[Rebirth] Madam, stop pretending

The scene was chaotic, and Su Yu didn't devote much energy to paying attention to his surroundings.

He stared at Ling Mohan and Xiao Ruochen, even though he couldn't see clearly at all, let alone help them.

The sound of clashing swords and swords could be heard endlessly, and soon a little blood was spilled on the stage, and it was not known whose it was.

Ling Mohan knew that there was only a slight difference between him and Xiao Ruochen, and the difference between him and Xiao Ruochen could determine the outcome.

He was always one step slower, one point weaker.

Why?

Normal people noticed this and their minds were already confused, but Ling Mohan didn't.

The opponent pressed on every step of the way, but he gradually entered the state of selflessness.

Without me, with me, the world is me.

My sword follows my heart, my heart is my way, what is heart?

Sending and receiving freely, the sword responds to my way, but I follow the way of heaven, what is the way?

The battle is extremely fast, but the heart is extremely quiet.

The flames of war are extremely fierce, and the heart is extremely cold.

One fast and one quiet, one hot and one cold, as if hearing cicadas in deep snow.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the four seasons rotate, which is the way of heaven.Wrap like spring, split like summer, sweep like autumn, thorn like winter.

However, with my sword, there will be no spring, no summer, no autumn, entanglement, slashing and sweeping, all moves are bitter, go to three seasons, but in a single thought, it is to follow the way of heaven and give birth to my way.

Ling Mohan's eyes flashed.

When Xiao Ruochen and Xiao Ruochen decided the outcome of the split, he had already felt a faint feeling, and now he finally figured it out.

When the sword is drawn, it is solid first and then empty. With a flick of the tip of the sword, the path of the sword is suddenly reversed.

Xiao Ruochen let out a slight gasp, the dagger unexpectedly pierced through the air, he raised his eyebrows, and went to look at Ling Mohan again, only to feel that something had changed, and nothing had changed.

In an instant, after ten strokes, the growing doubts on Xiao Ruochen's face disappeared, and then he smiled and said, "So what if you want to make a breakthrough before the battle? You are doomed!"

Ling Mohan's eyes didn't fluctuate, and the sword move in his hand was neither fast nor slow, as if he didn't hear this sentence.

Xiao Ruochen shook his head and said with a smile, "Stop, don't struggle. Once you collide with my true energy, the poison in your body will deepen. Don't you feel it?"

He spoke in a low voice, neither Wu Daoming nor Su Yu heard him.But Wu Daoming is more skilled than Su Yu, compared to Su Yu who can't see anything clearly, he has seen the situation on the field clearly.

He frowned, and when Ling Mohan pressed his shoulders, it was clear that he was making himself optimistic about Daohua.

Dao Hua...he already knew?

Wu Daoming glanced at Su Yu, hesitated for a moment, but didn't say anything about it.

He sighed and asked, "If he dies, what will you...?"

Su Yu stared at the field without turning his head. Hearing Wu Daoming's question, he turned around in a daze and asked, "...huh?"

Wu Daoming pursed his lips, and didn't say it a second time, but Su Yu finally pulled his mind back from the field, recalled Wu Daoming's question just now, and then his face suddenly turned pale.

Even if Ling Mohan said it, there is only a two-point chance of winning.But that's two points anyway.

Sometimes, Su Yu is the kind of person who doesn't shed tears when he sees the coffin, and doesn't look back when he hits the south wall.

Therefore, even though he was extremely worried, when he really imagined the scene of Ling Mohan's death, he always unconsciously felt a strong sense of absurdity.

The more Su Yu remained silent, the more uncertain Wu Daoming felt.

During this month of getting along, he has a little understanding of Ling Mohan and appreciates it. If Ling Mohan dies, although he will be sad and regretful at this time, but in the end, he is just... an insignificant person .

It would be fine if Ling Mohan was also an insignificant person in Su Yu's heart.

Wu Daoming sighed, knowing that this assumption is absolutely impossible,

Su Yu looked at Wu Daoming for a while, then turned his gaze back to the stage, and just said, "... until the end."

Wu Daoming paused, and sighed inaudibly.

Ling Mohan already had more than a dozen wounds on his body. Although he made a breakthrough before the battle and improved his cultivation to a higher level, it was already too late... His breathing was unstable and his internal energy was about to be exhausted. How could he win?Although... with Ling Mohan's skill, he shouldn't have exhausted his internal energy so quickly.

The fight between Ling Mohan and Xiao Ruochen was dim, but the two sisters Xuejin Xueying who were sitting on top of the boa constrictor were not idle either.

"...The deputy suzerain is fighting!" Xue Jin was sitting on the python's head bored, moving left and right, and asked Xue Ying who was opposite, curiously, "Can I help you?"

Xueying shook her head and glared at her, "Don't make trouble for the deputy suzerain."

"What do you call adding chaos..." Xue Jin stretched out her hand and pointed, "If the deputy suzerain doesn't give orders, should we just stay here, or kill all these people and have a good time?"

She didn't lower her volume when she spoke, and her tone was so high that everyone in Baidaomeng, who had been hindered by the poison, couldn't help being annoyed.Finally someone in the crowd couldn't bear it, and suddenly shouted loudly, "Kill them, and no one will be able to control the poisonous insects!"

A word is like boiling water dripping into a pan of calm oil. Most of the people who have just been stunned by the sudden change and have not turned the corner reacted. They drew their swords and threw their weapons at Xue Jin and Xue Jin. Ying attacked.

Xuejin snorted coldly, shook her sleeves, took out a palm-sized pottery piece from it, and gently moved it to her mouth. The sound from the pottery piece was like laughing, not laughing, not crying, the tone was not high, but somewhat Ear-piercing, the large group of poisonous insects behind her seemed to be ordered to fly and crawl towards those who attacked Xue Jin.Not only was no one able to get close for a while, but nearly ten people ran back screaming, and they didn't know where they were bitten, rolling on the ground in pain, but it didn't take long for them to be silent.

Since Xue Jin drove the poisonous insects and poisons, she felt very happy for a while, so she didn't want to stop.She herself doesn't disdain these martial arts leaders who are recognized by righteous people. Judging from this posture, these Baidaomeng are not willing to let go easily.

She looked at Xiao Ruochen on the competition stage, suddenly sneered, and reprimanded, "You people, you don't know how powerful you are unless you show some color!"

As he spoke, the sound from the pottery fragments changed suddenly.The sound fluctuated from high to low, it was said to be music but there was really no tune, the poisonous insects rushed into the crowd, and for a moment there was only a long wail.

The deputy suzerain didn't tell her not to kill people before she came. Xue Jin giggled watching this scene, and simply directed the poisonous insects to kill a large crowd.

Xueying was steady, she didn't follow her to kill, she just shook her head and sighed, stood on the python's head and looked around to prevent anyone from escaping from the clearing in the forest.

Since the face is torn, no one can stay!

There was chaos in the open space, Wu Daoming grabbed Su Yu, and Su Yu saw the butterfly-like black bug flying the fastest that night, and suddenly rushed into the crowd, like a vanguard officer, colliding with each other and crowded, making a horrifying sound. There was a frightening snap.

His gaze was still on Ling Mohan, but he had subconsciously drawn the sword in his hand.

Wu Daoming held Su Yu with his left hand, and the sword came out like a frightened bird, able to keep the black butterfly an inch away from his body. He swept out with his sword, and took the opportunity to find Yin Cong and the others from the black gap.

It was a mess underneath, but the strange thing was that the two people on the competition stage were not affected at all. It was probably because Xiao Ruochen had some insect-repelling herb on him, and even Ling Mohan also benefited.

"I always feel that the sound of the pottery is also very familiar..." Wu Daoming doubted.

"Brother may have heard it when the Holy Flame Sect invaded the Central Plains more than ten years ago!" Su Yu shouted while beating, "To be honest, I also..."

Wu Daoming was stunned. More than ten years ago... Su Yu was seven years old, and he was also 12 years old. When did he hear that?

A flash of inspiration flashed by, but he couldn't allow him to think too much, and the scene was extremely chaotic.The sound of wailing weapons and Xue Jin's laughter mixed together.

On the competition stage, Ling Mohan also suddenly heard the chaos around him, subconsciously distracted and swept down the stage.

How could Xiao Ruochen miss this opportunity?

The half-moon scimitar wrapped in ten success powers, pierced through the air and struck Ling Mohan's chest.

There is no change in this move, it is the simplest, so it has the greatest strength and the fastest speed.

Swords collided again.

Ling Mohan's face was pale, and he was blocking it with a clever smile in his hand, but the blade of the sword was trembling slightly.Finally exhausted.

Only a crisp sound was heard, from the right shoulder to the wrist bone, under the forceful force, the bones of the entire arm were inch by inch, Ling Mohan let out a muffled snort, and his right hand drooped down without any effort.

He still held the sword in his hand.

Xiao Ruochen looked at him, but the scimitar in his hand did not move forward.

He sighed, "I won't kill you, but you probably won't be able to survive this poison...Huh?!"

He raised his right hand, but Ling Mohan had already taken the right sword with his left hand and was sending it forward.

The internal strength is exhausted, but the coldness on the sword has not diminished. Although the strength is weak, the angle is extremely tricky. Xiao Ruochen was off guard just now, but he almost got it.

It's still a little bit worse after all.

Xiao Ruochen took a step forward, the scimitar slowly slid from the tip of the sword across the blade, and flicked it slightly to the side.

The Qiaoxiao sword was easily pushed away, Ling Mohan loosened his left hand, the sword body drooped, two fingers caught the hilt, and the left hand pushed flat, but concentrated the last strength of the whole body on the fingertips.

Xiao Ruochen easily blocked his fingers, and said with a smile, "...one mistake, how can I repeat it twice..." His voice stopped abruptly.

That finger was first solid and then empty, as if the memory was weak, but at the moment of touching, it turned from empty to real again.

Xiao Ruochen felt a pain in his heart, and the thin trace of sword energy from Ling Mohan's fingertips would penetrate his heart and disappear invisible.It was as if being pierced by a sword made my heart feel cold.

He took a step back, looked down at the blood quickly staining his skirt, and then looked at Ling Mohan.

This finger is exerting Ling Mohan's last strength.His eyes flickered, and he seemed to be smiling slightly. This smile was cold and sharp, not soft, just like the sword he drew.

Xiao Ruochen covered his chest with one hand, his eyes were extremely dark, but before he could speak, he saw Ling Mohan's body shaking, and fell to the side without warning.