Chapter 115 Night Cat Fighting Flowers and Butterflies

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The barely first-class master fights on the stage. Naturally, the pure spectators under the ring are quite interested and cheering loudly from time to time, and some candidates finally can't stand it. At this time, it is a rare master who comes to the stage.

The last fight had already been interrupted by the result of Wenbi, and the victory or defeat was divided after entanglement with each other for a long time. Therefore, regardless of victory or defeat, they all walked off the stage.

A young player who wanted to take the lead on the stage without a real master to take the stage, before the two players landed, another one quickly jumped into the high ring and looked proudly under the stage, waiting for his opponent to compete on the stage.

However, this time he unfortunately met a tough hand. In the Wubi camp, a handsome teenager with black clothes and black trousers and a pale face jumped on the Wubi ring and fell silently.

The young man in black stood on the ring with his hands empty, and a pair of falcons-like sharp eyes shot at the young swordsman opposite him. The chill that forced the young man trembled with fear and said that he was unlucky in his heart, which would be humiliated.

The young swordsman who came on the stage first punched the man in black and said with a smile, "My brother's surname is Ye. May I ask this brother's name?"

The young man in black threw the selected iron medal to the guard who inspected the card, and coldly squeezed out a few words between his teeth and said, "Do you go down by yourself, or do you?"

In the clear day, the young man on the opposite side couldn't help but feel a cold wind blowing. He shivered uncomsuredly again and said with a forced smile, "Since you are on stage, how can you escape without trying."

The young man in black nodded and said, "Please go first!"

"You'd better go first!"

The young man in black bent his legs slightly and gently touched the ring, and he shot at his opponent like an arrow off the string. Suddenly, with a "bang" in his hand, there was already a thin and long sword, but his weapon turned out to be a soft sword wrapped around his waist.

Master, really a master! This soft sword does not have a certain foundation. Even if it does not hurt itself, it can't use it freely and hurt the enemy for a moment.

The young swordsman's eyes were afraid. The soft sword in the man's hand in black had been set straight on his neck. As long as the sword shook slightly, there would be an extra opening in his neck.

And now, this soft sword, mounted on his neck, is as straight as a hard steel sword, and does not tremble. How strong internal force and deep foundation does it need?

The young swordsman was not clear. He only knew that the sword in his hand had not yet come out of its sheath, and the man in black had put the sword on his neck. It's really a failure. It's a mess. It's a shame. If you had known this, why did you come to this limelight?

The young sword came out in cold sweat and soaked his clothes. He smiled bitterly and said, "The speed of this brother's body is simply incredible. Ye is convinced that he lost."

The man in black nodded and shook the soft sword in his hand. A thin white light flashed, buzzed and inserted it back to his waist. When he looked at the man in black, he stood coldly on the ring with his hands behind his back and looked contemptuously at the martial arts contestants under the stage, especially those who performed with domineering knives.

The unlucky guy who didn't even pull out his sword was slightly stiff and had not yet fought. He was already exhausted. He wiped the cold sweat on his face, stepped on the ring awkwardly, and ran away from the crowd.

With applause, the long-lost thunderstorm sounded, which is the treatment that real warriors deserve.

Several young people who did not give up thought that it was just because of the young man's negligence. As long as they were careful, they might not lose and dared to come to power.

As a result, whether it was the first move or the sword was danced to the man in black, he put it on his neck or hit his wrist. The weapons were not guaranteed, and they all jumped up to the stage in confusion.

His speed is really too fast, and his black and white face is like a real fierce ghost from Jiuyou.

In the thunderous sound, the players in the Wubi camp were moved again and looked at the two masters of the domineering knife and the white scholar, hoping that they would come to the stage for a wonderful dragon and tiger fight.

However, who will easily appear before the final duel and expose his family background?

On the ring, General Heijia, who was in charge of the invigilator, shook his head helplessly and sighed, "It seems that another incense should be wasted. Can't they consciously have a little more happy?"

The spectators who heard him speak and the princes and princesses in the colorful shed all shook their heads laughingly. Whether he was reluctant to waste a branch of incense, or did he feel that they were too boring.

After just finishing less than a quarter, another young chivalrous man couldn't calm down and gently entered the ring.

"Good job! Go up and defeat him!"

At the bottom of the ring, there is a thunderous sound. Under the accumulation of power, the players who dare to compete on the stage are at least first-class masters. Good play, it will be staged again!

The young man who has just appeared on the stage is wearing a colorful samurai suit with gold and silver silk threads. This dress is rare in this young chivalrous and handsome solid dress. Holding a long whip in his hand, it is also a colorful golden whip wrapped in gold and silver silk, like holding a colorful flower snake.

The clothes are weird, and the weapons are also weird.

The man in black shrugged his eyebrows and said, "You are a butterfly - Hua Fei?"

Hua Fei laughed and said, "I didn't expect that Ye Wuying, the famous night cat in the world, would know my humble name. It's really an honor."

The man in black nodded and said coldly, "Don't talk nonsense. Let's start now."

The master made a move, and the competition was a little first opportunity, so the two did not say who to make the move first, all based on real kung fu.

The man in black slowly pulled out the soft sword wrapped around his waist and pointed diagonally at the wooden board in the ring. The soft sword shook up and down, staring at Hua Fei. Never ignore the opportunity, even if it is only the flash of the lightning of the sword, maybe this is the opportunity to take the opportunity.

Hua Fei shook the soft whip in his hand, making it move slowly, shaking like a live snake, and also staring at the night shadow. Together with the long whip in his hand, he was like two poisonous snakes waiting for the opportunity.

The whip and sword were short, so Hua Fei moved first, and the long whip in his hand rolled up to Ye Wuying's neck. People who have seen snakes prey know that as long as they are entangled by snakes, they will become tighter and tighter. They will never stop if they don't wrap their prey's tendons to break and stop breathing.

Ye Wuying flashed in his eyes and his body flashed. When Hua Fei raised his hand, he shot at him like an arrow, and the soft sword in his hand stabbed Hua Fei's throat.

Hit the snake as the key seven inches and its head, smashing its head, and it can no longer hurt people with its venomous teeth.

Huafei's body rotated, spinning like a butterfly dancing, and the long whip in his hand was wrapped around, and the electric fire came, as fast and flexible as a snake preying.

Ye Wuying had approached him. Hua Fei threw the soft whip in his hand, dancing like a silkworm cocoon, wrapping himself tightly in the middle and waiting for the opportunity to bite at any time.

This is like a poisonous snake basin holding its head high, waiting for the opportunity to hurt the enemy. No wonder his whip is called the flower snake whip.

Ye Wuying attacked several times, and was swung away by the dense whip shadows, staring at the endless rotation in front of him, the colorful light and shadow. Ye Wuying felt that his eyes were also going to be dazzled. Knowing that he could no longer stay close to him, he suddenly bent his feet and stepped back.

Hua Fei waited for this moment, and the long whip in his hand wrapped around Ye Wuying's feet. Just now, he still rotated his body and lived in a basin. When he said it, he changed, and in an hour, he stretched out and wrapped himself tightly.

The soft sword in Ye Wuying's hand shook, shaking a piece of sword net, and also wrapped around the whip that followed him. Both of them were strange soft weapons, and they were intertwined together in an moment. With a "bang", they dispersed again, but no one could pester anyone.

Ye Wuying retreated safely with the soft sword in his hand and whipped back from afar from time to time. With such a tone, he recovered the dazzling discomfort that had just been wrapped around him.

The long whip of the flower flying far away can't help but be as flexible as the shadow of a cat. Suddenly, he turned back to the whip, like a colorful butterfly, and wrapped close to the shadow of the night.

Ye Wuying frowned. If he couldn't resist the dazzling of his close-fitting green clothes, he was afraid he would be defeated.

Hua Fei is not much different from his body, coupled with the tight pursuit, and Ye Wuying not only has the dazzling golden light in front of him, but also has a way to solve it. Several times, he was so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes and narrowly broke a few pieces of black cloth.

The spectators under the ring can't see who wins or loses, but they always see that it is the flower shadow chasing, the shadow dodging, and a few pieces of broken black cloth flying up from time to time. They all know that this flower butterfly in green clothes has the upper hand. And they have always only cheered for the winners, and the sound of applause is to cheer for the flowers and butterflies.

"Good job of flowers and butterflies! My brother really didn't misread you. Work harder to strip the night owl's hair first and then leave it off the stage!"

"The butterfly is powerful, play this black cat to death."

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Under the pursuit of Hua Fei's whip shadow, Ye Wuying was forced to close his eyes and dance the sword net several times before forcing the chasing Hua Fei back. Several times, he closed his eyes and almost injured Hua Fei, forcing him back.

Hua Fei was almost injured by him several times and no longer dared to approach him rashly. He simply wrapped him tightly. He only attacked when he closed his eyes and still moves. Sure enough, one blow worked and wrapped a piece of clothing on his leg. If it hadn't been for Ye Wuying's quick reaction, the soft sword would stabbed Hua Fei's throat. The throat made this plan to surround Wei and save Zhao, so that this leg was preserved.

Ye Wuying jumped back in confusion, didn't have time to recover his blurred eyes, and Huafei wrapped up like a shadow.

Ye Wuying closed his eyes with a wry smile and splashed the soft sword in his hand, blocking the key points around him.

Hua Fei smiled and wrapped the long whip in his hand around Ye Wuying's legs, bullying him for the time being, intending to wrap him to the ground in one fell.

The whip was soft and silent, but the soft sword kept shaking and the sword wind roared. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Hua Fei really wrapped Ye Wuying's legs with a whip, and his face was overjoyed.

But after only a while, he couldn't laugh and pulled it, but Ye Wuying's body did not fall on the ring as he wanted, but used his strength to put the soft sword in his hand on his neck.

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