Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 177 Riding a Horse (2)
This is the style of a warrior, who simply fights as soon as he says it, unlike Chen Mingyuan, who babbles and babbles for a long time, talking all nonsense.

The frightening gust of wind came whistling, Chen Mingyuan's complexion was very ugly, he didn't expect Su Yixuan to make a move here, his body was half sideways, revealing many flaws, the two armies are facing each other, it is inevitable to make a surprise attack, the matter of the exchange of ideas was proposed by him , Su Yixuan also said hello before making a move, if he bluntly said that he was unprepared, he would be ridiculed for his low martial arts and slow reaction.

The sharp point of the sword was approaching with shocking murderous aura, Chen Mingyuan braced himself and swung the sword to meet him, only to hear the sound of "Dang!", the two swords collided, and dazzling sparks flashed, Su Yixuan stood firmly He didn't move, but he took three or four steps back before he stood still.

A layman watching the excitement, Mu Zhen doesn't understand martial arts, seeing Chen Mingyuan backed away by the shock, frowned, and sincerely suggested: "Mingyuan's internal strength still needs to be practiced diligently!"

Hearing what he said, Chen Mingyuan frowned tightly. As soon as an expert makes a move, he will know if there is any. Judging from the force produced when the two swords collide, he and Su Yixuan's martial arts and internal strength are on par. Uncle actually said that his internal strength is shallow , he must defeat Su Yixuan and win back his face.

The cold light flickered, the light and shadow continued, the afterimage was swept away by the wind, and the sword energy drifted away.

Su Yixuan and Chen Mingyuan fought with swords, their moves were fast, and their movements were also incredibly fast. Everyone only saw two figures in the center of the banquet hall, one blue and one sandalwood, fighting together up and down, left and right, and couldn't tell them apart. Who is who? The sharp cold light and sword energy collided again and again, dazzling the viewers.

Mu Yutang is a person who understands martial arts, and she can clearly see that Chen Mingyuan's moves are fast, ruthless, and accurate, and his moves are murderous, while Su Yixuan's sword moves are fierce and imposing, and the difference in martial arts between the two is a tiny bit. .

He slowly picked up the teapot, prepared to pour a cup of tea, watched the fight while drinking, when a cold light suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, it was a flying knife aimed at Su Yixuan's back and stabbed fiercely in the back.

Su Yixuan dealt with Chen Mingyuan with all his strength, his back was exposed, he was defenseless, it was the best time for a sneak attack.

There was sullen anger in Mu Yutang's cold eyes, backstabbing, despicable and shameless!
The fine porcelain teacup came out of his hand and smashed towards the flying knife. After a crisp 'Dang' sound, the flying knife and the teacup fell to the ground at the same time.

Mu Yutang looked forward along the flying knife, and saw Sun Weiguang hiding in the corner. His ugly face was wrinkled, his eyes were sinister and terrifying, and his hands were flickering with coldness, as if he wanted to shoot the flying knife again.

After only a few tricks in the competition, and the result is unknown, Sun Weiguang couldn't wait to fight hard. They didn't seem to be here for the competition, but they seemed to hurt people on purpose.

Mu Yutang's eyes turned cold, and her slender figure instantly came in front of Sun Weiguang. She pulled out her hairpin and pressed it against his neck, and said coldly, "Do you dare to try again?"

"Just kidding, why should Miss Mu be angry!" Sun Weiguang casually replied in a low, heavy voice, revealing indescribable coldness and bloodlust, and the throwing knife in his hand was about to shoot again.

The corners of Mu Yutang's mouth were slightly curved, and his small white hands were as fast as lightning. He grabbed Sun Weiguang's left wrist and squeezed it suddenly. The sharp pain spread from his wrist and spread to his entire arm in an instant. Whispering his wrists and screaming in pain, his face was pale and bloodless, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He stared at Mu Yutang and said angrily, "What did you do to me?"

Mu Yutang blinked innocently: "You are the most precious son of Marquis Dingguo, how dare I do anything to you!" If she dared to stab someone in the back, she would teach him an unforgettable lesson.

Seriously hurt him, and still don't admit it!Sun Weiguang's eyes turned cold, and he pulled up his sleeves to complain to Mu Zhen, but he saw that his wrist was not blue, red, or swollen, it looked like a normal wrist, but he still hurt terribly, and he gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart. What kind of indecent method did he use to hurt her?
He didn't know that the human body has nerves in addition to bones, flesh and blood. Mu Yutang pinched his nerves by holding his wrist, but he couldn't see anything abnormal from the outside.

"Young Master Su and Cousin Ming Yuan have been fighting for so long, and they haven't shown any signs of defeat. Their martial arts are really good!" Mu Yunjia stepped forward gracefully, her beautiful eyes swept across the two men fighting, and she was full of smiles evaluation.

Mu Yutang looked at her proud gaze, with a smile that didn't reach her eyes, and the corner of her mouth curved into a sarcasm: "Brother Xuan was taught by my uncle himself. Of course, martial arts are good. Sun Weiguang's wrist hurts so much that he can't shoot a throwing knife at all." , if you distract me again, he won't make a sneak attack, and your scheming will be in vain!"

The clever trick was mercilessly exposed by Mu Yutang. Mu Yunjia's bright smile instantly froze on her face, her body froze for a long time before she recovered, and she secretly scolded Mu Yutang for being treacherous, cunning, and Shang smiled unnaturally: "Sister is overthinking, that's not what I meant!"

Mu Yutang stared at the fierce fighting in the field, and casually said: "Whether you have that thought or not, it will be useless, because the outcome will be decided soon!"

As soon as the last word fell, Mu Yunjia heard a crisp sound of 'dang', and turned to look at the smoky field, Chen Mingyuan's long sword was knocked down to the ground, and the silver light in Su Yixuan's hand was tightly across him neck.

Under Chen Mingyuan's shocked gaze, Su Yixuan said in an indifferent voice: "Mr. Chen, I've accepted it!"

Putting his sword back into its sheath, he turned around and walked forward, leaving Chen Mingyuan stunned on the spot alone, his haughty eyes were full of disbelief: the so-called undefeated general in the army lost, and even lost to his deadly enemy Su Yixuan, how is this possible, how is it possible!

Looking at the back of Su Yixuan who was going away gracefully, there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes, he accidentally picked up the long sword, and stabbed at the back of Su Yixuan viciously.

Mu Yutang has been paying attention to the battlefield. Seeing Chen Mingyuan's sneak attack, she hastily reminded: "Cousin Xuan, be careful!"

Su Yixuan paused, flipped his wrist lightly, and shot the sharp sword at Chen Mingyuan at high speed. The sharp blade pierced into his arm, and then sprang out from the back of his arm, but without stopping, he flew backwards with his strong body, ruthlessly It was firmly nailed to the wall not far away, and the blood instantly stained half of his sleeve red.

With sharp pain coming from his arm, Chen Mingyuan was nailed to the wall tightly in an assassination posture, unable to move even an inch. It was a great shame for him to be so controlled by others. He looked at Su Yixuan so angry that he was about to spit fire, and gnashed his teeth and roared: "Su Yixuan!"

Su Yixuan walked forward slowly, grasped the hilt of the sword and pulled it out forcefully. Amidst the splashes of blood, Chen Mingyuan's tall body fell to the ground, looking weak and in a state of embarrassment. He looked down condescendingly, and said coldly: "I can't afford to lose!" , don't compare!"

Skills are not as good as others, refusing to admit defeat, refusing to give up, and secretly attacking, really reckless.

"You!" Chen Mingyuan covered his wound with his hands, his eyes were full of hatred, but he won a round, so there is nothing to be proud of.

(End of this chapter)