Chapter 51: 2013-7-25 23:08:23

Chapter 51: 2013-7-25 23:08:23

The condition added later is the real trap.

So what if Motoyama Fujita's swordsmanship is good? So what if he is more aggressive? So what if he killed someone?

Has he ever had the experience of frantically fighting to the death for a chance of survival? Has he ever had the experience of killing until it was dark out of 30 people until he was the only one who survived? Has he ever had such a tragic and battle-hardened experience?

He may be invincible in front of ordinary people, but in front of her, Su Jinnian, he does not pose any threat at all.

Seeing Su Jinnian's winning appearance, the old man frowned and smiled: "For today's duel, what are your chances of winning?"

"That's needless to say, do I dare to agree if I'm not 100% sure? You can't make fun of your life!"

The old man was very satisfied with Su Jinnian's answer, nodded his head in approval, then got up and took down a long sword hanging from the wall behind him as a display, walked up to Su Jinnian and handed the long sword over to Su Jinnian. In her hand: "I have used this sword before, and I haven't had any failures yet. You can use it tomorrow."

The moment Su Jinnian took the sword, he only felt a heavy hand. The sword was very heavy, much heavier than he imagined, and it was obviously a sharp edge made of real material.

Although this sword has been hanging on the wall as a decoration, it is not particularly gorgeous in appearance, except for a crimson gemstone inlaid on the hilt, there are no other ornaments. The scabbard has intricate and delicate patterns, but it is not It doesn't look fancy, and the dark color looks very simple.

Slowly pulling out the long sword from the scabbard, the cold luster hits people's hearts, making people feel a sense of fear for no reason.

Su Jinnian's eyes brightened: "What a good sword!"

However, this is a murderous sword, it seems... not appropriate to use it on the duel field, right?

Thinking of this, the old man's kind and indifferent voice sounded in his ears at the right time: "Do you know why I asked you to fight with this sword?"

Su Jinnian shook her head frankly.

Seeing Su Jinnian's simplicity, Mr. Su suddenly felt a slight sense of sadness looking up at the sky at a forty-five degree angle. This child is still too immature and not hot enough. It seems that he needs to be trained slowly.

Restraining his expression, Mr. Su straightened his expression and lowered his tone.

"Susu, you have to remember one thing. In city a, or even in the entire southeast region, no one can provoke the Su family."

Seeing the domineering spirit and scheming unique to a businessman on the old man's face, Su Jinnian expressed his deep respect for the old man's teachings. Jiang is still old and hot, and the golden words and rules of grandpa are simply wise words. She will find a book later. Hurry up and write it down—you will rely on this when you walk in the rivers and lakes in the future!

But what if others insist on provoking?

If she meets someone like Xi Xueyan who is desperate and aggressive, she can't be a turtle and refuse to fight, can she?

That's too embarrassing.

"Anyone who provokes the Su family must be punished as it should be. There are some things that the Su family can turn a blind eye to, but some people can't tolerate them." While talking, Mr. Su raised his hand and patted Su Jinnian's shoulder, "Susu, can you understand me?"

"Uh..." Su Jinnian shrank his shoulders slightly, raised his hand to wipe his neck lightly, and asked in a low voice, "You don't want me...to kill him?"

"Damn girl, I really don't know what's going on in your mind..." The old man shook his head helplessly, deeply aware of how long it would be to train Su Jinnian to become an independent head of the business world. It’s so far away, I’ll go up and down to search for it.” The arduous task of “Grandpa’s intention is to let you take this opportunity to teach the other party a good lesson, and not let others think that the Su family is easy to bully, otherwise, everyone will run away.” How can you act wildly in front of the house? You tell Qianzhong not to be too harsh, and it's almost enough to be disabled..."

get crippled—

Grandpa, how can you say it in such a casual tone? !

Even if they are all crippled, they are not serious? ! So what is "too heavy"? !

Second Austria, the thinking of the elderly is really beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. As the saying goes, there is a three-year-old generation gap. If their grandparents are three generations behind, that generation gap is no longer called a generation gap.

Carrying a heavy long sword out of the door, Su Jinnian's mood suddenly became heavy. The old man's request was too difficult to satisfy, and he couldn't strike too lightly, and he couldn't strike too hard. In a duel, no one can control the sword without eyes. So much, let's say-

Most importantly, according to the regulations, it seems that real swords and guns cannot be used in a duel, right? !

Suddenly thinking of this, Su Jinnian immediately turned to the deacon of the "Encyclopedia" to ask for confirmation. Qianzhongying children's shoes are indeed well-informed and knowledgeable: "The school regulations of Yinyao College do not clearly stipulate that the use of lethal It’s just that in most duels, in order to ensure the personal safety of both parties in the duel, they use props and equipment, and the school regulations only clearly state that no one should be killed and cause lawsuits for the school.”

"So, even if you are beaten half to death and only have one breath left, it's okay?" Tsk tsk, this school is really unrestrained!

"Although no such incident happened before, in principle, as long as the dueling parties do not pursue the other party's criminal responsibility, the school will not interfere."

Before getting into the car, Su Jinnian couldn't help but pull a thousand cherry blossoms, his brows slightly furrowed, and finally realized the riskiness of this duel—

Xiao Qianzhong has delicate skin and tender flesh, it would be a pity if she was scratched.

Sensing the heat from Su Jinnian's palm, Qian Chongying couldn't help turning her head to look at her: "What's wrong?"

"I'm very worried about your safety..." Su Jinnian lowered her eyes and sighed softly, "Can you promise me one thing?"

Qian Chongying smiled slightly: "What's the matter?"

"You promise me first!"

"Okay, I promise you."

"No matter what, don't let that Motoyama Fujita hurt your face! I hate people dangling in front of me with scars on their face! It's so ugly..." (vampire: ah, knee Hit by an arrow...Master, are you talking about me? His glass heart is about to break.)

A flawless smile froze on someone's handsome face, with a little disappointment and embarrassment.

"I won't let the things that Missy hates happen."

Since the duel is a private matter within Yinyao Academy, even if the reporters at the door and the people who rushed over to watch the excitement were blocked, the dedicated security uncle still stopped them outside the door very unkindly. Not a single fly was put in!

But even so, the crowd of onlookers in the school is still considerable. An Xirong, who bears the heavy responsibility of the principal, can't be absent. The father and daughter of the Xi family also came to the scene early in the morning for people to observe. The surprise came one step earlier than her, followed by a dozen support groups brought by Tang Yanran, who said they wanted to cheer up Su Jinnian.

Su Qingyao sat next to Lu Zongrui, looking for topics to chat with him from time to time, but the other party only occasionally responded with a sentence or two. After seeing Su Jinnian, all eyes fell on her, and there was no more moved away.

Ximen Lie was the last one to arrive. He didn't sit on the viewing platform, but stood alone in the corridor on the third floor, holding a handkerchief and gently wiping a small and bright pistol, his falcon-like eyes glanced at Su Jinnian Glancing at Mr. Su, he paused for about three seconds before moving away and turning to Motoyama Fujita standing behind Xi Xueyan.

"The sun is so hot, isn't it hot for Ms. Ji to wear so many clothes?"

Hearing Lu Shangchuan's voice, Su Qingyao's spine shivered, she clenched her fists and tried not to look at him, why did he come to join in the fun?

"Whether I'm hot or not is none of your business! Get out of the way, I don't have time to play with you today!"

"Ha, what made Ms. Ji so nervous? I don't seem to remember what kind of duel Ms. Ji would be interested in?"

"Aren't you annoying! Didn't you see that I disgusted you? It must be fun to scold you bloody, right? Let me ask you, do you have any self-knowledge? Hmph, Miss Ben is now Let me tell you frankly, even if you wear a lot of perfume on your body, it can't cover up that smell of human scum!"

Su Jinnian was walking on the road, originally he had no intention of responding to the quarrel of passers-by, but when he heard the funny scolding, he couldn't help laughing, and turned his head to look at the two people in the quarrel.

The girl who was cursing and cursing happened to also turn her head to look at her, and when she saw her, her face was overjoyed, and she threw the man next to her and ran towards her in a hurry.

Su Jinnian looked at the two of them and felt that they looked familiar, but she was a little face blind and her memory was not very good. She waited until the girl ran close before she suddenly realized when she saw her bright purple hair: "Ah, you Is it the girl from the auction that day...?"

"Sister Su, last time I was too hasty to introduce you. My name is Ji Hanxi, and I'm Ah Sheng's former classmate!"

Su Jinnian smiled slightly: "So it's Ah Cheng's friend." Then he raised his eyes to look at the man who had quarreled with her just now, "Did you... see that man at the auction last time?"

"Him?" Ji Hanxi cast a disdainful glance at Lu Shangchuan, "His name is Lu Shangchuan, he's a scumbag, he's a scumbag, and my sister can ignore him! By the way, he doesn't seem to have a good relationship with that Xi family member." Shallow, it’s not a good thing anyway, sister better be careful.”

Just as he was talking, Lu Shangchuan followed him and came over. Seeing him approaching, Ji Hanxi didn't shy away from it, and he did as he said.

Lu Shangchuan seemed to know her personality very well, so he didn't care about it, walked up to Su Jinnian and greeted with a smile: "I remember that when we met last time, Miss Su was not in this attire. I thought that the only beauties in the Su family were Miss San One, I didn't expect the eldest lady to be dressed up like a watery beauty..."

Hearing the flattery in his words, and being glanced at by the naked eyes as if he had been stripped naked, Su Jinnian deeply understood Ji Hanxi's words, "Even if you wear a lot of perfume, it can't cover up your body." The true meaning of the scum smell of stocks".

At that moment, she also wanted to reply to him, "It's none of your business whether I dress up or not!"

However, it would be too boring to really care about this kind of man, Su Jinnian said lightly: "I don't like to see anyone who has anything to do with the Xi family, this gentleman, you can do whatever you want, I won't accompany you."

Seeing Su Jinnian shake his head and leave, Lu Shangchuan didn't feel ashamed. He stood on the spot and rubbed his nose with one hand, admiring her exquisite figure. Today she was wearing tight clothes that are more suitable for sports, which happened to fit her perfectly The curves are unmistakably exposed, reminding me of those pornographic photos posted on the website a few days ago—

Compared with the woman in front of him, the vulgar fans he played with before are simply extremely boring.

If he could sleep with such a stunner, he would be... very gentle.

Seeing Su Jinnian approaching from a distance, An Xirong raised her hand to look at the time, and couldn't help but curse in her heart, she didn't come too early or too late, she didn't know that he was going to be worried to death. If he had been there at that time, he would never have allowed Su Jinnian to agree to such a boring duel, but now that the deal is done, he, as the principal, can't change the situation.

"Since both parties are present, the duel will officially begin now. Please invite the deacons of the two ladies to come on stage."

According to the rules of the deacon, in a formal occasion such as a duel, the master who serves must personally grant the weapon to the deacon, and give corresponding requirements and encouragement.

Motoyama Fujita walked up to Xi Xueyan and knelt down on one knee, and stretched out his hands to take the long sword handed to him by the other party.

Xi Xueyan looked at her with burning eyes, her eyes full of expectation: "No matter what, we must win."

On the other side, Su Jinnian grabbed the ancient sword that her grandfather gave her, and stuffed it heavily into Qianjuying's hand, with a sincere expression, and repeatedly urged: "Don't forget what I said, don't hurt your face!" what!"

Watching the two people go up to the ring, one on the left and one on the right, and when they reached the middle, they pulled out their long swords in unison. Suddenly, there were gasps one after another around the stands, and the quiet audience suddenly boiled up.

"My God! They use real swords! And they don't wear protective clothing!"

"Those two swords look so sharp!"

"If you use a real sword, you will be easily injured if you are not careful..."

"Ah... it's so cruel! Master Qianda must win, please don't get hurt..."

After the two came to the stage, the atmosphere in the audience suddenly became tense. The air was full of tension, and the air seemed to freeze.

The whispers of the audience disappeared with the steps of the two. After the noise, there was a more depressing silence, as if at the bottom of an abyss, or at the top of a snow-capped mountain.

I don't know who got interested, and suddenly played music on the square. The tune sounded like the sound of a guzheng plucked from the small radios in every corner of the campus. The prelude was slow and long, as if it was brewing. What, it's like the calm before the storm.

The climate at the turn of summer and autumn is still hot, and even in the morning there is a wave of avoidable heat. Fortunately, there was a heavy rain last night, which eliminated the sweltering heat that was exposed to the sun for days. A little bit of coolness. The blue sky was cloudless, and occasionally a bird or two passed by. Under the sky were trembling branches and leaves, and under the dense green leaves was the three-layer arena wrapped inside and out.

With the referee's whistle that went straight to the sky, the duel officially kicked off!

As if to accentuate the atmosphere on the stage, the sound of the guzheng zither rang violently twice, and the music hit the hearts of the audience from the ears to the hearts, pulling their nerves tightly.

At the same time, there was a sharp "ding" sound on the dueling arena, and the two long swords clashed for the first time!

The wind outside the field suddenly picked up, blowing down the falling yellow leaves.

The first dead leaf fell on the burly and powerful arm of Motoyama Fujita. The slightly bulging muscles from holding the sword bulged the white shirt. You can see how powerful and terrifying the muscles under the sleeves are. , his stature is a bit taller than Senju Sakura, from top to bottom the whole person can almost cover the opponent in his own shadow.

At the beginning, Motoyama Fujita's stern face showed bloodthirsty murderous intent, and his wolf-like eyes seemed to pounce on him and tear his opponent to pieces!

The second dead leaf swayed and landed on the black hair of the thousand cherry blossoms that reflected the sun's rays. The shattered hair blown by the wind revealed a cold light from a pair of slightly squinted eyes. The dark eyes reflected the confrontation between the two hands. The blades of the two long swords were tightly pressed against each other, almost entangled and glued together. No one could move any closer, and no one could pull out the sword to get away.

The music of the guzheng became more and more urgent and more intense, as if thousands of troops were galloping out. The two armies were fighting, screaming and killing, and the vigorous soldiers waved their halberds and broke through the city gate!

With a blunt sound of "唰", the two people on the stage suddenly split into two, taking advantage of each other's strength to quickly step back half a meter, the aftermath of the exchange of weapons trembling in the air.

The third dead leaf fell on the sharp blade of Thousand Cherry Blossom with the wind, and was split in half by the blade in an instant, so easily that it was almost effortless.

In the first confrontation, the two had quickly realized the strength of each other, and they couldn't help being slightly surprised in their hearts, but at the same time couldn't help becoming a little excited.

In the deacon training base, Qianju Sakura and Motoyama Fujita can be said to be evaluated and promoted at the same time. Although they are not in the same branch and have not formally confronted each other, they can be said to know each other's information like the back of their hands. In terms of martial arts, Qianju Sakura is good at making moves, relying on her flexible body and quick response, as well as her calculating mind. And Motoyama Fujita is an out-and-out powerful faction, a real heavyweight opponent. What's more dangerous is that this man is not stupid, and he also has a quick-witted and sensitive head.

They are all the leaders of their respective divisions, and they have won all the way without any disadvantages, and they have never tried the taste of failure. But right now, even if they meet an opponent with the same strength as themselves, the two arrogant people still have the belief that they must win, and try their best to defeat each other—

There is nothing more satisfying than meeting your opponent!

With the separation of the two, the passionate and frank music slowly fell, falling into a period of peaceful low tide.

Seeing the strikes of the two, the audience on the field held their breaths and concentrated, and they didn't even dare to blink their eyes. They were so amazed at the kind of skills that were so fast that they dazzled people. They thought that the swordsmanship they had seen before The competition was far less exciting and thrilling than the one in front of us!

In the broadcasting room, a man with gorgeous purple hair was sitting on the table with his knees bent. His hair color belonged to that kind of cool blue-purple tone, and against that overly fair face, it was as gorgeous as satin, not like Ji Hanxi's. The purple-red flame-like color, whether it's the eyes, the expression, or the aura emanating from this man's body, is so cold that one can't help but tremble.

Looking down at the duel between the two top deacons in the square, Vampire couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth slightly, and stretched out his hand to lightly swipe on the instrument for adjusting the sound. The drum music sounded like a magic sound urging people to die, hitting people's hearts straight up and down, instantly pushing the atmosphere on the duel arena to a climax—"Boom boom boom boom boom!"

The breeze rustled, and the drums shook the sky, stimulating people's eardrums.

As if bewitched by the music, the two confronting each other on the stage suddenly rushed towards each other with swords in their hands. The cold light of the weapons flashed across the air, drawing a beautiful arc in midair against the scorching sun, as if they could It's like splitting the air into pieces.

There was a crisp sound of clanging metal, and the two long swords collided again. The eyes of the two holding the swords were cold, and the five fingers were clenched tightly. They attacked and defended with extremely fast movements, making a clanging sound. The audience couldn't see clearly, only a mess of sword flowers flickering and drifting in front of their eyes, but they didn't know where to focus their eyes.

Obviously, the strength of the two men on the stage is evenly matched, and no one can guarantee which side will win. This duel is destined to be a stalemate and protracted battle.

Xi Chengyu's father was a man with an unremarkable appearance. The only difference between him and ordinary people was probably his prematurely pale hair. At this moment, the middle-aged bereaved man is staring closely at the two duels on the stage. He has bet everything on this gamble. If he loses, he will immediately lose everything . He can't afford to lose, so Motoyama Fujita must win this duel!

Xi Xueyan sat beside her father, with the same focused and nervous expression on her face, her hands resting on the armrests clenched her knuckles unconsciously, secretly praying in her heart that Motoyama Fujita would win, and her brother's blood feud would be avenged.

Affected by the sound of the drums, Su Jinnian also gradually put away his playful posture, and felt that the game became more and more exciting and interesting.

Although she didn't plan to pin her hopes on Qianjuying from the beginning, if this guy suddenly launched a ruthless attack and won, then she would naturally be happy to see the result, and would be willing to be a cocky lord.

"bass!"

Suddenly there was a sharp sound, and the two people on the stage slammed past each other and separated again, but this time they switched positions and landed in half of the opponent's field.

Qianheying held the sword in one hand and supported the ground with the other, her flexible waist curved into an arc that surpassed ordinary people, a drop of scarlet blood on the simple but sharp blade slowly slid down the edge of the sword, and landed on the solid ground with a tick. on the ground. Under the scorching sun, the ancient sword exuding a faint cold light looked like new, probably because it got excited after tasting the taste of blood, and it became more sharp and bloodless—

On the opposite side, Motoyama Fujita, whose sleeve had been cut off, raised the corners of his mouth faintly, and the slender and deep wound on his jaw was slender and deep, and blood dripped little by little at first, and then slowly trickled out. Blood comes. However, as if he didn't feel the pain, he only gently raised his hand to wipe off the blood stains on his cheeks, and then put it into his mouth to **** it clean. A raging flame rose from his deep and cold black eyes, as if he wanted to devour everything...

The sound of the drum music seemed to have stopped for half a second, and the spectators on the field took a deep breath in an instant.

"God, I think I see blood, is that blood?"

"Master Benshan is injured..."

"Look at Sensei's left arm! Sensei is also injured! The wound seems to be very deep... Will it hurt the tendons?!"

"Then who wins?!"

"It should not be decided yet..."

"The winner hasn't been decided like this? Then how can we tell the winner? Does it mean that you win if you beat the opponent until they are crippled and half dead? That's too cruel!"

Amidst the noise of the crowd, the two people on the stage jumped up and swung their swords to stab each other again. With the ups and downs of drumming, the two beams of bright white sword light moved like a dragon and changed like a snake. But in a short while, you came and I stabbed dozens of back and forth, under the shadow of the sharp sword, the two of them immediately added a few more scars, and the snow-white shirt was already covered with scattered blood. It was startling.

Under the scorching sun, everyone could only feel the blood on their foreheads swelled, and layers of cold sweat ooze out, and the withered yellow leaves drifting in the wind fell on the stage, exaggerating the brutality of the duel.

Watching the fierce fighting between the two swords back and forth, even spectators who don't understand swordsmanship can smell the strong killing atmosphere-

Where are they competing with swordsmanship, they are simply fighting with their lives!

"What to do, what to do! Master Qianda has been seriously injured, stop them!"

"Master Motoyama's expression is so scary, as if he wants to kill Chiju! Didn't you say it was just a duel? As long as the winner is determined? Why do you have to fight to the death..."

"A lot of blood...I can't do it, I'm a little dizzy..."

As the situation on the stage intensified, the discussion in the audience became louder and louder. The girls who could not bear it closed their eyes and passed out. Not only the girls, but even the boys felt that such a duel was too much up!

Hearing the discussion in the audience, the dean of Yinyao College couldn't help but leaned over to remind An Xirong: "Principal, if it continues, it may not be good. Can we make them stop?"

"Stop?" As if hearing a bad joke, An Xirong snorted softly, "How could it be possible to stop? When two top masters are fighting hard to separate, whoever intervenes to stop it will be a dead end!"

"Uh! Then what should I do..." The dean turned his head to look at the two people on the stage who exchanged weapons, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, and his face was full of embarrassment.

Just when he was suffering from a headache, there was a sudden exclamation from the audience, and Qian Yeying suddenly took a step back, and with a raised hand, he threw the heavy ancient sword out of his hand, and the cold long sword flew in midair After spinning twice, it landed on the soil under the platform and pierced straight into the ground.

On the tall building a hundred meters away, Ximen Lie's eyes flashed, he lightly pulled the trigger, and turned his gun to aim at Motoyama Fujita who was approaching Thousand Cherry Blossoms with a sword on the stage.

He doesn't care about that man's life or death, but if he loses, Su Jinnian will definitely be on stage, and that woman has delicate skin and tender flesh, so it would be bad if she gets hurt. However, if Motoyama and Fujita were shot and wounded at such a time, the group of crazy dogs might insist that Su Jinnian cheated and accuse her of paying for murder.

On the west teaching building facing him, Vampire leisurely played with a can of potion in hand, not surprised by the "unexpected situation" that happened below—

That day, he followed Su Qingnian's meeting with Xi Xueyan, and after learning of the conspiracy between her and Benshan Fujita, he turned to follow Benshan Fujita. At first, he planned to replace the bottle of poison that Su Qingnian got with him. Ordinary potions, but after thinking about it later, some people who thought that was too cheap replaced the potions with a slight dose of anesthetic.

Thousand Sakura's miss just now was probably due to the effect of the anesthetic.

Hmph, whoever let this guy cling to his master all day long should suffer a little bit.

Besides, since that little **** Su Qingyong did it, if he erased the evidence, wouldn't it be like helping her in disguise? If you want to design to frame the master, you have to see if you have the ability! He was really looking forward to how the master would punish this little **** after he knew everything.

Don't think that the master usually looks soft and easy to pinch. Once she turns her face and refuses to recognize anyone, her methods are vicious and she is simply inhuman...

The fierce battle on the stage came to an end in an instant when Qianju Sakura lost his hand and dropped his sword. It was only a short ten minutes, but everyone felt that it seemed as long as a century.

The deafening drumming had quietly stopped at some point, as if the field control was as precise and appropriate to the scene.

This duel came to an end with Qianjuying's defeat, and Xi Xueyan's heart that had been hanging in mid-air suddenly fell down—

As long as Qian Chongying loses, no matter how hard Su Jinnian fights, it is impossible for him to be the opponent of Motoyama Fujita.

Next, let's see how Benshan Fujita will bring the murderer who killed his brother to justice on the spot!

With the long sword out of his hand, the fall of Qianjuying is already clear at a glance. Motoyama Fujita has no need to continue to fight, but he seems to be red-eyed, holding the sword tightly and approaching Qianjuying step by step. On his ruthless face, There was a murderous look in those deep sunken brown eyes.

The fierce duel just now awakened the beast in his heart and the rage in his blood. After tasting the taste of blood, he couldn't stop at all—

Just like at the training base last time, once the blood boils, it cannot be cooled down easily.

"Oh my god! What is Benshan doing? Is he going to kill Qianzhong?!"

A sharp-eyed person saw the clue and couldn't help screaming.

Hearing this, the hearts of all the people twitched violently in an instant, and the moment they saw Motoyama Fujita raising his long sword and stabbing at Qianjuying like a madman, their pupils suddenly doubled in size.

At the critical moment, when everyone thought that Senju Sakura would not be spared, they saw that Miss Su, who had been sitting quietly in the stands watching the battle, had stood up and walked out at some point, pulling out the plug stuck in the dirt. With the ancient sword in his hand, he grabbed the railing on the edge of the stage, turned over neatly and jumped onto the stage.

At the moment when the sharp sword in Fujita's hand pierced the thousand cherry blossoms, Su Jinnian swung the sword first and slashed at the blood-stained cold weapon. Before he had time to see what happened, Motoyama Fujita's long sword suddenly shattered into three pieces and fell to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, drawing the sword, stepping onto the stage, and breaking the sword—all actions were done in one go, so handsome that people couldn't help applauding!

What is even more surprising is that the ancient sword that was very common in Qianjuying's hand fell into Su Jinnian's hands as if it had been endowed with a soul. Breaking, the invincible momentum is approaching, the sharpness is so chilling.

"Ah! That sword...isn't that sword exhibited in the museum before? Isn't that the dragon-slaying sword used by the ancient emperors to punish the emperor's brothers?! It is a priceless national treasure, and someone would take it It comes to a duel...wouldn't it be too extravagant!"

The dragon-slaying sword dedicated to ancient emperors?

Well, it's really suitable for the master's domineering attributes!

The pale-skinned man was holding an oil-paper umbrella in the sun that outlines the special products of Jiangnan, which is full of green lotus in the pool. He walked slowly past the edge of the stage. There was a coquettish light, like a ghost haunting the night.

Probably because everyone's attention was firmly attracted by the situation on stage, so no one noticed his existence as Vampire walked all the way—

This hit him hard!

No wonder the master turned around and forgot about him, it turned out that he had no sense of existence! The face is full of cows!

Seeing Su Jinnian's performance, the old man nodded with satisfaction. This girl is really becoming more and more likable!

As we all know, the history of the Dragon Slaying Sword can be traced back to the feudal dynasty. After thousands of years of baptism, countless times of tempering in water and fire, coupled with the blood-soaked feeding of human lives, it has achieved such a peerless sword. .

Such an ancient sword is born with a strong edge, and then drinks blood for a living. It is itself the king of swords, and ordinary people can't control it at all.

But now, there are very few people who know swordsmanship, but Susu is able to understand the way of controlling the sword, which is really commendable.

Looking at the situation on the stage again, Motoyama Fujita was discouraged by the opponent's powerful and fierce aura, and after a short pause, he lost his original fierceness, and the weapon in hand was chopped into three by her, and he didn't know what to do for a while response.

"Fujita, the duel is not over yet! Kill that woman!"

Realizing that the situation was not good, the silent Father Xi suddenly stood up from his chair, pointed at Su Jinnian and yelled at Benshan Fujita.

Hearing this order, Motoyama Fujita was like a robot who had received the order and found the direction to move forward. His cold eyes hardened and he held the half of the broken sword tightly in his right hand. Before Su Jinnian looked down at Qianzhong Ying's instant sprinted over quickly, trying to stab Su Jinnian to death on the spot.

"Ah, be careful!"

Motoyama Fujita's movements were fast, ruthless and accurate, and everyone's heartbeat accelerated, and they couldn't help shouting out. The matter had developed to this point, and it was no longer a simple duel.

Seeing that the broken sword in Fujita's hand was about to smear Su Jinnian's neck, unexpectedly, Su Jinnian moved a step faster than him. In the flash of calcium carbide, everyone didn't even have time to catch how Su Jinnian made a move, so they Seeing her holding the dragon-slaying sword in her hand, she stabbed straight into Motoyama Fujita's body, the sharp blade pierced through her shoulder, and the blood-drenched sword edge shone coldly in the sun!

"Patter—"

The shoulder was pierced, Motoyama Fujita's right hand suddenly lost strength, and the broken sword in his hand fell to the ground in response, splashing sporadic drops of blood.

On the viewing platform, everyone was so shocked that they lost their breath. Su Qingyun's dark eyes intertwined and blended together, as if he wanted to tie up the woman on the stage tightly until he was suffocated. Only herself.

I thought how powerful Benshan Fujita is, he didn't even hurt Su Jinnian, what are you talking about as a top deacon? It's just a mess!

Xi Xueyan immediately stood up from her chair, expressing her disbelief at this unexpected ending!

Motoyama Fujita lost? !

How could he lose? ! And he was still defeated by that woman Su Jinnian... How powerful is that woman!

Glancing coldly at the dejected father and daughter under the stage, Su Jinnian raised his eyebrows in disdain, and turned around to help up Thousand Sakura who was gradually falling into a coma.

Probably feeling Xi Xueyan's urgency, just when the outcome of the duel was clear and the audience thought that the matter had come to an end, Motoyama Fujita suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the broken sword on the ground, desperately Rush towards Su Jinnian, wanting to put him to death and hurry up!

His behavior was too sudden and unexpected, this time the reversal came so swiftly that the spectators in the audience opened their mouths before reminding him.

Feeling the appalling oppression, Su Jinnian half-kneeled on the ground with his back facing the huge threat. After seeing the shadow projected on the ground gradually approaching, his sharp eyes suddenly sank, and the Dragon Zhan that he held tightly in his hand The sword is ready to strike, humming—

She has already let him go, but he still doesn't know what to do, so don't blame her for being too harsh!

Duels can't kill people, no