"Hey, it seems that there is no chance for us to appear." The man spread his hands boredly.

"Aren't you talking nonsense? The prince has been on his own, and will you still let you go up and show off?"

The members of the Demon City chatted aside. The prince was about to complete the feat of one-two and win with such a crushing attitude. They really felt it was too boring.

Zhao Yinyue walked up slowly with heavy steps. She tried her best to take a deep breath, trying her best to calm her mood.

She understands that she is not an opponent, but even so, she must do her best to fight and not embarrass Yecheng!

Suddenly she turned her head and looked at the entrance of the venue, with a little hope in her eyes.

"Why, you still have expectations for the trash who escaped in the last battle?"

"He's not a waste."

Zhao Yinyue turned her head and her eyes were extremely firm, "Come on, maybe I can't beat you, but it may not make you win easily."

"Cousin, please rest, let me get in this game!"

Dong Ruoshan looked at the lonely girl opposite, and a vicious smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Sister also wants to experience the feeling of humiliating the other person, okay~"

Dong Mingxuan said coldly: "Don't embarrass me."

Taking the initiative to substitution will not be regarded as a failure. Dongmingxuan can still continue to play later, but he cannot tolerate any failure.

"The demon city side took the initiative to make a substitution. What kind of sparks can they create, the two female players Zhao Yinyue and Dong Ruoshan who are about to confront each other?"

After Qin Yu finished reading it, he went to the backstage to ask the staff, but what he got was news that Lin Zhian had not arrived yet.

No, boss, I'm so disappointed at the critical moment. If you haven't come yet after this game, then I can only announce the news that the Demon City will win a great victory... She thought so in her heart.

In the center of the venue, the battle between the two women has begun.

Zhao Yinyue held a thin sword, but Dong Ruoshan's spiritual weapon was a folding fan. This was the most even battle in the entire martial arts competition. The two sides fought together, and the sword fans intersected and roared continuously. There was no way to tell which one was better or worse.

Finally, there was a showdown that was not a crushing match, and the fighter was still a pretty girl. The audience looked at her fighting hard, uh... maybe they just fell in love with her appearance and breasts, but that didn't matter. In short, there were still quite enthusiastic inspiration sounds.

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

The sound is like a wave, continuous and continuous.

In fact, sometimes women are more competitive than men, especially when they meet women who are better-looking than themselves. Now Dong Ruoshan has this mentality. The iron fan is waving a fatal move, and she wishes she could scratch a few blood marks on the other party's beautiful face.

I have to say that the two women are quite ornamental when fighting. One person dances with a sharp sword and is agile and lightweight, and the other person folds the fan and opens and closes the green skirt flutters. But Dong Ruoshan is not in the mood to enjoy this battle. She just wants to defeat the other party as fast as possible, otherwise she will definitely be scolded by her cousin.

"What is she doing?"

The audience was stunned because while playing, Dong Ruoshan suddenly danced on the spot, with her skirt fluttering, her figure slim, and her elegant and beautiful movements were eye-catching.

"Senior Sister Dong uses this move, and that woman will definitely lose."

"Haha, and you'll lose quite miserably."

This is not just dancing. During each dance pose, she would wave an iron fan. Every time she waved, dozens of silver needles would fly out.

"Spiritual Art·Iron Fan Thousand Dance"

In an instant, hundreds of silver needles shot towards Zhao Yinyue. These silver needles did not come from the front, but attacked the target without dead corners from 360 degrees all over the body. They poured down and showed the momentum of a heavy rain of pear blossoms.

"What, Zhao Yinyue did not choose to defend on the spot, but instead approached the countless silver needles very aggressively and rushed towards the other party!" The commentator's tone was quite excited.

That's right, her goal is to defeat the other party and win a victory!

It was this firm belief that made her choose to attack in the most risky way.

She leaned over and rushed forward, her figure was like a flowing cloud, her sword kept waving in her hands, and as her clothes flew, the sound of sparks bursting in her ears.

The distance between the two is indeed shrinking, but at the cost of it, she completely gave up the defense behind her!

"I'm simply a crazy woman!" Dong Ruoshan looked solemn and continued to increase the output of spiritual power.

Silver needles pierced into Zhao Yinyue's back, piercing her clothes and delicate skin. In just two seconds, a large piece of heart-shaking bright red was stained on her back.

Zhao Yinyue endured such severe pain, sweating profusely, and her face became extremely pale, but she did not stop.

"Uhhhh!"

As if to give the weak self a last breath, Zhao Yinyue roared out, then used all her spiritual power to fly the iron fan in Dong Ruoshan's hand, and then stabbed it out with a quick sword!

Facing this sword, Dong Ruoshan obviously had no strength to resist.

But at this moment, a man blocked her and clamped the sword with two fingers lightly, making it unable to make any progress.

"you......"

"cousin!?"

The two of them made a surprise sound at the same time, because it was the prince of the Demon City, Dongmingxuan, who came up. His sudden intervention immediately aroused public anger, and countless condemnations rang out around them.

And he just said three words lightly.

“Get down.”

This is what Dong Ruoshan said.

"Cousin, I can still..."

"roll!"

Dong Mingxuan's sudden scolding made the woman in the green skirt tremble all over her body, and he continued, "Do you still think it's not embarrassing enough?"

"Yes..." Dong Ruoshan left the stage in disgrace.

The voice of the host Qin Yu sounded, "According to the competition rules, due to Dong Mingxuan's forced intervention, Dong Ruoshan lost in this game, and the Night City team won the first victory."

The exciting first victory came, but the millions of viewers in front of the TV were not happy at all, because the suffocating pressure from the Prince of the Demon City had already come through the screen, asking this seriously injured girl to face the most powerful enemy, and the result was self-evident.

Some people even hope that Zhao Yinyue would admit defeat so that she would not have to be hurt or be humiliated again.

"Then continue, the next game."

The girl gave the answer, she was determined and had no sign of retreat.

"Okay, backbone."

Dong Mingxuan curled a smile on his lips, "Don't worry, I won't let you lose too quickly."

As the whistle sounded, the most heart-wrenching competition began.

Dong Ruoshan dragged her seriously injured body and launched a quick attack on Dong Mingxuan. She took a quick and sharp sword, and her clothes stained with blood had a different kind of beauty.

But attacking, but it does not cause any substantial effect.

Dong Mingxuan used only one right hand to block her full attack. He stood there motionlessly, blocking all the attacks while his palm flew, and even had a hint of playfulness and joking on his face, as if he was playing with the other party.

I don’t know how long it took to fight, but Zhao Yinyue’s attack finally stopped. Her spiritual power had been completely exhausted...

"What, this is not possible?" Dong Mingxuan shook his head, "It's my turn."

After saying that, he flicked his finger at the air casually.

Bang!

A dull sonic boom sounded, and Zhao Yinyue spewed out a mouthful of blood. Her body was bounced out dozens of meters by an extremely powerful spiritual power, and finally fell on the field, leaving a long blood mark.

“Um…”

She struggled to get up, but the pain all over her body did not allow her to do so.

The blood and dirt mixed with dirt stained her face, but the stubborn Zhao Yinyue was still unwilling to admit defeat. She tried again and again, which made the audience feel distressed.

"Sorry, the game of torture the weak is over."

Dong Mingxuan bounced another finger, and the nearly substantial spiritual power broke out into the air and rushed towards Zhao Yinyue's forehead. The oncoming pressure made her almost breathless. She wanted to mobilize her spiritual power to resist, but she couldn't even lift her hands.

"Really...has you just lost like this..."
Chapter completed!