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Chapter 28 Battle

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    Du Chuan was trampled back into the shadow of Luo Jiujiang's knife by Han Qianling's top-to-bottom kick.

    Even if the beating didn't slap the face, Du Chuan couldn't dodge it in time, and was stepped on the face firmly with a foot, almost going crazy in his heart.  Immediately, he rushed out of Luo Jiujiang's saber formation with three or two injuries, his eyes were red and he roared: "You are deceiving people too much! You two are just practicing Qi, do you really think that I let you be afraid of you?"

    Luo Jiujiang said with a long laugh: "You don't need to let me, I'm afraid you can't escape the ability of 'refining Qi'."

    Before the words fell, the blade had arrived.

    Du Chuan sneered, his heart became ruthless, and his spirits rose, forgetting about the powerful master, the momentary humiliation, and the previous fear of Han Qianling's temporary hood, all he wanted to do was give these two ignorant  The little cub is a little nicer.

    He did lose the last battle, but it was only because he was too careless to let these two boys gain the upper hand, and the other party decided to use the trick taught by the high-strength monk.  However, it was different at this time. He had been prepared for a long time, and he didn't believe that such a move that had a huge negative effect on the body could be used again in such a short period of time. He didn't believe

    He doesn't believe

    Before he could finish his thoughts, Luo Jiujiang's long knife was like a spirit snake. He hit the flaws in his sword in twos and twos, kicked the tip of his sword away with his legs, and opened the empty door of his chest and abdomen.  Mercilessly, he directly grabbed his sword-holding right shoulder!

    When the blade pierced into the flesh and the coldness had not yet turned into severe pain, there was only one thought in Du Chuan's mind: He wants to torture and kill me!

    He has no time to think about how Luo Jiujiang has changed so much since he hasn't seen him for a few days. His moves can suppress his flaws, and he even forgot that this is the scene of the Seven Islands Competition, how much Luo Jiujiang loves it  Trouble will take this as the final location.

    Du Chuan was just judging others by himself, and at this moment, he completely brought into his usual thinking: first hurt his right hand to cripple his resistance, then break his legs to cut off the way of escape, and then let him do whatever he wanted  It was all too familiar, because he had done it to other people for many years.

    However, as far as Luo Jiujiang was concerned, he picked Du Chuan's right shoulder just because it was not a critical point, and he didn't need to deliberately control his strength when he poked it.

    Group competitions have always been a place to resolve personal grievances, and if no lives are hurt, the judges will generally turn a blind eye.

    If he got Du Chuan injured, it would be a trivial matter in the competition;  If Chuan's head is gone, it will be a well-documented tragedy.

    Having hollowed out Luo Jiujiang's brain, he wouldn't do it so obviously.

    The brackish and bitter water under the sea surface was icy cold, and the sunlight penetrated through the layers of water waves, and when it reached the sea area where the three of them were, there was only a little shaking shadow left.  From time to time, fish swam past the three of them, turning curiously in Du Chuan's blood diluted by seawater before swimming away.

    Du Chuan subconsciously pressed the incision on his right shoulder, looked around in a daze, only to find that his teammates had left at some point.

    When did they leave?  Why is there no one around?  What about his teammates?

    There was a small sound from behind Du Chuan, and he turned his head suddenly, but only saw Han Qianling with a cold expression, as if nothing was on his mind.

    An inexplicable and strong fear suddenly broke out in Du Chuan's heart. He thought that he and his teammates had gone deep after chasing the school of swordfish, and there might not be many people in the waters here.  A few bloody fragments that he personally made with the knife flashed through his mind quickly, and he thought of the few tricks he ordered to push out to feed the sharks not long ago

    He remembered how his younger brother fell to the ground under Han Qianling's blow, and remembered the feeling of fear that that move brought to him.

    He was born on the Seven Islands, and has been playing in the sea since he was a child. He considers himself the son of the sea. The salty sea breeze is as exciting and friendly as blood.  But now, as if someone pressed his head and forced him to change his perspective, Du Chuan discovered for the first time in his life that the depths of the sea were cold and quiet and terrifying.

    Before Luo Jiujiang's second knife fell, Du Chuan roared like crazy, and slammed into the blade, holding the blade with his flexible left hand without hesitation.  Blood flowed down Luo Jiujiang's blade, and fainted in the sea water one by one, but from Du Chuan's distorted expression, he seemed unaware of it.

    The next moment, a strange and huge bubble exploded from Du Chuan's body, which took him like an arrow off the string, and rushed to the surface of the sea in the blink of an eye.

    Luo Jiujiang blocked it subconsciously, but his speed was too slow to stop him.??Going to show them.  "

    He usually speaks in a calm tone, and even the fluctuation of his voice is precisely maintained within a certain limit.  No matter what words passed his mouth, they all became taken for granted.  Even if he was asked to sing in this tone for a long time, it sounds convincing.

    Luo Jiujiang has always known that Han Qianling has a great arrogance, but even though he has figured out the other party's taste, temper and even the number of times he gets up at night, he never expected that this arrogance would be able to respond at this time.

    He took a deep look at Han Qianling, knowing that this was not his own illusion. Qianling's personality has changed a bit recently.

    More decisive, more arrogant, and mysterious.

    "It's up to you." Luo Jiujiang was also unambiguous, stood up, and touched his knife with his backhand.

    The number of times the two of them feed each other on weekdays is also innumerable, but they have never deliberately won or lost before.  This match was more serious than ever.

    The swords collided from time to time, bursting out a few unsupported sparks in the night.  The two of them understood each other as if they understood themselves.  They know each other's subconscious habits, and they are used to seeing each other's actions of withdrawing their swords and swords, and the empty door when they stretch their arms and bend their elbows.  This confrontation was extremely dangerous, but it was also extremely long. Every stab was like a decisive move, and every collision concealed a raging undercurrent.

    In the end, Luo Jiujiang narrowly won by half.

    All of them had scrape scars on their faces, paint on their bodies, and needed a change of clothes.  This was a hearty battle, but the two of them didn't try their best. They both knew this well, because they both still had the bottom-of-the-box tricks that they couldn't use.

    But is the ultimate move aimed at friends?  It will never face the opponent, it will only point precisely at the enemy.

    Luo Jiujiang put the knife back into its sheath, pulled Han Qianling and sat directly on the ground.  The originally flat and delicate courtyard was ruined by the two of them.  Luo Jiujiang searched in the storage bag for a long time, and finally found two small altars of fine wine.

    "I stole it from Master while he wasn't paying attention. He always loved wine, and I laughed at him. Now it seems that there is a reason for his love of wine." Luo Jiujiang patted Kaifeng Ni, and poured down a big gulp of strong wine,  Like a knife, it burned from the throat into the stomach, swallowed it with joy, and exhaled a burst of pride.

    Han Qianling looked at the wine jar stuffed into his arms expressionlessly, and finally drank it.  The way he drinks is very elegant, and his delicate and delicate face is covered with a thin layer of moonlight. Even if he is sitting in the mud in an unseemly way, he looks like a jade statue.

    The opponent can predict every step of his behavior, and such a contest will generally only make people extremely aggrieved.  However, the more Luo Jiujiang played, the happier he became, and the more excited he became, until now he would drink wine to accompany him.

    "I've never really competed before I'm so happy when I win?"

    "Are you unhappy?" Luo Jiujiang smiled and turned his head sideways, "I didn't compare you as an opponent. When I fought just now, I always used you as my half body and my other hand."

    "It's hard to know yourself in this world. You know me so well, and I know you so well. I'm so happy." Luo Jiujiang raised his head and took another sip, his voice full of joy and pleasure.

    This night, the bright moon was like a wheel, and under the dreamlike silver light, Han Qianling silently stared at Luo Jiujiang for a long time.

    "I'm happy too." He said.

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    Originally, Luo Jiujiang was still thinking about how Han Qianling could avoid the final competition, but on the second day, Han Qianling went up in a full body color, and even his pulse was strong and sometimes weak, claiming that his spiritual energy went astray when he was practicing the day before  Meridians.

    Others felt sorry or gloated at being fooled by him, but only Luo Jiujiang could tell at a glance that he was faking it.

    It seems that he really dislikes meeting Luo Jiujiang's soldiers in public, even if it's just a competition of a selection nature.

    Yue Qinghui and Dong Shuangyu failed to enter the top ten, of course there are regrets, but the prizes for the top twenty are also considered generous.  The top ten in the final competition will be rewarded with entering the secret realm for three days of cultivation. Together with the other dozen or so people, they watched the ten winners enter the secret realm.

    Before that, Dong Shuangyu took a look at Du Chuan with a pale complexion, and frowned slightly as if thinking of something.

    "What's wrong?" Yue Qinghui sensed his emotions in time.

    "The eldest son of the Du family, I'm afraid he won't stop easily."

    "Huh?" Yue Qinghui looked Du Chuan up and down several times, but still didn't see anything, "Since the group game that withdrew midway, Du Chuan has been very quiet, he must have been discouraged.  "

    Dong Shuangyu shook his head lightly: "If the same thing really happens, Mr. Luo will be able to correct his mistakes, and Mr. Han will not be surprised; I will stop the loss in time, and it doesn't matter if you cover your head and this Mr. Du, I think  He has the appearance of a trapped beast." (Remember this website website: www.hlnovel.com)"It's me who stops the loss in time, and you don't care if it's you who cover your head And this Mr. Du, I think he looks like a trapped animal."  "(Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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