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Hua Fei was almost injured several times by him, so he no longer dared to approach him rashly, so he simply clung to him tightly, and only struck when he closed his eyes to fight back. Sure enough, the blow worked, and another piece of clothing on his leg was removed. After being entangled, if it weren't for Ye Wuying's quick reaction, the soft sword stabbed Hua Fei's throat, and this was a plan to surround Wei and save Zhao, and only then could the leg be saved.

Ye Wuying jumped back in embarrassment. Before he could recover his blurred eyes, Hua Fei followed him closely.

Ye Wuying smiled bitterly, closed his eyes, and danced the soft sword in his hand so that water could not penetrate, blocking the vital parts of his body.

With a smile on his face, Hua Fei lightly wrapped the long whip in his hand towards Ye Wuying's legs, trying to trick him into not being able to see him for the time being, intending to wrap him to the ground in one fell swoop.

The swing of the whip was soft and silent, only Ye Wuying's soft sword kept shaking, and the sword wind whistled.Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hua Fei indeed entangled Ye Wuying's legs with a whip. He looked overjoyed and pulled back.

But after just a moment, he couldn't laugh anymore. He was pulling, but Ye Wuying's body did not fall on the ring as he wanted. Instead, he used the power of his pull to pull the soft hand in his hand. The sword was placed on his neck.

Ye Wuying stood on the stage in a state of embarrassment wearing a tattered black suit. The audience was still bursting with colorful sounds. They completely forgot that they were still optimistic about Huadie just now, and they turned too quickly when the wind came.

Huadie, who had previously enjoyed infinite glory, now blushed with embarrassment and said: "I didn't expect that I fell into Night Owl's plan. But when did you think of this trick? It didn't make me suffer so much." It’s so easy, but you won’t lose.”

Night Cat's gloomy expression also showed a hint of smile: "I thought of it when you were almost injured by me when I closed my eyes and swung around you several times."

"In that case, you made concessions intentionally when you were in danger a few times later." Huadie nodded, hugged Ye Wuying and said, "Thank you, Brother Yemao, for teaching me this painful lesson. I will do it next time." You will be more careful. There are many masters in this competition, and I hope Brother Ye will continue to work hard and obtain the position of Prince Consort as soon as possible."

The flowers and butterflies flew as lightly as butterflies, disappearing from everyone's sight with a group of flower shadows. This afternoon's competition was over again, and the remaining time was no longer enough for the masters to compete with each other.

After Huadie disappeared, Ye Wuying took out his own iron card and disappeared without a trace, temporarily leaving the arena to those impatient young people who were not good at martial arts to compete.

The princes and princesses in the colorful shed had just had their fun, and they no longer thought it was boring in the arena. They continued to chat about the moves they had just performed. Li Hao listened on the side and continued to use his caution to become an adult. The plan is deeply engraved in my heart. The previous car made the same mistake, and the latter is a warning.

On the third day of the martial arts competition, perhaps because the winner of the martial arts competition was announced yesterday, the martial arts masters no longer hid, and took advantage of the early time to decide the winner as soon as possible.

However, there were still people who didn't know what was going on. As soon as the black-armored general who was waiting to supervise the examination sat down, he jumped up to the high competition ring with high spirits.Ye Wuying snorted softly and said, "I'm here to buy time so that you can have enough fun."

He jumped up and shot towards the competition ring like a black arrow.

The young man who jumped onto the stage first scratched his scalp in embarrassment and clasped his fists in surprise: "Brother Ye, why are you on stage so early today? Aren't they reserved for the finale? Why don't you let me have some fun first?"

The group of spectators below the ring laughed loudly and said: "This time you hit the iron plate, you'd better roll down obediently."

Night Owl snorted softly in his nostrils and stared at him coldly.

"Okay, let me go. I can't leave yet."

The young man jumped off the ring in despair and stood honestly among the martial arts contestants. Suddenly a soldier pointed at his nose and shouted: "Since you have lost, there is no place for you here. Go and watch from the side." Bar"

The young man looked at the soldier who was pointing at his nose in astonishment, and suddenly realized that this seemed to be the case. He had no choice but to walk out of the relatively spacious martial arts camp dejectedly amidst the laughter of the people around him.If he had known this, why would he have squeezed the people next to him near the guard and squeezed out a place to continue watching the exciting competition that was about to happen.

Perhaps feeling that something was wrong in today's atmosphere and becoming more nervous, the martial arts contestants automatically gave up the front position to the domineering Dao Hengwuji and the scholar in white, Shui Qingyu, who were the most capable of winning.

The two of them were not polite. Seeing that Ye Mao had already taken the lead on the stage, they looked at each other and the scholar in white said: "Brother Heng, who should go on first, or me?"

Heng Wuji smiled arrogantly and said: "His movement skills are too elegant, and he is on the same page as you. We should have let you two perform and compete, but no matter who wins or loses, I will still have to face each other after all." One person. In that case, why not let me show my shame first."

The scholar in white nodded and smiled and said: "Brother Heng is really generous, and he doesn't take advantage of it at all. However, the scholar feels that it would be more interesting for me to face him first, and to compete with the same skills. Brother Heng should give in first. Come with me.”

Heng Wuji laughed loudly and said: "Brother Shui is even more generous and has no pedantic attitude at all. I like it. In this case, I will take advantage of you and watch your wonderful performance first."

Shui Qingyu smiled and nodded, leaping onto the high competition ring lightly.

Ye Mao's cold eyes flashed again, and he nodded slightly. He, who was always cold-faced, rarely clasped his fists and praised actively: "Brother Shui is very talented, both civil and military, Ye Mou admires him very much."

Brother Shui returned the same salute and said with a smile: "Brother Ye is also very resourceful, and I admire him very much. Let's take this rare opportunity to see which of the two of us has the stronger physical skills."

Ye Mao nodded and said: "Wuying has this idea. I didn't expect that Brother Shui could figure out my younger brother's thoughts and come to fulfill my idea first. Let's start the competition now."

The two of them stood opposite each other casually, but their eyes were staring at each other for a moment.In this way, the two of them spent half a stick of incense just looking at each other.

"Hit me, why are you just standing there?"

The spectators below the ring were impatient and began to make noises.

The arrogant Ye Wuying frowned slightly. The scholar in white took this opportunity to move and floated to Ye Mao's side with a "swish", and poked his eyes directly with the folding fan in his hand.

With the power of thunder, he was extremely fast and fierce, which was quite different from his light and fluttering movement.

Even if he had this advantage, with his short fan and long sword, Night Owl didn't understand why he would directly poke his eyes at this time, tilting his head back, but the soft sword in his hand rolled towards the scholar in white without any hesitation. wrist.

The scholar in white swung his folding fan lightly, and gently touched the tip of the sword, but before he clicked it, he also fired a fan bone nail, which shot directly into the night owl's eyes that looked back.

As expected, Bai Yi took advantage of the opportunity and took advantage of this thunderous momentum. He sincerely planned to defeat the enemy with one blow and achieve a quick victory.

The fan-bone steel needle shot out with electricity, heading straight for Night Owl's eyes. However, Night Owl had just dodged the previous poke from the scholar in white and leaned back. It was already exhausted and the situation was worrying.

How could Ye Mao's skill be so great that he could turn over like a civet cat and move sideways for a few feet. The steel needle narrowly missed his face, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

The scholar in white finally got the upper hand, yet he let him go so easily. Before Ye Mao could stand up, he struck at Ye Mao's throat and chest with the folding fan in his hand.

Night Owl couldn't stand up straight, and kept leaning backwards. The soft sword in his hand was always wrapped around the wrist and throat of the scholar in white.

One chased him fiercely, while the other retreated gracefully. Every blow was dodged dangerously.Moreover, Night Owl seemed to have eyes on its back. Even when it retreated, it circled around the ring and did not move backward in a straight line.

The spectators in the audience had obviously never seen a master who was half-leaning and still retreating so fast. It was really amazing. Their eyes were fixed on the stage, and the cheers became even more enthusiastic.

The scholar in white suddenly shot out another steel needle, hitting Night Owl's heart directly. With such a big body, he couldn't move sideways to avoid it.

Ye Mao squinted and saw the steel needle coming, and quickly blocked the soft sword at his heart.

"pong"

The steel needle hit the soft sword, causing a splash of sparks. The night cat took advantage of the force of the shock and simply lay down on the ground. At the same time, he avoided the slap that the scholar in white was slashing at his throat, and then rolled around like a lazy ass. , he turned over in embarrassment, jumped up, and jumped away violently.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he wasted two steel fan-bone needles. Apart from forcing Night Owl to retreat violently and roll over on the ground, it didn't even hurt a single hair.

The scholar in white smiled slightly and continued to fight with the night owl.He had never thought that he could win just by taking advantage of this move. He just tried his best.

In the ensuing fight, the two became more cautious. The soft sword curled and stabbed as expected, and the fine steel fan opened and closed, but no steel fan needle was shot out.

The two of them became more and more absorbed in fighting, turning a deaf ear to the cheers under the ring. At this moment, the two of them only saw each other's eyes and movements.

On the ring, white shadows and black shadows were flying up and down from time to time. You chased me. In the blink of an eye, they were fighting for hundreds of rounds, but no one could do anything to the other.

As expected, it is difficult to determine the outcome with softness against softness.

A fight between two masters went from morning to noon. People in and out of the ring were still watching with excitement, not knowing how tired they were. They even forgot to worship at the temple of the five internal organs in their stomachs.

In this kind of competition, the competition is based on their own strength and perseverance, and of course, a little bit of luck.

Just like now, Night Owl has been unlucky enough to be tricked. It is estimated that this broad daylight is not a good opportunity for him to come out.

He had just taken a step back when a dazzling white light suddenly hit him. It turned out to be a spear in the hand of the guard soldier in the Wubi camp that suddenly shook, and the white reflection pierced the night owl's eyes like an arrow.

The night owl was dazzled by the white light and narrowed his eyes slightly, knowing that something was wrong again.With one hand, he danced the slender soft sword so that water could not be splashed into it. Without waiting for any tricks from the scholar in white, he once again stepped back several feet diagonally.

"whoosh"

As he squinted his eyes and retreated violently, Night Owl heard a sound that chilled him, and it was that damn bone-fanning steel needle again.

"what"

Just as Night Owl opened his eyes, he suddenly felt a pain in his leg. He had already eaten a steel needle from the scholar in white.

After succeeding in the attack, the scholar in white stopped pursuing him, shook his head and said with a smile: "Brother Ye seems like he shouldn't have come out in the daytime, that's why he fell victim to this trick."

Ye Mao bitterly pulled out the steel fan bone needle on her calf, and casually tapped the acupuncture points around it to stop the blood flow.He squeezed his hand harder and shaped the fan bone into a crescent hook. He smiled bitterly and said, "Maybe. I just don't know if Brother Shui is lucky enough to have the last laugh."

The scholar in white shook his head and said with a smile: "But do your best and accept your destiny. If it hadn't been for this accident, I might have been defeated by Brother Ye."

Ye Mao shook his head and said: "Luck is also a skill. Even if I rely on real skills, I may not win Brother Shui. It's just that I can't lose so quickly."

The scholar in white said with a smile: "God must have thought that we had been fighting for too long, and deliberately caused this accident so that we could rest early. Let's go, I'm treating you today as a gift."

The scholar in white took the iron plate and flew away hand in hand with Night Owl. From then on, there was another pair of brothers who didn't know each other before fighting, but now cherished each other.

The contests were very exciting, and the endings were often unexpected. Naturally, the interest of the spectators in the afternoon was even higher.Because if there are no accidents, this is the final round that determines victory or defeat. As long as this battle is over, the final winner of the martial arts arena will finally be revealed.

Everyone believed that this was a done deal, and the interest was unprecedentedly high. In addition to the necessary defensive guards, the entire city of Quanzhou City came to watch the last battle.

Sadly, the crowd lined up several miles away naturally did not have the ability to see through the enemy at a hundred steps. How could they clearly see the arena so far away, let alone the smaller and faster figures on the arena, so they had to listen to the people in front of them? The situation at the competition scene was passed on layer by layer, and when it finally reached their ears, the two masters on the stage had already fought for who knows how many rounds.

What's more, after this message was passed down layer by layer, it completely changed from the real scene. There was a lot of embarrassment, and half a bucket was added layer by layer, which made them praise themselves like gods.

The domineering sword and the scholar in white were already fighting inextricably in the martial arts arena, and they had been fighting for hundreds of rounds.

The wind of the sword roared continuously, and the light and shadow rushed toward the scholar in white.After using Baqi Sword for such a long time, he is still full of energy, as if he has endless strength.

The white clothes are fluttering, retreating silently, fanning the bones slightly, always using so little skill to push back the exhausted steel knife when there is no delay.

Although it seems light, the scholar in white is in trouble. The enemy's domineering sword is now like an armored and thorny beast. If he is not careful, he will be injured.

What's even more terrible is that the wielder of the Baqi Sword seems to be striking according to his will. Each slash seems to have been done with all his strength, but in fact he is just pretending to be there lightly.When the two weapons actually came into contact, the scholar in white felt an extremely strong force that shook him away, almost to the point where he could not even hold on to his fan.

At this moment, the domineering sword quickly pursued him, and with a "swish" movement, he chased the scholar in white who was retreating and cut his belly.

The scholar in white put his fan on the blade, used the force to flip up in the air, and then used the Swallow Pierced the Clouds move, flying swiftly towards the back of the domineering sword. When it passed by his back, the fan in his hand suddenly lengthened, and he hit The back of the domineering sword.

The domineering sword quickly ducked, and the steel sword in his hand turned around, sweeping towards the table where Bai Yi was about to fall, with the intention of preventing him from standing firm.

The scholar in white was exhausted and fell, unable to borrow any more strength. He lifted the phone in his hand, and a fan-bone steel needle shot out, shooting towards the heart of the domineering knife handle with a "whoosh".

Since there is no way to hide anymore, don't hide, but turn around and attack the enemy.As long as this needle hits, the outcome will be determined. The already injured domineering sword, this fierce and sweeping sword, is bound to be greatly reduced in power, and then there will be nothing to fear.