Meng Jingchan also fully agreed with this suggestion; if the two of them continued to be in such a stalemate, it would be very detrimental to both of them.

Because confrontation... is more energy-consuming than fighting.

Even though the two of them stood there motionless, during the conversation... every second, they were looking for opportunities to take action, and at the same time, they had to be wary of their opponents' movements. This was a great test of their concentration.

If you take too much damage here, even if you win, it may have a negative impact on subsequent battles with other players.

"Okay." When Meng Jingchan replied, he threw away the cigarette butt (he had already put away the wine bottle before taking out the cigarette), "Then I... you're welcome."

Before he finished speaking, he had already drawn his sword.

He didn't count himself among the "geniuses". He wasn't being modest, nor was he trying to act like a pig and eat the tiger.

Just like Meng Jingchan’s metaphor of genius...

He really couldn't answer the "ten questions". Even if he spent time thinking hard, he could only answer six or seven at most.

Usually, he can only answer "one question".

And that question is always about "sword".

It’s too late to say it, but it will be soon!

But when the rainbow light flashed, the figure was wrong.

The sound of the wind rustled, and it was long overdue.

This sword is faster than the sound, and the man is faster than the sword.

The scary thing is... after the sword was passed, there was no sound of gold and iron clashing in the night sky.

The only sound of breaking wind seemed to announce the failure of the attack.

But in fact... it didn't fail.

In that flash of lightning, the knife and the sword actually collided, but... one of them was cut off by the other in a "silent" state.

It's like if you use a sharp knife to suddenly cut a piece of tofu hanging in the air, it will naturally make no sound.

"Good swordsmanship." Xu Huaishang stood there, looking forward, and said in a slightly tired tone.

She did not lower her head to look at her double swords, because she knew that... the [Luo Hua] and [Fei Xu] in her hands had been broken, and she also knew that a hideous wound had been cut under her ribs.

"Ha..." Meng Jingchan appeared behind Xu Huaishang, with his back to him.

He smiled bitterly, took out a cigarette from his pocket again, and held one in his mouth: "When it comes to swordsmanship, I don't think I will lose to anyone." He took out the lighter with difficulty with the same hand.

He lit a cigarette for himself, "What a pity..."

Just when he said the word "xi", the arm holding the sword fell off from his shoulder, just like the head of the sashimi that fell off just now...

"Fu" Then, Meng Jingchan blew out smoke comfortably. As he exhaled, three short but extremely deep wounds suddenly appeared on his torso; those three wounds also looked like "blowing out smoke".

"Generally, blood spurted out in unison, forming a blood mist in the air, "So..." He turned his head, still looking decadent, "I hate fighting with you bunch of 'geniuses'...

"

After saying this, he just turned into white light and disappeared.

It wasn't until this second that Xu Huaishang relaxed slightly, knelt down on one knee, and quickly covered his wound with his hands.

She did not rush to use items or skills to heal herself. Instead, she cast her sights on the shadow under the eaves and said coldly: "You don't have to hide anymore, I knew you were there from the beginning..." Her eyes were blazing.

His tone was firm, not like a seriously injured person at all, "Since you can cooperate with them, you might as well talk to me."

After finishing speaking, a man whose face turned pale with fright walked out of the shadows.
Chapter completed!