battle." ”

He was already doing it before he spoke.

Stepping on his feet, his body jumped up, and he stabbed his sword, Jing Meng felt the strong wind blowing on his face, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he raised the long sword in his hand to pick it up, but when the two swords collided, he couldn't help but sink in his heart, and secretly shouted: "What a heavy edge," the white sword of the river basin was like a mountain and wanted to overturn and crush his long sword, and hurriedly retreated under his feet to avoid the edge, the river basin was so white that he was unforgiving, his body fluttered with his right hand to make a fist, and the sword in his left hand moved, Jing Meng's face was dark, and his heart said: 'Is it crazy, why has he changed his personality, why is he so dry~!"

Although the river basin is dry, Jing Meng does not dare to stop it, and is taking a step back.

"Whew~!"

"Whew~!"

Seeing that the two of them were advancing and falling short, the long sword slashed obliquely, and saw Jing Meng's body wanting to dodge left and dodge, the sword momentum in his hand turned to seal Jing Meng's retreat on the left side, and he turned his right hand into a claw, straight to his throat, and said: "Brother Meng, why bother to retreat, isn't it good to fight the last battle?"

If you don't fight at this moment, you have to take a shot.

Jing Meng's left arm was raised into a palm on the fingers and claws of Hash Basin Bai, a shock, and his feet were smooth, it was indeed a way to retreat with his strength, Valleyman Bai was suddenly furious, and roared in his mouth: "It's a battle." ”

"Huh~!"

The long sword flashed a little cold, like the wind blowing snowflakes, this is Liu Zhangyue's famous swordsmanship 'Thousand Stars Flash,' and suddenly Jing Meng's eyes changed for a while.

How dare he pry his edge, and he took several steps back with oil on the soles of his feet.

The river basin is in a hurry, he is anxious to win, the trick of the thousand stars is wonderful, the old man who died under the beckon of Liu Zhangyue has no palms of his hands, how can the thousand stars be blocked.

But you have to get close to any sword move.

What's the use of you flashing in front of people.

What's the use of spending other people's eyes?

What's the use of not enveloping Jing Meng in your sword moves?

It's out of reach, it's all in subtle sword moves.

The river basin opened and closed, forcing Jing Meng to retreat from the middle of the battle platform to the edge of the battle platform, if Jing Meng still blindly chose to avoid at this moment, it would be defeated.

It's on the edge of the battlefield, and it's the next step into the abyss.

He had already sensed this, and the long sword slashed from top to bottom, and roared loudly in his mouth: "Brother Meng, do you want to fulfill me, do you want to go down?"

"Hey~!"

Jing Meng sneered, of course he wouldn't have such a good intention, the long sword was in front of him, blocking the white one in the basin, and he struggled to push it out.

"Whew~!"

But Basin Bai's move really seems to be a false move, and he came from a high platform with one foot in his chest.

Jing Meng didn't laugh back, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Xiao Yu, you must be very tired after rushing for so long, now give me back," a punch hit the palm of his foot.

The white feeling of Jing Meng's fist came vigorously in the river basin, and he was immediately unstable, not to mention that he was still standing on one leg, how could he withstand Jing Meng's long-planned punch, his body was bounced away, and his body shook slightly, and the soles of his feet were even more stinging.

"Haha~!"

Jing Meng laughed and said, "Xiaoyu, my uncle must have taught you not to enter lightly, and you must also know that the enemy is in full swing, so I have to avoid it first," Seeing the white sweaty face of the river basin, he smiled and said, "Do you still have the strength now?"

Timidity.

Hands tremble.

After repeated attacks, most of the physical strength of the river basin white has been consumed, and only the remaining....?

A faint smile appeared at the corner of the white mouth of the river basin, and said, "Next time, I will discuss the art of war with Brother Meng, I hope you will be happy as a god." ”