On the stage, Yang Miaozhen was also frowning. In front of her storm-like attacks, Shi Potian didn't have much strength to fight back. However, every time her Pear Blossom Spear stabbed into his body, his body would surge up with a protective Zhen Qi, and her spear would be shaken off and slide to the side.
Sooner or later, this kind of fighting method will exhaust me to death …
This thought flashed through Yang Miaozhen's mind. She also made a prompt decision, and quickly gave up on continuing this crazy bombardment of attacks. She withdrew her spear and retreated to a corner of the arena, quietly looking at Shi Potian in the distance.
Yang Miaozhen was tall and slender. At this moment, she was standing straight on the protruding pillar at the edge of the stage. Her bright red cloak was fluttering in the wind, revealing her curvaceous body that was outlined by her tight clothes. The group of Jianghu warriors below the stage swallowed their saliva. "The Fourth Lady's body is really sexy. If any man could climb into her bed, wouldn't he die of sexual bliss?"
Just now, Shi Potian instinctively waved his saber to protect his body. Therefore, after Yang Miaozhen retreated, he still waved his saber in the air for a while. He didn't realize it until he heard the laughter from below the stage. He couldn't help but rub the back of his head.
"This silly boy is really simple and honest."
Yang Miaozhen also couldn't help but laugh. She thought for a moment, then took the Pear Blossom Spear out of her hand. The Pear Blossom Spear suddenly became a Pear Blossom Stick.
As soon as she did this, everyone in the field looked at her in confusion. Those who couldn't see the reason for the fight just now all gave her a thumbs up, thinking that she was generous and didn't want to take advantage of the weapon. Those who could see the reason for the fight just now secretly frowned. If she couldn't break through Shi Potian's defense even with the spear head, then wouldn't it be even more hopeless to take the spear head off?
"I'm going to attack. Young Hero Shi, please be careful." After Yang Miaozhen finished speaking, she gracefully leapt in front of Shi Potian. Shi Potian hastily raised his blade to meet her attack. Who would have thought that Yang Miaozhen didn't directly attack his body like a moment ago, instead, she directly stabbed Shi Potian's wrist which was holding the blade.
Although the weapon in Yang Miaozhen's hand seemed to be rolling, she was still using the Pear Blossom Spear Art. Her spear art was extremely exquisite. Shi Potian didn't even have time to react before he felt his wrist go numb. He almost couldn't hold the short blade in his hand anymore. However, his body protecting Zhen Qi automatically counterattacked and shook off the tip of Yang Miaozhen's stick.
All of this was within Yang Miaozhen's expectations. She immediately changed her move. Her spear was like a swimming dragon, directly piercing towards his eyes.
Shi Potian couldn't help but be shocked, no matter how powerful his Zhen Qi was, it would not be able to protect his fragile eyes, so he hastily put away his blade to protect his eyes. Who would have thought that Yang Miaozhen's attack was just a feint, the spear changed its direction midway, and with a 'pa' sound, Shi Potian felt his wrist go numb again, he was once again stabbed in the same place as before.
Shi Potian was a natural born martial arts genius. His fighting instinct made him clench his teeth and bear the pain while holding his blade. He took the opportunity to slide along the spear's body. If Yang Miaozhen didn't let go of the spear, he probably wouldn't even be able to save his fingers.
However, Yang Miaozhen had been immersed in the Pear Blossom Spear Art for more than ten years, the spear in her hand had already become a part of her body. She calmly patted the spear's handle with her palm, and with a 'whoosh' sound, the spear flew out of her hand. Yang Miaozhen took advantage of the recoil force to bend her waist, and her whole body somersaulted backwards, cleverly dodging Shi Potian's blade. Her raised legs just happened to clamp the tail of the spear, and the spear swept towards the back of Shi Potian's head. Shi Potian didn't have enough time to dodge, and with a 'pa' sound, he was hit so hard that he started seeing stars. Although he was protected by his Zhen Qi and didn't receive any real damage, but the pain was still very painful.
"Good!"
After a short period of shock, thunderous applause and cheers sounded from below the ring, and frivolous whistles could be heard from time to time. After all, the flexibility of Yang Miaozhen's body just now really made people's imagination run wild.
Song Qingshu smiled and nodded. He had really underestimated her. He didn't expect that she would choose such a smart strategy. No wonder she had to take off the spear head, otherwise, Shi Potian's tendons wouldn't be able to be saved.
Although Shi Potian looked stupid, when it came to fighting instinct, he was actually a rare genius. He also understood that every time Yang Miaozhen attacked, the target was actually his wrist.
However, understanding was one thing, whether or not he could dodge was another thing. Although Shi Potian had cultivated an amazing internal force due to all kinds of coincidences, but because he hadn't had the time to go to the Isle of Heroes, he hadn't learned any martial arts that matched his internal force. Right now, when he was fighting against Yang Miaozhen, he was only relying on his fighting instinct.
However, Yang Miaozhen's Pear Blossom Spear Art had been meticulously refined by generations of people. The spear head was constantly changing, and at the same time, it was also good at confusing the enemy. It could be said that Shi Potian had suffered a lot, he was often deceived by Yang Miaozhen's feints. Although his reaction was amazingly fast, and he could often dodge Yang Miaozhen's following moves, it was impossible for him to be so lucky every time.
As the two of them fought faster and faster, Shi Potian's wrist was hit more and more. In the beginning, it was only slightly numb, but Yang Miaozhen's attacks would hit the same spot every time. Shi Potian's protective Zhen Qi finally couldn't hold on any longer. His wrist was getting more and more painful, and he almost couldn't hold the curved blade in his hand anymore.
Pop!
A clear sound was heard. Obviously, Shi Potian's wrist was hit again. A curved blade flew up into the sky, spun for a few times, then fell down and stabbed into the floor not far away. The blade kept shaking, letting out waves of mournful sounds, obviously telling the owner's unwillingness.
"I lost." Shi Potian scratched his hair in annoyance, which made his already untidy hair even messier.
"Thank you for letting me win." Yang Miaozhen slightly gasped for breath, then finally let out a sigh of relief. This young man was like a freak, his internal force seemed to be endless. If they really fought for a while longer, she might be the first one to fall down.
Huang Rong, who had walked onto the stage, looked at Yang Miaozhen with appreciation, and said with a clear voice, "Miss Yang, in order to avoid hurting young warrior Shi's hand tendons, you purposely took off the spear head. You would rather suffer a loss, your kindness is really admirable."
Only then did all the warriors realize what was going on, and they all cheered. Women were always popular in the martial world, not to mention that Yang Miaozhen was such a beautiful woman.
"The last match of the third round, please welcome Miss Ah Qing and young master Xu Zhu." As Huang Rong's voice sounded, the audience gradually quieted down. Finally, the main event was coming.
The previous two matches had been aborted, which had aroused everyone's interest. The fight between Yang Miaozhen and Shi Potian was also very exciting, so the warriors in the martial world were looking forward to the last match.
On one side was a young girl with a terrifying natural sword Qi, and on the other side was a young monk who seemed to be proficient in the 72 Ultimate Martial Arts of Shaolin. Neither of them was weak, so it was destined to be a good show.
"Little monk, don't cry if it hurts." Ah Qing looked at Xu Zhu with a smile. She waved her bamboo stick, and a dozens of meters long sword Qi chopped towards Xu Zhu.
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