[Rebirth] Madam, stop pretending

The two people on the stage came and went, Su Yu was not the only one who couldn't see clearly, and those with weaker martial arts in the audience could no longer see their moves clearly.

Manrou was on the high platform, her brows were getting tighter and tighter. It had been a few years since Qing Wushui's martial arts had improved to a higher level, but the number of moves seemed light and strange, completely different from the original awe-inspiring righteousness. It's like a different person.Looking at Xiao Ruochen again, the knife is like a shooting star, but it is very cold, and there is still a hint of a smile on his face, but his eyes are filled with murderous aura, like a rakshasa.

This kind of people……

But most of Xiao Ruochen's martial arts methods are those of the Gang of Seven Gods. Manrou stared at it for a long time, but did not see any other flaws.

She frowned and thought deeply, thinking that Qing Wushui was probably going to lose, so she didn't pay much attention to the situation on stage, but Wu Daoming stared at it.

Su Yu was also staring at him. Although he couldn't see anything clearly, suddenly, he only felt Ling Mohan's arm move, and there was a choking sound, and a chill came out suddenly. Because he was so close, Su Yu could only feel his temples As soon as it was cold, a strand of hair fluttered down.

"..." Su Yu looked down silently.

On the stage, Xiao Ruochen bent sideways, behind the back of his right hand, the palm of his left hand pressed against the weapon in Huaishui's hand, unexpectedly blocked the incoming force with a light grip.

Huai Shui paused, Xiao Ruochen exerted strength from his waist, turned around, and the scimitar was thrown out from bottom to top, his fingertips had to buckle the handle of the knife, and he was about to leave, as if the scimitar was driving him forward, not him Scimitar in hand forward.

Huaishui hastily retracted his weapon and moved to the side to block, but who knew that the sword was just lightly tapped on the wooden token in his hand, without exerting any force, it slid to the side and went straight to the center of his eyebrows.

Huaishui flipped his wrist, this time when the weapons collided, his posture was very awkward, and it was difficult to exert force, the scimitar actually cut off the token in his hand, the saber stopped almost for a moment, Huaishui only felt Jin Ge The sharp air hit him head and face.

The next second is death!

Ling Mohan didn't have time to go to the stage to save him.

But he drew his sword.

When Xiao Ruochen's scimitar was emptied for the first time, the Qiaoxiao sword was out of its sheath.

A soft whistle.

The person didn't move, the sword energy flew out horizontally, very thin and sharp, with a sharp sound, it collided fiercely with Xiao Ruochen's scimitar from the side.

"Om-"

With a loud buzzing sound, Su Yu only felt the qi and blood rushing up in his chest, and his dantian was in severe pain. Ling Mohan grasped his wrist, and a burst of true energy flowed over, saving him from internal injuries.

Others may not be so lucky.

Huaishui was the closest, and his skills were much stronger than Su Yu's, but he still couldn't help feeling extremely dizzy and uncomfortable. Even so, he gritted his teeth and jumped back, quickly distanced himself from Xiao Ruochen.

This buzzing sound seemed to resonate, but it didn't last long, and the sound suddenly disappeared.

The sword energy dissipated on the blade, Xiao Ruochen raised the scimitar to his eyes, and saw a crack as thin as a spider's web on the blade.

He narrowed his eyes.

"I'm not as good as Brother Xiao." Huaishui clasped his fists and jumped off the stage, "I'm laughing."

Xiao Ruochen looked at him, then turned to Ling Mohan, and said suddenly, "Why did you save him?"

Ling Mohan didn't answer, but Xiao Ruochen said, "Could it be that he belongs to you too?"

The faces of the Huaihai Gang members are all the same, what do you mean by his people?When Ling Mohan saved Su Yu just now, he was saving himself...cough, wife!But their majestic Huaihai Clan leader can't be Ling Mohan's wife, right? !

Huaishui received the strange gazes from the gang, and touched his nose with a wry smile, thinking to himself, isn't it!Although it is not the kind you understand at all!

He and Su Yu's treatment at the leader's place is very different!

While mourning silently in his heart, Huaishui also said, "I have a good personal relationship with him."

Xiao Ruochen snorted, "The gang leader really made friends with the world's heroes."

Huaishui immediately cupped his fists and said with a smile, "Acceptance, acquiescence..."

"..." Su Yu silently turned her head away.

Xiao Ruochen also smiled slightly, but the coldness in his unsmiling eyes became more intense.

His gaze was still looking directly at Ling Mohan, the tip of the knife was raised slightly, and he said, "Stop me twice... let's fight!"

Ling Mohan's eyes froze.

He knew that Xiao Ruochen's martial arts realm was only a hair's breadth away from his own, and a hair's breadth was enough to make a world of difference.

From small success to great success, the sword will follow one's heart, and all changes will return to the clan. Some people will not be able to overcome this hurdle in a lifetime.

Ling Mohan knew that he could always pass, but it was not yet.

However, how can we not fight?How can we not fight? !

He felt the sword in his hand tremble slightly with excitement.

Xiao Ruochen looked at him, the smile on his face remained unchanged, and the coldness in his eyes remained unchanged.

He appreciates Ling Mohan, but this kind of appreciation is mostly the approval of high-ranking people when they look down, but it does not mean that he can tolerate challenges from others.

The knife wanted to drink blood, but was blocked twice in his life.

The scimitar in his hand slid across an arc, retracted to his side, and lowered his hand, only waiting for the moment when Ling Mohan drew the sword.

Ling Mohan raised his index finger from the hilt of the sword, and put it down again.

Suddenly, his left hand was held.

But it was only for a moment, and in the next second, Su Yu seemed to suddenly understand that he had done something he shouldn't have done, so he let go of his hand quickly, and even took a step back to the side.

Ling Mohan paused slightly.

He looked at Su Yu, frowned, and there was a rare hesitation in his eyes, but soon, he sank into the thousands of silent black pupils again.

Not timid.

"I'm not sure I can win." Ling Mohan said in a low voice.

His eyes were calm, but there was a sigh in his voice.

Life and death, the sword has no eyes, but for a moment.

Su Yu looked at him, shook his head, and nodded again.

"I'm not..." He cleared his throat, but he was interrupted before finishing the second half of the sentence.

A soft reprimand suddenly sounded from the high platform, but it was Man Rou who finally couldn't help shouting, "Wait!"

"..." Xiao Ruochen raised his eyebrows and turned to look at her.

She looked at Xiao Ruochen, then at Ling Mohan, and frowned, "You represent the Wu family?"

"Do not."

"...In that case, Xiao Ruochen, you are still challenging the masters..."

Xiao Ruochen smiled, raised his eyebrows and said, "But now I think it's more interesting to fight against him."

"..." Manrou stuck her breath in her throat, becoming more and more upset.

This person first threatened to pick all the heads in one day, and then threw them all aside, his tone was as if their heads combined could not compare with Ling Mohan.

Manrou is not a gentle woman. She had a hot temper when she was young, and she restrained herself a lot, but when Xiao Ruochen stabbed her, she felt angry and said simply, "You have to fight me first. No!"

The voice has not yet fallen, and it has already flown out from the high platform.

The light pink outer robe is red silk, and the hair is in a high bun with golden hairpins.

Manrou's wrist flicked, her long sleeves were windy, but a short sword slipped out of her sleeves, this volley strike was done with all her strength.

It's like a city dance.

Xiao Ruochen gasped slightly, and stepped sideways, but handed the scimitar to his left hand, and slapped it with his right hand, concentrating all his internal energy in his palm, with the sharpness of a weapon.

There was a loud bang on the stage, and the world changed color again.

"..." Su Yu turned his head to look at Ling Mohan, and saw Ling Mohan's expression was indifferent, but the sword on his waist seemed to be able to sense his mood, and was making an inaudible whisper.

Su Yu suddenly asked, "The leader said that he is not sure of winning...how much is it?"

Ling Mohan pondered for a while, and said, "If my skill is not damaged, I will be able to reach four or six points, and I will be four to six."

"……now what?"

"The odds are [-] percent."

Su Yu stopped talking.

He thought for a while, and then asked, "Then if you lose...will the leader...die?"

Ling Mohan responded, his voice as calm as ever.

At that moment, Su Yu felt his whole heart was pulled.However, in the next moment, he still nodded in a serious manner, without any worry on his face, he just blinked.

He couldn't tell what it was like, but he thought he knew it.

The need to fight is not just about dignity.

Warriors are like the Huaishui just now, or Ling Mohan.

To die in battle is to die well.

This, he cannot change, also cannot change.

He has no power to stop it.

Wu Daoming was standing next to them, but even if he knew Su Yu's mood, he couldn't stop him... unless Man Rou could knock Xiao Ruochen down now.

But he looked at it with a frown, shook his head again, and sighed, "Manrou... can't win."

Nangong Yi was dead, Nangong Mo was seriously injured, Nanjianmen couldn't stop Xiao Ruochen, and himself... Wu Daoming laughed a little self-deprecatingly, his kung fu was probably worse than Ling Mohan.

I can only hope that after playing several games in a row, Xiao Ruochen's internal energy will be depleted and his strength will decline.Ling Mohan watched for a while, then turned to Wu Daoming and said, "You don't need to go."

Wu Daoming was stunned for a moment, his expression became a little subtle.

On the field, Manrou also felt that she might not be able to win.

Her frown got deeper and deeper, but it wasn't just because she couldn't win.

She has used the short sword for more than [-] years, and has fought countless enemies with everyone. Now she is fighting Xiao Ruochen, but she always feels that something is wrong.

Yes, the opponent's footwork and saber techniques are similar to those used by the Seven Seas Gang, but because Xiao Ruochen used a scimitar, there were some changes when using it, but this change made his whole set of martial arts, They all look a little... weird.

It is treacherous.

Unexpectedly, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, the angle of the knife is unpredictable.

... At this time, why do I suddenly feel that there is something familiar.

Man Rou's kung fu is even better than Huai Shui's, but Xiao Ruochen still catches it with ease, even a little jokingly, which shows that he didn't try his best just now.

She froze slightly at this time, and was suddenly stabbed by the scimitar on her left shoulder. She quickly swung the dagger to force Xiao Ruochen back, but although Xiao Ruochen obediently retreated, the scimitar suddenly flew out of his hand halfway, just pointing at him. The power around the sharp buckle seems to have a thousand-thousand-force force.

Xiao Ruochen's movements were extremely secretive, but for some reason, Manrou's eyelids twitched suddenly when she saw his movement of withdrawing the knife, and she took a half-beat first, and blocked the short sword across her chest with all her strength.

"Thorn-"

The scimitar slid across the blade of the short sword and flew upwards. Xiao Ruochen reached out to retrieve it, and for the first time there was a look of astonishment in his eyes.

But all of a sudden, Man Rou blissfully took a few steps back, and shouted sharply, "Who the hell are you!"