Tianlang stepped on the jade ring step under his feet, and six or seven figures came out back, but Feng Wu's sword was like a maggot with bones, staring at him tightly. The sword shadow was like a mountain, and it was only half a foot away from his vital points. No matter how he changed his body, he could not get rid of her pursuit. A few words moved in his heart and almost blurted out: "Phantom Invisible Sword!"

But the current situation is like lightning. Tianlang couldn't help thinking about it carefully. When he retreated, he suddenly swept the wind. When he heard the wind, he knew that Mo Wentian took advantage of the force of Feng Wu and took the opportunity to attack from behind. Tianlang suddenly had a plan, and his feet moved his jade ring and his whole body was crooked, like a drunken drunk, and a ball of mud hit Mo Wentian's arms.

Tianlang's elbow and the parallel fingers of his left hand poked several key points in Mo Wentian's chest. Even though this giant was like an iron tower, he could not resist Tianlang's attacks. The steel fork in his hand could no longer be held. It fell to the ground "once" and the person was completely restrained by Tianlang. He held his waist and turned around, and pushed Feng Wu, who was chasing him closely behind him.

Tianlang flashed behind Mo Wentian and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that although Feng Wu's martial arts skills were high, it was impossible to kill the Dragon Master of the Jinyiwei to continue chasing him. This woman's swordsmanship was exquisite and her internal strength was stronger than these five people, but she was still far behind her. She was nothing more than having magic weapons in her hands, but she didn't have her weapons. As long as she recovered and picked up a weapon on the ground, even Mo Wentian's steel fork could beat her.

At the moment when Tianlang's mind was rotating rapidly, Mo Wentian, who was as wide as a mountain in front of him, suddenly exploded. Through his internal organs that suddenly flew all over the sky due to the explosion, the short sword in Feng Wu's hand shone through Tianlang's left arm, and blood flowed out along Tianlang's right arm.

Tianlang was so shocked that even his mask was about to fall off. He never expected that this woman was so cruel that she would directly chase after Mo Wentian. Now she was in a dead corner. She had nowhere to dodge. After the short sword stabbed his left arm, he turned around in the air and stabbed him straight into his heart. This time, he could no longer use his hands to grab the ancient sword or use his power to resist.

Tianlang's feet shook with force, and his whole body floated backwards. His palms hit forward in succession, and his skills increased to 100%. He only hoped that he could use the air to slow down the deadly fast sword.

A naughty smile suddenly flashed in Feng Wu's beautiful eyes. Her sword suddenly turned into a sharp edge, and a strong sword energy was cut out from the air, meeting the red palm wind that Tianlang hit. With a "bang", Tianlang suddenly realized in his mind that he had been fooled by this little girl. It was too late to change his figure in the air, and was pushed out of the ring by this force and landed under the ring.

Feng Wu was also shocked by this force and took five steps backwards. Her feet stepped on the Phantom Mistakes. The posture was graceful and elegant. If she was graceful in white, she would definitely fascinate every man. But at this moment, Feng Wu was covered in blood, and even had a heartbreaking piece of Mo Wentian hanging on her arms. This cruel and weird scene made people feel like a female ghost dance. It even made people shudder.

Mo Wentian's broken limbs and body were scattered on the ring, and the strong smell of blood was disgusting. Even the Wan family brothers, Mr. Ba San, and Situ Zhi who had just gotten up all changed their expressions, but Feng Wu had no expression on her face. She gently threw the heartbroken hanging on her arm to the ground, and even brushed her hair, and said to Tianlang under the stage lightly: "You lost."

Although Tianlang had a full understanding of today's martial arts competition, the result was still far beyond his expectations. However, in fact, he had no choice but to admit it. He nodded: "You are cruel." He was extremely disgusted with this woman with a scorpion heart.

Feng Wu suddenly laughed: "Tianlang, your martial arts skills are pretty good, but your heart is not strong enough. Here is the Jinyiwei. People with weak hearts cannot survive. No one is your friend. Even the people closest to you are not trustworthy. Remember this. Today's incident is a lesson for you. Do you understand?"

A cold light flashed in Tianlang's eyes: "Thank you for teaching me so much."

Feng Wu turned her head and looked at the other four people standing still on the stage. Her hoarse voice showed a cold murderous intent: "Do you four still want to continue fighting?"

The four of them were somewhat injured in the life-and-death struggle with Tianlang, and Mr. Xiangba San even lost his weapons. Everyone had just seen Feng Wu's martial arts skills with their own eyes, and forced Tianlang off the ring. The cruel and cold-blooded methods of killing make people shudder. The four of them were thinking in their hearts: What happened to the Jinyiwei? A Tianlang appeared first and a Fengwu. They are all such powerful characters. Will we still have the chance to survive in this way?

But they could only think about cursing in their hearts. Feng Wu had already threatened death. The result of rejecting her was obviously Mo Wentian, who was split on the ground. After the four of them looked at each other, they all jumped off the stage obediently.

A trace of pride flashed in Feng Wu's eyes. He held the sword in one hand, pointed around at the numerous Jinyiwei who were silent in the audience, and said in a deep voice: "Who else wants to compete for martial arts? Just try it on stage." Everyone's face changed, and they lowered their heads and looked at each other, not daring to face this bloody female Rakshasa.

Lu Bing stood up with a smile on his face. He walked towards the ring ahead and clapped. In the Jinyiwei, Lu Bing was a god, and he worked as a result. From Daklin and Murong Wu, all Jinyiwei clapped hard, for fear that the clapping would be too late or the clapping would be less intense. Only Feng Wu on the stage and Tianlang off the stage were still indifferent.

When the eyes met, Feng Wu suddenly squeezed her eyes at Tianlang. The fierce murderous aura just now was gone in her eyes, but suddenly there was a trace of the naughty and pride of a girl. Looking at Tianlang's bright eyes as clear as water, at this moment, she was no longer the cruel and bloody female killer just now, but suddenly became like a cute little girl next door. This feeling was gone for a long time. In all his memories of his past and present life, only the junior sister had given him this feeling. When he thought of this, his heart suddenly hurt. He quickly turned his head and avoided Feng Wu's gaze.

Lu Bing, a man who was shaking the wind for thousands of miles, flew onto the stage lightly, pressing down with his hands slightly, and the applause of the audience suddenly stopped, and there was no sound of speaking anymore. Only the flags around the venue were dancing in the breeze.

Lu Bing walked to Feng Wu and pointed at her. The sound of gold and iron intersecting was powerful: "Today's winner is Feng Wu, an intern team member of the Eagle Group. This official speech is like a mountain. Feng Wu will be the deputy commander-in-chief of my Jinyiwei from now on, in charge of the Dragon Group."

As soon as these words came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. Darklin and Murong Chong, who were sitting on the main stage behind, subconsciously stood up, but immediately realized something, and their faces returned to their usual calmness of favor and disgrace, so they quickly sat back on the chair.

But this move clearly showed their dissatisfaction with this arrangement. Lu Bing has always been in charge of the Dragon Group. Today, the selection of the deputy commander-in-chief made both Darklin and Murong Chong aim at this position, but they did not expect to give this newly selected Feng Wu. No wonder these two senior deputy commander-in-chiefs were so incompetent.

Tianlang knew this very well. He snorted disdainfully, thinking that the Jinyiwei was indeed a person who was greedy and was only thinking about getting promoted and making money. He was all the same as Lu Bing. But it was no wonder, what good people could a guy like Lu Bing bring out?

Feng Wu knelt on one knee at Lu Bing: "My subordinate, Commander Xie, will definitely go through fire and water in the future, and will never refuse."

Lu Bing smiled slightly and helped Feng Wu up from the ground: "Deputy Commander Feng, to serve the court, you should do your best to do your best. You should be more attentive in the future. Today's competition, the Dragon Group member No. 21 Mo Wentian died in the lineup. Now there is one member of the Dragon Group. You are the commander of the Dragon Group. You can organize a competition on the spot and select one to make up for it."
Chapter completed!