The witch comes into my arms

"Use your fists!" The fifth prince took out a pair of silver gloves from his arms and threw them to his entourage.

This pair of gloves is made of special metal and is a top-grade weapon. In terms of hardness, it can resist famous weapons that are not powered by true energy.

His eyes glanced at the long sword in Leng Qiu's hand, and he could tell at a glance that it was a famous weapon, and it was also among the best among famous weapons.

Nie Shan was about to pull out the long sword behind him, but after hearing his master's words, he put on his gloves and used boxing instead.

He knew that his master felt that he had an advantage due to his age and cultivation, so he let him use his fists. Below the Caixia realm, fists and feet are always weaker than weapons.

He looked at the opponent in front of him. With his short body, slender arms, and delicate face, he should be acting coquettishly in the arms of the Seventh Prince or on the bed, rather than fighting him with a sword raised.

But he didn't dare to underestimate the other party because of this. As a person in the world, he clearly knew what the inheritance of true meaning represented, and the other party's future achievements would definitely be higher than his.

I just don’t know how it is now.

"Please."

Before he finished speaking, he stepped forward and struck the girl with a horizontal fist.

The girl used her sword to stop her, and he felt happy. He changed his fists into claws and grabbed the sword's edge.

If he caught her, the girl would either wrestle with him or give up the sword. Either way, it would be to his advantage.

The girl also understood this. She turned her wrist to avoid his fingers, stepped back on her toes.

He didn't chase her, and replayed the previous battle in his mind. The girl was very skilled with the sword, and her experience against the enemy was completely messed up. He was wearing silver gloves, how could he use the sword to stop his fist?

"As expected, this maid, the emperor's brother, has only practiced swordsmanship for a few days." The fifth prince shook his head, feeling happy in his heart.

He turned to look at Xia Yuan, only to find that the imperial brother was calm. Looking at the maid in the room, there was no trace of panic on her face.

"Quite calm." He nodded, referring to both Xia Yuan and Leng Qiu.

Xia Yuan was of course calm. Although the little queen had only practiced swordplay for a few days, she had a clear destiny star with a bright sword core. In "Ascension", this destiny star was the most suitable swordsmanship destiny star for fighting.

Moreover, the girl hasn't used her full strength yet.

On the field, Nie Shan had thought up a battle plan. Since the opponent was inexperienced in fighting the enemy, he used some unusual and counter-intuitive tricks.

He estimated that with ten more moves, he could defeat the opponent.

He was thinking, but Leng Qiu gave up thinking and untied the part of his spirit that was used to run the Naqi Gong method and realize the true meaning.

The girl had a dull expression, but suddenly she became spiritual.

Nie Shan punched forward, but Leng Qiu did not use his sword to block the fist. Instead, he stabbed Nie Shan's calf with his sword, forcing him to retreat and put away his fist.

This is the correct way to fight. The sword is longer than the fist. The sword can be stained with blood before the fist hits!

After ten moves, Nie Shan not only failed to defeat Leng Qiu, but was forced to take two steps back by the girl.

"You have good understanding. You have indeed understood the true meaning." The fifth prince praised the girl, but he still did not think that his entourage would lose.

Nie Shan changed his plan again, no longer targeting the girl, and grabbed the long sword with his palms.

As expected, the girl was overwhelmed, but she quickly adapted to this style of play. She would not make the mistakes she made at the beginning a second time, and even applied inferences from one example to break a strange move he had not used before.

The more Nie Shan fought, the more frightened he became. After a hundred moves, the attack and defense changed. The long sword and the glove clashed with each other. Nie Shan was tired of trying to stop the long sword that was stabbing his body.

After ten more moves, he was left and right.

The fifth prince no longer felt the pleasure he had just felt, and frowned, looking at the situation on the field.

"Brother Huang's skills as a follower are also good." Xia Yuan spoke at the right moment.

His compliments all sounded like mockery. How can a grown man be called a good person if he is in a state of embarrassment at the hands of a ten-year-old girl?

"Use a knife!" The fifth prince clenched his fists.

Nie Shan shook off the sweat on his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly reached out and carried the long knife behind him.

How could Leng Qiu give him this chance? The sword light became denser and he moved toward the vital point.

Nie Shan held on for a while, then his heart skipped a beat, and he received a sword blow on his left shoulder. The sword light brought out a pool of blood, and he successfully grasped the handle of the sword with his right hand.

The light of the sword lit up and clashed with the sword, and Nie Shan's pressure was swept away.

He couldn't relax for long, Leng Qiu got used to the long sword with just a few moves.

The Ice Heart Sword Curse is a swordsmanship that focuses on predicting the enemy's opportunities. The sword's heart is transparent and has the function of judging his popularity. Coupled with the self-evolution ability of Chaos, Leng Qiu can quickly adapt to the opponent's style of play. , improve your own moves.

Sweat soaked Nie Shan's back, and he changed his plan again, opening and closing the long sword widely. This is the armor-piercing sword technique in the army. The moves are simple and rely entirely on strength.

He has a strong back and is in the late stage of transformation. His strength is far greater than that of the girl. Because the sword moves are simple and difficult to break, the girl can only fight him head-on. In this way, the advantage lies with him!

He overlooked one thing.

Even in a head-on confrontation, there is still room for skill. Every time Leng Qiu's long sword hit his weak point, he could only use six points of it even though he exerted ten percent of his strength. It was awkward and uncomfortable.

Fortunately, six-point force is enough.

Sweat poured down from his body, and the girl's temples were soaked with sweat, and her eyes gradually lost their luster.

Feeling that the strength on the opponent's sword was getting weaker and weaker, Nie Shan gritted his teeth, ignoring his tired arms and stinging left shoulder, and used the sword to increase its strength.

to win!

What flashed together with the joy was a sword light.

The sword light rose in his eyes, shattering his joy and raising the fear of death!

The long sword was stuck in his old strength, but before his new strength came into being, it broke open and pointed directly at his eyebrows.

The light of the sword blinded his eyes, and he seemed to see the cold wind howling, the snow and water forming icing, and the sharp ice carrying the cold air and the cold light, stabbing at him!

This is a swordsmanship with a true meaning!

Looking at the girl's eyes again, they were not as dim as before. During the battle, she was secretly planning a sword move with a hint of sincerity!

It’s over.

Nie Shan was heartbroken. He couldn't stop this sword, and neither could the girl! He could feel that the cold edge of the long sword had reached the skin on his forehead!

"Get away!" The fifth prince reached for the long knife at his waist and tried to stop him, but he couldn't make it in time.

At this critical moment, Xia Yuan took a step forward, snatched the long sword from the fifth prince's hand, and swung it with all his strength, the sword came out of its sheath and hit Nie Shan's calf. superior.

There was a crisp sound, and Nie Shan's leg was broken. He turned sideways and the sword slashed across his forehead.

Leng Qiu didn't have time to identify where the scabbard came from. His mind was blank and he had only one thought - to defeat the opponent.

How to beat? If the opponent dies, they will naturally lose.

She held a sword in her arms, and the tip of the sword rushed towards the heart of the man on the ground.

"I surrender." Nie Shan was so frightened that he rolled away from the sword and shouted hastily.

Leng Qiu ignored him and swept his sword straight towards the opponent's waist. The sword was sharp enough to cut him in half.

Aunt Rong had told her that words like admitting defeat and surrender were tantamount to farts. Only death was the real begging for mercy. Only by cutting off the head of the corpse could the other party be spared.

"Okay, stop."

Xia Yuan's voice came, and the girl's sword stopped on the side of Nie Mountain. She picked up her sword and stepped back.

She was still wary of opponents on the ground.

Nie Shan didn't know whether to smile bitterly or feel honored. The girl actually felt that he still had the strength to fight.

"The victory has been decided?" Xia Yuan handed the long knife back to the fifth prince.

"I lost." The fifth prince took the knife blankly.

He didn't expect that Nie Shan would lose, let alone that Xia Yuan could easily save a crisis that he couldn't save.

Not only did Nie Shan lose, he also lost.

He had to re-examine the impression of Leng Qiu in his mind, and he had to change his view of the good-for-nothing Seventh Emperor.

"Brother, please go slowly. Just send the things to my house in the afternoon." Xia Yuan drove away the guests.

Supporting Nie Shan, who had a broken leg and his face and shoulders covered with blood, the fifth prince walked out numbly.

After crossing the courtyard gate, he realized that there was a bonus in the competition.

Not only did he not get the "Yun Yu Gong", he also lost two jars of treasured wine, ten precious spiritual stones, several bottles of expensive elixirs, and his second brother's beauty.

The generous gift of "Yun Yu Gong" was entirely due to his own sentimentality, so many treasures were all gone!

Moreover, what should he say about the second brother’s beauty?

Shock at the failure, heartache for the baby, confusion about the strength of Leng Qiu and Xia Yuan, guilt for his second brother, all kinds of emotions swirled around his heart, making him feel confused.

"I'm sorry, Your Highness!" When he walked to a deserted place, Nie Shan knelt on the ground.

Behind him, blood stained the road.

"Oh, I don't blame you." The fifth prince took out the medicine and applied it to his wound.