Seeing that Wang Ning was in danger, Lilina and Sara nervously covered their mouths with their hands, afraid that they would unconsciously make any noise that would affect Wang Ning's battle. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Raif still looked like an old god, neither nervous nor excited.

A self-proclaimed gentleman like Raif values honesty and keeps his promises, but Raif is extremely selfish in his heart.

Raif promised to be Wang Ning's servant, so he did his best to do his part, no matter what Wang Ning arranged him to do, he would do his best to do it well.

This is not because of the deep affection between Raif and Wang Ning, and Wang Ning is willing to give everything.

On the contrary, Raif did so entirely to preserve his gentlemanly identity, and for the sake of his faith, he firmly believed that, as a gentleman, he should do so.

And to violate this principle, he is not worthy to be a gentleman, and he is betraying his faith.

Therefore, Raif didn't care at all about whether Wang Ning would win or lose the result of this battle, and even whether Wang Ning would die at the hands of a reed crossing the river.

No matter whether Wang Ning wins or loses this battle, as long as Wang Ning is still alive, Raif will still follow Wang Ning and do what a servant should do wholeheartedly, even if he pays the price of his life, Raif still has no regrets.

If Wang Ning dies at the hands of a reed crossing Jiangjun, the contract between Raif and Wang Ning will be dissolved, and Raif will be completely liberated, and he will still go back to be his number one killer in Europe.

Wang Ning was dragged by the strong current, and gradually approached Yiwei to cross the river, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

The spectators on both sides of the Thames were also attracted by the tense situation, and everyone stared at the two on the water, forgetting to cheer.

On both sides of the Thames, only the host of the live TV program was still demented: "Two people, getting closer, getting closer and closer, wow, still getting closer, the earth-shattering blow is about to begin, we finally saw the earth-shattering, Oriental mysterious kung fu war of the century, we are lucky,......。 ”

Wang Ning was already close to the knife curtain of a reed crossing Jiangjun, the wind blew the clothes on Wang Ning's body, and the half of the bamboo pole under Wang Ning's feet, attracted by the current, was still rushing forward, and the front end was close to the core of the wind slash.

If the half-cut bamboo pole under Wang Ning's feet falls into the core position of the wind slash and is pressed underwater by the whirlpool, Wang Ning loses his support on the water, and has to face the huge power of the wind slash, the situation will be extremely bad, and if he is not careful, it will be a catastrophe.

At this critical moment, Wang Ning moved, and his feet suddenly retreated along the half-cut bamboo pole, retreated to the tail of the half-cut bamboo pole, and stepped down with both feet, and the half-cut bamboo pole was under heavy pressure and stood up suddenly.

And Wang Ning also flew up with the help of the power of stepping down, standing on the top of the erected half-cut bamboo pole.

Yiwei crossed Jiangjun in stature, and the height of the sword curtain that enveloped his body was only about one and a half meters.

And the whole bamboo pole is ten meters long, and the half of the bamboo pole under Wang Ning's feet is also five meters long.

It was too late, it was fast, the knife light flashed, and with a click, the bamboo pole under Wang Ning's feet was divided into two by the shining knife light.

The upper half of the bamboo pole, with Wang Ning at the top, flew out dozens of meters away, fell to the surface of the river, and rushed into the water.

When the bamboo pole that rushed into the water resurfaced, Wang Ning landed steadily on the bamboo pole, holding a hunting knife in his hand, his eyes were blazing, and his eyes were full of playfulness, looking at a reed crossing the river.

The half of the bamboo pole below was pressed under the water surface by the whirlpool at the feet of a reed crossing the river, and then rushed to the bank of the Thames with the turbid waves, hit the river embankment, and rebounded back with the waves.

The offensive and defensive rounds of this round were extremely exciting, and the audience on both sides of the strait were stunned for more than ten seconds before they let out a tsunami-like cheer.

This group of pampered Westerners who enjoy high welfare, how have they ever seen such a wonderful and shocking duel, and their eyes are full of little stars, and they worship them to the ground.

Of course, most of these admiration feelings are directed at Wang Ning, and a small number of people also praise Yiwei for his wonderful cooperation.

The hosts of the live TV station all became stuttering:" God, oh my God, even buy Karma, he actually dodged, that guardian god Bal Lu Wei, actually dodged this shocking blow, of course, cast a reed to cross the river with a slash of the wind, the performance is also very exciting, the red flower also has green leaves to match, it is precisely because of such a strong opponent, our guardian saint, will have such an amazing performance, I now begin to doubt, bald Woo Yui, is not the patron saint of the small African tribe at all, but the God of our whole world, even Mai Ka, he must be our God, at least also God's messenger！”

A reed crossed the river's attack, the knife momentum doubled again, and the wind tore the water surface, raising a reckless mist, wrapping the entire sword light in the mist, like a dream.

Wang Ning, who landed dozens of meters away, was attracted by the force of the greater water current, and at a faster speed, he approached Yiwei Jiangjun again.

Under the shroud of mist, the audience could not see the knife curtain of a reed crossing the river, and could not see the figure of a reed crossing the river, only to see the wind stirring the mist, like the raging sea waves, surging rapidly, as if in the mist, there are always terrible monsters, rolling waves, playing in the water and making the tide.

Wang Ning hurriedly approached the mist, his figure flashed, and he got into the mist, and the crowd watching on the shore couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Wang Ning's figure, rushing out from the top of the mist, rising into the sky, in the mist, there were more than a dozen crisp sounds, and more than a dozen short bamboo poles dozens of centimeters long flew out.

Wang Ning's figure, swept across the water, fell on the half of the bamboo pole that was cut off by the strong wind before, pressed to the bottom of the water, rushed to the shore, hit the embankment, and rebounded back, and then rushed back quickly.

In the shocked eyes of the audience on both sides of the strait, the previous scene was repeated again, Wang Ning rushed out of the mist, and the remaining half of the bamboo pole was cut into dozens of centimeters long and flew out one after another.

Wang Ning was in mid-air, and with a move to flatten the sand and fall geese, he landed steadily on a short bamboo pole more than ten centimeters long, and said with a long smile: "Have you turned enough? ”