Flower Stealing Master

"Xu Zhu, do you see who can have the last laugh in this competition?" The two on the ring were evenly matched, and Xuan Cheng couldn't see the clues for a while, and couldn't help asking the Xu Zhu on the side. It was not that Xu Zhu's eyesight was high. Instead of him, Xu Zhu has fought with Ah Qing, so he can have a more intuitive judgment.

"From the words of Uncle Hui, I think Girl Aqing can win the final victory." Xu Zhu stared at the two people on the ring with scorching eyes and made his own judgment.

"Oh, why is this?" Xuan Cheng said in surprise. He knew Xu Zhu's temperament. Since he could say that, he must have full confidence.

"I have fought with girl A Qing, her innate sword aura seems to be endless, and the tangible sword controlled by Song Qing is limited." Xu Zhu did not finish, but Xuan Cheng already understood what he meant. Now the two people in the ring are in a stalemate. As time increases ≧≧≧, ≈.≌◇. +, Song Qing will only control fewer and fewer swords. A Qing’s sword energy will dissipate, but he can immediately supplement it. The winner is divided.

Sure enough, many sharp-eyed people have discovered that the silver-white giant python seems to have shrunk in size, and thoughts flashed in their hearts that Song Qing might be defeated in this competition.

"Did you just lose like this?"

Seeing the battle on the ring, Huang Rong's expression was extremely complicated. Suddenly Song Qing's faint smile appeared in her mind all the time. Huang Rong's heart suddenly calmed down. She believed that Song Qing must have a way.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was not far away, also looked worried. After all, she had seen Ming Zun take a shot, but the result was that such a powerful Ming Zun was defeated by A Qing. She really couldn't imagine Song Qing could win this match.

"Sister Ajiu, Qinghe...is going to lose?" Zhou Zhiruo's voice trembled a little.

"No, Brother Song will definitely win." Zhu Yuxu's face was full of confidence.

"How do you know?" Zhou Zhiruo was stunned.

"Because Brother Song said he would win." Zhu Yuxu smiled naturally.

Zhou Zhiruo's heartstrings suddenly seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. She realized at this moment that although she was Song Qing's wife, her understanding and trust in him were not as good as other women.

Zhou Zhiruo's heart was filled with endless shame. She always wanted to establish her own position in the house, and she always resented Song Qing for provoke other women...

"Great King Xiao, who do you think will have the last laugh in the ring?" Yelu Nanxian couldn't help asking. After all, Xiao Feng was a **** of war in Liao, and everyone in Liao had a deep trust in him. Yelu Nanxian is of course no exception.

Seeing the battle on the arena, Xiao Feng's eyes bloomed: "The current situation is indeed not conducive to Brother Song, but he is a man who is good at creating miracles. Maybe he can turn defeat into victory in the end."

"I think so too." Yelu Nanxian smiled and nodded, but suddenly thought that Song Qing put a palm on his chest last night, couldn't help smiling, why do I hope he wins?

With a dragon chant, the two figures on the ring finally separated, and A Qing looked at Song Qing in the distance with excitement: "Big brother, what martial arts is your trick?"

"The sword returns to the Sect." Song Qing replied lightly. Since creating this trick, this is the first time he has actually used the "sword", but despite this, Ah Qing is still unscathed. The only difference is the sword around him. Qi seemed dim and almost transparent, no longer the cyan almost materialized appearance before.

Song Qing is much more embarrassed here, most of the sharp swords he controls have been broken, and now there are less than ten swords still around.

"A Qing really deserves to be the first person in the gold!" Song Qing sighed secretly, he understood that in pure competition, he was not Ah Qing's opponent after all.

"Big brother, you are the most powerful person I have ever encountered in this visit." A Qing said with admiration.

"Oh?" Song Qing was not surprised, smiling slightly: "Sister A Qing is the most powerful person I have ever encountered in my life."

Hearing what he said, Ah Qing became a little embarrassed: "Big brother, you praise me so much, I won't keep my hands later."

Song Qing smiled faintly: "Who will kill you is not yet known."

A Qing looked at him with a smile: "You were attacking just now, so I should attack this time."

As soon as her voice fell, everyone at the conference suddenly felt the familiar coercion, but this time it was much stronger than the last time Xu Zhu and her martial arts. Even masters like Xuan Cheng and Xiao Feng would know for a while. The child can't move either.

"Is this the field in the legend?" Xuan Cheng is familiar with many of Shaolin's martial arts secrets. Now this situation seems to fit the description of Bodhidharma Patriarch in a certain scripture. I can't help but be astonished. Is this Ah Qing a man or an immortal?

The people in the whole conference seemed to have been given a body fixation method. They watched A Qing wave the green bamboo stick to stab Song Qing. A Qing's speed seemed very slow to the naked eye, but it seemed that the blink of an eye had already appeared in front of Song Qing. , The sense of contradiction between the static and the movement made everyone in the field feel annoyed and disgusted.

Song Qing lost!

This was everyone's thought, and even Zhu Yuxu, who had the most confidence in him, flashed a trace of despair.

Seeing that the green bamboo stick in A Qing's hand was about to pierce Song Qing's wrist, Song Qing suddenly moved, and the wooden sword came first, and directly hit A Qing's white and slender neck.

The audience suddenly felt light, and the inexplicable coercion disappeared instantly.

A Qing's pretty face is blushing, and his eyes are full of incredible colors: "How did I..."

Song Qing didn't answer, but smiled and slowly retracted the wooden sword.

A Qing frowned. After thinking about it for half a day, she couldn't figure it out, so she sighed dejectedly, "Hey, I lost."

There was a sudden uproar in the field. Song Qing was able to turn defeat into victory in the situation just now. How high is his martial arts?

Xuan Cheng's face was green, and he was puzzled. He couldn't even move a bit just now, but Song Qing was able to move freely. Could it be that his martial arts are far higher than mine? This is impossible, impossible!

Xuan Cheng, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, couldn't accept this fact at all. He only felt that his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood could not help pouring out, obviously he had suffered serious internal injuries.

"Uncle Shi!" Xu Zhu was wrong, and hurriedly pressed a palm on Xuancheng's vest to help him sort out the messy zhenqi in his body.

Xuan Cheng finally calmed down, thinking about what had happened just now, he couldn't help but startled: The man said that he would practice 72 stunts forcibly, and he might be crazy. Is he really convinced by this?

Not only Xuan Cheng wondered, everyone at the Golden Snake Conference was wondering, what method did Song Qing use to turn defeat into victory?

"Could it be that you used the Great Soul Transfer Technique?" Huang Rong quickly denied this speculation. The Soul Transfer Power Technique can only be aimed at people with lower skill than her own. If you use it on people with advanced skill, you will be caught accidentally. The backlash was instead controlled by the enemy. Judging from the skill displayed by A Qing, Song Qing would never dare to use the soul-moving great law.

Huang Rong looked at Song Qing's back in the ring curiously with a pair of beautiful eyes: "How did he do it?"

I’m a little bit kavin today, just this one for the time being