"No!"
Qian Jiang suddenly roared. His spear heavily struck the stage, and his tall body suddenly rose several zhang.
Everyone cried out in alarm and couldn't help but raise their heads to look at the sky. They saw Qian Jiang and his spear moving as one, spiraling downwards like an arrow, whistling through the air and emitting a sharp cry.
Qian Jiang's hands were covered in blood. At this moment, he tightly gripped the spear shaft, as if he was gripping his last dream. He didn't care about the pain in his chest or the blood flowing out. He only had one thought: "I can't lose! I must enter the Inner Hall. I must master the Immortal Technique and avenge my parents! "
In his grief and indignation, the power of the Pear Blossom Spear multiplied. The spear tassel spun rapidly, transforming into a demonic red flower. This move was called "Phoenix Dances in the Ninth Heaven". It was the ultimate move of the Pear Blossom Spear. Because it was exerted in the air, it often caught the enemy off guard by borrowing the speed of falling.
Zhao Yun stabbed Qian Jiang in the chest. Seeing Qian Jiang lying on the ground without getting up, he thought the outcome was set. Unexpectedly, Qian Jiang still had energy left and counterattacked so quickly!
Zhao Yun was not angry, but happy: "Good man, it was not in vain that I didn't strike ruthlessly just now! It's rare for someone to play with me, it's a good opportunity to practice. "He spread his legs, raised his sword, and looked at the direction of Qian Jiang's spear. He blocked the spear's path in advance.
Although he calculated well, how could he know the magic of "Phoenix Dances in the Ninth Heaven"? This move was vague, swallowing and spitting. Often at a moment of imminent peril, it would change its direction and path, causing people to die inexplicably.
Zhao Yun's sword was like a dragon. It was about to meet Qian Jiang's Pear Blossom Spear. The spear suddenly changed, turning into a semicircle at an inconceivable angle. The sharp spear tip was faster than lightning, stabbing towards Zhao Yun's throat.
After a short moment of astonishment, an illusion appeared in front of Zhao Yun's eyes. He clearly saw a blood-red phoenix flying down from the sky!
The phoenix's wings were filled with raging flames. It let out a ferocious cry and spat out a ball of raging flames from its mouth as it frantically pounced forward.
Zhao Yun regained her senses. Where was the Phoenix? There were only thousands of spear shadows that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, approaching her throat.
"Good timing!" Zhao Yun hurriedly leaned back and barely touched the ground. However, her legs were like two nails and did not move at all. It was the secular "Iron Bridge" kungfu. Zhao Yun's tender throat was thus spared.
Qian Jiang was not distracted. His spear did not stop moving as he continued his pursuit. The Pear Blossom Spear seemed to understand its owner's intentions. Borrowing the force of the fall, it became faster and faster, unwilling to show any mercy.
Zhao Yun's back was against the ground. Taking advantage of this opportunity to catch her breath, she hurriedly brandished her long sword to block the Pear Blossom Spear's fury. This was a matter of life and death. There was no time to think about showing mercy. The Green Fire Genuine Qi flowed naturally, flowing along the tip of the sword.
In terms of strength, other than the freak Duobao, who could be Zhao Yun's opponent? In addition to the Green Fire Genuine Qi, pure Genuine Qi flowed out. The most ordinary sword was reborn in an instant. The sword's body emitted a green, phosphorescent light. It was like thousands of orchids suddenly blooming on a withered tree's broken branches, presenting a strange brilliance.
Before the Pear Blossom Spear could touch the long sword, it was destroyed by the Nine Heavens Violent Wind. The phoenix with its wings spread out suddenly became a featherless chicken, flapping its wings as it was thrown back into the air.
Qian Jiang could not help but frantically retreat with his spear. He stayed in the air for a long time before he was willing to fall and landed on the contestant's waiting area at the side. Such a big person falling from the sky scared the contestants out of their wits and they hurriedly dodged. Coincidentally, one of them accidentally fell to the ground and was hit by Qian Jiang.
Qian Jiang fell from a height of dozens of feet and carried Zhao Yun's long sword's recoil force. It was no less than a thousand kilograms of force. That person was unlucky. He was pressed under Qian Jiang's body, his sternum was broken and he lost his breath. Qian Jiang was also unconscious. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive.
When everyone saw that a life had been lost, they were all alarmed and hurriedly reported to the old Daoist. The old Daoist squinted and said, "What are you panicking for! Which year's competition doesn't have three to five hundred people dying? Since you signed the life and death agreement, you should be prepared to die. Deal with the corpse and continue the competition! "
The young Daoist shouted, "Qian Jiang has been knocked off the stage. Hui Ming wins!"
In the entire audience, only Duobao was clapping crazily. It was especially strange. The other contestants and their friends who accompanied the contestants were all anxious. They were afraid that this fiend's next opponent would not be them, but their good friends. The fiend's ferocity was still vivid in their minds. How could they be in the mood to applaud?
Zhao Yun got off the stage. Suddenly, she had an idea. She asked a man who was trembling all over, "Where is that Qian Jiang now? Is he dead? "
The man only felt that the light in Zhao Yun's eyes was frightening. He was very scared and spoke incoherently, "He's, he's, he's, he's already, he's already, he's in that medical room????"
Zhao Yun heard the truth and didn't pay much attention to him. She brought Duobao and went to find the medical room according to the map. He didn't know why, but he couldn't help but want to see the man who was sent flying by him. This feeling was inconceivable, but it was especially strong. He couldn't get rid of it.
Before they entered the medical room, they saw a group of Daoist priests busily carrying stretchers back and forth. When they entered the door, they saw people who were seriously injured. Some were missing arms, some had broken legs, and some had broken bones. Even though Zhao Yun had a firm mind, she couldn't help but frown.
When a young Daoist priest saw the two of them barging in, he shouted, "The medical room is an important place. Unauthorized people are not allowed to enter."
Zhao Yun ignored him. She stood in front of the Daoist priest with her tall body and asked, "Where is the Qian Jiang that was just carried here? How is he? "
The Daoist priest boasted that he was experienced and knowledgeable. He saw that although this person had a broken arm, he spoke like a fiend. He was afraid that this person had something to rely on. "Peace is most important in all things. Why don't you be a good person?" He gave Zhao Yun some advice.
Zhao Yun barged straight in and went to Room E. She pushed the door open and entered. She saw Qian Jiang lying on the bed motionless.
It turned out that this Qian Jiang's body was very good and his luck was not bad. Coincidentally, he found a cushion. He actually didn't die after falling from such a high height. He only had a few broken ribs. He just needed to rest and recuperate. It wasn't a big deal.
As for the wound on his chest, it was only a superficial wound. It was nothing. Zhao Yun stood in front of Qian Jiang and looked at him carefully.
Duobao was puzzled. He also felt Zhao Yun's strangeness. He resisted the urge to ask and curiously stared at the patient on the bed.
Qian Jiang's eyes were closed. His weak body was lying lazily on the bed. His brows were furrowed, as if he had endless worries. The bridge of his nose was high. Although he was unconscious, he refused to put down his dignity.
Zhao Yun's heart skipped a beat. "This person?????"
There was a sudden turbulence in front of his eyes. It was as if he had returned to the arena.
Once again, he saw this burly man crouching on the ground with his hand on his chest. He had no hope, but he was determined to fight with his life on the line.
In just a moment, he felt that he was very familiar with this person. He could even feel this person's despair. He could feel this person's grief and indignation.
This person was like another version of himself.
It was as if there was a connection in the unseen world. Qian Jiang, who was unconscious, suddenly felt a warm gaze. He suddenly opened his eyes. In front of him was the one-armed youth who broke his hopes.
"Is he here to ridicule me?"
"No, that's not right. Why is this youth's gaze so sincere? It's like the thousands of times we drank wine and held candles, and the thousands of times we chatted in bed? "
Qian Jiang's heart was surging, but he frowned and said proudly, "If we compete on horseback, I may not necessarily lose to you."
He was still so proud!
Zhao Yun suddenly smiled.
It was not a sneer or a sneer. Zhao Yun's smile at this moment was like the blossoming peach blossoms in spring. "My name is Zhao Yun. Can I be friends with you?"
Qian Jiang's whole body trembled. This youth was actually willing to be friends with him!
He was a bloody fugitive, hiding from place to place, and had no friends.
He practiced martial arts hard in the Lingyun Temple. He was reticent and did not have any friends.
Now, the one-armed youth who defeated him ran to the pharmacy and said to him with a smile, "Come, let's be friends."
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
