One person had already fallen on the field. Not long after the Tianhe Sect disciple came on the stage, he was beaten to the ground by Zhang Kezong Zhang Fuheng. Fortunately, Lu Huazhuang stopped him in time and saved the Tianhe Sect disciple's life.
In the Qingshan Mountain Pavilion, Huzi paced back and forth in front of Zhang Kui, not hiding his frustration and dissatisfaction. He clenched his fists and watched the field, feeling very anxious in his heart.
Suddenly, a woman in red dragonfly landed in the field, her voice was one part graceful and one part charming, "Chashan, the little matchmaker is here to fight."
Little matchmaker! Mu Ziyun pushed the tiger in front of him with one hand, his eyes were shining with golden light, but the expression on his face was so normal. When a woman from Chimiao Peak saw this, she almost cracked the wooden fence with her claws.
The scene was calm, but the little matchmaker's dress danced and swayed appropriately with the movements of her body. Her face was not comparable to the jade skin of a baby, nor was it a complexion that was thickened, it was like a half-month-old peach blossom. It is graceful and tender, yet has the flavor of lingering rain.
The most captivating thing is her pair of eyes. One glance at her will make you lose all your belongings, and even your hopes and dreams will be taken away. Wait for you to open the pair of treasure boxes naked to see what is inside. Secret, a clear river will immediately overturn you and drown you.
Zhang Fu's constant strength was much stronger than Mu Ziyun's. He just swallowed once and immediately adjusted his mentality. The little matchmaker covered her mouth and smiled and said, "What? Why don't you pounce on me?" "Uh, you... are a woman, you Let’s move first.” “Hey, I’d like to thank Senior Brother Zhang first.”
Suddenly, a dagger with three curved handles and two scimitars flew out of the little matchmaker's wide sleeves. The dagger was about nine inches long. The blade was decorated with colorful glaze, and the handle was tied with short red tassels. Zhang Fuheng raised his foot and kicked it. , hitting the hilt of the knife, the dagger flew several feet into the sky.
"Yeah!" Zhang Fuheng lowered his body and swept the hall's legs with a move, shaking the air wave from the center. The little matchmaker didn't hide, and as soon as her long skirt swung, the air wave disappeared under her skirt, making no sound or trace.
His eyes were dazzled by the bright light. Zhang Fuheng looked up and saw that the daggers had been divided into five daggers at some point. They were all decorated with colorful glazed red tassels. He dodged the first dagger, "drank" and knocked away the second or third daggers with one palm, and then stamped the ground hard to rely on his breath. Lang Zhen opened the fourth knife, then jumped into the air and grabbed the dagger with one hand, throwing it at the little matchmaker. The little matchmaker still didn't move, she raised her hand and let the dagger fly into her sleeve, her movements were very natural.
The little matchmaker moved her lips and smiled, Kuan Zi turned her skirt, and came to Zhang Fuheng in the blink of an eye. Zhang Fuheng spared no effort to hit a set of Xiaoyao boxing, and every punch moved the swinging sleeves or long skirts. You two The dance doesn't look like a duel, but rather like two passionate lovers intertwined together.
However, this beauty was broken by a squirt of blood from Zhang Fuheng's neck in the moving dance. He staggered to his knees on the ground, even his eyes were stained with blood, and Zhang Fuheng died like this.
The little matchmaker was still unfinished, and her steps to leave were still the same as before. She danced back and forth before stopping, with the seductive smile still on her face.
"Okay." Mu Ziyun's voice was not loud, his movements were completely hazy, and his hands were patting involuntarily. When Feng Jing saw this, she immediately kicked him. Without looking back, she knew how ugly Zhang Kui and Hao Han's faces were. The disciples of the sect with whom she had become friends lost their lives, but she applauded. This would be seen by others. This is incredible.
Iron Arhat chuckled and said, "Which other sect wants to give it a try?"
In the Linlu Peak Pavilion, Shitou whispered: "Master, it's time to go. Your Excellency said that you should try to avoid trouble." Fuhu sighed and said regretfully: "Okay, let's go then. It's a pity, there are many more." The talent has not shown itself, so life is still peaceful." The two stood up and left the pavilion without looking back.
I have always fought for a treasured land when coming to Lufeng, but this was the first time I left early. The sect members were still muttering, is it enough for him to just ask for Jinju Mountain when he comes to Lufeng? Not even those ordinary areas?
But no one tried to persuade them to stay. After all, if there was one less case, they would be able to compete for more resources.
After this, there are only seven sects left on the field, Luoye Sect, Qingfeng Mountain, Changke Sect, Chimiao Peak, Bailian Weapon Path, Tianhe Gate, and Chashan. "
"Hey, let me ask, is there anyone here to challenge?" Iron Arhat continued to shout.
"Master, let me go, I guarantee that I can close the Shimen..." Huzi said anxiously. "No," Zhang Kui's attitude was firm, "just stay here." Huzi sighed heavily and sat on the ground dejectedly.
For a time, no one from each sect was sent. After Chang Ke Zong died of a disciple, he chose to remain silent, while Lu Huazhuang drank tea calmly. Just in time, Li Ziwen rushed back, sat on the chair, turned his back to Mu Ziyun and said to Zhang Kui: "I'm done, I'm done."
Fallen Leaf Sect, Ye Bingzhi said to the masked man: "Go ahead, your two senior brothers will die if they go there, that woman is very strong." The masked man was silent for a while, then jumped into the field, and after landing, he said: "Lord Leaf Sect , Ji, Zuo Zhiwei. "
"Sure enough," Li Ziwen said to Zhang Kui. Feng Jing asked: "He has two names?" Li Ziwen shook his head and said: "The Luoye Sect aims to pursue physical perfection, and over thousands of years there will always be a few strongest bodies that can easily reach the level of Yan Xiu's Mahayana. Those who will not be seriously deformed will be given the title of "achievement"."
Hao Han said: "I'm afraid there will be no peace in this generation." Several people glanced at Mu Ziyun and then Zuo Zhiwei in unison.
In the Tianhe Gate, the mute told Ouyang Bai with medicinal foam, "I will play after the woman dies."
The little matchmaker smiled and said, "Senior brother, since you are going to duel with me, how about taking off your mask?" Zuo Zhiwei didn't say anything, and the eyes leaking from the mask gave people a chill that penetrated his heart.
The little matchmaker chuckled and drew out the dagger again. Unexpectedly, Zuo Zhiwei didn't even try to dodge. He caught the rotating dagger with two fingers and twisted his fingers to drive it into the ground.
It was still the moving dance steps. Zuo Zhiwei was like a piece of wood, letting the beauty twist beside him. The little matchmaker pointed her finger on Zuo Zhiwei's chest. At this moment, Zuo Zhiwei raised his foot and kicked hard. What moved him was that he actually Kicked empty.
"Hee hee" the little matchmaker whispered in his ear: "She's so tightly wrapped around you that you can't push her away easily."
Phew, Zuo Zhiwei punched out with his right fist and put on some clothes again. Feeling the red clothes brushing against his fist, Zuo Zhiwei said coldly: "I see, I don't know what method you used, but you can predict other people's actions. "
"Oh?" The little matchmaker covered her mouth playfully, "You discovered it, so what can you do? Hee hee..."
During the entanglement, Zuo Zhiwei could detect every flash of the sword. Obviously, although the little matchmaker could predict Zuo Zhiwei's movements, there was nothing she could do against him. This man couldn't analyze at all, and she could block the little matchmaker with just a few hands. Matchmaker's Attack.
One of the Little Matchmaker's abilities is that she can detect out-of-body martial arts and mana, and predict her opponent's actions. (The reason will be discussed later, it is not a natural constitution). You can find loopholes in the opponent's actions and use them to kill people.
In fact, in terms of strength, the little matchmaker is considered to be one of the strongest in this series of battles, and even the stone cannot defeat her. This is also the iron arhat's greatest confidence, but her ability is inferior to that of the mute, Zuo Zhiwei and Mu Ziyun, who was at full strength, was greatly compromised. No, it should be said that he was completely defeated.
"Have you danced enough?" Zuozhiwei's voice was still so cold. The little matchmaker was startled for a moment and said, "No, don't you like having me by your side?"
"Get out!" Zuo Zhiwei's right palm folded out. Yes, it really folded out. Even if you opened your eyes wide at that speed, you couldn't see the transformation process. The little matchmaker was hit in the abdomen and flew four to five feet away. , Mu Ziyun’s heart skipped a beat.
The little matchmaker vomited blood, and Zuo Zhiwei said coldly: "It seems that if I don't use martial arts, you can't predict it." "You" the little matchmaker gasped: "You Yan Xiu Mahayana?"
Zuo Zhiwei then said: "Suicide? Or should I personally send you on your way." The little matchmaker covered her mouth and smiled broadly, "Senior Brother Zuo, do you think you have won?"
"Humph" Zuo Zhiwei snorted coldly, raised his hand and knocked away the dagger that was originally stuck on the ground and flew behind him.
The little matchmaker stood up with her fingers, and the corner of Tieluohan's mouth moved, "Matchmaker, let them experience your strength."
They were two cold iron short knives, the blades were as thin as cicada wings. The little matchmaker held both knives in her hands. Her gentle aura changed from before. Her dress was tied around her legs. She looked heroic and majestic, and even the people in the field were blown by the wind. Come.
On the mountain road more than ten miles away, Fuhu and Shitou got into a carriage. In that short period of time, the two of them rushed here as fast as they could, "Master, it's time to start." "Well, it's starting. Huzhou, a place that has been peaceful for hundreds of years, is finally going to be in turmoil again."
