Death Princess

The process of the martial arts conference seemed to have been artificially accelerated, and in just ten days, the position of leader had been locked among the four.On the bright side, the person who wins the first prize can be named a sixth-rank military officer of the imperial court, ascend to heaven in one step, and rule the martial arts world.But in fact, everyone who keeps an eye on it knows that the rivers and lakes are different from the imperial court. It has always been a plate of scattered sand that is delicately balanced by an intricate network of forces. Refined into bricks, and what the court hopes is not the gathering of forces in the rivers and lakes.Therefore, the leader of the martial arts alliance can at best be regarded as a bright stake placed by the imperial court in the rivers and lakes, and the seniors of various factions who really sit in the sky of the martial arts world have no intention of meddling in this so-called "leadership".

That's why the four swordsmen at the head of the sword are all unknown juniors who have just appeared in the martial arts world.

The two-out-of-four competition started in today's rainy day.The entire competition area in the West Valley was divided into two places on the left and right. The players to fight were determined by the draw of lots the day before, and the two matches were held on the left and right sides of the area at the same time.After today, the position of leader will hover between the winners of the two games. After a short rest for two days, the leader will be born in the third day of the game.

I don't know whether it's God's troubles or what, but Wumian who came here for Lengtong, the "traitor from the dark pavilion", unexpectedly made it through all the way by accident, until now he was able to hand in hand with Lengtong.And in the arena next door, it is not expected that Duan Muxi, the young master of Feiling Villa, and the heir of another famous school in the world.

On the one hand, there is a duel inside the dark pavilion, and on the other hand, it is a battle between the juniors of the famous and decent families.Perhaps it was because the conference was drawing to a close. It was rare that people from the imperial court and heroes from all walks of life gathered on the viewing platform.As the young lord of the Sword Sect, Chao Lu was also among the spectators.

"Hey, look, the one who is fighting Miss Leng on the stage, isn't he the owner of the hidden pavilion of the noble family?" Can only watch the battle but not make a move. After all, it is quite boring for Yu Chaolu. Seeing Jiang Tang, the head of the Shadow Sect, appearing in person, Zhao Lu unceremoniously spends time by making things difficult for others.

After disguising his identity for a long time, he was revealed by Zhao Lu in front of everyone. Unexpectedly, Jiang Tang did not show any anger at all, just like the identity of Wumian's killer was exposed, and he would not be concerned about Wumian's life or even Shadow Gate's reputation. appear to have any effect.

"No," he took a sip of tea, and replied leisurely, "Although Yingmen is not a member of the martial arts world, the position of the leader of the alliance concerns the entire Jianghu. Sit back and ignore it? No matter what, we have to send one of the best fighters in the dark pavilion to show off and test for everyone whether the future leader of the alliance is really capable of ruling the martial arts."

"However, it's a pity to say it," Jiang Tang said while still giving Shang Chaolu a meaningful look, "I thought that the position of the lord should belong to you, the young lord of the Sword Sect, but how did you know that you didn't even Did not participate in the competition."

"Hey, I'm ashamed." As if she had expected Jiang Tang to make such a blow, Zhao Lu pretended to sigh and shook her head with her cattail fan. There are people who are outsiders, but I am young and energetic, and I have never taken my brother's words to heart. Now I have hit a snag, and I know, hey, I have to go back and rebuild."

The uncle and third senior brother Han Zhuo who was inexplicably used as a shield by the side coughed dryly twice, while his cousin Han Shuangxue, who had long been accustomed to Chaolu's nonsense, rolled her eyes unceremoniously.

"Chaolu!!" Jiang Tang was about to say something, but was interrupted by a sharp female voice from behind, "Chaolu, let me see where you are going this time!!" It was He Yi who came.

Just now, she was still in a state of self-reflection, and Zhao Lu, who had been enjoying herself in acting, immediately became wilted when she saw someone coming.

"See Your Highness the Princess." There was a sparse salute, and the most resentful voice was none other than Chaolu.

. . .

While Chao Lu and Jiang Tang were fighting wits and courage on the spectator stage, on the other side of the field, Leng Tong fell into a completely different crisis.

Leng Tong and Wu Mian are both members of the dark pavilion, and they both use knives.But the difference is that Leng Tong uses the left and right daggers, while the matte one uses Japanese-style Odachi.The ancients said that one inch is stronger than one inch, and the big sword is far more than one inch longer than the short sword.Coupled with the fact that Wumian's own knife skills are straightforward and without any extra movement, he gives up all guards, uses offense as the strongest defense, and takes cutting the opponent horizontally as the initial and final goal.Leng Tong was firmly held a few steps away by his saber rain and couldn't get close, so he could only dodge and block blindly, and couldn't make any room to turn defense into offense.

Wumian intends to take his own life, this is what Leng Tong realized the moment he fought against him.Immediately afterwards, she didn't know whether to be sad or resentful, and she discovered that those comfortable days of Jianzong and the painless martial arts in the past few days had unknowingly worn away her killing intent and fighting spirit, making her From the very beginning, she lost consciousness to a foggy face.

Swish!A stab pointed directly at Leng Tong's forehead.In the nick of time, Leng Tong raised his right saber in a low position, then slid half a step forward and swung the saber with his left hand in a feint. Then, taking advantage of the moment when the fog face was dealing with it, by means of the handover of the two blades, he slipped out of the fog face's knife from the bottom left obliquely Net, to escape unharmed.But even so, the tip of the misty knife still left an inch-long gash on Leng Tong's right forehead.

Leng Tong took three steps back unreasonably, giving up the chance to get close, and distanced himself from the foggy face.Beads of blood trickled down from the forehead, slid over the corner of the eye, and slowly seeped into the right eye.Leng Tong squeezed the blood out with squinted eyes, but had no time to reach out to wipe it.Blood droplets mixed with tears flowed down her cheeks like that, staining her right temple and her right collar red.

"Smack, smack," Wumian twitched the corners of his mouth and carried the Taidao on his shoulder. He moved half a step forward and looked at the defensive Leng Tong with a little playfulness, like a poisonous scorpion scrutinizing the cornered The shivering prey, "Your knife has slowed down, killing you. But is it because the young lord of Jianzong is too comfortable?"

Leng Tong loosened his hands holding the knife, ignoring Wu Mian's provocation.The wound on the forehead was still oozing blood, and the blood flowed down the cheek and into the corner of the mouth, it was fishy and salty.She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she had already clenched the knife tightly.

An afterimage slid across the arena, and the next moment, there was another three-blade intersection.

. . .

On the spectator platform, a complete silence had fallen at this moment. Whether they were fighting wits or chatting, all of them were attracted by the two murderous auras that suddenly magnified on the right side of the arena.

On the arena, Leng Tong, who had been firmly suppressed just now, actually stepped on a very strange footwork, avoiding the sword and hitting Wumian's lower body directly, catching him by surprise.In desperation, Wumian changed his previous attitude of only attacking but not defending, and withdrew the Taidao with his backhand and used the back of the sword to block it. Then he took advantage of the situation to widen the distance and avoided Lengtong's strangely angled blow.

After seeing this thrilling and wonderful scene, the viewing platform was rarely seen boiling.Everyone seemed to have forgotten the left half of the game, and they were divided into two teams, shouting for Leng Tong and Fog Mian respectively.And those who were out of tune with the crowd, including Han Zhuo, Han Shuangxue, He Yi and others, who had seen Chao Lu's skills, all of them stopped their indescribable eyes on Chao Lu.

What Leng Tong used was Zhaolu's original shadowless formation.

"Ah, shameless stealer." Zhao Lu took the opportunity to hold her forehead and covered her face.

It's just that when dealing with He Yi's guards, the footwork that he used once was learned by Leng Tong. While Zhao Lu was unwilling, for some reason, an inexplicable secret joy emerged in his heart .

But on the other side, the advantage that Leng Tong gained with the Shadowless Formation did not last long.After all, the thing that steals the teacher is the thing that steals the teacher. Although Leng Tong has learned a seven or eight points similar to it, it is seven or eight points less similar in spirit.After Wumian was helpless for a short time at first, the killer's intuition quickly let him find the weakness of Leng Tong's attack method.The unpredictable footwork indeed gave Leng Tong the opportunity to get close to him, but at the same time, Leng Tong's own lower body would become unstable because of this stolen thing, and he just took advantage of this opportunity to make a good move. It was properly delivered to the foggy face.

As the person involved, Leng Tong was aware of the disadvantages of this incomplete shadowless formation before anyone found out. She originally wanted to make a quick decision before the fog surface reacted, but after two consecutive fights , she realized belatedly that there was no way out.Because, this is the arena of the martial arts conference, as the legendary "lone swordsman", she can't kill people in full view, but Wumian is the exact opposite, he can use his cold eyes to bind his hands and feet If there is an opportunity to avoid his sharp edge, he will wait for the opportunity to make a move and kill him with a single blow.

And he did.

. . .

Before Zhao Lu could recover from Leng Tong's surprise of stealing the master, the situation on the field suddenly changed. Wu Mian feinted to attack Leng Tong's lower body with a knife from the side, but actually took advantage of Leng Tong's instinct to dodge, and turned around behind her.The full five-foot sword was lifted up to Lengtong's unsuspecting back like that, and it was about to be cut off quickly to make his corpse go away, but Lengtong was too unstable to turn around and block at this time. That's too late.

Swinging down together with the blade was Wumian's cold inner force that was far stronger than Leng Tong's. Zhao Lu had even seen the skin that was torn from Leng Tong's stamina under that inner force that was like a god-blocking and killing god.For some reason, a kind of unreasonable fear instantly shrouded Morning Dew, and she seemed to have returned to eight years ago, back to the snowy night when she could only helplessly watch familiar people die in Huangquan.

In the sleeve, she pinched three fingers.

"Morning Lu!!" Behind him, He Yi suddenly strode forward, firmly grasping the finger in Chao Lu's sleeve that was about to be pinched, and resolutely shook his head at Chao Lu from an angle that no one behind him could see.

Morning dew woke up.

That's right, King Ping and the princess are here, and the Fengyu Wei Ding is all around.How could she use illusion here to reveal her identity as an Eldar?How could he fall short and even drag down the entire Phantom Spirit Clan just because of a pawn?

Zhao Lu took a deep breath as if waking up from a dream, and firmly grasped the right hand that was about to move with her empty left hand.She looked at the arena again with a heartbroken heart, her left hand in the sleeve seemed to be able to twist her right hand to bleed.

. . .

"It's better to be careful. I'll be watching from the stage throughout the day. If something really goes wrong, I'll send you a voice transmission. Just do as I tell you." This turned out to be a moment of life and death , the only voice that appeared in Leng Tong's mind.

Your voice transmission...

There is a thin line between life and death, but Leng Tong chose to use this thin line to look up at Zhao Lu.But Zhao Lu was not looking at her. At this time, Zhao Lu was talking with Princess Changping behind her.

Disappointed, disappointed?Leng Tong didn't know.

But she understood that she had no reason to be disappointed.Because she should have known long ago that she and Chao Lu are only interested, and she is just a pawn in Chao Lu's hands. The life and death of a pawn is not worth mentioning to Chao Lu.

Leng Tong, you are an assassin who licks blood with the tip of a knife, you are a heartless and ruthless knife!How can you place your expectations on others? !

Everything in front of me is fake! !Don't be fooled by those illusions! !

Clenching the knife in both hands, Leng Tong completed an almost impossible turn with her eyes scarlet, and she saw the Taidao on top of her head.But at this moment, the sound transmission of that person appeared next to his ear.

"Kneel down! Throw the knife! Admit defeat!"

Even though she had made countless decisions in her heart not to trust Zhao Lu anymore, Leng Tong still did it without any hesitation.

thump!clang!

"Leng is willing to bow down."

The movements in one go were accompanied by the undiminished momentum of the knife, Leng Tong knelt under the foggy butcher knife like a prisoner waiting for the death penalty.

He let out a long sigh of relief, for some reason, some things that had been accumulated in his heart for a long time disappeared when all this was about to end.Leng Tong closed his eyes.

But the next moment, the gust of saber was forcibly stopped in the air by several forces surrounding it.

"Since the outcome has already been decided, why take someone's life?" A strange male voice sounded like Han Zhuo from the Sword Sect.

"This girl Leng is of great significance to Young Master Chao. For her, Young Master Chao even deliberately lost and gave up the qualification for the martial arts tournament," Jiang Tang said in a sarcastic voice, "Why do you Take people's love?"

The third person, who also directly blocked the foggy blade, did not speak.

But Leng Tong knew that she was Chao Lu.

Facing Wumian's sure-killing blow like this, facing his cold internal force directly...