Chapter 73 At the Martial Arts Conference

Bai Xiaosheng shouted a few times, and some people came to the stage one after another. There were almost 50 or 60 people on the martial arts stage. They looked at the people around them one by one. Bai Xiaosheng walked down and shouted, "The annual martial arts competition, now - start!"

With an order, the stage immediately became chaotic. He drew a knife and drew a sword. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend. This martial arts field was very big and could be used casually. Han Ruoli only wanted to kill the white ghost with a knife, but where was the white ghost in front of him? He can't see it at all.

Meng Ranlan's swordsmanship is famous for his speed, and he knocked down a person in a blink of an eye. Tang Ziyan didn't want to compete for any ranking in the first place. As the head of Tangmen, he had to come again and was now being pestered by the old nun.

Han Ruoli held a sword and shuttled through the crowd. At first glance, he found that there were two football fields in this martial arts arena. Forty or 50 people were not crowded at all. They were surrounded by knives and swords. Han Ruoli strode forward. Suddenly, a knife appeared on the opposite side and cut it horizontally. Han Ruoli shook his hand and shocked him. Hong stood in front of him and chopped down. The steel knife in the man's hand made a crisp sound. The knife body was broken into two sections, and the cross section was smooth and flat...

The man was scared into a cold sweat. If Han Ruoli took his head at this time, he would definitely not be sure to avoid it, but Han Ruoli did not see it. He walked past him and continued to look for the white ghost that disappeared in the crowd.

Yan San Shao is very happy to fight with the desert wolf. The desert wolf does have certain strength. While dealing with Yan San Shao, he can also block some foreign attacks.

The five old guys of the Wuyue Sword School actually joined hands to beat people, and the five of them almost entered and retreated together. The drunken monk shouted, "The shameless Wuyue Sword School, one of the five big, are you brothers? Listen, if we don't defeat these five old guys quickly, we will all lose.

This sentence is not bad at all. Many people think so, but the scene was so chaotic that no one said it. As soon as the drunken monk said this, everyone around him woke up. It was indeed like this, in an instant! There was a siege on the martial arts competition. The five leaders of the Wuyue Sword School were surrounded in the center, and the surrounding people stared at them.

These people are already very good at martial arts. Now, in addition to a few people who fell down and left, the remaining 30 people surrounded these five people and walked clockwise. Han Ruoli did not intend to compete for the first place in the world, and he did not have that ability. If he did not surround himself, it would definitely affect "unity". Now everyone can't tolerate other people's selfishness, so Han Ruoli still came over and formed a circle to find white ghosts.

Sure enough, the white ghost was opposite Han Ruoli. Yan Sanshao didn't know when he came to Han Ruoli and whispered, "Your martial arts are progressing very well."

Han Ruoli smiled and said, "Sloppy, the tricks learned from the little man's book."

The five leaders of the Wuyue Sword School were pale, and the head of Huashan said, "You bully less people with more people."

"Bulls!" One person scolded, "If you hit one of the five, isn't it more and less bullied? Brothers, don't talk nonsense and kill!"

The speaker was the first to rush up, and the people around him rushed up, but Han Ruoli did not rush. He quickly ran half a circle from the periphery and rushed straight to the white ghost.

In a trance, Han Ruoli saw Bai Xiaosheng snickering in the stands. He really couldn't figure it out. What's funny about this? Is it interesting for a group of people to fight?

The white ghost is sinister and cunning, so he will not rush up like a fool. He is just symbolically eager to try outside. When Han Ruoli comes to him, the white ghost suddenly turns around and the knife in his hand goes straight to Han Ruoli's throat...

Han Ruoli tilted his head back and saw Tang Ziyan appear behind him. Three hidden weapons flew over Han Ruoli's head and went straight to the white ghost's chest.

The white ghost quickly received it and blocked the steel knife in front of him. All three hidden weapons hit the steel knife and made a "dingling" sound.

Tang Ziyan's body rushed forward and suddenly passed Han Ruoli's body. The sword in his hand went straight to the white ghost's throat. Han Ruoli straightened up and hugged Tang Ziyan's legs. Tang Ziyan fought in front, and Han Ruoli was a shelf in the back. In the eyes of others, what a perfect cooperation is. With such a tacit understanding, at least How many years have you practiced?

The white ghost dismantled Tang Ziyan's moves while retreating. Han Ruoli rushed forward with Tang Ziyan in his arms appropriately. Suddenly, the white ghost's knife opened Tang Ziyan's sword and picked it from the bottom up.

Han Ruoli grabbed Tang Ziyan's legs, quickly pulled back, and held Tang Ziyan's upper body in both hands. The white ghost's move was empty again and did not hurt Tang Ziyan. Fortunately, the distance between him and Tang Ziyan was opened. Just when the white ghost was secretly proud, Han Ruoli held Tang Ziyan's waist with his left hand. Tang Ziyan stood on the ground, taking a step forward, and the 'jinghong' in his right hand stabbed the white ghost's left heart.

The white ghost flipped back three times in a row, and Tang Ziyan and Han Ruoli quickly chased after him. The white ghost shook his left hand and threw out a flying knife. At this time, Han Ruoli was in front of Tang Ziyan. Tang Ziyan watched the flying knife fly straight to Han Ruoli's heart.

Han Ruoli was about to kill the white ghost, but the flying knife was ignored. At the moment when the flying knife immediately stabbed into Han Ruoli's chest, Tang Ziyan stepped forward and stood in front of Han Ruoli. The flying knife stabbed Tang Ziyan's lower abdomen, and blood splashed out.

"Purple smoke..." Han Ruoli shouted.

Tang Ziyan turned her head and showed a smile, and the white ghost opposite laughed crazily, "The ugly woman can still laugh...haha..."

Han Ruoli held Tang Ziyan in his left hand and held 'Jinghong' in his right hand. He flew forward and the sword in his hand went straight to the point of the white ghost. The white ghost laughed as he took the move, "You also want such an ugly woman. Brother, you really have a strong taste. Do you want me to engrave the word 'ugly' on her face again? My knife is very good... Ah ——" Before the white ghost finished his words, he let out a heartbreaking scream.

Han Ruoli couldn't help but be shocked. He never thought that the squirrel was so brave. Just now, the white ghost had a move with Han Ruoli. Han Ruoli's move was fast and hateful. There was no fixed move, and the white ghost was also very difficult to crack it.

Hundreds of ghosts saw clearly that Han Ruoli was holding Tang Ziyan in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, while Tang Ziyan was already weak and could not throw a hidden weapon or take action. There was no one around him. How could Han Ruoli hurt himself? The white ghost thought so, but when the two were fighting, a squirrel suddenly jumped out of Han Ruoli's body and pounced on the white ghost's face. His front paws pierced into the white ghost's eyes. The white ghost screamed painfully. The squirrel was very smart, knowing that the white ghost would definitely grab himself with his hands and blind one of the white ghost's eyes. The squirrel grabbed his face and climbed to the top of his head. At the moment he left his face, the white ghost instinctively patted his face with his left hand, just like a mosquito bite to kill the mosquito.

Han Ruoli grabbed this rare moment, and the sword in his hand pierced the white ghost's left hand. After the blade pierced the left hand, it pierced the white ghost's other eye. The blind white ghost waved a big knife and shouted crazily.

Tang Ziyan's face turned pale and whispered, "Put me down... I... I can't do it."

Han Ruoli said, "You can't go out of this martial arts competition by yourself. Look, those who fell underground to admit defeat have not been cut into disability. I can't leave you. Wait for me, wait for me, I'll be fine soon."

After saying that, Han Ruoli held Ling Qianxue in his arms, and the 'jinghong' in his hand fell to the ground. Han Ruoli volleyed in the air, pointed his toes on the hilt of the sword, and the sword flew forward...

The white ghost felt that the advantage went straight to his left atrium and could still block his left atrium with a steel knife when he was blind.

It's a pity that Han Ruoli's kick was too strong, and his movement trajectory was deviated. At a very small angle, he pierced the white ghost's skin from one side of the steel knife. The white ghost didn't believe that he would die so miserably.

The body fell backwards heavily, and Han Ruoli also counted a wish. He stepped forward, pulled out 'Jing Hong' from the white ghost's body, and walked out of the field with Tang Ziyan in his arms.

Bai Xiaosheng shook his head with a sigh and saw Han Ruoli coming over. "You have appeared, but you can't go in again."

Han Ruoli said, "I don't like ranking. I want to save my friend."

Bai Xiaosheng said, "sensitive, take Tang Zhangmen to heal his wounds."

Han Ruoli saw that sensitively took Tang Ziyan to a room on the edge of the martial arts arena and thought: he could finally save Ziyan's life.

At this time, almost half of the people in the martial arts arena have fallen, and the ground can be described as 'corpses all over the field'. Han Ruoli sat in the stands, listened to the shouts around him, sighed helplessly, and what's the difference between this and self-harm?

The head of the Songshan School also left the martial arts arena, sat next to Han Ruoli and asked, "Little brother, why are you sighing?"

Han Ruoli said his thoughts, and the head of the Songshan faction said, "This martial arts competition is different from the past. It used to be the end, but this time only eight people are allowed to stand, which is also beyond everyone's expectation."

"This is really a 'Wulin' catastrophe."

"Who said no!" The head of the Songshan School said, "If I had known this, I would not have participated. The Wuyue Sword School did not come for any false reputation.

Bai Xiaosheng listened to the conversation between the two and sneered at the corners of his mouth. Han Ruoli instantly had a special feeling, which was so familiar...

At this time, there were the last eight people left on the field. They stood there and looked at the broken arms around them. No one was in the mood to compete. It was too cruel...

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