When the bell tower that towered in the northwest corner of Zhenhuang City, and the drum tower in the southwest corner of the city, which contrasted with it, rang three times in succession, the yellow sand that once flew in the Qin family's compound gradually returned to dust.

The yellow sand dispersed, revealing the midday glow that fell from the clear sky.

The sun in the sky is red and round.

The ground is round and red.

Suddenly, I saw a purple robe, standing between heaven and earth.

Holding a seven-ring iron knife.

The iron knife is wide, the blade arc is quite large, and the seven rings on the back are even more ringing, obviously a rough appearance with wide opening and closing—but it is held in the hand of the purple robe that looks weak and slender, which is really not good-looking.

It's just that when the hundreds of spectators who wore vermilion flowers on their chests or not came to the ring, they all applauded the purple robe in the ring without exception.

The knife in his hand did not match it.

But the knife was indeed in his hand.

It was in his left hand, which should have been empty.

Suddenly, a breeze blew, gently blowing the corners of Sima Xiande's clothes.

Then he saw that three feet away from the corner of the clothes, there was a burly warrior lying on his back facing the sky, lying quietly on the ground.

Its limbs were stretched out, and although it had a majestic force, it had no majestic strength, and its chest rose and fell, probably because of exhaustion.

His eyes look up to the sky, so that others cannot see the expression on his face.

I can't see the gritted teeth that has more than enough heart but not enough strength.

Ni Honglong was defeated.

Defeated in the 176th round against Sima Xiande.

Defeated at the eighty-ninth time when he was surrounded by purple robes.

At that time, he was out of breath and the knife was unstable, although he still wanted to turn around and swing the knife to force back the purple robe like the previous eighty-eight times, but he didn't expect that the essence in his body had bottomed out, and it was rare to swing a flaw. Then, the sharp-eyed Sima Xiande immediately followed the move and raised his head, knocked the iron knife away with a bang, and broke the red flower on his chest with the back of the knife, causing Ni Honglong to lie down on the ground completely.

As a result, Ni Honglong was defeated.

Defeated by exhaustion and lack of skills.

If it was about the skill of dancing knives and guns, then he must not know how many layers of cloud towers were higher than the purple robe three zhang away, but if it was about who could fight tirelessly and breathe in the aura of heaven and earth, he would be able to come to Ji Tai...... That martial arts is far inferior to Qimen.

"Today, it was Wulin who was defeated. ”

In the roaring cheers like the tide of the river, Ni Honglong's words were as thin as mosquitoes and flies, and not many people paid attention to them.

Only the one with red makeup, and the purple robe, and the white robe on the ground, are still listening.

And the expressions of these three people are also different.

Qin Yugu's red lips were slightly raised, his graceful posture was slightly sideways, leaning on the handrail of the phoenix feather, and his clear eyes were smiling like peach blossoms, as if he was happy. I saw her smile and turn her face sideways, and looked at her loving father on the chair next to her, her beautiful face was full of pride, as if she was saying to him, 'Look, this Sima Xiande I invited is also quite a bit of a two-pronged person, right?'. And the head of the Qin family had no choice but to quietly wipe the sweat beads from his forehead with the luxurious sleeves of his robe, nodded, and replied in a low voice, "It's for my father." This Sima Xiande is vigorous and swordsmanship, and he can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation of Qimen...... Coupled with the heritage of his Sima family...... Well, girl, Dad thinks that if it were him, he could actually ......"

Then, a "Daddy!" came from under her red hijab.

On the other side, on the ring covered with a red carpet, Sima Xiande, who was in a purple robe, breathed a long sigh of relief, put away his sword, and then walked towards Ni Honglong with unhurried steps while carrying an iron knife. He who defeated Ni Honglong with his own hands, the look on his face was not as happy as Qin Yugu, who had been sitting on the chair - although, just by defeating the second sword of martial arts, it was enough for him to brag about a thief in Meng Yue City for a year and a half...... It's a pity that when he walked past the cheers of the mecca, he didn't have much of the heart to care about this.

At this moment, he was only thinking about one thing.

It's not a big deal.

'Ben Child...... How many more fights are we going to have to do like this?'

'Can there be an intermission?Can you just sit here and rest for a while?'

This surnamed Ni is obviously a person who doesn't know how to do it, how can he fight like this! This son has been circling him for nine hundred and eighty-one weeks, and he has deceived no less than a hundred kinds of big knives, and this guy can still continue to carry knives...... Where did he get so much energy from, who didn't know how to do it?'

'If everybody, if everybody is like this in the future, I'm afraid of ......'

Sima Xiande, who was thinking so much in his heart, was embarrassed to show a tired appearance due to the applause of the surrounding spectators, so he had to strengthen his energy, constantly moved his body to breathe inside and out, and blew the purple robe on his body whirring, so that he was majestic-although, under this majesty, it was actually a sweaty and embarrassed appearance.

He tilted his face slightly, wanting to ask for help from the red makeup with his eyes.

I saw her lips raised lightly, and she bowed her head at him with satisfaction.

Hey, or not.

It's something I promised to do, so it's naturally not good to be cheeky and say that I can't do it at this time.

Sima Xiande shook his head helplessly, didn't think about it anymore, just slowly walked in front of Ni Honglong, and slammed the seven-ring iron knife into the ground.

Ni Honglong sat up and looked up.

I saw the purple robe smiling lightly.

"It's a good knife. ”

......

Outside the cheering crowd around the ring, there was a cold white dress that was out of place, but he was raising his sword and looking up at the sky.

Beside her, the green silk girl, who was also dressed in a skirt, first quietly slapped her palm, slightly shy and reserved and whispered a few cheers for the purple robe, and then, she turned slightly sideways, raised her lovely face, and whispered to Bai Yi, "Mr. Bai?"

Hearing this, Wang Manxiu immediately looked back, "Miss Yan?"

Zhong Liyan blinked her pair of beautiful eyes like almonds and said, "Mr. Bai, you don't seem to be very happy?"

Wang Manxiu was slightly stunned, and hurriedly smiled, "Where is it." Xiao Sheng just felt that Sima Xiande, who could only use footwork, could actually win the second sword of martial arts, but it was too strange - Xiao Sheng thought that this Sima Xiande today was really going to end miserably!"

Zhong Liyan covered her lips and chuckled, "Is Mr. Bai a little too disdainful of Sima Gongzi?"

Wang Manxiu snorted a few times and replied, "If the girl was lucky enough to see him in Mengyue City, she wouldn't say that. ”

After saying that, both of them smiled, and even Zhang Shanli Shi, who was standing behind them, who was always cold and pretending to be calm, couldn't help laughing.

After the smile passed, Bai Yi raised his head again and looked at the ring.

He is Ni Honglong, who he only met today, and Sima Xiande, who he only met half a month ago.

But the sentence 'Today, it was the defeat of Wulin', he knew it as early as five years ago.

Five years ago, in the northern boundary of Yonghua Kingdom, Wuwu City, the point was on the stage.

Rong Zhexing, who was sweating profusely and sitting paralyzed in the yellow sand, raised his head, looked at Wang Manxiu who came from the sword, smiled bitterly, and opened his mouth.

"Today, it's our martial arts, losing to Qimen!"

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