The bright moon sits on the ground

The swordsman in white suddenly appeared in the middle of the competition ring.

Plain clothes and white robes, silver-trimmed boots, and a porcelain-white fox mask that completely covered his face. A four-foot-long knife hung on his waist. The scabbard was dark red and had a dark red sheath. Brown tassels, when the wind blows, the tassels that are as flexible as water will scatter in all directions.

The pair of eyes under the mask slanted slightly, and nodded slightly to Zhang Yu and others on the high platform.

"Using the knife, is this the right protector?"

Zhang Rui suddenly regained her spirits, changed her previous laziness, sat up straight, and observed the situation on the ring with great interest.

Zhang Yu took the teacup on the table, and gently blew the tea leaves on the surface, her voice became more and more erratic in the dense mist: "I have to remind you, the guy in his family is very jealous,? You should It’s best not to show too much interest.”

She persuaded it, but,? Obviously, Zhang Rui would not listen to any persuasion at this time.

"It's really well covered." Zhang Rui bit her nails and clicked her tongue.

Zhang Concubine considered the words she used, and said, "I think it's probably the most appropriate to describe him with Baiyue and Nuanyu."

Zhang Rui turned her head and looked at her inexplicably, "I'm talking about a knife, what are you talking about?"

She still looked up to her stubborn little sister.

Zhang Concubine put down the teacup, she didn't want to chat with Zhang Rui any more, and looked down.

Because of Nie Qiu's sudden appearance, the onlookers were quiet for a moment, and then cheered again. They wished that this kind of drama would be staged several times, so that they could enjoy watching the excitement—and the swordsman on the ring had a bad expression, as if He didn't expect that there would be a blocker in the middle of the way. He thought that no one would dare to challenge on stage, so he could breathe a sigh of relief.

Fang Qisheng was not among them, and Zhang Yu guessed that he might be hiding in the dark.

The swordsman on the stage put his hand on the hilt of his sword again and asked, "Is this chivalrous man also here to challenge me?"

"Challenge is not really a challenge, it's just a discussion. Click it." The white-clothed swordsman deliberately lowered his voice, and it seemed unreal through a mask. He didn't even touch his own knife, and raised his hand. , very politely said, "Please."

The ending sound is very soft, the tone is very humble, but the action is merciless, just like the sharp long knife with a cold light.

As soon as the voice fell to the ground, the cold light came out of the sheath, and with a "chuo", the bitter wind cut through, and the swordsman went straight to the face.

The swordsman broke out in a cold sweat, barely dodging the menacing knife—if he hadn't seen clearly which side the swordsman was using on the back of the knife, he would have thought that the man in front of him was an enemy who had come for him. The posture is clearly to take his life.

The swordsman cursed inwardly as to what to say, what to discuss, and what he said seemed to be the case, but his strikes were still stern.

He gritted his teeth, pulled a few feet away, drew his sword backhand, and calmed down, wanting to take a closer look at what kind of sword technique this swordsman who came from nowhere was using. I don't have a clue, I can only see that it is a bit like the way in the Western Regions.

Fierce and wild, he only advances and never retreats, which is completely opposite to the demeanor of this swordsman, but complements each other.

Fierce as a falcon; light and vigorous as an antelope; reckless and cautious as a lone wolf with a hungry stomach.

While thinking wildly, the swordsman has easily blocked his sword, the swords staggered, and the piercing sound continued continuously, sliding from the distance of an inch on the sword grid to the end of the sword tip, pushing away his only protection, and then, The back of the knife rests on the neck.

The slightly wider and rough back of the knife pressed against the neck, causing a piece of fragile and soft flesh to sink, and finally stopped.

The swordsman took a deep breath, knowing that he had lost completely, and said calmly, "May I ask your honorable name?"

The white-clothed swordsman, who was cold and rational to the point of frightening before, was silent for a long time after hearing his words, as if he was thinking carefully about this simple question that a three-year-old child could answer.

He put the knife back into its sheath, and when his fingers touched the mask on his face, he replied, "White fox face."

The swordsman could guess with his toes that he must have made it up, but he didn't continue to ask. He picked up the fallen sword, put it back into the sheath, waved his hand, and said, "You win", without shaking his head. Back to the ground, leaving only a departing back.

"Very powerful." Zhang Rui watched for a long time without making a sound, and only then did she comment. She looked thoughtfully at the white-clothed swordsman standing alone on the ring, and said, "However, this sword technique It reminds me of someone else."

As for who she remembered, she didn't say it out loud. She got up and took the walnut from Zhang Yu's hand, playing with it in her palm.

"Or let's end it early." Zhang Rui said casually, "Anyway, except for the leader, no one can beat him. If those shrimp soldiers and crab generals come to join in the fun, I think they scratched their knives."

At the beginning, it was discussed that Nie Qiu would appear on the first day, and Fang Qisheng would appear on the second day, so that they would be staggered so that other people would not be suspicious, and then they would bump into each other on the third day, and use their discussion as the end of the contest to recruit relatives... As it should be.

When Zhang Concubine realized that what Zhang Rui said was not a joke, it was too late to stop her, and she could only watch her get up abruptly, dragging her voice, lazily and arrogantly, announcing to everyone with a defiant attitude.

"Does anyone think they can defeat this chivalrous man named Baihumian? If so, then hurry up to the stage. If not, everyone knows that Zhang Rui is not an indecisive person, so I won't waste any more time waiting." , today we will decide the winner.”

Zhang Concubine supported his forehead, Nie Qiu was obviously startled, and the surrounding people were also dumbfounded.

After a while, the crowd began to commotion, you pushed and let me go, and finally someone stepped forward bravely.

He was terrified, thinking that he was about to compete with this formidable swordsman, a long//gun whizzed by and stuck straight into the ground beside him, he sat down on the ground in fright, I really thought I was going to die.

On the high platform, Zhang Rui took the second weapon from the attendant, pierced it into the gap between the stone bricks, and glanced condescendingly.

"Next," she said, "any more?"

Everyone looked behind her, and the silver shelf was filled with all kinds of weapons, all of which could be ranked.

What Zhang Rui threw down was the backwater gun, and what Zhang Rui held in his hand was the returning cloud needle, and after that, there were Fengqi spear, peach owl halberd... and so on.

What happened next was a matter of course.

She kicked the Cloud Returning Needle, forcing the second person back, and threw down the Wind Spear, knocking the third person away.

At the end, Jia Zhao had already started looking at the sky, Zhang Yu covered her face and looked sideways, and Nie Qiu was thinking about how to negotiate with King Zhen'e.

No one in the audience dared to speak, let alone set foot on the dangerous arena that was as dangerous as a dragon's pool and a tiger's den.

The peach owl halberd was flying and spinning in Zhang Rui's hand. She looked at it, and it seemed that no one dared to go on stage, so she handed the weapon in her hand to the attendant contentedly, and asked in a low voice, "Sister, what do you mean by the devil?" Teacher, when will you come?"

Zhang Yu winked at Nie Qiu, implying that the plan had changed. Nie Qiu understood what she meant, but shook his head.

It's not that Fang Qisheng doesn't want to go on stage, but... others are not in the audience at all now.

At that time, Zhang Shuangbi did not leave for a long time, as if he had made up his mind to stay until the end, so Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu discussed it. Originally, Fang Qisheng only came to power on the second day, and there was nothing about him on the first day. It happened that a few children watching were eating glutinous rice dumplings that he had never seen before. Fang Qisheng was very moved, so he went to find the store.

Not to mention that Fang Qisheng didn't expect the martial arts competition to end so soon, even Nie Qiu didn't expect it.

I just hope the store that sells glutinous rice dumplings is not too far away.Nie Qiu secretly sighed.

Zhang Concubine whispered a few words in Zhang Rui's ear, Zhang Rui frowned quickly, scratched the back of her head irritably, but didn't say much, took a few steps forward, put her hand on the dangerous railing, With a strong push, it flipped down lightly and skillfully.

Landing on the ring, Zhang Rui stood up and smoothed the wrinkles of her clothes. Ignoring the gazes from the audience, she walked forward, reached out and held the gun body of the water gun, and pulled it out from the gap with slight force with five fingers.

Immediately afterwards, it was the Cloud Returning Needle and the Feng Ding Spear, all of which were taken back by her.

Zhang Rui held three sharp weapons and looked down the stage. Others looked at the sky and the ground, avoiding her sight.

She sneered and said: "I see that you are all spectators, why don't you go home and do what you have to do, so as to save yourself from this muddy water, after all, this matter has nothing to do with you, right? ?”

"Oh, that's right." Seeing that everyone was about to disperse, Zhang Rui suddenly remembered something, "You can try the consequences of filing a complaint."

Those who should be scolded have run away, and those who should be threatened have been threatened. She turned around and prepared to go back to the high platform.

At this moment, an upright and upright voice came.

"Girl, I know you are the young lady of Zhen'e Mansion, but King Zhen'e has always treated people generously. You are so domineering, bullying others, even hurting others, deliberately disrupting the competition and recruiting relatives, isn't it a bit too much?"

Nie Qiu was thinking about something at first, but after hearing this voice, he couldn't help but look up.

Zhang Rui paused and remained silent. She inserted the three weapons back into the arena. She didn't turn around, but raised her chin, turned her head, narrowed her red phoenix eyes slightly, and the broken hair on her forehead slipped past her eyes, and finally stopped. A small depression in the corner of the eye.

Her eyes were different from before, there was no anger, but complete coldness, she opened her lips and said, "You, report your name."

Dressed in green clothes and carrying a long sword, the slightly thin young man suddenly met her gaze, his expression was surprised for a moment, but he quickly reacted, his hands clasped his fists, his voice was very gentle, but his words were sonorous and powerful , said—

"Next, Wen Zhanxing."