blood contract

As the game begins.

Nie Jingyu decided to strike first, and the broad sword appeared and shot towards Mu Qihua Le with the speed of thunder and lightning.

As he approached, his body flashed again and he jumped above Mu Qihua Le's head. The broad sword's cold light slashed down like lightning.

The moves are first virtual and then real.

The sword is powerful.

"Childish." Mu Qihua Le snorted coldly. The sword he thrust out first made a change in an instant. He spun his feet half a step and easily avoided the blow. He stood the sword in front of his chest and swung it out. Nie Jingyu The whole person was ejected.

The magic power in Mu Qihua Le's hand was running, and a white energy ball was instantly condensed. When Nie Jingyu's ball was flying, he also threw the energy ball in his hand.

At the critical moment, Nie Jingyu blocked the energy ball with the spine of his sword. When the two collided, there was a crackling sound of electricity and dazzling sparks caused by friction...

As soon as his feet landed on the ground, he suddenly exerted force and used the spine of his sword to slam back the white energy ball.

Bang!

The energy ball rubbed against Mu Qihua Le's side and hit the protective light shield behind him. The energy surged and spread out.

The venue suddenly buzzed and agitated.

In two breaths, the two of them completed a lightning and thunderous attack on each other.

The speed and movements change so quickly that it is jaw-dropping.

The two stood in the void and looked at each other, with strong fighting intent in their eyes.

Mu Qihua Le curled up the corners of his lips, with a mischievous expression on his face, "Hey! Nie Maoque, it's not rude to come back without reciprocating. Now it's my turn to be the prince!"

As he spoke, he popped out several light feather arrows with just a few fingers of his left hand.

Nie Jingyu naturally disdained this kind of childish attack. He raised his sword and flicked away the light feather arrows with a few moves.

Taking advantage of this moment, Mu Qihua Le swayed and walked to Nie Jingyu's side. A heavy hammer-like blast from his legs struck him hard.

Nie Jingyu, with quick eyes and quick hands, raised her broad sword and swept it across the wind.

Let’s see who is more powerful in your legs or my sword!

I don't know what Mu Qihua Le was thinking. He didn't hide or block with his sword. He immediately retracted his legs and stretched out his hands to catch Nie Jingyu's sword with his bare hands.

Empty-handed!

On the rostrum, Master Bo Tian nodded in approval, "This move by Le Boy is really brave. Although he can better take advantage of his speed without weapons, it is very risky to accept this move abruptly."

Fairy Ling Hong nodded and chuckled, "Indeed."

How could Patriarch Sheng not know the risks of doing this, but he believed that his son would never dare to take this move if he was not completely sure.

He just pretended to be unhappy and shook his head, "Young man, you just can't keep your temper and dare to make such a big deal!"

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience, and the people in Baidi City were sweating coldly at His Highness's move.

Nie Jingyu's eyes narrowed, and the sword clenched in his hand suddenly exerted force, pressing down hard.

Mu Qihua Le's body was slightly turned sideways, his hands holding the sword slid along the sword body to the hilt, entered Nie Jingyu's body, used a fake elbow strike to deceive him, and then killed him with a prancing horse kick. He kicked away.

The strength of her legs was so great that Nie Jingyu rolled on the ground several times. She used the momentum to stabilize her body and then stood up.

Only then did everyone see the clear red mark of half a footprint on his left cheek.

It's actually a bit funny.

With everyone snickering, Nie Jingyu knew how embarrassed she was.

His left cheek hurt so much that he couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

It wasn't swollen, but it hurt a lot. I licked it with the tip of my tongue, and several teeth showed signs of loosening.

Yuan Cheng, who was outside the court, saw this scene and remembered the blow that Mu Qihua Le had deliberately made yesterday. He unconsciously covered his ribs and clenched his fingers tightly.

It really hurts!

"Nie Maoque, you don't want to be my prince's grandson, do you?" Mu Qihua Le raised his chin slightly, sneered and glanced at Yuan Cheng in the stands.

Concubine?

It's not very harmful, it's very insulting. This is a different way of saying that his kung fu is not as good as Yuan Cheng's.

That kid is not even qualified to carry his boots.

"You..." Nie Jingyu's face turned green with anger, and she gritted her teeth and shouted: "You are so arrogant, we haven't finished the competition yet."

"Oh. Okay, okay, let's go on." Mu Qihua Le stretched out his finger provocatively, "I hope you will be serious and don't let me down."

——That guy has become stronger, be careful.

Thinking of what Yuan Cheng said to him yesterday, Nie Jingyu felt that she should be more ruthless.

Nie Jingyu's eyes flickered with murderous intent, and she slowly spat out word by word, "As you wish."

He came with his sword and fired.

The momentum is like a rainbow, cutting through the space, and the murderous intention is solemn.

Mu Qihua Le Beng took out his sword, but in an instant, he thought of something and put it back.

Fighting energy ignited all over his body. The moment Nie Jingyu's sword tip came into contact, his fighting spirit stuck to the sword tip and he quickly retreated.

madness.

He actually didn't dodge or dodge, but directly connected with his bare hands. He thinks too highly of himself and is extremely stupid.

Nie Jingyu's eyes were stern, and she would never let go of such a good opportunity.

Naturally, he did not intend to give Mu Qihua Le a chance to breathe. With a loud shout, he pushed the sword forward with all his strength.

As fast as he sprinted, Mu Qihua Le retreated quickly.

But what surprised him was that he didn't see a trace of panic on Mu Qihua Le's face.

He was really angry at looking down on him so much.

"Use whatever skills you have, just show them." Nie Jingyu gritted her teeth and pushed the sword with all her strength.

If Mu Qihua Le were not careful, he might stab him in the abdomen.

When the latter saw this trace of anger in his opponent's eyes, he felt extremely happy.

Although Nie Jingyu usually gets angry easily, once they fight, he is calm and calm, making him a difficult opponent.

The strength of the two of them is almost the same, so it is not easy to defeat him.

So Mu Qihua and Lecong tried their best to anger him as soon as they saw him. After several attempts, although he was very angry, fighting made him calmer.

You are a turtle, right? How can you be so tolerant? Mu Qihua Le cursed him secretly in his heart several times.

In this battle, I showed that I was arrogant and underestimated the enemy, just to force him to rush for quick success.

Now, the anger he showed finally affected his shooting movements. This was half the success, and the other half was to find opportunities to defeat him with one blow.

This strategy can only be used once and should not be used lightly before the time is ripe.

As the saying goes, opportunities must never come back again.

Mu Qihua Le analyzed quickly in his mind and decided to give up the opportunity to attack and continue to wait.

He shortened his stature and made a sliding tackle at his feet. He skilfully slipped out from Nie Jingyu's side and counterattacked in turn.

Nie Jingyu also reacted very quickly. The tip of the sword was lowered a little, and then he jumped up. He raised the broad sword in his hand, and a sharp sword energy flew away.

Mu Qihua Le paused, leaned back, then spun around, dodging steadily and beautifully.

The body is soft and well balanced, which is completely different from the usual open and close style.

The audience's eyes lit up.

What a beautiful dodge!