The trump card against the heavenly concubine

Chapter 83 [The third day of the bet, the genius falls] 3
Huang Yuezhen looked at Du Hongli rushing towards him coldly, her toes were gently moving on the ground. In the 21st century, she is Huang Yuezhen from the ancient martial arts family. Things like flying over walls and flying flowers to hurt people are easy for her.

On this continent, relying on the mysterious spiritual energy, but Huang Yuezhen has not lost those ancient martial arts skills. With the support of the mysterious spiritual energy, and now his body has a stable foundation, these things are easy to come by.

Du Hongli's stabbing with the sword was very fast, but Huang Yuezhen's speed was faster than him. When he stabbed, Huang Yuezhen was already moving without the two of them knowing. Du Hongli's The sword pierced through the air.

The next second, Huang Yuezhen raised her hand instead, and clasped Du Hongli's wrist firmly. She was a little shorter than Du Hongli, but the aura emanating from her body at this time made people feel extremely depressed.

The two of them didn't see clearly how Huang Yuezhen made the attack, he was already restrained by him, and what he just did was able to stab Huang Yuezhen and kill her with a single sword, but he stabbed a girl inexplicably. null.

It has to be said that neither of them had expected such a situation, which made them very surprised, and they were stunned for a while.

Huang Yuezhen's sparkling eyes stared at Du Hongli without blinking.

Du Hongli's scalp was numb from Huang Yuezhen's gaze, it was a terrifying feeling, and a trace of coldness leaked from his back.

"Ah~" Feeling the pain in his wrist, Du Hongli let out a low growl. The expression on his entire face became distorted, and his handsome face could not be seen clearly at this moment.

A sneer twitched at the corner of Huang Yuezhen's mouth, silently exerting force on his wrist, Du Hongli felt his wrist was getting more and more painful, as if a huge clamp was about to crush his wrist, that kind of force kept oppressing His veins to the bone.

It seemed that Du Hongli's green-level mysterious spiritual energy had no effect in front of Huang Yuezhen, and Du Hongli was even more like a waste at this time.

With a sound of "clang", Du Hongli felt the pain and let go of his hand. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Huang Yuezhen let out a cold snort, let go of his wrist, and lightly hooked his foot against the falling sword. The sword flew into her hand with incomparable accuracy. She held the sword in one hand, and casually hung it by her side. People look a bit lazy.

With an alluring oval face and dark black hair that blows freely, she just stands there with a sword in her hand, but she has an indescribable aura on her body that is inviolable.

"Third brother, are your wrists okay?" Huang Yuezhen said expressionlessly, a sly gleam flashed in her eyes, and there was a bit of ridicule in the caring words.

Du Hongli came back to his senses and was about to raise his wrist to have a look. Who knows, the whole arm seemed to be unconscious at this moment, it was not his arm at all, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lift it up.

"Hong Li, are you okay?" Du Xinhan hurried over, although she was surprised why Du Hong's green-level mysterious spirit energy came to Huang Yuezhen like a waste without profound spirit energy, but she still cared first With Du Hongli.

"Sister, my hand seems to be useless." Du Hongli used his strength several times, but the arm was still hanging by his side, without any reaction at all. He couldn't help becoming anxious, and his voice trembled a little.

(End of this chapter)