Yang Miaozhen's move was beyond everyone's expectations. They had only seen people using their legs as a whip, but they had never seen anyone using their legs to perform spear arts.
Yang Miaozhen's legs were very long and straight, so the power of her Pear Blossom Spear was no less than a real spear. Song Qingshu was caught off guard and almost got kicked in the face.
However, with Song Qingshu's current realm, he was not panicked. He raised his palm and hit Yang Miaozhen's ankle with a slap, a flick, or a push … Every time, he hit the weakest part of Yang Miaozhen's ankle, nullifying her fierce attacks.
Yang Miaozhen did not intend to defeat Song Qingshu with her legs. Her spear art was about following the flow of nature. There was no part of her body that couldn't be used as a spear. Thus, her attacks could be continuous, exhausting her opponent.
Song Qingshu's palm happened to lift her ankle up. Yang Miaozhen used this force to somersault in mid-air. The Pear Blossom Spear that was stuck in the ground just now was already flashing with a cold light as it pierced towards Song Qingshu's chest.
"The Fourth Lady's body is really flexible!"
Song Qingshu praised inwardly. His figure had already retreated several feet. Yang Miaozhen's attack was ineffective, so she did not continue to attack. Instead, she focused her mind and looked at him in a daze.
"Fourth Lady, it's impolite not to reciprocate. I let you attack me just now. Now it's my turn, right?" Song Qingshu said with a smile as he looked at the fine sweat on Yang Miaozhen's temples.
"Please!" Yang Miaozhen also smiled gracefully, but she was not as relaxed as she appeared on her face. She had fought with Song Qingshu before, so she knew that his lightning-fast ghostly movements were the most troublesome.
"Then please be careful, Fourth Lady." Just as Song QingShu finished speaking, his entire body had already transformed into an afterimage. Before the people below the stage could even realize what had happened, the place where Yang Miaozhen was standing had already exploded with a snow-white sparkle of spears.
"Mother, where did Song Qingshu go? I only saw the Fourth Lady brandishing her spear on the stage alone." Guo Fu's eyes widened in shock. Her gaze darted around, but she couldn't see Song Qingshu at all.
Huang Rong's face was filled with deep shock. How could a person's speed be so fast?
Hearing her daughter's questions, Huang Rong pointed to the stage with a complicated look in her eyes. "He's always been there. It's just that you can't see him because he's too fast."
Guo Fu was startled and quickly focused on Yang Miaozhen's surroundings. Under her mother's guidance, she finally caught a glimpse of a grey shadow, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. Guo Fu wanted to look again, but her eyes felt sore and she was seeing stars. She couldn't help but be shocked, "Is he a human or a ghost?"
Huang Rong's face suddenly turned red, and she secretly spat in her heart. Of course it was a ghost, and a pervert at that.
Yang Miaozhen, who was in the center of the storm, felt it even more strongly. Her eyesight was naturally ten thousand times better than Guo Fu's, but it was still very difficult for her to catch Song Qingshu's figure. In the end, she simply closed her eyes. In this kind of situation, it didn't make a difference whether she could see or not. It was better to use her heart to feel the flow of the surrounding air and the changes in Song Qingshu's Qi.
If the Pear Blossom Spear's power was ten points on normal days, then Yang Miaozhen's current state of mind was as calm as water. The Pear Blossom Spear's power was 120%.
Pear blossoms bloomed one after another, protecting Yang Miaozhen's body. Each pear blossom was condensed from her True Qi. No matter how fast Song Qingshu was, if he wanted to attack her, he would have to break through these pear blossoms.
As for the pear blossoms that Yang Miaozhen released, each pear blossom was connected to her own Qi. She knew which pear blossom was shattered, which pear blossom was moved away, which pear blossom had abnormal Qi around it … Her heart was as clear as a mirror.
Therefore, although Song Qingshu was fast, she could predict his attack angle and attack trajectory from the shattered pear blossoms. Therefore, although Yang Miaozhen couldn't see her opponent, she was still standing in the arena, like a small boat in the middle of a storm. It seemed dangerous, but she was always able to avert danger.
All the heroes of Jianghu were dazzled by everything that was happening on the stage. They had all witnessed Yang Miaozhen's exquisite spear technique with their own eyes. The sky full of pear blossoms had been suppressing Shi Potian. They didn't expect that the tables would turn so quickly. Now, she was the one who was bitterly defending, and was trapped three feet away from her opponent.
The Qing Gong displayed by Song Qingshu was really beyond the knowledge of most of the people present. Immediately, discussions broke out among them. They all felt that with this Qing Gong, he was already in an undefeatable position. It was really hard to say who would win the Golden Snake King this time.
The people of Red Flower Society clearly had the same worries. Yu Wanting was still able to keep his composure, but Wen Tailai couldn't help but ask the little girl not far away, "Miss Ah Qing, this little thief surnamed Song is so fast, do you have a way to deal with him?"
Ah Qing was focused on eating an apple. Hearing his words, she cast a glance at the arena and said with a smile, "It's easy, just fill the arena with Sword Qi."
Ah Qing's answer made the surrounding people speechless. Other than you, who else had this kind of ability? However, what she said was not without reason. Just like the omnipresent sunlight, when the entire arena was filled with Sword Qi, no matter how fast Song Qingshu's speed was, he had nowhere to run.
Wen Tailai couldn't help but look at Yu Wanting, both seeing the joy in each other's eyes. They thought that if this brat Song Qingshu dared to use this move against Ah Qing next time, he would be seeking his own death.
Just at this moment, the two people on the arena suddenly separated. Looking at Yang Miaozhen who was slightly panting, Song Qingshu praised in admiration, "I didn't think that you could think of this move to deal with my speed." Even though the others thought that he had the upper hand, he himself was clear that in the previous round of attacks, he didn't have any advantage.
"Thank you for your praise, Young Master." Yang Miaozhen had a proud expression. After suffering a loss at the hands of Song Qingshu last time, she had spent a lot of effort to research a way to deal with him. Thus, she was able to deal with him with ease this time.
"But doing this really consumes a lot of True Qi. If I continue to attack, how long can you last?" Song Qingshu's gaze involuntarily fell on Yang Miaozhen's chest which was rising and falling due to her panting.
Noticing Song Qingshu's gaze, not only did Yang Miaozhen not avoid it, but she purposely puffed out her chest as if she didn't care at all. Her voice suddenly became flirtatious, "Young Master, do you really have the heart to bully me every time with your speed? Even if you win like this, it's still an unfair victory. I will never be convinced. "
"Aiya, when can I change this temperament of mine." Song Qingshu scolded himself inwardly. Then, he smiled and said, "Then how does Fourth Lady want to compete?"
Yang Miaozhen's eyes turned. She picked up her spear and drew four footprints on the ground, "Here, we will fight in this circle. Whoever's feet leave this circle will be the loser. How about it?"
"Like this?" Song Qingshu deliberately hesitated.
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