Brother, where is the integrity?

After the final match, only Gong Qingduo, Shui Wuji, Song Huaizhi, and Lan Hui remained.

These four people are divided into two groups to face off, and the winners will compete again to elect the No.1 of this martial arts conference.

After the lottery was drawn, the members of each group were decided. The first group was Gong Qingduo and Lan Hui, and the second group was Song Huaizhi and Shui Wuji.

The four rested for a quarter of an hour before starting the game again.

Taking advantage of the spare time, Yao Lian hurried over to give Gong Qingduo a few words, basically kicking his lower body, slapping his face, stomping on his toes, etc. In any case, he had to be a little more brazen, so that he could win the game.

Gong Qingduo just smiled awkwardly, and was too embarrassed to refuse the younger brother's kindness, so she could only twitch the corner of her mouth and watch Yao Lian spit.

Soon, a quarter of an hour passed, and Gong Qingduo waved at Yao Lian, who was still reluctant to part with him, and entered the stage.

Standing opposite Gong Qingduo was a young man in blue, who was one of the few people who beat him up earlier.

Lan Hui looked quite nervous, his forehead was soaked with sweat, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking, presumably he was very afraid of Gong Qingduo.

Gong Qingduo looked very relaxed, smiled slightly, made a gesture, and waved to Lan Hui who was opposite.

At this time, the referee gave an order and the game began.

"Ah." Lan Hui yelled, trying to increase his momentum, his yelling was rough and deafening, he held the long sword in his hand and ran towards Gong Qingduo.

With one move, Mount Tai crushed the top of Gong Qingduo's head.Gong Qingduo chuckled, and immediately changed his move, lightly shaking his right hand, the sword body immediately bounced upwards, and the tip of the sword pierced Lan Hui's wrist holding the sword.

"Sigh~"

Lan Hui didn't react, and Gong Qingduo's sword tip stabbed his left wrist abruptly. As his wrist hurt, he immediately let go of the long sword in his hand, and stepped back while clutching his left hand.

Fortunately, only a little bit of flesh was punctured, but no bones were hurt, and the game could still continue.Lan Hui's momentum sank, and he stopped looking at his long sword on the ground, but raised his fist like a sandbag in his right hand and slammed it at Gong Qingduo's face.

Gong Qingduo dodged it unhurriedly, and in a squatting position, he jumped towards Lan Hui, put his hands on the ground, his waist sank, his legs flew up, and his feet kicked heavily towards Lan Hui's waist.

Lan Hui felt the pain and retreated subconsciously, but now he ignored the matter of whether he could stabilize his figure, but had no choice but to follow the inertia and cross the red line, so he was eliminated miserably.

The applause from the audience continued, after all, Gong Qingduo's good skills are really rare, even those old fritters who run the rivers and lakes can't help applauding Gong Qingduo, and there are many masters of the older generation. Nodding frequently, eyes full of appreciation.

Gong Qingduo bowed his hands to everyone in the audience, and walked towards the bottom of the ice lake.

Yao Lian on the side doesn't know what Le Cheng is like, you see, just say that my senior brother is the best.How can those cannon fodder compare to my senior brother.Quack quack.

After a while, the younger brother Song Huaizhi and the bully Shui Wuji also entered the stage.

The enemy is extremely jealous when seeing the enemy, which is vividly reflected in the two of them.

Shui Wuji felt good about himself, and with a wicked smile on his lips, he greeted Song Huaizhi, "What a coincidence, you're here too."

Song Huaizhi's brows twitched, and his anger became more intense, "Shui Wuji. Song can't bear your big uncle. From now on, stay away from my little brother. Otherwise, don't blame Song for being ruthless with you." .”

"Ha. Uncle, what's the matter. Lanzhi and I are in love with each other, and we have a good relationship in this life. Hahaha." The angrier Song Huaizhi was, the happier Shui Wuji was, and he put on a weary expression.

"You." Song Huaizhi was so angry that his whole body was trembling slightly. It happened that the referee announced the start of the match. Song Huaizhi immediately folded his fan and rushed towards Shui Wuji.

The folding fan opened, Song Huaizhi's figure flickered, and under the impact of the strong wind, the fan with books and landscape paintings shone with a cold light, like a dream or a fantasy, intoxicating.

Seeing the menacing Song Huaizhi, Shui Wuji was not afraid at all, very calmly pulled out the long knife at his waist, and attacked Song Huaizhi.

The fierceness of the offensive was far beyond what Song Huaizhi's body could resist, but Song Huaizhi had no choice but to withdraw the offensive, using the thickness of the folding fan to resist Song Huaizhi's long knife.

Song Huaizhi's attack was fierce enough, but compared with Shui Wuji, it was still far behind. This can be seen from the two's attack methods.Although Song Huaizhi's moves are fierce, they are better than the word "stable". They are far inferior to Shui Wuji's one-thousand wounds and eight hundred self-damages. After a long battle, Song Huaizhi was actually somewhat lost.

The two weapons collided with each other on the ice lake, and there was a piercing clang, but there was no other sound.

Song Huaizhi frowned, as if he couldn't bear Shui Wuji's fierce saber, his figure "dengdengdeng" retreated as much as five zhang.

"Hey, uncle, I advise you to admit defeat. If you hurt Lanzhi, you will fight me desperately." Shui Wuji bullied him, not giving Song Huaizhi a chance to breathe.

"You. Damn it." Song Huaizhi was extremely angry, not willing to admit defeat, and attacked again with his folding fan.

The two fought back and forth, fighting for more than a dozen moves in a flash, and they were inseparable for a while.

Seeing that he couldn't hit Shui Wuji, Song Huaizhi was so angry that he dodged the knife from Shui Wuji, and then threw out his folding fan, which hit Shui Wuji's forehead.

Shui Wuji easily turned his head away, and said sarcastically: "The young master of the Xiaoyao faction is nothing more than that."

Song Huaizhi narrowed his eyes slightly, with a calm expression, "Shui Wuji, do you think this is over?"

"What do you say..." Before Shui Wuji could ask, he felt a stabbing pain in the back of his head, and he immediately reacted. He didn't look back to see what was attacking him, but directly lowered his head to avoid it.

A folding fan made of fine iron brushed the back of Shui Wuji's head, cut off a few strands of Shui Wuji's hair, and continued to fly forward, flying towards Song Huai without the hostility of Shicai.

Song Huaizhi stretched out his hand to grab it, and beat the folding fan, and put on the appearance of a handsome young man, seeing Shui Wuji's distressed appearance, he actually smiled a little.

"Oh, you Shui Wuji is nothing more than that." Song Huaizhi said mockingly, his eyes were full of disdain.

Shui Wuji straightened up, without even the slightest bit of anger, instead of being angry, he smiled, but now the smile was a little more cold.

He tossed the bundled long hair nonchalantly, and flung the few strands of broken hair away, letting them drift in the wind.

Then he took a few steps forward and moved a little closer to Song Huaizhi. Shui Wuji said softly, "It seems that it's time for me to be serious." His tone was flat, completely inconsistent with the evil image he had before, but now he looks like Song Huaizhi. is stating a fact.

Song Huaizhi frowned, feeling very uneasy, but all he could do was to hold the folding fan tightly in his hand.

Shui Wuji sneered, took the long knife in his hand, held it in front of his eyes, stroked it carefully, and muttered, "Mo Yan, I haven't seen blood for a long time, I must miss it..."

At this time, Shui Wuji's eyes are full of tenderness, this knife looks like his lover, it belongs to the caress and whispers between lovers.

I don't know if it was Song Huaizhi's illusion, but there was a flash of red light in the black blade, which was fleeting, like a hallucination, but Song Huaizhi knew very well that it was not an illusion.How could he be dazzled by a master who has cultivated his inner strength and mind to great success.

Shui Wuji muttered for half an hour, then raised his head, and fixed his eyes on Song Huaizhi, there was a little blood in his eyes, whether it was bloodshot caused by congestion or a sign of obsession.For a moment Song Huaizhi was a little uncertain.

Shui Wuji showed an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and the arc became wider and wider, until the last smile was a bit ferocious, "Song Huaizhi, you forced me to do this."

As he said that, he raised the weapon in his hand, pointed the long knife to the sky, and his aura instantly burst to the peak. The knife and the man, and the man and the knife were completely fused together. and go.

Song Huaizhi took a few steps back uncontrollably, and the folding fan stood in front of him, blocking the aura that was attacking him. As time went by, the folding fan trembled slightly, and the trembling became bigger and bigger. Zhuo Shui Wuji will crush Song Huaizhi with his momentum.

"what."

Song Huaizhi shouted loudly, his teeth were about to crack, he must defeat Shui Wuji.The internal force in the body instantly became tyrannical, scrambling to rush out from the wide meridians. The originally wide meridians now seemed extremely crowded.

Huge internal force rushed from Song Huaizhi's body to Shui Wuji, just to resist the fierce hostility.Even Song Huaizhi didn't expect that in his lifetime, he would use this kind of move to kill one thousand enemies and damage himself eight hundred.

Shui Wuji snorted coldly, he obviously couldn't see Song Huaizhi's method, and he wanted to fight himself recklessly.It's probably too serious for me.

The long knife in his hand, with the imposing manner of Mount Tai pressing down on the top, suddenly slashed at Song Huaizhi's internal force, a strong roar sounded, and two different internal forces collided and a small-scale explosion occurred.

Under the action of the heat current and air waves, the solid ice that had been as thick as a rock since the beginning of the game was broken into slag one after another.

Even Shui Wuji didn't expect this scene, his feet were empty, and he sank into the bottom of the water defenselessly.

And the splashed ice slag turned into white mist under the action of heat flow, covering the competition area of ​​Shui Wuji and his two, outsiders couldn't see what happened to the internal force at all, only the white mist rose and disappeared, Rising, disappearing, and so on.

Everyone in the audience frowned, trying to see the situation of the two people clearly, but with their excellent eyesight, they couldn't see anything for a while, and all they saw was a vast expanse of whiteness.

The same is true for Yao Lian. Although he has excellent eyesight, far surpassing everyone sitting here, he can't see clearly what happened in the arena, as if something is blocking him.