Fast Transmigration: Wishing Division

Chapter 63 Chapter 63

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His eyes were deep.

The fighting spirit surged.

Ever since he set foot on the fighting arena, Gong Jianhua has begun to unleash his aura. He has been able to let go of his aura since he was a child who has practiced his own mentality. automatic.

Gong Jianhua's internal strength and external force also made the person sitting at the front be overwhelmed by this wanton power, curling up involuntarily...

Ye Zhiqiu is on high alert.

This battle is indeed much more advanced than ordinary black boxing.

Their eyes met.

Gong Jianhua's eyes were full of fighting intent.

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were like dead fish eyes turned white. There was a dead silence inside, with no emotion exposed.

——That’s right, because she has something in her eyes, a special equipment for pretending to be begging.

There seemed to be a look of disdain revealed from behind the mask.

Gong Jianhua was extremely angry.

Shangguan Wan'er was terrified to the extreme.

In her eyes, her opponent was tall and powerful, with tight and restrained muscles, and the sword in his hand glowed white.

His body stood a head shorter in front of him.

Ye Zhiqiu ignored Shangguan Wan'er's worries, her heart was silent.

Concentrating on her body being wrapped in a windbreaker, she looks even thinner, and what she holds in her hand is nothing more than a watermelon knife.

Many people watching the battle from the seats felt that this woman could not survive a move in Gong Jianhua's hands.

The participating women don't want to live, do they?Maybe it's because he didn't mix well and wanted to commit suicide but didn't have the courage, so he simply came to power and wanted to kill himself?
After all, this kind of situation is not unheard of in Long Zhan.

Two people stand in the fighting arena.

Confrontation.

Both sides are looking for the most suitable shot timing.

This invisible fighting spirit made everyone's hearts jump, and they couldn't help but hold their breath, and the surroundings were quiet.

After 30 seconds of confrontation, Gong Jianhua did not see any flaws in the woman standing opposite her.

She is as quiet as a green bamboo, standing upright on the ground, completely natural, if that is the case, then let him break the silence.

Gong Jianhua moved.

Potential like a broken bamboo.

The wind is coming.

The corners of Ye Zhiqiu's clothes rolled, and the sound of the air being cut by a sharp sword came from her ears.

Qingshan's swordsmanship was fast and fierce. Seeing that the sharp sword was about to pierce the woman's eyebrows, everyone around him couldn't help but scream in surprise.

As if at a critical moment, the watermelon knife that had been being held up out of thin air, cut across, cutting off the sharp sword that was about to pierce between the eyebrows.

After severing the sharp sword, the momentum of the knife remained undiminished. Ye Zhiqiu turned his hand back, turned the handle of the knife, kicked up with the sole of his foot, and jumped into the air to make another horizontal knife.

Gong Jianhua's head fell to the ground.

As Ye Zhiqiu and Lin Sisi thought, this was a crushing match without any surprises. Ye Zhiqiu's first life-and-death fight ended quickly.

It was so fast that the people sitting around watching the battle didn't have time to react.

They only saw Gong Jianhua's sword out, but they didn't see Ye Zhiqiu's sword out.

In front of their eyes, only a figure flew by, and Gong Jianhua fell to the ground. After his head was cut off, blood spurted from his neck.

This tragic, bloody, and intuitive picture affected the people sitting at the front, and they expressed a little discomfort.

The scene of life and death is naturally bloody, but there has never been such a situation where people were beheaded in a single encounter...

The brothers at Qingshanmen, including Gong Jianhua's father, were silent.

How could the leader of their sect, the proud son of heaven, die like this in one round?
Shu Ran stood under the stage, her mouth was so wide open that she was about to stuff an egg into it.

His hair stood on end, the purple hair on his head also rushed up, and goosebumps formed layer after layer. Is this woman so cruel?

For my provocation but not being hacked to death, I really want to thank the boss for not killing me...

Everyone in the box on the second floor was also silent. A woman has such terrifying speed and strength. Among these people, some people have seen Ye Zhiqiu's sword drawing skill clearly.

Timing, power, speed, perfect.

They simulated it countless times in their hearts, but in the end they couldn't escape this volley.

In the box, the owner with a pair of bright moon-like eyes showed a smile at the corner of his mouth.

very nice.

The field of life and death, which has been a little weak, is finally about to start going crazy again...

Ye Zhiqiu did not have any hesitation in taking out the sword, and it was clean and neat. Since he can only die for a lifetime, why not solve it quickly, this is a kind of mercy to himself and the opponent.

Shangguan Wan'er was terrified, this was the first time she faced killing directly, and it was still so bloody and violent.

Why does she feel that her wish cannot be fulfilled?
Why does she think that the missionaries of the Wish-making Division are incompetent?

how is this possible.

My lord's attitude towards himself and Lin Sisi before was all good!

is it?

Maybe!
There was an uproar after the silence in the arena.

Many people who bought peripherals and put pressure on Gong Jianhua shouted angrily.

their money...

Hua Shu and Deng Li also looked at each other in blank dismay.

The ticket price of 2 yuan is less than 1 minute of fighting?

Their emotions stopped abruptly before they were mobilized, which made them very uncomfortable.

The leader of the Qingshan Gate... Gong Jianhua, who is very popular, is too useless, at least he needs to take a few more tricks...

The staff of Long Zhan quickly cleaned up the corpses and blood stains on the stage.

They have done this kind of work countless times and are extremely skilled.

But Sumeru, the dark black marble emitted a dark radiance again.

No matter how the spectators' hearts were tumbling, after Ye Zhiqiu killed Gong Jianhua, he shook the watermelon knife with his hand and walked towards the racer's dedicated channel.

She was going to wash up and go to bed after going back.

Not tired.

Tired.

But when she reached the lounge, she was stopped by someone.

"Miss Xia, our boss wants to see you."

The man in the suit bent over and spoke in a low voice.

Ye Zhiqiu was startled, and then nodded immediately, motioning for the person to lead the way. He had shown his sharpness on the stage just now, and it was very common for him to attract some attention.

Immediately after Ye Zhiqiu left, Shu Ran also came to the waiting room, saw Ye Zhiqiu walking out, and followed immediately.

The man in the suit took Ye Zhiqiu to a room after turning a few corners in the backcourt of Long Zhan.

A huge room, visually measuring more than 100 square meters.

In such a room, a person with a weak heart would naturally become cautious, but Ye Zhiqiu walked to the desk like a leisurely stroll in the courtyard.

She calmly sat down on the sofa next to the desk and threw the watermelon knife on the rosewood coffee table.

Nie Yuan felt a little headache looking at the woman with the skull mask, and expressed his disapproval of such a quirk.

"Miss Xia, can't you see people with your true colors?"

Ye Zhiqiu remained silent.

Shu Ran understands.

He immediately replied: "Our boss has always been like this, the mask will never be taken off."

Nie Yuan glanced sideways at Zimao.

Who is this?
Where did the monster come from?
He glanced at Zi Mao coldly, turned around and continued to ask: "What? Is Miss Xia mute?"

It was very impolite to ask this question, but Ye Zhiqiu didn't care, after all, she was indeed a mute in this situation.

But Shu Ran was in a hurry: "How did you talk? How could our boss be dumb?"

Although he himself has never heard Ye Zhiqiu speak, but he is full of self-confidence.

How could the boss be a mute?

(End of this chapter)