Feishuang stepped forward, looked at Master Que and said, "Young master, you don't have to be pity for your beauty. A competition is just a competition."
Master Que also smiled, and she cupped her hands and said, "I will definitely cherish the beauty..."
The crowd immediately burst into cheers.
Master Que waved his hands around, "I haven't finished speaking yet! But I want to fight for honor, so I won't let you down today."
Feishuang's beautiful eyes looked at her deeply, "This is the best!"
Master Que felt that the way the other party looked at her was a little unusual... just like the look of a Huaichun woman, with a secret glance.
She couldn't help but shudder and had goosebumps all over her body.
Well……
She already has Jiang Shuo, so she needs to keep a distance from other women...
Master Que cupped his hands and said, "You are guests, so I want you to make the first move."
Feishuang was not polite to her, after the gong sounded.
Feishuang's long sword was unsheathed, its momentum was like a rainbow.
The long sword was sharp, the tip of the sword pointed directly at Master Que's throat, and it stabbed towards him.
At this moment, Master Que is still handing over his hand to let the other party take the lead!
The crowd couldn't help but gasp...
There was no time to even exclaim.
However, he saw the unsuspecting Master Que, but he flashed and appeared behind Feishuang at extremely fast speed.
She slammed the hilt of her sword into Feishuang's back.
She dodged and collided too fast.
No one even saw how she did it.
Feishuang just heard a groan.
She flipped her sword over and swung it back.
From the audience's point of view, Master Que cannot dodge this sword no matter what.
But she didn't hide at all, she blocked it with her long sword.
Just listen to a clang, like a dragon's roar.
Many of the audience even covered their ears.
The two swords collided, sparks flying.
"Ah..." Feishuang exclaimed.
The tiger's mouth of the hand she held the sword was shattered, and bright red blood gushed out.
"Young man is so strong inside!"
"That's not a young man! That's Master Que!"
"Master Que, if you're not a young man, how can you be a little girl?"
Someone in the crowd started arguing.
Feishuang's face turned pale. If she hadn't grasped the sword with both hands in time, she might have dropped the sword.
She took a deep look at Mr. Que.
Suddenly, she raised her hand to take off her veil and smiled at Mr. Que.
This smile when she raised her eyes was so beautiful, her pupils were cut and her eyebrows were springy.
The men in the crowd couldn't help but be stunned. They gasped and exclaimed, "It's so beautiful..."
Master Que stared at her, but his movements were faster and faster.
Feishuang held the sword with both hands and fought awkwardly, finally after more than ten moves.
There was a "bang" sound.
She dropped her sword, and Master Que's sword was placed around her neck.
"How is that possible?" the women of Jinghong Sect exclaimed.
Feishuang's eyes were also in disbelief...
"Are you admitting defeat?" Mr. Que asked her with a smile, "You are so beautiful. If it weren't for the competition, I would definitely be more sympathetic than I am now."
Her words were slightly teasing.
Feishuang's pale face suddenly turned red again.
There were bursts of cheers from the crowd.
The men who were distracted by the sight were gradually brought back to their senses.
“Wonderful!”
"Have the ability! Have the determination!"
The Jinghong sect and the others were completely silent.
"Losing two games in a row, you have already lost!"
"Hurry up and admit defeat! Two out of three games, you have no chance!"
"Even though it's an away game, you can't cheat, right? With so many people watching? If you cheat, your face will be thrown on the ground and you won't be able to pick it up again!"
The heckling grew louder.
The women of the Jinghong Sect all looked at Master Yunyao.
Yun Yao took a step forward and stared at Wen Jin.
"The last game, life and death!" Yun Yao said coldly.
Wen Jin raised his eyebrows.
As soon as he heard the "life and death situation", the booing around him gradually disappeared.
"In the last game, you risk your life. No matter what the means, the one who can take the opponent's life within a stick of incense will win!" Yun Yao said, looking at Wen Jin provocatively, "Do you dare to accept the challenge?"
Wen Jin frowned, "We learn from each other and benefit from each other. You and I don't have any deep hatred, so why would we risk our lives?"
"Hahaha," Yun Yao sneered, "Don't you dare? So it turns out that you, the Emei Sect, are greedy for life and afraid of death?"
"Even children know that when defending the right path, it is inevitable to sacrifice one's life! People who are greedy for life and afraid of death will never achieve great things!"
"You Emei sect, don't even have this bit of integrity? Don't say that you are a famous and upright sect and mislead your disciples!"
Wen Jin looked at Yun Yao coldly.
"You are trying to confuse things! Our two factions are just having a friendly competition, and we don't have to risk our lives. Who is not a child of father and mother? Whose life is not precious?"
"But you insist on risking your life in the competition, which shows that your Jinghong Sect is simply an extreme cult!"
"In order to eliminate this cult of yours - I promise you, we can compete in this last game. But if you lose, the Jinghong Sect will be disbanded on the spot! The cult will no longer harm others and itself!"
"I'm not doing this competition for you, but for everyone here - please see it clearly! If there is such a sect in the future, you must stay away."
Everyone in the Jinghong Sect secretly breathed in, "Master..."
"Okay! Okay!" Yunyao agreed, "Feixu, come on."
When the woman standing behind Feihua and Feishuang heard this, she took a step forward with a stiff face and stood next to Yun Yao.
The masters on Wen Jin's side recommended themselves one after another.
"Master, I'm coming!"
"Master, let me come!"
Wen Jin waved his hands to them, "I'll do it myself."
She looked at Yun Yao again, "Why, you are so righteous, why don't you do it yourself?"
Yun Yao snorted, "Feixu is enough to represent me."
Yun Yao turned her head and said to Feixu, "If we compete well, you will definitely turn defeat into victory. Your life is the life of Jinghong Sect."
Fei Xu had no expression on his face and nodded heavily.
Fei Xu stepped forward and walked to the center of the field.
Wen Jin stopped everyone from arguing and walked to the middle of the venue.
Because this competition was unusual, the scene was exceptionally quiet.
Everyone watching seemed to hold their breath, widened their eyes, and clenched their fists...
Wen Jin, who was standing in the field, narrowed his eyes.
Wen Jin suddenly discovered that the woman named Feixu in front of him...she actually had countless poisonous darts hidden all over her body.
She even had poisoned cow hair flying needles hidden in her hair.
Wen Jin narrowed his eyes and used his consciousness to feel and capture... Hehe, this is really armed to the nails! There was poisonous powder hidden between her fingernails.
Wen Jin suddenly realized...the poison in Feixu was not just for killing his opponent.
Her poison is to die together.
She didn't leave any escape route for herself...
A gong sounded, and two women came forward.
At this moment, Wen Jin entered the space instantly.
There was silence all around, with the sound of breathing.
Everyone rubbed their eyes, then widened their eyes, not even daring to blink.
Wen Jin came to Feixu as quickly as possible.
She suddenly opened Feixu's mouth and stuffed an antidote pill into her mouth.
She slapped Feixu hard on the back again.
Gudong... Feixu swallowed the pill.
Wen Jin took advantage of the situation and struck down with his knife.
When Feixu fell to the ground, Wen Jin stepped out of the space.
Everyone saw that Wen Jin was holding an extremely sharp dagger in his hand.
She waved the dagger and flew behind Feixu's head - a long piece of black hair was cut off with Wen Jin's dagger and fell to the ground.
Naturally, there were also several poisonous needles as thin as cow hairs, which fell to the ground.
