Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 211 Reckless or Shameless?

The soles of Qi Yuzhe's feet were empty, and he fell backwards.

It turned out that before he knew it, he had been forced to retreat to the edge of the ring.

However, he was unflappable in the face of danger, and even swung his sword to force Wang Wei away when he had time, and then used all his strength, completely violating the laws of physics, and stood firmly on the ring again.

As expected of an elite disciple from Wenjian Peak.

Qi Yuzhe took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

The situation on the field has returned to balance.

However, Wang Wei was annoyed.

Use the sword to make him restrain his hands everywhere, otherwise, the guy in front of him would have been kicked out of the ring by himself.

After the two fought each other, they each took a step back.

Wang Wei made an unexpected move.

He put the Qinglian Sword back into its scabbard, and threw it across the field.

Wang Luo saw the Qinglian Sword flying towards him at high speed, and smiled slightly, seeing how he moved, the Qinglian Sword was obediently tied to his back.

There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

Wang Wei was relaxed. He broke his knuckles and looked at Qi Yuzhe with a wicked smile.

"You don't even need a sword?" After Qi Yuzhe realized it, he looked at Wang Wei angrily.

"It's better not to use it, this competition is about to end."

After finishing speaking, Wang Wei became violent.

He rushed directly to Qi Yuzhe and punched Qi Yuzhe in the face.

Qi Yuzhe turned pale with fright, and before he had time to raise his sword to block, he drew back and retreated violently.

But Wang Wei has already chased after him like a tarsal maggot.

There was only a sound of fists or slaps colliding with the body like a gust of wind, and Qi Yuzhe was beaten so that his feet left the ground.

His hand finally couldn't hold the sword, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

Then, Wang Wei turned around and kicked Qi Yuzhe out of the field in a smart way.

Before the audience could recover from this extremely fast attack, they saw that Qi Yuzhe had been kicked out of the ring.

Qi Yuzhe clutched his chest and stood up with difficulty.

He looked at his own saber that fell on the ring, his face was ashen, blood surged up in his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"In the first competition, Wang Wei won."

Guan Zhichen sat on the rostrum and said loudly.

Then, several female disciples of Lingjian Peak ran from below, and quickly came to Qi Yuzhe's side.

Wang Wei was standing proudly on the ring stage, ready to accept the cheers from his disciples, but seeing this scene, his shoulders instantly collapsed.

Because among the female disciples who came up to rescue, Yu Wenjiu was impressively on the list.

He suddenly wished that the person lying on the ground at this moment would be better than himself.

But seeing Yu Wenjiu raised his head and gestured a thumbs up to him, our king of Wei Yan stood up again.

At this time, the disciples who came back to their senses from the field began to cheer for Wang Wei.

Wang Wei walked off the ring with a happy face.

The second match was between Yan Bei of Tibetan Sword Peak and Xu Shen of Zhu Jianfeng.

With Yu Zheng's gaze on his back, Yan Bei walked onto the ring step by step.

Xu Shen stood in front of him with a simple and honest face, and smiled at Yan Bei. The smile was exactly the same as that of his master Hong Si.

"Brother Yan, please show mercy."

Yan Bei's expression was a little dazed, he hadn't recovered from the shock Wang Wei gave him just now.

He nodded subconsciously, the two saluted each other, and the competition officially began.

Xu Shen's expression after the start was completely different from the simple and honest one at the beginning. His moves were fierce, and he pointed at Yan Bei's vitals everywhere.

It wasn't that Xu Shen himself was ruthless, but that he knew that there was a gap in strength between himself and Yan Bei, and that he would undoubtedly lose in a regular duel.

Simply, he chose to play desperately, unaware of the flaws and gaps he exposed.

Yan Bei only felt a gust of wind in front of his eyes. He stepped back, and a ray of sword light flashed in front of his eyes, and the sword energy directly cut off the band on the top of his head.

He finally came to his senses.

"I'm in the arena now, I'm thinking about something." With a jolt in his heart, he pulled out the star-gazing sword, just in time to block Xu Shen's next attack.

Then, Yan Bei frowned.

"This guy, why is his style of play so rough?" Yan Bei could find at least ten flaws in Xu Shen's move.

However, being able to find it is one thing, and being able to use it is another.

Yan Bei's brain was running fast, and finally realized that even if he chose the most open loophole, the best result would be an injury for an injury, but he was slightly injured and Xu Shen was seriously injured.

Yan Bei, who didn't want to get hurt, weighed it up and chose to retreat again.

The disciples in the audience watched the fierce fighting on the stage intently. They were surprised to find that senior brother (uncle) (uncle) Yan Bei, who was the outstanding second-generation disciple of this year, actually fell under Xu Shen's fighting style. downwind.

Yan Bei retreated again and again under Xu Shen's desperate attack, and soon reached the edge of the ring.

But after all, there is still a gap in strength between the two of them. After stabilizing his position, Yan Bei slowly brought the situation back.

Xu Shen was in a hurry, and finally won a chance, how could he give up so easily.

The long sword in his hand became wider and wider, and every move was aimed at Yan Bei's chest, throat and other deadly parts.

Yan Bei resisted Xu Shen's offensive with a gloomy face.

"Too deceiving!"

The blood in his bones was stimulated, and he did not choose to evade the next move.

Suddenly, two streaks of blood splashed on the ring.

Yan Bei allowed Xu Shen's long sword to cut a big cut in his arm, and stabbed Xu Shen's right chest with the sword.

He didn't choose the left chest where the heart is, and he didn't stab very deeply, he stopped after only three points into the flesh.

Xu Shen continued to attack like he couldn't feel the pain.

Yan Bei didn't dodge or dodge, just exchanged injuries with Xu Shen.

After a while, the two people covered in blood stopped attacking at the same time.

On Yan Bei's arm, blood was gurgling from the two deep wounds where the bones could be seen. His hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and he calmly looked at Xu Shen in front of him.

And Xu Shen was even more miserable, the dark gray Taoist robe of the second generation disciple of Zhu Jianfeng was completely soaked in blood.

Because of a wound on the top of his head, his face was covered with blood.

Blood dripped drop by drop from his condensed strands of hair.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the wounds on Xu Shen's body are all concentrated in the vital parts.

A small cut was made on the heart, abdomen, top of the head, and even the neck.

Xu Shen, whose throat was almost cut, had a cruel smile on his face.

"Brother, admit defeat." As soon as he said this, the audience was in an uproar.

"Xu Shen, why are you so shameless? You obviously lost, but how many times have you died in a real battle?"

"Hush!!!!!!!!!"

Boos soon came from the audience.

Yan Bei smiled miserably.

"I lost."

After finishing speaking, he inserted the stargazing sword into the scabbard, turned around and jumped off the ring.

(End of this chapter)