The sword energy broke through the masonry above his head and exploded in all directions. Xu Zhuchen jumped onto the ground above his head, looked around, and sneered.
It turned out that with this leap, she appeared in Wang He's tent.
With the appearance of Xu Zhuchen, the paper man in the black box on the left suddenly trembled. After a while, he stood up tremblingly in the box, with a bright white halo surrounding his body.
Xu Zhuchen knew that he had fallen into a trap and had no intention of getting entangled with it, so he pointed the tip of his sword directly at the highest gauze tent. His whole body was filled with ice and snow: "Li Fenglong, come out!"
Everyone in the audience was shocked, but when they saw the cold wind blowing through the gauze tent, a low-pitched female voice came out:
"Zhu Chen, Zhu Chen, you girl is too hasty."
Xu Zhuchen was furious. Just when he was about to take action, he heard a small voice: "Sister Zhuchen... I'm sorry..."
It's Jiang Litian.
The sword attack ended, Xu Zhuchen held the sword in one hand, looked around the audience on the sidelines, and sneered: "So, you made such a big move just to trap me?"
Li Fenglong's voice was muffled and seemed a little aggrieved: "Bad girl, how can you miss me so much. Besides, I have warned you a long time ago, but you didn't listen carefully..."
After she finished speaking, she stopped making any sound. Xu Zhuchen listened thoughtfully to her words.
"Not listening carefully"? Although Xu Zhuchen is stubborn, he never fails to listen. Unless Li Fenglong's words have other implications...
Xu Zhuchen pricked up his ears and heard an extremely small voice:
"Xiang Zhuang dances with the sword, aiming at Pei Gong."
It was Li Fenglong's voice, which could be heard superbly.
Just when Xu Zhuchen calmed down, Wang He stood up, waving his folding fan, and said with a smile: "Xia Daxia, I have long admired your name. Please be patient, our other protagonist has not appeared yet."
Xu Zhuchen is sure to beat Wang He, but most of the people in the field are good players, and she can't beat them one by one. Coupled with Li Fenglong's ambiguous attitude, Xu Zhuchen was a little unsure, so he simply stayed put and asked, "Li Fenglong hasn't told you, what is my identity?"
Wang He's eyes narrowed into slits: "How can you? Your identity - the best swordsman in the world, Xu Zhuchen in Meichuan, the eldest lady of the Xu family, the first salt merchant in Jiangnan, just one piece of it is enough to make us all Everyone’s head fell to the ground.”
After he finished speaking, he looked around at the audience who knew or did not know about this, and said with a smile: "We didn't dare to neglect Master Xu, so we worked hard..."
Before he could finish his words, a blaze of flames suddenly came from the sidelines. The speed was extremely fast.
Xu Zhuchen's nerves were tense and he quickly waved a snow wind to interrupt the fireworks. Before she could turn around, she felt a heat behind her ears, and the long hair tied up on the back of her head was unexpectedly stained with a few sparks.
A hot wind passed through the tent, and the billowing heat made it difficult to look directly. A long-haired woman in red clothes and a mask appeared on the field at some point.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Xu Zhuchen swung his sword and drew an ice shield on his side. She looked at the woman in red, feeling inexplicably nervous in her heart.
At this time, in the two boxes in the middle of the stage, two paper figures, one red and one white, had stood up. Each one was holding a paper sword, and they were looking at each other across the two layers of black boxes, their swords drawn.
Xu Zhuchen was still thinking about the source of this tension. The sword in the hand of the woman in red pierced the air and struck Xu Zhuchen's position suddenly. Her footwork was chaotic but fast, her body was as light as a sword, and she almost followed the sword's movement and arrived in front of Xu Zhuchen.
Xu Zhuchen had quick eyes and quick hands. He turned the hilt of his sword, and the sword flipped over suddenly, colliding with the tip of the sword of the woman in red. The metal and stone suddenly clashed, like thunder and violent waves, knocking out thousands of points of Venus.
Taking this opportunity, Xu Zhuchen's shoulders sank, and the direction of the sword in his hand changed instantly, cutting upwards along the arm of the woman in red.
The woman in red reacted very quickly and did not let her succeed. Instead, she quickly sank her body down, touched the ground with one foot, and kicked Xu Zhuchen's shoulder with the other foot at a very strange angle, thus widening the distance between the two. .
He's a tough guy. The two looked at each other in the field, thinking the same thing.
Xu Zhuchen saw that the woman was good at long-range consumption, so he did not fight with her. Instead, he restrained his outward energy and condensed a line of cold frost on the tip of the sword.
The frost was thick and the woman in red could not get close to Xu Zhuchen, so she could only defend passively. Seeing Xu Zhuchen's red eyes open, the woman tiptoed, staggered away from Xu Zhuchen's sword light, and pointed the sword directly at Xu Zhuchen.
She jumped a few steps, her feet sank, and she suddenly fell to the ground.
With this fall, the mask of the woman in red hit the ground hard and broke into two pieces. A snow-white face was exposed from behind the mask. Before she could take a closer look, she spat out a mouthful of blood.
She turned around unsteadily, only to find that Xu Zhuchen's frost and snow had wrapped an ice rope around her ankle, making it difficult for her to move.
The woman in red turned her long sword, cut off an ice rope with strength, and pointed the sword tip at Xu Zhuchen again.
Her eyes were unyielding, but Xu Zhuchen almost failed to hold the Zhanlu Sword in his hand.
"...Azadirachta?"
The people watching around also started whispering. Jiang Liren sat next to his second brother and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Second brother, it's the porridge girl!"
Xiao Mei, in red, was not affected by the sounds around him. With a slight movement, she jumped up into the sky, but the sword in her hand was already prepared. Before Xu Zhuchen could react, he saw a flash of red light, and Xiao Mei's sword was already covered with bright red flames. Xu Zhuchen came with his eyebrows raised.
Xu Zhuchen had no choice but to turn the Zhanlu in his hand in front of him, forming an ice wall and forcibly blocking the fire that fell from the sky.
The tongues of fire licked the ice wall, and the frost blocked the fire. The two were mutually reinforcing each other, and it was almost impossible to tell who was better.
Dragging like this was not an option, so Xu Zhuchen stepped back, held up the ice wall with one hand, and formed an ice crystal with the other hand, heading straight for Xiao Mei's right arm, intending to restrict her movement.
When snow and fire met, they were evenly matched, but for some unknown reason, Xiao Mei failed to catch Xu Zhuchen's ice crystal and was forcefully stabbed into his right arm.
She was in pain and fell from the air with a groan.
Xu Zhuchen quickly caught up and as soon as he reached Xiao Mei's side, he was forced to take a step back by her sword.
Xiao Mei tore open the sleeve of his right hand to stop the flow of blood. She gritted her teeth and pulled out the ice crystal, then raised the sword again with her trembling left hand.
Seeing this, almost everyone in the audience was in high spirits, and even cheered for Xiao Mei's perseverance. The cheers came one after another, like a surging wave, making the entire tent agitate. Even the young Jiang Liren couldn't help but jump up from his position and shouted: "Good fight! Fight more fiercely!"
Jiang Lidi pulled Jiang Liren off and said angrily: "Quiet!"
The atmosphere in the tent was hot, but Xu Zhuchen's body was getting colder and angrier. His anger made him clenched his fists, and the cold air emanating from his body was already overwhelming.
Only she saw that there were numerous scars on the exposed half of Xiao Mei's right arm.
How much suffering, suffering, and beatings did she have to endure before she could endure the severe pain of pulling out the ice crystal and continue to challenge her to a fight?
She looked over - the Xiao Mei in front of her had cloudy eyes, and in her heart, there was only the battle in front of her. But the moment Xu Zhuchen saw her, he lost sight of his sword, and with all his heart and eyes, she was the only one left.
Only Xiao Mei, she and Xiao Mei were the only ones left in the entire Zhiyang, the entire Yu Kingdom, and the entire world.
Those that are lost, hopeless, and cannot be found.
Those that are broken, those that are withered, those that are close at hand.
Seeing Xiao Mei's sword light coming again, Xu Zhuchen reluctantly recovered his mind and raised his sword to resist. Her ice wall had not completely disappeared, but it was difficult for her to resist Xiao Mei's pressing step by step. After a while, she was forced to the front of the audience.
Wang He's shrewd little eyes narrowed again, like a corpse vulture staring greedily at the carrion. He stood up and shouted: "It seems that the winner of this show has been decided! The winner is -"
Before he could finish his words, Xiao Mei's sword light suddenly flashed, and the sword was filled with fire, stabbing into Wang He's throat without any explanation.
Wang He barely made a complete sound: "You——"
He fell backward, and Xu Zhuchen quickly turned back to look at Xiao Mei. Before he could see her expression clearly, there was a sudden drowsiness in front of his eyes.
Xu Zhuchen turned his head in disbelief and saw Jiang Liren standing in front of her, holding the sword that Xiao Mei had just dropped in his hand. Half of the blade was buried in Xu Zhuchen's chest. The tip of the sword was cutting off her heart.
Blood, bright red blood, gushing blood stained Xu Zhuchen's hands and the fabric on her chest red. She felt herself falling, and stretched out her hands in vain, trying to catch Xiao Mei beside her, but she didn't know if she had caught it.
"Ah... neem..." Xu Zhuchen heard his own voice, broken and broken. She also heard a lot of business, the screams of the guests, Wang He's breathing, Jiang Litian's cry, Jiang Lidi's angry roar... She saw Li Fenglong rushing out of the gauze tent, with panic on his face, and words on his lips. Speak harshly. Her vision went black and white, and she could hardly distinguish between people and objects.
Then, she saw an eye.
One bright, dark reddish-brown eye.
A beautiful, smoothly shaped eye.
A tearful one looked into her eyes.
Don't cry, Azadirachta, don't cry.
Fortunately, I found you...
Why are you crying? You have always been so strong...
However, you look good when you cry...
Xu Zhuchen grabbed Xiao Mei's arm tightly and completely lost consciousness.
With a "clang", Xiao Mei's sword suddenly fell to the ground. All sounds lost their concept in an instant, all colors lost their appearance in an instant, flames suddenly rose on the sword, and in an instant, Xiao Mei had already taken a few steps.
The next second, she reappeared in front of Li Fenglong, her face full of tears raised, but she couldn't say a word.
Li Fenglong looked at her somewhat distorted face, sighed, and asked Litian to call the carriage.
She held Xu Zhuchen like this until the carriage stopped in front of the hospital.
When the carriage door opened, the unconscious Xiao Mei hugged Xu Zhuchen and rolled down together.
The blood of the two people was stained together, and I couldn't tell you or me.
