Brothers and sisters are all big brothers, but I am a small waste

Chapter 366 Chapter 366 So wretched? !
Just when Lu Qingli was puzzled, Wen Ruyu stabbed out with a sword.

Maharaja Liuhe Sword, the sword skills he practiced are the same as Qi Haoran, Majun Liuhe Sword.

But compared to Qi Haoran, his sword is obviously more mighty and majestic.

Although he was still in the middle stage of Jindan, comparable to Qi Haoran, but with this majestic thrust of the sword, the whole world seemed to freeze in an instant.

"Good swordsmanship, good swordsmanship!" An elder from Xianmen couldn't help admiring.

Seeing the mighty power of this sword, the young male disciples in the audience even forgot their jealousy, and their eyes were full of awe.

And those young female disciples held their cheeks in both hands again, acting like nympho.

Sure enough, a gentleman is as gentle and lustrous as jade, not only people are like this, but swords are like this, and swordsmanship is also like this.

Wait... No!Just as they were admiring and fascinated, everyone was suddenly startled again.

It is true that Wen Ruyu's sword is mighty and majestic, but it seems that the place where the stab is aimed is a bit wrong.

He was tall in stature, half a head taller than Qi Haoran, this sword stabbed straight, why should he stab at the chest and upwards, but why did he stab three inches towards the opponent's lower abdomen?

Qi Haoran was obviously also puzzled by this sword. He has practiced Dajun Liuhe Jianzu for more than [-] years, and he has never thought that this set of sword skills can be used in this way.

Before he had time to think about it, he swung his sword across.

"Clang!" The swords intersected, little sparks flew away, a chill swept across his lower abdomen, Qi Haoran also gasped.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough, otherwise, he might never expect anyone to call him "Daddy" in his entire life.

Before he could breathe out that cool breath, Wen Ruyu stabbed with his sword again.

It is still Maharaja Liuhe Sword, still majestic and majestic, but the point of the sword is still the three-inch vital point in the lower abdomen!

In an instant, the hairs on Qi Haoran's body stood on end, and he swung his sword across, while flying back.

But the sword came too fast, how could he dodge it? In desperation, he could only bend his waist back suddenly like Chen Chaofeng in the previous battle, and rolled on the spot like a lazy donkey.

"Clang!" There was another crisp sound, and he finally managed to dodge Wen Ruyu's killing sword dangerously, but the cold air went straight to the bottom of his heart, invading all four legs and bones, scaring him almost out of his wits.

"Chi, chi, chi, chi!" Without giving him the slightest chance to breathe, Wen Ruyu followed him like a shadow, and stabbed out again and again with sword after sword.

Although the two men's cultivation bases were equal, Qi Haoran's heart was shaken and his fighting spirit was completely lost under Wen Ruyu's point, and he lost the opportunity when he came up. Time was forced by him to be in a hurry, while frantically resisting with the flying sword, while scrambling and running around on the competition stage.

Sparks splashed, and the sound of metal and iron clanging suddenly sounded like dense rain.

The scene of the previous competition reappeared in front of my eyes, Wen Ruyu's sword slashed and stabbed like the wind, Qi Haoran rolled forward and back, left and right, up and down, rolling more embarrassingly and dangerously than Chen Chaofeng.

But this time, no one thought he was shameless.

It has to be admitted that Wen Ruyu's comprehension of this set of Majun Liuhe Sword is indeed deeper than that of Qi Haoran, and he has more samādhi in it.

No matter how Qi Haoran escapes or where he flees, the long sword will either cut straight, swing downwards, swing upwards, or even stab back from the ribs from right to left inconceivably. .

It's just that with Wen Ruyu's height, it's obviously not easy to attack like this. Every time he strikes, he bends slightly and bends his back. His posture looks extremely weird, and there is no trace of gentleness, elegance, or heroism. A little bit of grandeur.

If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be wretched, extremely wretched!
Facing this kind of extremely wretched sword skill, even if Qi Haoran rolls a little more mellowly, absolutely no one has the right to call him brazen.

Why don't you go up there and try it yourself to see if face is more important, or succession of the family is more important.

So wretched, so scary!Offstage and offstage, everyone was dumbfounded and shivering, even the referee was no exception.

Moving quietly, the old man had already retreated to the edge of the competition stage.If you look carefully, you will find that he is back and clamped tightly, as if he was afraid of being accidentally injured by Wen Ruyu's sword, and he doesn't know what he is worried about in his old age.

Lu Qingli was also in a cold sweat looking at the second senior brother Wen who kept his sword on the stage, and said: This is what you mean by being upright, this is what you mean by being upright, can you be more obscene?

The bullshit convinces people with virtue, and the bullshit subdues people without fighting.I thought you were kind enough to call people, but you are clearly digging holes for others.

Understood, Lu Qingli finally understood that Master and Uncle Qi had strange expressions on their faces. They were not excited when they saw Wen Ruyu's mid-stage Golden Core cultivation, and they didn't even show off as usual.

Such a wretched sword skill is really shameful, even more shameful than her "mouth gun" Xianding, and her fiery trees and silver flowers.

By the way, who created the Maharaja Liuhe Sword?I remember it seemed that Yun Qianli realized it when he was promoted and changed.

I don't know if that guy is still alive?If he was alive, would he slap this second senior brother to death?

If it's dead... It's the same if it's dead. The good gentleman's sword has been ruined like this, and his coffin will definitely not be able to cover it.

On the competition stage, the sword light was thundering, and his moves could not leave the key point. Qi Haoran was clumsy, and kept retreating to the corner of the competition stage, and the space for maneuvering was getting smaller and smaller.

At some point, his face turned pale, more precisely, he was pale with fright, his legs were trembling all the time, every step he took, he seemed to be walking on the verge of life and death.

In fact, judging from the direction of Wen Ruyu's sword, even if he was stabbed, he wouldn't die, but it would be worse if he couldn't die, life would be worse than death!
Not only Qi Haoran himself, but all the people in the surrounding fairy sect were terrified, dripping with cold sweat, and the corners of their eyes twitched desperately.

"Hey!" Finally, Wen Ruyu stabbed out with another sword, hitting the vital point.

"Ah!" Qi Haoran has been crawling and hiding for so long, he has already lost all the power of his true energy, and the energy protecting his body is instantly shattered.With a scream, he clutched a certain part of his lower abdomen, curled up and fell to the ground.

It's over, it's finally over.I don't know why, seeing this scene, everyone felt relieved, and they couldn't help but let out a long breath, and their tightly clamped legs could finally relax.

"Accepted." Wen Ruyu withdrew his sword resolutely, straightened his waist, once again showed a gentle and polite smile like a spring breeze blowing on his face, and once again revealed that noble and majestic gentleman's demeanor on his body.

(End of this chapter)