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On the other side, Yang Miaozhen also had a pensive look on her face. Although she had previously felt that Song Qing's martial arts were higher than hers, there was a limit to it. Yang Miaozhen felt that losing to him in the semi-finals was more because the opponent was too shameless. As a woman, she was born to be at a disadvantage, so she was still unconvinced in her heart.
However, now that she saw him compete with Ah Qing in swordplay, unexpectedly not falling into a disadvantageous position at all. Moreover, the sword moves were exquisite. Even with her cultivation, she could not quite understand many of the moves. Only now did Yang Miaozhen realize that the gap between her and her opponent was perhaps much larger than she had imagined.
There were many people present who had the same thought. Xuan Cheng's brows were tightly locked as he looked at the two people competing on the stage. The shock in his heart was even greater. He was known as the number one person in the Shaolin Temple in two hundred years. His vision was naturally incomparably high. Looking at the whole world, only Zhang Sanfeng, Wang Chongyang, and a few others were worthy of his attention.
Although Song Qing had taken advantage of him several times, Xuan Cheng believed that it was only because the opponent was too cunning. If they were to really fight fair and square, he was confident that he could definitely kill Song Qing with one palm.
However, when he saw the two people on the stage transform the rotten into the magical swordplay, and even some of the sword moves that even he could not see through, Xuan Cheng was deeply shocked. The strength of this stinky brat Song Qing was definitely not below his own.
The faces of the Red Flower Society members were even more pale. They were the clearest about Ah Qing's strength. In their hearts, Ah Qing was a sword immortal who had descended to the world. They had originally thought that Song Qing would only return in defeat if he were to face her. Who would have thought that he could actually fight evenly with Ah Qing and not be at a disadvantage at all.
"Tai Lai, do you think that you still have hope for revenge in this life?" Yu Wanting faintly sighed.
Wen Tai Lai's face was ashen. The muscles of his entire body tightened, but in the end, he seemed to have lost all his strength. He helplessly shook his head.
Yu Wanting continued, "A real man does not need to worry about not having a wife. Since Luo Bing has already been taken in by this boy, Tai Lai, it is better for you to give up as soon as possible."
At the thought of his charming wife lying under another man's body, Wen Tai Lai's teeth were almost about to break. However, he was now clear that he might not be able to take revenge in this lifetime.
Seeing that Wen Tailai didn't refute, Yu Wanting couldn't help but nod his head in praise, "A man should be able to let go of things. After this meeting, if Ah Qing wins, everything will be fine. We can use the power of the Golden Snake Camp to slowly take revenge. After all, no matter how high his martial arts are, he is only one person. When we have unified the world, we will naturally have a way to make him beg for death."
"What if Ah Qing loses?" Wen Tai Lai asked bitterly. Before this, no one in the Red Flower Society had ever thought that Ah Qing would lose. But looking at the current situation, the outcome was only fifty-fifty.
"Then let's go to the Western Regions," Yu Wan Ting's eyes flashed, "Now the Western Regions is dominated by the Mongols, the Ming Dynasty and the Hui Tribe. Especially the Hui Tribe, Da Xiao and Zhuo, I have a good relationship with them. If we can borrow the strength of the Hui Tribe to unify the Western Regions, then we can rise again."
"Okay, then we will go to the Western Regions!" Wen Tailai clenched his fists and said, gritting his teeth.
They deliberately lowered their voices so that no one else heard them. Yuan Ziyi's attention was attracted by the fight in the arena. She couldn't help but ask with concern, "Grandfather, will Ah Qing lose?"
Yuan Shixiao, the Strange Swordsman of Heaven Lake, also looked solemn, "I didn't expect that this guy's swordsmanship was so brilliant. But Ah Qing hasn't used her Innate Sword Qi yet. Ziyi, you don't have to worry too much."
"Well, Sister Ah Qing will definitely win." Yuan Ziyi seemed to cheer himself up and clenched his fists hard.
At this time, the two people in the arena had exchanged over a hundred moves. Different from before, Song Qing's figure gradually sped up. In the eyes of the audience, there seemed to be five or six Song Qings attacking Ah Qing in the center of the circle at the same time. They all felt worried for Ah Qing.
"Oh no!" Zhou Zhiruo cried in a low voice. Beside her, Ah-Jiu also looked worried but didn't refute her opinion.
"Doesn't Brother Song have the upper hand now? Why are you two sisters so worried?" Zeng Rou couldn't help but ask.
Glancing at Zeng Rou, Zhou Zhiruo praised her inwardly, "She is indeed a gentle and pleasant beauty." Although she was a little unhappy that Zeng Rou also wanted to be Song Qing's woman, she had to pretend to be graceful in front of Zhu Mang.
So she explained carefully, "In the beginning, Song Qing and Ah Qing were evenly matched. Now, he has to rely on his body movements to fight against Ah Qing, which means that he is at a disadvantage in swordsmanship …"
In the arena, Ah Qing was forced into a flurry by Song Qing's attacks. It seemed that Song Qing could teleport. One moment he was above Ah Qing, the next moment he appeared behind Ah Qing. When Ah Qing fought back, Song Qing moved to the side. If Ah Qing didn't have unfathomable attainments in swordsmanship, Ah Qing would have been wounded and killed on the spot.
Yang Miaozhen stared at the scene unfolding in front of her. She had fought with Song Qing several times, but she could only block his attacks without being able to fight back because of his strange and swift movements. She was eager to know how Song Qing would deal with it.
"We agreed to compete in swordsmanship, but you shamelessly used your body movements. Then, I'll be shameless too." Ah Qing pouted, and her body spun on the spot like a spinning top. Streaks of green sword qi that could be seen by the naked eye dispersed in all directions.
Previously, Ah Qing was trapped in a small circle by Song Qing and moved no more than three steps. But when Ah Qing used this move, five or six shadows of Song Qing all retreated.
Although Song Qing tried his best to deal with the Sword Energies in front of him, the circle grew larger and larger. Finally, he could no longer trap Ah Qing and could only quickly retreat dozens of feet.
"Your Sword Qi that fills the sky is the bane of my movement technique," Yang Kai said. Song Qing couldn't help but smile bitterly. Of course, this was only because they were in a special environment like the arena. If they were in a wide field, even if Song Qing couldn't attack, Ah Qing wouldn't be able to catch up to him. Song Qing's body movements would still make him invincible.
Ah Qing wasn't in a hurry to attack. She controlled the Sword Energies to float around her and looked at him with a smile. "Big brother, if you don't have any other moves, I'm afraid you're going to lose."
Ah Qing's words were like a heavy bomb thrown into the lake, and the crowd below the arena went into an uproar.
"Is the winner finally going to be decided?"
Zhou Zhiruo and Zhu Yue looked worried. Clearly, their hearts were in their throats. They were so nervous that they subconsciously held each other's hands. At this moment, all the jealousy and fighting had been forgotten. They only had one thought in mind: Is my lover really going to lose?
Song Qing laughed loudly and said, "Sister Ah Qing, actually, I know this move of yours."
"You know it too?" Looking at the Sword Energies around her, Ah Qing couldn't help but be stunned.
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