foreigner's journey

Chapter 536
Rong Qihua stepped out of the player waiting hall, Jiu'er walked beside him, holding the Chengdao with both hands on his chest.

Flower petals fell from the sky, and the trees on both sides of the road bloomed again against the season, and the petals were blown by the wind again.

In the distance, General Jiaming's eyes widened, and the fan in his hand creaked:
"How is it possible... Where are the 11 people on the royal side? Why didn't you kill that woman!"

An attendant who looked like a ninja appeared behind the general, half kneeling on the ground and said softly: "General Qi, the 11 people on the imperial side are all wiped out."

"What!" General Jiaming was about to roar angrily, but considering Heather on the throne, he finally managed to suppress his anger, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't we send six hundred elite soldiers to surround us?" Did you enter the player waiting room? Where are they! Why did you let that woman come out alive!?"

The ninja seemed to recall what he had seen before, and replied with lingering fear: "Less than half of the six hundred soldiers survived...all of them committed suicide."

The general suddenly became silent, but shrank back in fear, not daring to raise his head again.

The power of the gods... Damn gods, do you even want to protect that woman under your command?You might as well stop calling me the God of Storms, 'Patron Saint of Beauty' is more in line with your style!
Whether it is the general or the witnesses, they have no idea what happened to the 11 people on the imperial side and the six hundred soldiers. They can only attribute this power beyond human comprehension to the power of gods.

To a certain extent, they got it right, Biwomu Samsara is just not good at fighting head-on, but when it comes to using illusions to play with people's hearts, He is even more handy than Heather, the 'god'.

When approaching the martial arts stage, two long knives were crossed in front of Qihua. These are two high-ranking sword guardian monks from the Guardian Sword Temple. They check the eligibility of the contestants before the start of each competition , that is, the Shikizaki Ji variant knife.

The older sword guard monk with a dignified face said in a deep voice, "Qihua, please show [Jue Dao·铇]."

In the previous competitions, Yan Qihua first displayed the ultimate sword as a ticket, and then started the competition.But this time the sword guardian monks didn't see Qihua or Jiu'er holding the sword, so they asked this question.

Yan Qihua said calmly: "Jue Dao has been sent out."

The two sword guardian monks looked at each other and frowned: "Who are you giving it to?"

"The 11 people on the imperial side under General Jiaming's command are waiting for the fall."

"Where is the meaning of waiting for autumn?"

"Dead by my hand."

"Fuyi Daiqiu is dead? What about Jue Dao Yan?"

"Destroyed by me."

"You...!" The sword monk didn't know what to do at this time, he could only look at the chosen one, Tsuruga camouflage, for help.

But the Tsuruga camouflage didn't speak, just took two steps back, and then the entire Hujian Temple echoed Heather's laughter like thunder:

"Give away the qualifications to others at will, and dare to destroy Jue Dao... Qihua, you are really courageous! Hahaha!"

Although it was laughter, anyone could hear the hidden anger in the thunder.

God is angry!

Jiu'er immediately knelt on the ground: "Respecting the gods, sending out Jue Dao and being destroyed are both helpless actions. This is the only solution that General Jia Ming has to adopt under the persecution of General Jia Ming."

General Jiaming never dreamed that this lowly daughter of a rebel would dare to bite indiscriminately in front of the gods, she couldn't help but break out in a greasy cold sweat, and shouted in a trembling voice: "You lowly, shameless woman, how dare you... ..."

He stopped in the middle of speaking, not because General Jia Ming let Jiu Er go, but because he found himself unable to speak at all.The extremely strong invisible pressure almost crushed his whole body into a meatloaf. This extremely noble, short and fat old man was lying on the stage, his fat body trembling, but he just couldn't speak a single word.

Heather looked away from General Jiaming, and then looked at Jiu'er: "And then? You plan to let me directly announce that Xi Baibing is the final victor? Little Jiu'er, when the show reached its climax, it suddenly interrupted the unfinished show, This is a big taboo."

The originally clear sky was covered by endless black clouds, the wind blew, and there was a faint sound of thunder rolling in the clouds.

In the sky directly above the seat of God, a huge vortex of black clouds is rapidly forming.

Both the auditorium and the sword guard monks lowered their heads and did not dare to make a sound, for fear of being affected by the wrath of the gods.

But Jiu'er didn't flinch, knelt on the ground and raised the handle of the bladeless knife with both hands as far as possible, and said loudly:

"We still have the qualifications! Look, this is [Chengdao·Quan] who has never shown up!"

The people around are becoming more and more silent, you woman, if you want to go crazy, stay away!Want to fool the gods with just a broken knife handle without a blade?Don't affect us when you are struck to death by lightning!
There was no thunder punishment as imagined, replaced by a chuckle——

"Oh, I really let you get it. In this way, all twelve Shikizaki Ji variant knives have appeared in the world. Hmm... Considering this level, the merits and demerits are equal, so let's get up."

The dark clouds above the head dissipated immediately, the sun shone again, and the terrifying coercion that suppressed all living beings also quietly dissipated, and everyone quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

With the endorsement from the gods, the two sword guardian monks dared to stop them, and immediately retracted the long swords blocking the way, bowed and saluted: "Please pass, Qihua."

"Seven Flowers!"

Jiu Er grabbed Qi Hua who was about to go on stage, took a deep breath and looked at him:
"From now on, there are no more constraints, let's fight to our heart's content! Don't have any worries, it doesn't matter if you get injured, it doesn't matter if you destroy the blade, it doesn't matter even if you lose. If you become disabled, I will take care of you for the rest of your life. If you die, I will immediately go to hell with you. Therefore, Qihua..."

She pulled Qihua down, stood on her tiptoes and kissed Qihua's lips lightly. The moment she touched her lips, her blushing face was in stark contrast to her short silver hair——

"Not for me, but for yourself, go fight!"

Qihua was stunned for a moment, and then she showed an incomparably bright smile: "Yeah!"

With unprecedented vigor, Yan Qihua only felt that she was in the most perfect and peak state in her life, so she stepped onto the stage of martial arts.

At the other end of the Yanwu stage, Xi Baibing stood alone on the stage holding a paper umbrella, staring at Qihua with sharp eyes, without saying a word.

Qihua put on a posture of Xudao style, with a smile on her face: "Sai Baibing, use all your unique skills and fight under the watchful eyes of the gods!"

"Qi and 鑢, full sword and virtual sword, whoever wins will get everything, and complete this long forging that lasts for 300 years."

Xie Baibing casually threw the paper umbrella to the sky, and the tip of the thin knife pointed obliquely at the ground:
"Ying Qihua, please let me get drunk."

"By then you will have been cut into pieces!" Qi Hua lowered her body slightly, ready to go.

The referee in black looked left and right, then raised the small flag in his hand, and swung it down——

"Swordsmanship duel in front of the gods! The final round——【锖白兵】vs. 【鑢Qihua】!"

"Upright and upright, it's a showdown!"

(End of this chapter)