Mistress, I Am a Real Gentleman

"Let's take one step at a time." Lin Pingzhi said with a wry smile.

If Huang Rong was really injured, he would definitely save her.

Even if he tried his best to be punished by the system, he would not sit idly by.

At this time, Song Yuanqiao had obviously fallen into a disadvantage.

"Song, don't hold on." The ancestor of Xuedao sneered, "If you don't admit defeat, be careful that Grandpa will chop you with a knife."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Song Yuanqiao gritted his teeth and shouted.

He was indeed struggling a bit, and he was concentrating on defending against the attack of the ancestor of the blood knife.

All of Song Yuanqiao's previous attacks were blocked by the Blood Knife Patriarch.

Now that the ancestor of the blood knife launched an offensive, Song Yuanqiao was exhausted to resist, and there was no way to find an opportunity to fight back from it.

"Hmph! You're so stubborn!" The Blood Knife Patriarch snorted coldly, "If that's the case, then go to die."

The blood knife in the hands of the ancestor of the blood knife cut directly towards Song Yuanqiao's lower body.

Song Yuanqiao quickly resisted with his sword.

But immediately after, the ancestor of the blood knife went straight up.

Song Yuanqiao didn't react for a while, his chest was cut open.

"Father!" Song Qingshu hurriedly rushed out.

Huang Rong knew that there was nothing she could do, and Song Yuanqiao had already tried her best.

"Stop!" Huang Rong shouted, "This sixth game, we lost."

Hearing Huang Rong admit defeat, the ancestor of Xuedao didn't continue to chase Song Yuanqiao.

With the help of Song Qingshu, Song Yuanqiao returned to the crowd of Wudang faction.

Lin Pingzhi quickly took out the system's golden sore medicine and sprinkled it on Song Yuanqiao.

Song Yuanqiao's bleeding stopped quickly.

Fortunately, Lin Pingzhi was there, otherwise, Song Yuanqiao might have died because of excessive bleeding.

The ancestor of Xuedao looked at Huang Rong, his eyes were full of obscenity and evil.

Feeling the eyes of the blood knife ancestor, Huang Rong felt uncomfortable all over.

"Old Blood Knife, we have already lost the sixth round, why don't you go down and let your seventh round come up?" Huang Rong asked.

The blood knife ancestor had no choice but to turn around and go down.

The seventh man of Mongolia is on the field.

"Fu Hongxue." The black-clothed swordsman Fu Hongxue gave his name, "Who's coming?"

Chapter 190: Three to Three Draws

After Fu Hongxue reported his name, everyone present was very quiet.

None of them had heard of Fu Hongxue's name.

But Lin Pingzhi had heard of it.

And it's like thunder.

The protagonist of Tianya Mingyue Knife, Fu Hongxue.

All his life, he either practiced the knife or killed people.

Among those with the strongest sword skills, Fu Hongxue is definitely one of them.

Huang Rong is definitely no match.

Lin Pingzhi looked at Huang Rong who had already stepped up, and he wanted to stop it, but he couldn't go on stage.

Even though she had never heard of Fu Hongxue's name, Huang Rong was very cautious.

It was mainly because of the aura emanating from Fu Hongxue that it frightened her.

Huang Rong understood that she was no match.

But she can only go up.

"Huang Rong, please enlighten me." Huang Rong said.

"Go down and find someone else." Fu Hongxue said flatly, "You are not my opponent."

Huang Rong's expression was a bit complicated, and she also understood that she was not Fu Hongxue's opponent.

"Even if it's not the opponent, Huang Rong has to play." Huang Rong smiled wryly.

"My knife can only kill people." Fu Hongxue said, "Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Of course I'm afraid." Huang Rong nodded, "But there's nothing you can do if you're afraid. Some things have to be faced."

There was a hint of approval in Fu Hongxue's eyes.

"I can spare your life." Fu Hongxue said.