The wind was dancing with his hands, and his voice was loud, the little boy was frightened by the wind and was stunned, and the people around him looked sideways, Xiao Rong stood on the stage, facing this side, and at this time, he saw the back of Feng Yiyang, and a smile appeared on his face. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are flaws!

At this time, Xiao Rong's attention was on the ring, and Yanagi Seventeen Lang snatched it up violently, seizing the fleeting opportunity, and his movements were unexpectedly fast.

His right hand was like a knife, and it hit Xiao Rong's waist ribs fiercely, making a dull loud noise.

Everyone began to exclaim, and the little boy let out a sudden exclamation in Feng Yiyang's ear, and his voice was so sharp that Feng Yiyang sat on the ground in fright.

Feng Yiyang covered his buttocks, turned around and complained: "What the hell, I'm shocked." ”

The petite boy covered his mouth and said, "That, that senior brother seems to have been attacked by someone." ”

"He's not a good guy, what's so strange about a sneak attack. Feng Yiyang stood up, didn't look at the stage, and only patted his trouser legs.

"But, but your senior brother, huh~"

The petite boy also found out that something was wrong when he said it, obviously this time it was very strong, and the sound was so loud, but Xiao Rong didn't react at all, and he didn't even shake it, and the two people on the field seemed to be frozen.

"Hehe, originally if you had been defending me, I would have struggled a little, just get close, hey, hey, hey" Xiao Rong didn't look back, and smiled evilly.

Yanagi Seventeen Lang didn't seem to react for a moment, and it was too late to run away when he reacted, Xiao Rong's big hand had already grabbed the other party's face and pinched it tightly.

Ignoring Yanagi Seventeen's struggles and blows, Xiao Rong just smiled evilly, slowly lifted him into the air, and then slammed him to the ground.

Bang.

The situation on the field changed too quickly, except for the wind, everyone was stunned, and the originally noisy field was silent, only the sound of breathing remained, one after another.

"Ours, protest! Say okay, point to point, yours, cheat, ours, disagree!" Yagyu Ichiro came out of nowhere, stood on the stage, and shouted loudly in the direction of the emperor.

The emperor was originally smiling, but at this time he seemed to feel that he should pay attention to his appearance, coughed, and said: "Don't worry, you can't die, Yanagi Ichiro, you can send the next person to play." ”

As he spoke, a few imperial doctors wearing white flowers on a blue background hurriedly trotted onto the stage, and lifted the little man in white down expressionlessly, and the one behind glanced at Xiao Rong angrily.

Isn't it supposed to be angry, a good round head, it was photographed by Xiao Rong into a polyhedron, with edges and corners, and the most important thing is that this thing must not die, and now the workload of the imperial doctors is great.

Yanagi Ichiro didn't agree, and his neck stiffened: "I ask to remove this person's qualifications, his, to my brother, does not meet the rules of the point." ”

The emperor stood up suddenly, and pointed his right hand at the blue-clothed guard, condescending and imposing, "My guard, you were injured like this in the competition, and you still have the face to mention it to the end?" ”

After speaking, the emperor waved his sleeves vigorously and sat back in the chair, looking angry.

Yanagi Ichiro squinted at the blue-clothed guard who was still lying on the ground, and muttered with little confidence: "That's because he's incompetent." ”

As soon as the words fell, Ichiro Yanagi dodged suddenly, moved to the other side of the ring, held the hilt of the sword, and looked wary on the high platform where the emperor was.

None of the people knew what was going on, only a few people knew, just now, there was a coercion in the direction of the high platform, although it was fleeting, but it was full of deep killing intent, not the power of the emperor just now, but a real coercion, condescending, with contempt and angry killing intent.

Xiao Rong still clasped his hands on his shoulders, staring at the high platform with blazing eyes, as if he was very interested.

The corners of Yun Yiyang's mouth twitched, and his gaze swept aimlessly between the Fuso warriors on the other side of the ring.

Interesting, His Majesty the Emperor really brought the real masters with him, so what is the purpose of these people?

At this time, the emperor said coldly: "Yanagi Ichiro, you still don't send someone to play, are you planning to admit defeat?"

Yanagi Ichiro glanced at Xiao Rong, who was whistling and looking up at the sky at this time, his two huge nostrils were facing Yanagi Ichiro, and he didn't feel guilty at all about beating his little brother into a polyhedron.

Yanagi Ichiro's eyes were on fire, and he jumped to his feet and said, "Your Majesty the Emperor, I ask for a weapon test!"

A faint voice came from the stage, "Oh, let's compare." ”

Yanagiichiro held the long knife at his waist, slowly pulled it out, his eyes narrowed, looking at Xiao Rong's eyes as if he was looking at a dead person, everyone felt a sense of oppression, as if they were stared at by a giant python in the dark,

It is the oppression of the prey by the predator.

Like a thorn in the back.

Yanagi Ichiro's long knife was drawn inch by inch, and the blade was printed with strange black lines, and as the blade was pulled out more and more, the sense of oppression became stronger and stronger, stronger than outside Chang'an City.

It's just that this time standing opposite him is Xiao Rong, Xiao Rong, the head catcher who specializes in fighting and grabbing with six doors.

An invisible and substantial violent black wind blew, Xiao Rong raised his face to look at the sky, put his little thumb into his nostrils and pulled it out, still looking calm and relaxed, and the onlookers in the audience began to retreat uncontrollably,

The old imperial doctor, who was originally rescuing the blue-clothed guards, was already in a layer of cold sweat on his forehead, breathing heavily, his right hand trembling, and he couldn't get the needle for a long time.

Feng Yiyang sighed, and in a flash, he blocked the front, and the white robe fluttered, blocking the black wind outside, and at this moment, behind the wind Yiyang, it was like a sunny day cut out of the storm.

Feng Yiyang glanced at Xiao Rong with some concern, this Yanagi Ichiro was more than a star and a half stronger than the seventeenth Lang just now, and this knife printed with black Sanskrit was also strange.

The black wind swept by, and only three groups of people were left within a kilometer of the ring.

As soon as the wind blows, everyone behind him has been spared,

Behind Yagyu Ichiro was a group of white-clothed samurai in the same shape as him, dressed in white wooden shoes, and several heads with small pigtails on top.

The other group stood near the high platform of His Majesty the Emperor, and knew that it was the Ouchi guards with their eyes closed, and the wind looked around but didn't find where the other two senior brothers went, were they scared to hide?

At this time, Yanagi Ichiro's knife had been completely pulled out, and his momentum had climbed to the peak in an instant, and Yun Yiyang, who was far away from the audience, also suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.

This knife is completely unsheathed, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the wind and clouds have changed color.

Xiao Rong finally changed his face, put away his appearance, looked directly at Yanagi Ichiro, and said in a deep voice: "That peanut Ichiro, what is the origin of your knife?"

Yanagi Ichiro's face was originally hideous, and his face was full of smugness in his hand, but after listening to Xiao Rong's words, he jumped to his feet frantically, "You pig, my name is Yanagi, Yanagi Ichiro!"