"Young Master!" Gao Dashan cried out in pain as he lay in a pool of blood.
The surroundings were quiet, and a gentle breeze could be heard.
A wooden sword stood between the blade and Wei Zhuofeng.
"Finally made it."
Her long, tied-up hair danced in the wind, fluttering against Wei Zhuofeng's face, carrying a faint fragrance like the first snow.
It's a woman.
His eyes widened.
Holding a wooden sword horizontally in his right hand, his moon-like eyes filled with the amber hue of autumn sunlight, Yu Zigui slowly raised his head, the tourmaline on his earlobe gleaming with a blood-red light.
Finding him in the way, Yu Zigui kicked Wei Zhuofeng down.
"The ninety-ninth flag." She waved the yellow flag in her hand and gave a seductive smile.
Instead of the expected introduction, he was met with a punch that shattered his nose.
Covering his flat face, Xianyu Geng took two steps back. "You..."
"There's no way around it, I can't disobey my father's orders."
The helpless tone still lingered in his ears when Xianyu Geng felt a cold wind sweep over him.
Looking again in surprise, she realized that the long sword in her hand was broken, and the broken blade was between her two slender fingers.
On the observation deck, Eleven waved carelessly. "Youngest! It's the youngest! Seventh Brother, look, hey, Seventh Brother? Seventh Brother?"
There was no one sitting there.
"Damn it, this is ridiculous!" With a push, Xun Ba jumped off the third floor.
"I must not be fully awake, right? Right?" Luo Shi asked the heavens, unwilling to give up.
"Future aunt!" Xiao Kuang's jaw dropped.
He kicked him in the chin, his dead fish eyes twitching. "You're dead."
"Who?" Xiao Kuang asked rather cluelessly.
Reaching the edge of the stage, Fu Xian sighed. "Isn't it obvious?"
It was obvious that this woman was not from a righteous martial arts sect. At first glance, she not only lacked any set moves, but her techniques seemed completely chaotic. Yet, each move was treacherous and incredibly fast.
Just now, she was clearly a foot to his left, but in the blink of an eye, she appeared right in front of him. So close, he could even see his own reflection in her eyes.
"Geng'er, use your palm!"
The master's words were like a thunderbolt, "Yes, since this woman has such a nimble style, her weakness must be—"
He gathered his inner energy in his palm and struck when he got close.
Oh.
It was a soft laugh.
Her little hands, clasped together, were cool, yet she could still smile.
His heart skipped a beat, he spread his legs into a bow shape, and then went all out. Sure enough, her expression changed. Good, let's keep going like this.
Although he was also covered in sweat, he was secretly delighted and completely unaware of the cunning in her beautiful eyes.
"I am not a gentleman."
What? He was puzzled at first, but then he understood.
With her left hand clasped together and her right hand gripping a sword, she was not a gentleman, but a woman. Anyone who has read books knows that Confucius once said, "Only women and petty men are difficult to deal with."
Following the same method, a wooden sword was added, its tip pointing directly at the Juque acupoint.
He had just experienced Wei Zhuofeng's despair, that feeling of life passing by as if time had stopped, every movement so slow and clear.
Slowly, slowly approaching, the sword tip suddenly shifted at the very moment it pierced the flesh.
Lucky?
Obviously not, someone did it behind the scenes.
A pebble rolled on the ground, and bright red blood flowed from her right wrist.
"Geng'er, seize the moment!" the old ugly man shouted excitedly.
Take advantage of this moment, when she cannot use her sword.
With overwhelming force, his true energy surged forth, and his fists, with the power to lift a thousand pounds, attacked!
He strode forward, leaving behind deep footprints several inches deep.
"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"
A masculine aura, like a giant dragon coiling, surged towards her menacingly. Her previously downcast face suddenly lifted, her crescent-shaped eyes curving into a smile.
"court death."
By the time I could see the outline of her lips, it was too late.