Chapter 142: Folding the Sword with Flower Fingers to Defeat a Strong Enemy
Where did Zheng Qiu think that the other party would use this self-mutilation method to suppress the efficacy of Epilepsy.
Seeing Le Guping rushing towards him with his sword in hand, he immediately panicked. The seeds that had been spilled had been blown away by the air current, and the force of the blow could not stop him even if he hit his chest.
What to do, I have nowhere to go now.
Zheng Qiu suddenly thought of the two cardboard boxes that Master Wang gave him before participating in the competition. The master said that these two cardboard boxes were spells and could only be used in critical situations.
Now is the critical moment, if you don't use it, it will be too late.
He reached into his sleeve and touched the two cartons hidden inside, but the first thing he grabbed was only seeds, and the cartons were still inside.
Seeing that the opponent was getting closer, and there was no time to take out the cardboard box to recite the mantra, Zheng Qiu decided to fight with folding fingers.
He threw away the broken shield in his hand, stretched his left and right hands at the same time, and grabbed the long sword that Le Guping had slashed at.
At that moment, both hands grasped the blade at the same time, and there was a sound of gold and iron clanging when they collided, and a large spark flew out from the place where the fingers touched the blade.
Seeing the long sword being caught, Le Guping knew that the other party had used the trick called folding the flower finger again, so he couldn't help being furious: "You are looking for death!"
He leaned forward, kicked the ground vigorously, pressed all his weight on the long sword, and at the same time poured energy into the sword, trying to stretch Zheng Qiu's fingers.
How dare Zheng Qiu let go, if he let the sword strike, his head might split in two.
He tightly pinched the blade of the sword, ignoring the pain in the meridians of his fingers, and tried his best to force the energy of his whole body into his hands.
The energy that was originally filled in the muscles and blood vessels in his body was gradually activated, and his strength suddenly increased, and he forcibly supported the slowly lowered long sword.
Le Guping could no longer press down the long sword, and Zheng Qiu could not lift the long sword up. The two centered on the blade of the sword and wrestled with each other.
The voice of the female commentator sounded again, encouraging the audience in the arena to cheer for the two.
Time passed bit by bit, Le Guping felt a smile rising in his chest, if he laughed at this time, his body would relax, and Zheng Qiu would be able to escape.
The winner must be decided in this move!
Le Guping violently twisted the hilt of the sword, causing the blade to turn over, and the sharp blade turned sideways to scrape Zheng Qiu's fingers.
Zheng Qiu dared to pinch the blade with his fingers, but he didn't have the guts to touch the blade, but if he let go, the long sword would immediately hit his head.
Right now there is only one way, he shouted, twisting the blade of the sword in the opposite direction with both hands, and at the same time vibrating the meridians of the whole body, forcefully forcing the energy into his hands.
Click, click, the red-patterned long sword let out an overwhelmed wail, and cracks and sparks extended from the position where Zheng Qiu's fingers pinched.
With a crisp shattering sound, the long sword was instantly twisted into two pieces, and metal fragments scattered in all directions.
Le Guping was stunned when he saw the long sword snapped, then raised the second half of the broken sword in his hand, and continued to chop at Zheng Qiu.
Unexpectedly, this time it missed, Zheng Qiu jumped away like a rabbit, and retreated five or six feet away in the blink of an eye, as if his left leg had never been injured.
Although Le Guping felt strange, there was not much time for him to think about it now, and the surging smile kept urging him to attack quickly.
"stop!"
Roaring and chasing after him, the only thing that answered him was a handful of seeds.
And a white air current.
When he chased Zheng Qiu in three steps at a time, and was about to raise his sword to strike again, laughter rushed out of his chest: "Hahahaha!"
The energy flowing in Le Guping's body was suddenly interrupted, his body shook suddenly, and he almost fell down.
At this time, he found that the seeds that had just fallen on the clothes were sprouting.
Laughing violently caused his stomach to throb, and he couldn't help but squat down, staring viciously at Zheng Qiu who was running further and further away.
At the same time, he felt his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and it became more and more difficult to breathe.
Zheng Qiu retreated several tens of feet in a row, only to find that the other party did not come after him.
He stopped and squinted his eyes to check, only to see Le Guping squatting on the ground, his laughter getting softer, his face flushed red, and he was trying to breathe with his mouth open.
The white-leaf choker orchid worked! Judging by Le Guping's appearance, he should have inhaled a lot of phosphorous powder.
Zheng Qiu stood where he was, waiting for his opponent to collapse from the force of the medicine.
"Le Guping, the master of swordsmanship, has been assassinated again. He seems to be very uncomfortable now. Oh no, his movements are weakening! He has fallen!"
The commentator didn't understand what Zheng Qiu did, so he had to call it a conspiracy.
The audience in the stands burst into boos, dissatisfied with the way Zheng Qiu won.
How could Zheng Qiu pay attention to these things, at least he won the battle, and he didn't lose any arms or legs.
He stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, and found that the wound made by the dagger was gone. Then he opened the hem of his clothes to check his left leg, and there was no wound.
But the red blood on the hem of his clothes told him that he was indeed injured just now, and he didn't understand the reason, so he decided to ask his master when he went back.
Back in the room where he was seated before the appearance, the eared cat jumped up and hugged him excitedly: "Zheng Qiu, that's great, I knew you could do it!"
Then the ear cat went to pull Zheng Qiu's clothes: "You are injured, I will take you to the doctor to bandage..."
Zheng Qiu shook his head and interrupted him: "The problem is that the injury is healed, you see."
Seeing Ermao's unbelievable expression, Zheng Qiu shrugged: "I don't know why, I have to go back and ask the master."
The ear cat grinned and pulled him to sit on the seat: "Good thing, I will let you participate in dangerous games in the future!"
The two frolicked for a while, and the voice of the female commentator brought their attention back to the battlefield. This time it was Ma Peng.
The people sent by the Gale Wolf Gladiator Group are also big.
The game was ugly, even slightly comical.
The big man on the opposite side, like Ma Peng, also studied beast body training. In order to deal with Qi Jin practitioners, both of them brought a shield the size of a door panel.
The two stared at each other for a while, then threw down their shields, raised their fists and rushed forward to fight.
The problem is, the physical strength of beast body refiners is unbelievably high. If you punch me with these two people, I will retaliate with your kick. After hundreds of rounds, there is no half bruise.
After fighting like this for half an hour, Ma Peng and the big guys of Gale Wolf lost their strength and sat down on the ground, panting.
In the end, the commentator announced that this game was counted as a draw, so this became the only draw in this bounty gladiatorial match.
In the VIP room, the city lord Lin Minghao was playing with two seeds, and said with a smile: "Ming Zongjiao's skills are very strange, they can actually make the seeds germinate.
I remember the cultivation techniques of plants and trees. To show real plants and trees, one should be above the level of the gods, which is interesting. "
Lin Zou asked next to him: "City Lord, do you want to arrest Zheng Qiu for questioning?"
"No, there are thousands of Qianyunzong exercises, and it's normal to have strange ones. It's not yet the time to let go of Ming Zong."
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