Chapter 170, the contest between good and evil

The sky above the Wuhong Altar was as blue as a wash, and there was not even half a cloud. At this time, it was noon, the sun was shining, and the sound of cicadas was heard in the surrounding forests, which added to the enthusiasm of this event in full swing.

The third game in the field has begun, and both the White Barbarians and the Black Barbarians have begun to fight. The rules of this game are very simple, as long as whoever stands on the altar in the end does not fall, then whoever wins. But simple rules often have complex and brutal competition. The first two games, one is a test of skill, and the other is a test of courage. And now it's time for the whole test. In the first two games, two of the white barbarians have been seriously injured by the black barbarians, and the white barbarians have never had a chance to come out.

I saw a white barbarian on the field standing in the middle of the field, and it was suddenly like a thousand-year-old tree, deeply rooted and unshakable. I saw that the man was covered with fat, and his body was as fat as a ball. Among Bai Man's people who are very standard, he should be regarded as an outlier.

The man shouted, and saw that one of the barbarians had been lifted up by him with one hand, and he turned three times in the air, and then threw the barbarian off the altar like a stone. The man shouted in a rough voice: "The black barbarian thief deceives people too much, and a certain family wants to let you know that the white barbarian is not easy to bully!"

The white barbarian ** shouted: "Okay!" In the blink of an eye, three more men went up to the altar. The three of them went into battle together, completely ignoring the rules of the game, and the white barbarian crowd was angry, but the three of them had already pounced on the big man's side. I saw that one of the three people hugged the ** leg, one hugged his fat waist, and the other punched him in the throat. The man laughed lightly, trembled, only to see the hand of the black barbarian holding his waist slip, and was immediately ejected a few feet, the man rushed up to his feet, kicked out violently, and the person holding his leg was kicked away, and his body hit the man who was about to punch him, and suddenly the two of them collided together, and the strong man who swung his fist was knocked away and fell off the altar heavily.

The white barbarians shouted again, and the few beatings were really relieved, and the black barbarians were dragged off the altar, and then another person walked up. The person held a large knife in his hand, and two huge iron rings hung from his ears, and he shook it when he moved slightly. The man looked at the fat man in the field and shouted, "Fat-eared thief, don't be rampant." Look at Grandpa's knife. ”

The fat man was frightened for a while, what this person was holding in his hand was not a bamboo skewer or a wooden stubble, this was a real crank scimitar, and even blood would not stick to the knife when killing. Suddenly, the man jumped over with a knife in his hand, and slashed at the head. The fat man hurriedly took three steps back. The man stood firm and slashed with his sword. The fat man bowed, and the blade slashed right across the fat of his stomach, and there was a deep blood mark immediately. The fat man didn't wait for the man to make a move, he turned and ran. This action provoked a strong laugh from the surrounding barbarian clans, and the sound of ridicule immediately resounded through the valley.

The fat man seemed to have no idea of it, and still swayed from side to side, he was fat, but he was very nimble in running. The man slashed him in the back several times, but all of them failed without exception. Suddenly, the man jumped up from behind the fat man and swung his knife to slash, but the fat man had already run to a spiritual platform, grabbed a peach in his hand and turned around and threw it at the man who made the knife. The figure jumped in the air, how could he have the strength to dodge at this time, and the peach with the fierceness of the fat man, slashed his head and covered his face, and immediately hit the bridge of the man's nose.

The man's figure in the air suddenly fell, and he fell to the ground. The man was in pain, and when he touched his nose, his hands were covered with blood, and the bridge of his nose was crooked by the peach. The ** screamed, it is estimated that even the lungs were blown up, the scimitar danced wildly, and the fat man was undodgable and unavoidable. I had to keep retreating behind me, and suddenly I felt a step on the air under my feet, and the whole person fell backwards. The fat man screamed in pain, and he fell off the altar.

When the man saw that the fat man had fallen off the altar and had lost this time, his heart was filled with joy and anger. Glad that Wu Man finally won a round, he was angry that he didn't teach this fat man a good lesson, and didn't hack him to death with a knife to avenge his revenge.

The fat man turned over and climbed down the altar, and someone from Bai Man's side had already swept up the altar, the man was wrapped in a white cloth turban, and he also held a similar scimitar in his hand. He said, "I'm here to teach your Excellency the sword technique." With that, the scimitar slashed at his chest, and slashed at the earringed brute. There was a burst of anger in the man's eyes, presumably to transfer his hatred for the fat man to the man. I saw him shake off the nosebleed on his face and wave his knife to meet him.

The two steel knives collided together, and sparks flew everywhere. In an instant, on the side of the blade, two figures flashed from the sparks, and the body reversed and slashed again. The identities of the two of them turned out to be the same, and even the position of the blade impact was the same for a while.

Han Lun shook the Hengyang axe on Luo Xiaocheng's back and said, "Brother Luo, what do you think of these two people?"

Luo Xiaocheng blocked his hand and said, "I am an axe-maker, you are the sword-maker, I'm afraid no one knows this matter better than you." ”

Han Lun smiled and said, "These two people's sword skills have some foundations, but they are both superficial moves, and they have obviously studied each other, and each has improved their own moves, but it is self-defeating, and the moves of the two of them are almost the same." ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "In this way, these two people will win or lose?"

Han Lun said: "I don't know about this, or we will gamble, I will bet on winning for nothing, and you will not win or lose." ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "What is the bet?"

Han Lun said: "If I lose, I will compensate you for fifty jars of apricot blossom brew, if you lose, it's simple, just hand over the roast duck in your arms." ”

Luo Xiaocheng's eyes widened, and he was shocked: "How do you know?"

Han Lun said: "Don't underestimate Young Master Ben, Young Master Ben's nose is very smart, and he hasn't identified anything wrong so far." ”

Luo Xiaocheng said: "Count you ruthless, Luo doesn't gamble, you see that I am actually the kind of person who loves to take advantage." ”

Han Lun said, "Whatever you want." ”

At this time, the two people on the field had already dismantled hundreds of moves, but they still didn't win or lose. Suddenly, the man shook his knife and attacked the man's lower plate, and the man knew that it was a plan, but he still planned it. Swing your knife to block. The man's scimitar suddenly changed direction and slashed straight at the man's face. The man was not surprised at all, for the scimitar under his body had already slashed at the man's wrist, and the man's hand would surely break if he slashed at it. The man probably expected this move as well, raised his foot to withdraw the blade, and kicked it out instead. The man saw that the man's blade was slow, so he kicked out, and suddenly the two kicked together, and the two forces collided, and both of their bodies flew up in the air and fell outside the altar at the same time.

As soon as Luo Xiaocheng saw this result, his bowels turned green with remorse. Fifty jars of apricot blossom brew slipped away from front of him. Han Lun smiled: "Look, you were originally going to win, alas, what a pity!"

Luo Xiaocheng said: "I didn't expect that I, Luo, was a big gambler, and I was scolded by you today." ”

Han Lun smiled: "It's no wonder to me. ”

When the two were talking and laughing, they saw Ran Tianluo's figure move, and gradually walked onto the altar. Everyone didn't expect that the priest who had just sacrificed would also go into battle now, and it seemed that this woman was definitely not a mediocre person. Ran Tianluo was dressed in a long skirt like snow, with long hair and a shawl, and when she walked on this altar, everyone only felt that the air was gradually solidifying.

Ran Tianluo walked to the altar, performed a sacrifice to the people around the altar, and then remained motionless, waiting for the opponent to appear. After a while, I heard a hoarse laugh in the valley.

"Haha, I didn't expect that Nuwa's descendants would come out in person, well, let Ben meet you in the future. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw a black gas suddenly rise from an inconspicuous position in the valley, and the black gas spread rapidly, and in a short time it rolled into a pitch-black smoke on the altar. Suddenly, a red light flashed in the black air, and a person had already appeared.

This person is clearly the mysterious black-robed man just now. However, at this time, there was a billowing evil aura surging on his body, and the evil aura on his body was many times stronger than Fang Cai.

As soon as this person came out, there was one person in the audience who was trembling with fright, and that was Ah Qiao. She recognized these eyes, these terrifying eyes were the ones she had met that could speak, and she could not forget the crimson in those eyes, nor the evil that emanated from the redness.

Ah Qiao screamed, grabbed Han Lun's hand, and when Han Lun turned around, Ah Qiao threw himself into his arms. Shivering.

"Brother Han, Ah Qiao is scared, Ah Qiao doesn't want to see it anymore. ”

Han Lun was puzzled, "Ah Qiao, what's wrong with you?"

Ah Qiao shook his head, still hugging him tightly, not letting go at all, even Han Lun felt a little depressed. Han Lun could feel that Ah Qiao was very scared, Han Lun turned his head to look at the altar, and saw that the evil aura exuded from that person's body was indeed terrifying, Han Lun thought that Ah Qiao was afraid of this, so he patted her on the shoulder. "Don't be afraid, I'm still here." No one will hurt you. And Brother Luo, Brother Shi, their martial arts are all above me, so you don't have to be afraid, we will protect you. ”

Ah Qiao nodded, and stopped looking at the person on the altar. She only prayed that nothing would happen and that the race would end peacefully, and that nothing would happen to anyone. She didn't want to hurt anyone, just out of love for Han Lun.

But Ah Qiao thought of the little bottle again, and the eyes would not give her a small bottle for no reason, and the contents would definitely not be useless. What will happen next, Ah Qiao didn't dare to think. A strong sense of unease, even fear, rose in her heart. For a while, it chilled her whole body.

The only consolation is that she can still be in Han Lun's arms now, but how long can this warmth last?