In these three days, Yue Qingqing fought with others, and most of them only used seven or eight moves. In two games, the winner was decided within five moves.
"Our daughter-in-law doesn't show off her skills anymore?"
"And last time I killed someone, what's this for? Let's intimidate him!"
Why deterrence?
She was more polite before. Even if her opponent was a little fierce, most of her moves were quite gentle.
This time he suddenly made a heavy move and was so anxious. I'm afraid he was a bit out of his depth.
"I heard that many people started betting on Yue Qingqing to lose. I think there is at least a 60-70% chance that she will lose."
"Yes, as long as that kid can hold his own. Well, at the very least, Yue Qingqing will have to fight hard."
Situ heard the whispers of these people and couldn't help but smile.
A young swordsman from Huijianmen whispered: "Master, I heard what they said, and it seems to make sense."
Normally, these little sword attendants only carry swords for Situ Qingshuang. They are very low-key and have a very low sense of presence. But if they can come to the young master of Huijian Sect, they are all knowledgeable in martial arts.
Following their young master these days, I naturally believe that my daughter-in-law's martial arts skills are very high and she should be able to compete with my young master.
But no matter how heroic he is, he can't stand such a high-intensity competition.
If he wins a championship in Yaowu City and then comes to Leizhou Mansion to win, he will think that Yue Nuxia is invincible.
"Even the young master needs to take a break after spinning like this, let alone a girl."
Situ Qingshuang: "..."
He silently lowered his eyes and glared at the sword attendant beside him.
In fact, he can fight.
But it is difficult to be as relaxed as Junior Sister Yue.
He also felt it was strange that he had now entered the realm of seeking truth, and his inner strength was deeper than that of Yue Qingqing. However, Yue Qingqing continued to play such games, and the more he played, the stronger his physical strength seemed to be. No matter how hard he traveled, he did not feel tired.
Privately, Situ chatted and joked with a few friends. His friends also said that maybe Junior Sister Yue is two people, maybe a pair of twins, one fights in Yaowu City and the other fights in Leizhou Mansion, and they alternate with each other, otherwise there is really no way. Way to explain her physical strength.
Situ Qingshuang really checked, hey, there is indeed only one Junior Sister Yue, not two!
The lines on your palms definitely can’t deceive anyone.
While speaking, the referee had already stood up.
A gust of wind blew by. On the stage, Zhao Wu, a boy from the Zixia Sect and Guo Jia's junior brother, slammed the railing. As soon as his body moved, there was a faint purple air rolling on his face.
His eyes were like an eagle, staring at Mu Qingyun.
Zhao Wu's father felt a little anxious and lowered his voice and warned: "Don't try too hard. If it doesn't work, we won't be embarrassed if we take a step back."
"snort."
Zhao Wu sneered, "This time I am waiting for work, and I will fight if I can! My senior brother's revenge cannot be settled like this."
He was very confident.
As analyzed by several of his brothers, Yue Qingqing is powerful, but he doesn't believe it. She is not a human being, not a mortal body, so how can she not be tired?
Why can't they defeat her despite so many people fighting each other?
When Yue Qingqing became famous, didn't he just step on Mu Luosheng? How can that be her alone?
It was clear that heroes from all walks of life in our Ming Dynasty came one after another and beat Mu Luosheng to a point where she couldn't beat him, so she went and got an advantage!
The reason why she is famous far and wide is not, ahem, the wheel battle, even if we all know what is going on, it is Mu Luosheng's shameless surprise attack, but whether it is easy to say or not, I will not mention it if I can. .
Zhao Wu felt hot in his heart, his eyes became brighter and brighter, and a layer of purple energy seemed to flow from his palm into his Feihong Sword.
The blade of the Feihong Sword is very thin, shining and beautiful.
Mu Qingyun couldn't help but take a second look. As soon as her mind moved, she vaguely felt that the autumn water in her sleeves seemed to send out a chill and stung her slightly.
Speaking of which, this Autumn Water Sword was a gift from the sect master. It was inconspicuous at first glance, but the length, width, and weight were all very handy to her, so Zhuo Yanfei gave it to her beloved disciple.
At that time, I also thought that if Mu Qingyun's martial arts became higher in the future, he would naturally change to a better sword.
But as she spent these days, she liked it more and more, to the point where she didn't want to change it.
She always felt that the sword had become spiritual after being with her for a long time. In the middle of the night, she was sleeping alone, and Qiushui Jian seemed to want to talk to her. It was a wonderful feeling.
Mu Qingyun used to say that this swordsman's sword was sometimes more intimate than his wife's. Now that he thought about it, maybe this was not such a fantasy.
The referee stopped for time and waved his hand, Mu Qingyun stood up and walked up.
Zhao Wu's long eyebrows were raised and he was very high-spirited: "Yuenuxia, please!"
"please."
Mu Qingyun chuckled.
Immediately, the bell rang.
Zhao Wu's sword suddenly radiated purple light, as if it instantly aroused countless sword shadows, and even the light of the sun seemed to be blocked for an instant.
Countless people in the audience raised their voices and stood up, their eyes blazing.
"This guy looks good."
"beat!"
Many people murmured privately.
Yun Duoer was upset after hearing this and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
Situ Qingshuang smiled and said: "What's so annoying? Before in Yaowu City, the audience was blatantly shouting at Junior Sister Yue to beat her and kill her. Now, even the encouragement for her opponent is hidden, and she only dares to Whisper softly."
Before he could finish his words, Zhao Wu stabbed out with his sword on the ring, and he felt that the whole ring was filled with sword energy.
Mu Qingyun tapped her toes and stepped back lightly, avoiding the sword wind one by one. Her movements were neither fast nor slow, and she always made a wrong step when the sword was in front of her.
Many people in the audience became excited.
This is a rare thing.
Yue Qingqing has always taken the initiative, and every time he makes his opponent spin around, he knows how to get out of the way this time.
Zhao Wu also became excited, his sword became faster and faster, and he said sternly: "With this sword of mine, I can divide the sea and break the mountains. I will win!"
Mu Qingyun saw more than a dozen flaws in a blink of an eye, and after careful selection, the Autumn Water Sword slipped out, and with one stab of the sword, the purple light that filled the arena burst into pieces. To the human eye, it was like a goddess scattering flowers. Generally floating down.
Everyone was startled and held their breath unconsciously.
Zhao Wu seemed to have bumped into the back of Mu Qingyun's sword and rolled out with a bang. He was so pale that he held on to the handrail to keep from falling. He turned over and struggled for a long time before he stood up. His feet staggered. His face turned red.
Mu Qingyun blinked slightly, and she had to admit that she was indeed a little anxious, as she had struck too hard just now.
This child will probably be miserable for ten and a half days when he goes back.
Many viewers in the audience thought to themselves, feeling a little helpless - is there still hope for Zhao Wu?
"Abstain, abstain."
Under the ring, Zhao Wu's father grabbed him and glared at him.
Zhao Wu was startled, his lips moved, but he didn't say any more and honestly admitted defeat.
Audiences:"……"
Yun Duoer suddenly laughed.
Situ Qingshuang whispered: "Actually, this kid Zhao Wu is pretty good at fighting."
