deadly mantra

Chapter 939 Little Martial Uncle, Long Time No See
Under the gaze of everyone, Zhong Limeng's face became increasingly pale.

She has been afraid of pain since she was a child and suffers from haemorrhage.

She could feel her body being cut apart again, and she could feel the warmth of blood flowing through her arms and chest.

She even smelled the bloody smell that filled her nose...

She knew that the reason why the sword blade was stuck on the shoulder bone and the arm was not cut off immediately was because of the kindness of her opponent.

She knew even more how ugly, embarrassed and unbearable she was, kneeling on her knees with her waist half-bowed and unable to straighten up.

She could even calmly analyze which official lady came from the voices discussing whether she was seeking death.

Seeking death?

How could she seek death when she was living well?

She is afraid of death.

Terrified.

However, if you die calmly, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Zhong Limeng's body tensed up, and her trembling hands tightly grasped the hilt of the sword. Pan Fei saw her intention and frowned:
"You may have a reason to win, but I became a disciple when I was three years old and have been practicing martial arts for 21 years. I have no reason to lose to you. If you can't win, at least you still have the option of a literary career, but if your right arm is gone, You will stop here in your life. Have you thought clearly?"

Zhonglimeng's head was buzzing with pain, and he said hoarsely:
"no……"

"Not what?"

Zhong Limeng bit the tip of her tongue. The heavy smell of blood in her mouth made her cough a few times, but she managed to regain some of her wandering consciousness:

"...It's not you...I, I...I want to win that person...it's me!"

As soon as the sound fell, Zhong Limeng shouted angrily. He used all his strength to get up desperately!

There was a trace of regret in Pan Fei's eyes, he no longer gave in, concentrated his inner strength on the blade, and slashed!

"Tsk...a lunatic who doesn't even need half of his arm." Gu Yuanqing was lying on the window sill of Lingxi Tower, snorting.

Suddenly, an extremely slight yet familiar smell came from a distance, and Gu Yuanqing immediately opened his eyes: Is it him?he came? !

Almost at the same moment, a cold voice sounded on the competition stage.

"Young man, isn't it good to live?"

The cold wind swept through, and three thousand silver threads fluttered in the wind. A person dressed in purple appeared next to Zhongli Meng. With his beautiful left hand like a jade bamboo shoot, he pressed Zhongli Meng's right arm and pressed it down. At the same time, he flicked the fingertips of his right hand. , a purple fluorescence flashed, and Pan Fei was instantly pushed seven or eight meters away by a huge force.This sudden change only happened in an instant.

When everyone came back to their senses and saw clearly the appearance of the visitor, they all stood up and saluted respectfully.

"Gu Taifu!"

"Master Tai Tuo!"

……

Qing Yuxuan's body shook slightly and he unconsciously took a step back.

Why is he here?

on the test bench.

Gu Xi suddenly appeared, with a beautiful silver head.

His whole aura was clear and cold, just like the daffodils and golden cranes embroidered with gold thread on his sleeves.

Cool and elegant.

It’s daunting and respectful.

Gu Xi's eyes were lowered, with almost no emotion in them. When his left hand left Zhongli Meng's shoulder, he held the hilt of the sword, and his voice showed a hint of weariness:

"The sword is good. It would be a pity to break it here."

Just as Zhong Limeng was about to speak, there was a tearing pain in his shoulder, and Gu Xi pulled out the giant sword stuck in his flesh and bone.

Blood spurted out instantly, turning Gu Xi's sleeves red.

Zhong Limeng's body fell forward uncontrollably. Someone came over quickly and supported her body:
"Thank you, thank you..."

Pan Fei smiled bitterly and shook his head:

"After coming down the mountain, this is the first time I compete with someone, and I'm actually facing a person like you who doesn't know martial arts. I don't know whether it's you who are unlucky or me who is more unlucky."

After a pause, Pan Fei raised his head and shouted helplessly:
"Uncle, long time no see."

(End of this chapter)