() Just when everyone in the audience, Wu Chen (An Jinxuan), and Xiao Yu (Fat Su) in the distance looked at each other in shock, they thought that the advancing sword was going to pierce Ling Chen's chest...,
I thought maybe the next moment would be blood splattering on the arena.
They stared blankly at the ring with lonely faces...
Just when Qingyan was about to sheath his sword, Ling Chen suddenly looked at Qingyan's frightened face as he walked straight towards him. His sharp eyes instantly interfered with Qingyan's prepared sword sheathing move.
Missing that moment, Qingyan's long sword accelerated again! It was about to pierce Ling Chen's chest.
At this moment, not only did Qingyan's face show panic on the stage, but there was also a dead silence in the audience.
But the next moment, a gentle breeze passed by in the sky, and the wind was moving in the arena!
Ling Chen's figure also moved accordingly!
Ling Chen sidestepped the blue sword like lightning, and a long gash was cut open in Ling Chen's chest by the sharp sword.
"Brother, let's draw and draw."
In a peach orchard, pink petals are floating all around, becoming the only scenery here, it is absolutely beautiful.
Under the stone pavilion filled with peach blossoms above, a girl in green swayed the arms of a boy in white who was lying on the steps of the stone pavilion, her big and smart eyes full of hope.
"Junior sister, you are always distracted when practicing sword practice. The sword has no eyes."
The young man in white put his hands behind his head, holding a branch of a pink peach blossom in his lazy and comfortable mouth, and his nose greedily allowed the fragrance in his breath.
"Oh, senior brother, please accompany me, otherwise I will sue my father..."
"Okay! Okay, my aunt, let's go practice swordplay."
The boy in white was shaken so much by the girl in green that he clapped his hands and stood up with a face full of reluctance...
"clang"
The sound of two swords clashing was heard. The woman in green passed by the boy in white and looked at the familiar face so close to her. She couldn't help but stare blankly.
Mu Qingyan's drifting figure passed by Ling Chen, his head tilted to the side, his eyes staring blankly at Ling Chen, his broken hair exuding tranquility and mystery like the night, and his pair of black eyes were like the clearest pool in the world, mysterious
Deep in the elegant eyes, there is an elusive shadow of unruly, domineering, arrogant and ruthless!
The outline of his profile is like a knife, engraved with bohemianism.
Sharp-edged yet resolute, with a calm face and dark eyes that seemed to be immersed in some kind of memory...
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his smiling face hid the hint of irreverence.
"Junior sister! You are distracted again."
The changing eyes of the stars woke up from the depths of the rotating memory, and the exact same words, the affectionate words were spoken softly in the ears as if they were vividly heard yesterday.
"Clang"
There was a crisp sound, and the blue sword flew high, and then fell...
The crisp sound from the distance echoed in this silent arena.
There was total silence under the ring. Everyone opened their eyes wide and stared in disbelief at the blue sword rolling on the ground. Every crisp sound of rubbing against the ground gave everyone a feeling of being in a dream.
Real feeling.
The sword, which finally fell silent, lay quietly on the bright red carpet. Everyone who recovered looked at the surprising scene on the ring.
Many outer disciples rubbed their eyes vigorously and looked at the ring again.
At this moment, the scene on the ring completely overturned the astonishment of everyone in the audience.
His left hand gently clasped Qingyan's sword-holding wrist, and his star-like eyes looked at those beautiful and shocked eyes. The two people were standing next to each other, showing different expressions. One was stunned! On their faces
One is full of strange expressions. The other is plain, with no emotion at all.
"This... this is impossible, how do you know..."
After a long time, Qingyan's confused inquiry came from the ring.
"Haha... from now on, remember to use your left hand to draw the sword with your right hand, otherwise the enemy will see through it."
Ling Chen looked at the astonished Qingyan in front of him tenderly. After all, he was still his junior sister, and that habit had not changed...
"This is impossible? No one knows about this except Master. How did you know? What...is going on?"
Qingyan, whose hands were tightly clasped, was in a panic. He kept struggling with his bound hands and kept mumbling to himself.
At this moment, the bookish man in the audience had a gloomy look on his face. If Qingyan on the stage loses this game, this huge spiritual stone will drain him of all his potential.
"This is not considered a defeat, Qingyan, wake up! Why don't you use spiritual energy to defeat him? If you lose this time, your double spiritual stone will be wasted."
The bookish man shouted loudly towards the ring, hoping to wake up the panicked Qingyan.
"It's not a loss! Qingyan defeated him."
"Not a loss!"
"Qingyan, use your spiritual energy."
There was a roar of cheers from the audience. This time, the roar was more violent than ever before. It would be an exaggeration to describe it as heartbreaking.
An Jinxuan came back from the shock, looked at the cries of grief and anger around him, and looked at Wuchen who was smiling and saying nothing in confusion.
"It's okay. If Qingyan loses, all their spiritual stones will be given to Ling Chen, so now they must work hard to wake up Qingyan."
Wuchen explained.
"oh"
An Jinxuan shook his head, looked up at the scene on the ring, and finally felt relieved.
His fearful thoughts were struggling fiercely, and Qingyan's delicate hands broke away from Lingchen's big hand! Listening to the encouragement from all around, Qingyan's big, dull eyes gradually returned to their original indifference.
"No matter how you did it, I must win today's battle. Even if I don't use spiritual power, I will defeat you."
Qingyan looked at the calm Ling Chen across from him in a cold voice and adjusted his mentality again.
Does she need spirit stones? Ling Chen's dark pupils looked at this little junior sister with a hint of affection.
"Then you'd better tell me the truth."
Just like Ling Chen's calm face, this sentence does not contain any emotional fluctuations and is very calm.
He felt that the junior sister had not grown up at all. She had experienced so much. The only way to help her was to be deeply stimulated.
"hateful"
Qing Yan's pretty face was filled with frost, and he jumped to Ling Chen's side like a dragonfly. His delicate hands were like a knife and he slashed down on Ling Chen's face, causing an invisible wave!
Whoosh!
Xu Mi stared, feeling the strong wind brought by the palm sword. Ling Chen looked at the slender hand that came to the top of his head. It contained a compelling aura, and the palm sword completely surpassed the innate realm and was terrifying and abnormal.
With his hands facing the door, a strong vibration came from his forearms and triceps, and Ling Chen's body was knocked back several steps.
Lingchen, who had just stood firm, was once again greeted by Qingyan's violent storm and the frenzied bombardment of fine raindrops.
It's hard to imagine what makes the junior sister's hand-to-hand combat ability so strong. Ling Chen didn't dare to be careless, and kept interlacing his hands, constantly changing the position of his arms to block the fierce attack that came at the next moment.
He is not afraid of physical combat...
Having recovered the memory of his previous life, he is well aware of his junior sister's weaknesses, and he behaves as he pleases with every move -