"This Song QingShu is really good at harming women." Noticing Yang Miaozhen's blushing face, Huang Rong felt weird. She couldn't help but glare at Song Qingshu, only to find that he was also looking at her. Huang Rong was so scared that she quickly looked away. She quickly walked to the stage and concluded the battle. Then, she announced the start of the next battle.
Ah Qing versus Yang Guo!
"Big brother, what happened to your arm?" Ah Qing stared at Yang Guo's empty sleeve and asked curiously.
Yang Guo frowned. His broken arm had become a sore spot. If someone stared at it, he couldn't help but want to teach them a lesson, let alone ask them directly.
But seeing Ah Qing's innocent face and how natural it was, Yang Guo didn't get angry. He just replied coldly, "It's broken!"
"How could your arm be broken?" Ah Qing was even more surprised. "Was it bitten off by a tiger?" In Ah Qing's opinion, tigers were the fiercest of all animals.
"No, it was chopped off." Yang Guo's voice was cold. He looked at Guo Fu with hatred.
Guo Fu felt guilty when he glared at her. She quickly hid behind her mother.
Huang Rong patted her daughter's hand. She couldn't help but feel worried. How can this hatred be resolved?
"Chopped off?" Ah Qing exclaimed. She looked at Yang Guo with sympathy. "Then you must have been in pain."
Yang Guo hated to be pitied. But Ah Qing's tone was sincere … Yang Guo frowned and answered, "It didn't hurt for a long time."
"Then, I'll use one hand too." Ah Qing put one hand behind her back subconsciously.
Yang Guo was filled with arrogance. He said angrily, "I, Yang Guo, am a man of indomitable spirit. If I win, I win. If I lose, I lose.
"But …" Ah Qing couldn't help but stare at his broken arm.
Yang Guo's face darkened. "Don't think that I can't beat you with one hand. You underestimate me."
"If that's the case, then I won't be polite." Ah Qing said with a smile. She waved a new bamboo stick and stabbed at Yang Guo's body.
Yang Guo's eyes narrowed and he stood there without moving. When Ah Qing was less than three feet away from him, Yang Guo finally moved.
With a dragon's roar, Yang Guo unsheathed his black iron sword. With the power of the black iron sword, Yang Guo was confident that no matter how high Ah Qing's martial arts were, he would not be able to withstand it.
Even the bamboo stick in his hand couldn't stop him.
Ah Qing had seen Yang Guo fight a few times before. Every time his opponent clashed with him, their weapons were either knocked away or broken by the black iron sword. She didn't dare to face the sword head on. She turned her wrist, and the green bamboo stick pointed at the back of the black iron sword at an exquisite angle.
Yang Guo was also afraid of Ah Qing's Sword Qi. He was worried that his Black Iron Sword would be damaged, so he also changed his style. The body of the sword took the opportunity to stick to the Green Bamboo Stick, using a soft force to stick to the Green Bamboo Stick.
"Eh?" Ah Qing didn't expect that such a heavy weapon could play such a delicate trick. She felt a huge suction force coming from the stick, and the bamboo stick almost fell out of her hand.
Ah Qing twisted her wrist, and her sleeve gently brushed the bamboo stick. The bamboo stick immediately spun quickly, and it broke free from the suction force of the black iron sword. It returned to Ah Qing's control.
Yang Guo was shaken by the spiraling force coming from the sword. He quickly took a step back before he could regain his balance.
Ah Qing took the opportunity to take a few steps back. She wrinkled her nose and said, "Hmph, I don't want to fight you in close combat." After she said that, she stabbed at Yang Guo with a cold Sword Qi.
It turned out that Ah Qing was also afraid of the black iron sword in Yang Guo's hand. If they fought in close combat, it was inevitable that their weapons would clash, and the bamboo stick in her hand would be at a disadvantage.
Yang Guo's footsteps changed slightly, and he dodged the Sword Qi to the side. Ah Qing wanted to use the Sword Qi to cut back, but Yang Guo was one step ahead of her. He raised the black iron sword and fiercely smashed the Sword Qi.
Boom!
A cloud of dust flew up from the arena. The sharp-eyed experts below the arena had already seen that although Yang Guo's body was covered in stone chips and looked a bit awkward, he was not injured in the slightest. That dense sword qi had already disappeared.
Looking at the black iron sword in Yang Guo's hand, Ah Qing's eyes flashed with doubt.
Not only Ah Qing, but everyone below the stage was staring at the black iron sword with fervent eyes. Previously, Yang Guo had already attracted the attention of many people because he could kill gods and buddhas in his way. Now, he had directly destroyed Ah Qing's Xiantian Sword Qi, and there was not even a scratch on the sword. It was definitely a legendary divine weapon.
If they could take such a divine weapon, wouldn't they be able to do whatever they wanted in the Jianghu? Many people couldn't help but be greedy, but when they thought of Yang Guo's martial arts, they had to give up this tempting idea.
"I think I have seen this sword before." Ah Qing suddenly appeared.
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"You didn't remember it wrong, did you?" Yang Guo was stunned. This sword had been sealed in the Sword Catacomb for many years. How old was Ah Qing? How could she have seen it before?
"I can't be wrong." Ah Qing couldn't help but frown. It was obvious that her memory was a little blurred, "But it wasn't you who had this sword, it was someone else."
Yang Guo was shocked, "Do you know Dugu Qiubai?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Yang Guo regretted it. He was really muddle-headed.
"Is that person called Dugu Qiubai?" Ah Qing's eyes became confused, as if she was deep in thought, "I don't know his name. I only remember that he had a big eagle with him."
"Ah?" This time it was Yang Guo's turn to be shocked. His mouth was wide open, and he couldn't recover for a long time.
Song Qingshu was also shocked. Ah Qing had seen Dugu Qiubai, so how old was she? Looking at Ah Qing's young and innocent face, Song Qingshu couldn't help but shiver. Could she be like Heaven Mountain Tonglao, a loli on the outside but an old woman on the inside?
"I don't know what happened to that person. When he saw me, he pestered me to fight. But I don't like fighting, so I ignored him. Who knew that he would …" Ah Qing became more and more excited as she spoke. Her little mouth was raised high.
"What did Dugu Qiubai do?" Yang Guo asked Song Qingshu what was on his mind.
"Hmph, that bad guy actually let the big eagle eat one of my sheep!" Ah Qing gritted her teeth. It was obvious that she was talking about something that she hated in her life.
"Sheep?" Yang Guo was startled. He didn't understand what was going on. To him, it was just a sheep. What was there to make such a big fuss about?
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. He guessed that the stupid bird must have suffered a lot.
Sure enough, Ah Qing snorted, "Since he dared to eat my sheep, I will pluck out all the feathers of that flat-haired animal. Unfortunately, I didn't pluck out much before that person attacked. "
"Hehe, but that stupid bird didn't have a good ending. I plucked out a few of its most important feathers. It will never be able to fly again in this life."
Hearing Ah Qing's words, Song Qingshu's expression suddenly became very interesting. So that was why the big eagle couldn't fly. No wonder it became fatter and fatter. It was the result of giving up on itself.
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