They didn't know what to say about the farce in their eyes. It was over or reached its climax. The Shura also had a ridiculous look on his face, looking down at the woman in front of him, and the pen she was holding against his heart.
It's just a pen.
"Isn't it?" He sneered, "You want to do some sneak attacks and assassinations like your low-class accomplices? Why, you are so scared that you don't know that what you are holding is just a pen?"
"I know."
He heard the woman's voice suddenly become sinister. But in fact, her tone obviously didn't change much from beginning to end.
He had no time to think about it, and he no longer had the chance. The excruciating pain penetrated his heart before he finished speaking. Originally, Shenghan was holding the pen from below with his hand, but the penholder was really ordinary, as brittle as a reed in front of the strong Shura. But at that time, as soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly let go of her hand completely and slapped the front end of the pen before it fell. The vellus hair bloomed into small white flowers on her hand, and then the pen was pushed hard, and it easily penetrated the opponent's heart like a long needle.
Dead silence.
Compared to the noise when Qi Huan won, the entire arena was as quiet as a cemetery at this time, with no sound and thousands of horses in silence. Liu Shenghan's expression was almost one of boredom. She shook off the blood on the brush in her hand, waved her hand in the silence, and gathered all the brushes back on her body.
The huge Shura slowly fell down, causing the arena to tremble, like a mountain collapsing.
The referee had already reached the four of them and whispered to Bai Ya:
"This... the situation is not good. What everyone wants to see is real swords and guns, and punches to the flesh. But now, you have won two games, but you are using all tricks..."
"Your grandparents risked their lives, but you still care whether the audience is enjoying the show or not?" Bai Ya looked at him sideways.
He didn't mean to threaten. As a result, this monster's little ears were parted, and if you look closely, you can see that the tips of the hair are trembling:
"It's really... I really didn't mean it. I was just being rude. I'm really sorry, I'm really sorry!"
After that, he quickly ran to the ring and called for the personnel to clear the place.
This result seemed to be within Lord Shuangyue's expectation, which made him quite bored, and he twiddled his knuckles idly. The remaining three welcomed Liu Shenghan who returned to their midst and briefly congratulated her on her victory.
The atmosphere in the Shura Room was much more depressing. The queen did not hide her expression of fear, and remained silent. She threw up the Senhan hook knife high, grabbed the fallen handle, and wedged the blade into the ground beneath her feet.
"next round."
While the arena was still busy cleaning up, Liu Shenghan held Jun Aoyan's hand.
"I know you're going to do this...but I still want you to think about it again."
The opponent Jun Aoyan wanted to choose was completely within everyone's expectations and within reason. But this situation is something none of them want to see. Qi Huan touched his cuffs, and there was still some wet juice on them, which was dry and caked there. The dry and rough feeling when touched was eerie. He had some goosebumps, wrinkled his face, and advised Liu Shenghan together:
"Yes, Miss Jun, no one can say for sure when it comes to a martial arts competition. It would be nice to be able to determine the winner, but if there is any conflict, no matter which one of you bumps into each other, it won't look good."
"Under the Queen... I don't know about the others, but I know that person very well. Even though he is old, he is not easy to get rid of. Regardless of his style or methods, he is a tough guy. Among us, I am the most suitable to deal with him. We should also come to an end with the candidate."
Jun Aoyan finished speaking in one breath and walked towards the referee. The friend behind him knew that he could not stop him, so he could only shake his head and sigh.
In the noisy arena, they could not hear the voices of their companions who were walking away, but when Aoyan stood still facing the queen and her party, they seemed to be able to hear her loud words:
"In this case, I will ask the general for advice on the man named Jun..."
When Jun Aoyan stepped onto the stage carrying the heavy Mo Dao, the idle chatter all around suddenly became clear. The sound of the long soldiers dragging on the ground was rough and harsh, which made them regain their energy. They craned their necks to look at the woman and the heavy soldiers in her hands. This one looks like he must be a fierce general, right?
Who is her opponent? The good guys kept looking around, and when they saw the people sent by their own country, they were stunned.
Qi Huan had a grimace on his face as he heard a swarm of jeers coming from nearby:
"He is really a paper tiger who looks glamorous on the outside. He puts on more beautiful flower arrangements than anyone else, but he only dares to pick one person to beat him!"
"This old man has a beard and his hair is all white. It's just a timid girl. Why doesn't she respect the elderly?"
The scoffers seem to have forgotten the fact that they are human beings.
Due to the official guards, this group of people could only shout outside the venue, but the momentum was really noisy. Even the referee was annoyed and yelled down from the stage:
"Just watch Ansheng. What do you know? You can only talk about it! Have you completely forgotten about that person back then?"
After all, he is a monster that has cultivated a human form. It is not a problem to let the people in the noisy hear him by shouting something in anger. Sensing that the commotion around him had subsided, Qi Huan grinned:
"He was talking about your father back then, right? I don't know how long the old man has been here. After so many years, his power has not diminished. You said that if your father-in-law comes, it won't mean that nothing will happen to us... huh? Where are the old white men?”
Behind him is Mr. Shuangyue, who is facing the ring in a daze out of boredom. He focused his eyes for a moment, glanced at Qi Huan, shook his head, and wandered away again, just waiting for the competition to begin.
"I didn't notice." Shenghan smiled faintly, "Go and relieve yourself." 139
The next moment, fierce cheers erupted from all around.
The referee had not yet settled down in the audience. Jun Aoyan flicked his knife and rushed to the other end of the ring with a force like a rainbow. Jun Luanjiu's momentum was even worse. He started late, but he still had to get to the front line quickly. The sharp blades in their hands shone with cold light. The sun was sinking little by little, but the weapons were rising inch by inch.
In the center of the ring, the two men each held their own weapons and collided with each other.
The swords clashed with each other, causing a harsh sound. Aoyan and Jun Luanjiu couldn't help shouting angrily. Under the huge force, they were all shaken back. Not a moment to breathe, not a glance. The father and daughter waved their weapons again, used their fists and kicks, and attacked each other like strangers and enemies without leaving any trace of mercy.
Jun Luanjiu uses a long spear. The paint surface of the gun barrel is full of fine wear and tear, and its dark red color looks like it has drunk the enemy's blood. Although the tip of the gun is also covered with scratches, it has been properly maintained and still shines brightly. Spears and swords are not the first choice for close combat, but in the small space of the arena, they wielded their respective spears vigorously, slashing and stabbing, greeting each other, and blocking each other's faces. The wind-splitting blade. Then the punches and kicks came, and they had no time to take care of them, and they had no intention of avoiding them. As long as one's fighting power cannot be depleted, pain is just an inevitable price in battle.
The clash of soldiers and the clanging sound shattered all the excited shouts and shouts of the outsiders. They wouldn't even hear it.
The atmosphere was much more lively and noisy than the previous two games. Liu Shenghan raised his head and looked carefully. Both father and daughter had tense faces and deep lines at the corners of their mouths, as if the crack was just a fragile gap on the iron surface of the armor and had been welded shut. They didn't talk, only the weapons in their hands shouted for them.
"Gun..."
Amidst the commotion of the spectators, Liu Shenghan heard the subtle sigh of Lord Shuangyue beside him.
It's feeding time, and the blazing sun is slipping inch by inch on the sky like a tired person. However, the two people fighting did not see any physical decline, and they were still fighting hard and hard. Ao Yan received another heavy knee blow on her flank. Just like countless times before, she did not dodge or dodge. She just shouted loudly and burst out with great strength in response to the pain. She swung her soldiers quickly and hit Jun Luan with a heavy blow. On the wine gun.
The gun barrel and Jun Luanjiu's arm were lifted together. But this time, it was completely different from before.
Both sides of the battle heard a crisp sound, and immediately, the resistance imposed on Mo Dao was gone.
She couldn't hold back her momentum for a moment and threw herself towards Jun Luanjiu. In an instant, the long knife touched the ground, and Jun Aoyan did a somersault and stood firmly on his feet. When she looked back, the spear head was spinning, flying out of the ring and disappearing.
Jun Luanjiu is still where he is. His expression did not change at all, he just lowered the gun barrel to the ground, glanced at the broken joint at the top, and immediately turned his eyes back to his opponent. Jun Aoyan also stared at him, raised her hand and wiped away the hair stuck to the side of her face, and the blood and sweat stuck to the corner of her mouth:
"Your weapon is broken. Do you still want to fight? Give up now. I will win this round. Let's stop here."
They all heard the noise outside the arena, cheering continuously, calling for the loser to step down, and instigating the winner to cut off the loser's head. All this has nothing to do with them. The two of them were still on guard, with their eyes locked on each other, like proud beasts, vowing to knock their opponent to the ground and expose their weaknesses.
"As a soldier, you either win or die." Jun Luanjiu's breath was a little urgent, but his voice was still as deep as iron. "If you still have a breath, you should fight to the end. There is nothing in your hands."
He held his hand, and the gun shaft danced between his palms, unleashing a dazzling set of stick techniques.
"The people are here, the soldiers are here. Our battle is not over."
Jun Aoyan suppressed her blush, raised her knife and pointed it forward, biting the words and said bitterly:
"You really are a soldier!"
All around the arena, the cheers and cheers rose again.
Miles away.
There was silence around Bai Ya. This place was far away from the arena. He didn't know what happened there, and he had no intention of daydreaming about it. He walked silently in the shadows, and under the roof beams where the west-slanting sun could not shine, there were waves of coldness, stimulating his senses.
At another corner, he stopped. It was very quiet, he could only hear his own heartbeat and long, light breathing. Little by little, he revealed half of his face, his eyes roaming the road ahead.
There is no guard.
Bai Ya loosened his fingers holding the handle of the knife. Suddenly, a dangerous feeling ran through his spine.
He suddenly looked up at the darkened roof. Something was swaying and crawling among the pale beams.
It was a huge, irregular, indescribable shadow.
——A terrible monster.
"I think...my words are not nice, but Miss Jun is no match for the general."
The knot between Qi Huan's eyebrows never loosened from beginning to end. He couldn't hold it in any longer, so he whispered to Mr. Shuangyue. The latter was rarely able to concentrate, and his eyes did not move when he heard these words, and he said:
"He kept his hand."
Qi Huan understood that this meant that Jun was drunk. He sighed:
"But Aoyan is very stubborn. If they continue to fight like this, I don't know how they can stay together."
"The energy is exhausted, or one of us is seriously injured in the end - it can only be her." Mr. Shuangyue shook his head slightly, "It's troublesome."
The sun has set in the west, spreading a blood-red halo. The two people in the ring were completely unaware of it. They only knew that their vision was dizzy and full of red, perhaps from the blood soaked from the injuries on their foreheads and corners of their eyes. In their eyes, the sky and the earth were shaking, filled with overlapping blocks of color. Only one figure remained clear, and that was the target to be knocked down.
