Chapter 370 The cowardly
What happened to her?
Zhao Wuji looked at Ning Qingyun, who had accurately dodged his attack range and then gracefully swung a sword flower, standing with a sword on her back, with a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
Why did this little monster, who was the daughter of the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, have such superb sword skills? Or was there something wrong with the iron sword in her hand?
Wait, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Sect, the sword...
Zhao Wuji suddenly widened his eyes, with a little surprise and a hint of realization in his eyes.
Could it be that her strange speed and sword skills were related to the world-famous Sword Douluo? If so, it was understandable.
Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji frowned slightly. Although Ning Qingyun broke his defense, it only caused a little injury. He casually wiped off the blood on his body and didn't care about it. Then he turned his attention to the back.
He still remembered that he wanted to deal with Zhu Zhuqing who had been doing scraping for him, but was interrupted by Ning Qingyun who suddenly appeared in front of him. Now that Ning Qingyun retreated swiftly after hitting the target, he could free up his hands to deal with Zhu Zhuqing directly.
At this time, thanks to Ning Qingyun who had attracted Zhao Wuji's full attention, Zhu Zhuqing's second soul skill, the Netherworld Hundred Claws, successfully dealt full damage, although Zhao Wuji's skin was not even broken.
Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but flash a trace of helplessness in his eyes. At this moment, Ning Qingyun shouted in Zhu Zhuqing's mind through the spirit sharing soul skill that Huo Yuhao had always maintained.
"Retreat!"
Zhu Zhuqing paused, then slightly bent his body and exerted force on his legs, and subconsciously turned around.
However, Zhao Wuji was serious this time. He didn't turn around, but a strong golden light suddenly burst out from his body, with great momentum, and in just a moment, Zhu Zhuqing, who had not escaped from his attack range for a few steps, was knocked out.
Swish!
Seeing this, Dai Mubai, who had been waiting outside the venue, immediately brightened up, and then he ran towards the direction where Zhu Zhuqing flew backwards without hesitation, hoping to be a hero and save the beauty.
Who knew that at this moment, a silent and powerful force that made everyone in the audience feel inexplicably frightened suddenly descended, and Zhu Zhuqing, who was flying backwards in the air, suddenly stagnated, and the next moment was pulled away by an invisible force.
Dai Mubai, whose proud plan had failed, was furious at this, and immediately looked in the direction where Zhu Zhuqing was taken away, and soon saw the figure that made him feel timid, hateful and fearful...
The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Li Ming!
Wang Zhao, who was sitting leisurely on a chair, just waved his hand and Zhu Zhuqing, who was flying upside down in the air, was instantly sucked to his side. Facing Zhu Zhuqing, Wang Zhao ignored the different looks of the audience at the moment and held her waist with his arms slightly open, bringing her into his arms. Then, there was a touch of bumps and curves and a refreshing virgin fragrance.
Next to him, Flanders couldn't help but lower his head and widen his eyes, his glasses slipped down a little, and Oscar's face was also a little dull.
His Highness the Son of God/His Majesty the Scourge of the Undead is... picking up girls? Could it be that he has taken a fancy to this Zhu Zhuqing?
Some people couldn't help but secretly guess, but at this time Wang Zhao obviously didn't mean to explain anything to them, so no one dared to step forward and ask him.
Flanders opened his mouth and remained silent for a while. He glanced at Zhu Zhuqing who was unconscious in Wang Zhao's arms, and thought that he should wait until Zhu Zhu woke up or when the practical test was over before he spoke.
Oscar handed Wang Zhao a few recovery sausages at this time, but Wang Zhao did not take them. Only a faint light appeared on his right leg, and a rich life energy emerged from his hand holding Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist.
With the injection of life energy, Zhu Zhuqing woke up slowly the next moment. She opened her beautiful eyes, and her eyes were a little confused at first, but after noticing Wang Zhao who was close at hand and his hand around her waist, she was startled, and her consciousness became clear, and then her eyes widened.
"Li, Li Ming, you..."
Zhu Zhuqing struggled subconsciously, but because her delicate body was weak at the moment, her struggle seemed very slight.
Wang Zhao just smiled and released his hand on Zhu Zhuqing's waist. Zhu Zhuqing was a little flustered and wanted to stand up, but suddenly her legs softened and she sat back in Wang Zhao's arms.
Zhu Zhuqing's hand was against Wang Zhao's chest, and her face flushed. Only then did she notice the gazes from all directions. She subconsciously tried to stand up again, but her body was really unable to support her. In the end, she had to lower her head in Wang Zhao's arms in shame.
This, this...
Seeing this scene, Flanders and Oscar next to them couldn't help but turn their heads away, watching the nose and the heart, but they didn't dare to watch the romantic and interesting things of the famous Undead Scourge.
As for Dai Mubai in the distance, he was about to explode when he saw his fiancée being held in the arms of others, but his fear of Wang Zhao finally defeated his anger. He clenched his fists but didn't move. Because he was worried that Wang Zhao would see his abnormality, he even turned his body in another direction.
It's really fucking pathetic.
Wearing a hat... Oh no, cough, the word is wrong, Dai Mubai thought to himself with self-mockery.
At this time, the battle on the field was still going on.
Zhao Wuji glanced at the incense sticks that had been burned to the point of being almost gone, and then looked at Ning Qingyun, who was full of energy, heroic, and increasingly fierce, not far away, and his eyes flashed.
The young people of this generation are really more freakish than each other. However, no matter what, it must not be spread today that he, a soul saint, could not take down a few little guys in a whole stick of incense.
After all, he was injured in the process of fighting, which was already ugly enough.
While thinking, Zhao Wuji no longer hesitated, and activated the third and fourth soul skills at the same time, and jumped high. It seemed that he was going to repeat the same tricks as he had just dealt with Tang San, and beat Ning Qingyun out of the field with unparalleled power.
In this regard, Ning Qingyun, who had just witnessed Tang San's end not long ago, looked at the purple halo that had been put on her body at this moment, and Zhao Wuji who suddenly jumped in the air not far away. After realizing that she had no way to avoid it, she simply did not avoid it. Her footsteps moved slightly, and her figure soon became ethereal again.
Xiaoyao Step!
This is a special body movement skill that belongs to her... and Ning Rongrong. She had already practiced this body movement skill to perfection in her previous life. Although she is limited by her strength and cannot yet fully display the true power of this body movement skill, it is enough for the current battle.
Thinking of this, Ning Qingyun activated her soul power, which spread along her left arm to the iron sword, and the iron sword suddenly lit up.