Chapter 19 Beauty Like a Dream

The woman's face is hidden under the hat, covered with a black scarf, and a light yellow samurai suit on her body. In addition to martial arts, there is a charm.

"Girl, we meet again."

Wu Pengwei jumped into the ring and said hello with a smile.

The woman raised her head, and her turquoise eyes were burning with light.

"That's good. Let's meet again."

The woman's voice is slightly hoarse and has seductive magnetism.

Wu Pengwei smiled, staggered away, and saluted with his fists: "Wu Wei at sunset, please."

The woman also nodded slightly and replied in a low voice, "'Dragon Whip Gate' Chu Ci."

After the two exchanged names and sects, they pulled out a distance of nearly ten meters and confronted each other from a distance.

The wind roared and spread, blowing the snow on the ring one after another, like fine goose down, filling the sight between the two.

A dead silence.

The onlookers under the ring are disturbing and noisy.

In the world of confrontation between the two, all the chaotic voices disappeared.

There is only one in each other's eyes.

Chu Ci's eyes are like autumn water, bright and sharp, but with a fierce color.

However, Wu Pengwei's eyes were as quiet as water, and there was no fluctuation, which was far-reaching and vast.

The two of them did not move at all, allowing the heavy snow to float down and piled up a thin layer of white frost on their clothes.

Time seems to stagnate at this moment.

Suddenly, Chu Ci, who had been standing still, ejected out like a leopard, and a pale yellow shadow came out of his body. His whole body rushed straight, as fast as a fire.

Wu Pengwei stood still, but his eyes became softer and softer.

Chu Ci's bright eyes tightened, and a long emerald green whip poked out of his sleeve, like a wave, with bursts of spiral ups and downs, and quickly to the point of Wu Pengwei's chest.

Wu Pengwei moved his toes, staggered and got out of the way. The long whip shot on the ground, and immediately smashed the snow and the green bricks under the snow, not like a whip, but more like the power of a heavy axe.

Chu Ci didn't stop hitting the blow. Her wrist turned, and the long emerald green whip was like a spiritual snake. She turned her head and trembled dozens of whips. Each blow was not far from Wu Pengwei's chest, throat and eyebrows.

The whip is like the teeth of a poisonous snake. Once it is bitten, there is no reason to survive.

But Wu Pengwei has always been as light as water. No matter how strong Chu Ci exerts, the dexterous whip can never touch Wu Pengwei, and even the corners of his clothes are difficult to touch.

After three moments, Chu Ci's eyes tightened, withdrew the long whip, and fell back like a dragonfly.

The two of them fought as fast as fire, but in less than four breaths, they have roughly explored the depth.

The people under the ring looked indifferent, and few people could keep up with the pace of the two.

"You are very powerful, your strength is outstanding, and your response is very fast. I may not be your opponent." Chu Ci looked at Wu Pengwei fixedly, and his eyes were burning with light.

Wu Pengwei smiled and said, "Miss Chu is modest. You were just testing me just now, and you haven't done your best yet."

Chu Ci shook his head slightly and said very seriously: "No, I'm not modest. In the regular battle, I'm not your opponent, but I have my own way."

After saying that, she knelt down on one knee in full view of the public.

Chu Ci's performance surprised everyone under the ring. She didn't know what was going on in the ring at all. Why did she kneel on one knee as soon as she started playing for a while? Was she injured or exhausted? But it was too strange for the players who could enter the top 16.

What's more, Chu Ci has reached the top 16 all the way, relying on her real ability. Her strength has reached the peak of the first stage of the martial soul, which is no less than Yan Fengjiao, another woman in the competition.

But now, how can you lose so easily?

Only Wu Pengwei frowned slightly, because he heard a mantra in the opposite Chu Ci's mouth: "The God of War is on the top, and the white bone is the spirit. Please give the servant a strong strength to defeat the enemy in front of you."

The snow was heavy, the wind was roaring, and the people under the ring could not hear Chu Ci's words, but Wu Pengwei listened to him without saying a word.

"God of War? White bone? Is it the person of the 'White Bone Temple' mentioned by Brother Bai?

As soon as this idea came to his mind, Chu Ci, who was opposite, suddenly stood up.

Chu Ci's body began to linger with turquoise light, and the light was intertwined, and it was outlined as a huge blue bird image at the top of his head. The only difference was that the blue bird's martial soul had no wings, and it was replaced by a pair of white bone wings, which was creepy.

Especially at the moment when the martial soul was formed, Wu Pengwei's eyes clearly captured the huge shadow flashing behind Chu Ci. It was a tall warrior in white bone armor, as tall and burly as a god, but it only flashed for a moment, one in ten million of the time, he could not notice it at all.

"Wu Wei, you admit defeat. The power of victory has been poured into my mind, and you will no longer be my opponent."

Chu Ci raised his hand, and the green light exploded on the whip. The emerald green color disappeared, and it was replaced by a miserable white.

This whip was originally made of white bone, but it was wrapped in a layer of green animal skin on the outer layer.

The most original form has been restored. The long whip made of white bones is erected like a sword, with a green light on the top, and a sad howl faintly from it.

"The weapon of killing is the weapon of killing"

Someone immediately exclaimed under the ring.

The weapon of killing is not a kind of weapon of soul seal, but the title of weapons that kill too much. Such weapons are often stained with blood and harvest hundreds of lives. It is also because of too many killing. Although such weapons do not have the power of the weapon of the soul seal, the sword is biased, once it is torn open a small opening. The wounds are difficult to heal.

Moreover, the threshold for the use of the killer is not so high, and there is no need for complex ceremonies such as recognition of the Lord. Therefore, there was a period of time that it was popular in the whole martial arts world. Later, the "Martial Arts Alliance" thought that this weapon was too insidious and needed too much human life to pave the way, so it was strictly prohibited, which disappeared from the sight of everyone. In the middle.

I didn't expect it to appear again today.

Everyone exclaimed and guessed the true identity of Chu Ci, and couldn't help worrying about Wu Pengwei.

The strength of the killer lies in the restraint. No one wants to be touched by it. Even if it is just a small wound, the healing time will be calculated in years.

Wu Pengwei looked at the long white-bone whip, but his eyes were still quiet.

"You are not from the southern martial arts world. You are a disciple of the 'White Bone Temple'." Wu Pengwei broke the true identity of Chu Ci.

Chu Ci frowned slightly. She took off the bamboo hat on her head and threw it out, revealing a pair of bright and sharp eyes. Her slender eyebrows were like distant mountains, drawing a beautiful eyebrow shape.

"Yes, I'm a disciple of the 'White Bone Temple'. This time I will meet your good son in the south of the Yangtze River." Chu Ci's answer was very straightforward, and there was no intention to hide it at all.

Wu Pengwei nodded, stopped talking, and his eyes began to droop.

A trace of soft white light overflowed from his body and gradually converged over his head, condensing into a huge and powerful lion's light and shadow. The lion looked up and roared, and the snow drifted away on top of his head, covering the top of an invisible aura.

Chu Ci's eyes suddenly tightened, and a fierce look flashed. She raised the white bone whip, stood sideways, held the whip in her left hand, and stroked the whip with her right hand, as if holding a long gun made of white bones.

A pair of turquoise light hovered on the long whip of the white bone, forming a strong pattern. At the top of Chu Ci's head, the blue bird light and shadow with a pair of white bone wings began to flap its wings violently, and the power surged exponentially.

"Moon-character ancient mysterious gun skills - the thorn of the God of War."

Chu Ci suddenly shot and moved forward, and his body rushed forward. The long whip in his hand stabbed out like a gun, bringing out a sad roar that broke through the air, straight through Wu Pengwei's chest.

The long whip is full of power, bringing out the green shadow of a person, which is like a shock.

And Wu Pengwei just smiled gently.

His left palm ignited a red light, blazing like fire.

The right palm swings a circle of white light, as light as water.

And his whole body suddenly jumped up, rotating horizontally like a top. One red and one white ballast constantly merged and separated again, like a pair of rear-end swimming fish.

The human-shaped spiral brings out a seemingly red and white light and shadow, and bumps into the long white bone whip that came to the face.

And in the ten-thousandth of the time when the whip is about to touch, the red and white light and shadow suddenly merge in one place, bursting out an unparalleled gorgeous light.

Boom............

It seems to be the first thunder burst in early spring.

The whole ring shook a few times, and the people under the stage covered their ears one after another. The turbulent wind swept the snow and dust on their faces, staining everyone's faces with a layer of white ash, and they could not escape.

When I opened my eyes again, the ring was already in a mess.

On the left side of the center, Chu Ci knelt on one knee again, but the difference was that this time the long white bone whip in her hand burst inch by inch, and there was only the handle that was less than two inches in her hand. I don't know when her veil was blown away, and a stunning face bloomed in the wind and snow.

Slender eyebrows, bright eyes like autumn water, straight nose bridge, diamond-shaped corners of mouth, thin knife-cut cheek lines, a head of blonde hair flying wantonly in the wind, outlining Chu Ci's bright and beautiful appearance different from the soft women in the south of the Yangtze River, high nose and deep eyes, with a unique amorous feelings.

"What's the name of this trick?" Chu Ci's hand holding the handle of the whip trembled slightly.

Wu Pengwei thought sideways and looked at Chu Ci's beautiful face. Suddenly, he was blessed and said with a smile, "A beautiful woman is like a dream."

Chu Ci was stunned. She was proficient in Chu language. Although she was not from Chu, she understood the meaning of some four-character idioms.

Her face suddenly turned red as blood. She stared at Wu Pengwei fiercely, but her eyes contained a lot of things. She said fiercely, "My real name is Ye Luxiu. Remember, I will avenge you sooner or later. I will definitely get back what I owe."

Wu Pengwei was stunned: "When did I owe you something?"

"You owe me a life." Yeluxiu got up, tore out a long strip from under her clothes, surrounded her face and eyes, and jumped out of the ring. She flew into the wind and snow and soon disappeared, but she also followed a lot of men who fell in love with her face and ran wildly in the direction of her disappearance.

"I owe her a life?" Wu Pengwei was puzzled.

At this moment, Aoki stepped on the ring and whispered in his ear: "The barbarians have a rule that once an unmarried woman is unveiled by a man, she will either be his wife or kill him."

Wu Pengwei was speechless.

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