Su Taisheng was panting and stood up despite the pain.
Suddenly, Bing Ling moved to kill him, breaking his hand and sweeping the sword across.
'brush!'
"Ah...my arm..."
Su Taisheng's right arm flew out, and blood sprayed all over the ring.
Then the second sword followed, and his left arm flew out again. This was a rhythm that was going to tear him into pieces.
Finally, the third sword was swung, Su Taisheng's head moved, the headless body collapsed, and the whole place was filled with deathly silence.
"Oh, it's so miserable."
Xiao Feng grinned: "President Duan, you see this was such a big deal, but we were lucky enough to win. I'm sorry to disappoint you."
"If you don't agree, just let him get up and continue. I don't care."
"This person is dead, how can he still crawl?"
Duan Chenzong glared angrily and said coldly: "I declare that in this fifth game, Jiang Cheng will win."
"Haha...win, win."
Cheng Caiying and others were overjoyed, and Leng Mufeng also breathed a sigh of relief.
"Humph, we just won one game, don't be too happy too early."
Wei Yingjie's face turned green. Su Taisheng's death was equivalent to cutting off his left and right arms.
"Sorry, I'm just happy."
Xiao Feng deliberately angered him: "Wei Yingjie, as long as I am here, you can't even think about causing trouble in Jiangcheng."
"Huh, let's see."
Wei Yingjie sent another person to fight in the sixth duel.
The visitor was a young man, in his early thirties, with a dazed look in his eyes, as if he had not woken up.
He yawned and walked onto the ring in a drunken state. He didn't have the slightest bit of warrior demeanor, more like a drunkard.
"Is this kid drunk?"
"Guiguo, do you have no one under your command? Send a drunkard to die?"
"I don't know how painful it is if I drink too much. I can die faster, hahaha..."
The big guys in Jiangcheng laughed at each other, thinking that this duel could be easily won.
Only Xiao Feng frowned. The more inconspicuous a person is, the stronger he is.
"Xiao Bing, come down."
Xiao Feng didn't want her to take risks.
But Bing Ling shook his head and insisted on continuing to play the second game.
"The other party is not simple, you have to deal with it carefully."
Bing Ling nodded, she could also see that this young man was more powerful than Su Taisheng.
Although he looks shaky when walking, his steps are steady and he is as light as a swallow.
"Is it him? Mobei Zuixian, Yi Jianhong."
After Rose saw this man, she was overjoyed.
"What? Drunk Immortal?"
Xu De asked: "Miss Rose, is this guy very powerful? It doesn't look like he's anything special?"
"Of course it's awesome."
Rose's eyes shone: "The reason why he is called Zuixian is because he has mastered the drunken sword and has been in Mobei for more than ten years."
"I didn't expect that Gui Lao would invite him here."
"When I was practicing swordsmanship, I followed his example."
"A warrior who entered the Yellow Realm at the age of twenty-five, reached the peak of the Huang Realm at the age of thirty, and created his own Drunken Sword at the age of thirty-five. He can be said to be a martial arts wizard."
"Martial arts wizard?"
"I heard that only master warriors can create their own creations. How can he do it at such a young age?"
Xu Defa blinked and looked carefully again.
But I still don't see what's so great about him. He's still a drunkard. He's just a drunkard.
"That's why he is so powerful. They say he will become a great master before he is fifty."
Rose's face is filled with admiration. You can feast your eyes tonight.
On the ring, Zuixian looked lazy, half asleep and half awake with his eyes squinted.
Bing Ling's eyes were dull, as motionless as a statue.
Neither of them spoke or made the first move, they just stared at each other.
"What are you doing? Meeting?"
"I don't know, let's test it with an expert?"
The Jiangcheng bosses looked at each other. Ten minutes had passed, and the two sides were still in the same posture.
"Why…"
After a while, Zui Xian scratched his crotch and spoke.
"Little girl, I won't kill women, go down."
"oh?"
Bing Ling sneered: "I won't kill the old, weak, sick or disabled, so go ahead."
"Um?"
Zui Xian suddenly woke up and smiled slightly: "Little girl, you will die if you show off your strength. Don't think that just because you killed Su Taisheng, you can be arrogant..."
"Stop talking nonsense and let's do it."
Bing Ling interrupted him.
"Hey... there are always people who don't know how high the sky is, so don't blame me for not being compassionate."
'brush!'
Zuixian flipped his wrist, and a soft sword suddenly appeared.
He shook his body and staggered towards him, his seemingly chaotic steps exuding a strong aura of danger.
Bing Ling did not dare to be careless and kept a close eye on each other's every move. The distance between the two parties was getting closer and closer.
"Look at the sword!"
Zui Xian swung his soft sword, and the sword stabbed him like a snake.
Bing Ling suddenly opened his eyes, swung his broken sword and faced the edge.
‘Clang!’
The moment the two swords clashed, Zui Xian's soft sword suddenly bent and stabbed her straight in the face.
'brush!'
A cold light flashed, and Bing Ling's shoulder was scratched.
Zuixian draws his sword continuously, and his body is like a tumbler, which can tilt at various angles while remaining stable.
His swordsmanship is ever-changing, and combined with the soft sword in his hand, it can be said to be even more powerful.
After this short round, Bing Ling had several wounds on his body, and his clothes were dyed red with blood.
"hiss…"
In the audience, Leng Mufeng took a deep breath: "What a sharp swordsmanship, it's simply superb."
"Hall Master Xiao, Miss Bing can't hold on any longer, so she might as well give up and save her life."
"No hurry, just wait."
Xiao Feng is also observing, Bing Ling should have a backup plan, she is waiting for a killing blow.
'brush!'
Zui Xian swept across with his sword and cut Bing Ling's clothes open.
She was just a hair away from being disemboweled.
Zui Xian yawned and said confusedly: "Little girl, you are no match for me, please leave quickly."
Bing Ling didn't say a word, but suddenly started to fight back, flying forward and striking down with his sword.
"You are looking for death."
The flaw was obvious. Zui Xian took two steps back and waved his soft sword.
There was a clang, and the two swords clashed again. The moment the soft sword bent, Bing Ling retracted his sword to block it, then returned and swept again.
'brush!'
Zui Xian's clothes were torn open, blood flowed out, and a bone-deep wound appeared on his abdomen.
"What?"
The confused Zui Xian immediately woke up.
"OK!"
People here in Jiangcheng are very excited, and there seems to be hope.
"How can it be?"
Rose was shocked. Her most admired idol, Zui Xian, actually missed and was injured.
"Little girl, you pissed me off."
Zui Xian had a ferocious expression. He touched the blood with his hand and licked it with his tongue.
Bing Ling shook hands and broke the sword, with a calm expression and said nothing.
"I'm going to cut you to pieces with a thousand knives."
Zui Xian shook his body and killed Bing Ling again.
‘Shuush!’
Two cold rays of light flashed through, and Zui Xiancang retreated in panic. His chest was dripping with blood, and there was obviously another wound.
"What?"
Rose stood up abruptly and suddenly cursed: "Smelly girl, what tricks did you use? How dare you stab someone in the back?"
"Smelly Sanba, what did you say?"
Xiao Feng raised his head and cursed: "Are you blind? Who hurt someone in the back? This is a fair duel."