Beautiful men can't get rid of: useless black belly girl

Chapter 121

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On the empty archery field, Si Moyu was holding a sword in one hand, facing Luo Zhen who was wielding a giant hammer with both hands.

Qing Cheng stood on the archery stand, looking at the two of them nervously with his blue eyes.

He swallowed, raised his right hand holding a leaf above his head, took a deep breath and slowly let go.

The leaves were blown by the wind and slowly fell to the ground, and three pairs of eyes were fixed on its movements.The moment the leaves touched the ground, the two people standing opposite each other moved at the same time.

Before Qingcheng could clearly see their movements, they arrived at the center of the field in an instant from a few meters away. With a bang, the giant hammer and the long sword came into contact with each other, and there was a sound of vibrating.

Si Moyu suddenly felt a huge shock from the long sword, his pupils shrank sharply, his hands quickly switched, and he was also shocked by Luo Zhen's huge strength and jumped back a few steps.

hateful!Si Moyu couldn't help but gasped, and hid his right hand hidden under his robe behind his back.

If an ordinary person hit him with his bare hands, it would be more than just being numb in one arm!That is, the internal organs were beaten and bleeding profusely!
A dark murderous look welled up in Si Moyu's eyes.Since he was serious, wouldn't it be embarrassing for him if he didn't take it seriously?
"Why did Mr. Mo Yu change hands? Could it be that Luo's strength is too strong, making your hand numb?" Before Luo Zhen could finish his sarcastic words, he felt his hand loosen, and then the giant hammer in his hand was lifted. Once in the air, it landed on the ground a few meters away with a bang, smashing two deep holes in the ground.

Before Luo Zhen could react, Si Moyu had already jumped up.

The condensed eyes staring straight at him seemed to be under the darkness of death, which made him feel a biting chill from head to toe, so cold that he couldn't move his feet.

The long sword turned into meteor-like lines, and flew towards Luo Zhen at high speed.

Qingcheng stared blankly at Si Moyu, her movements were graceful and smooth like a dance, her long black hair was raised in the air, and the long sword swiftly struck Luo Zhen's shoulder.

Qing Cheng's eyes widened, and he shouted the moment the long sword touched Luo Zhen.

"……stop!"

Luo Zhen stared blankly at Si Moyu who was standing in front of her holding a sword, and from her eyes reflected the cold light from the long sword less than one centimeter away from her neck.

"Mo Yu really underestimated General Luo's strength," Si Moyu's gloomy cold light had long since dissipated, and she raised the corners of her lips to reveal an incomprehensible smile, and said word by word, "Change hands It's just because Mo Yu is actually left-handed."

A trace of cold sweat broke out on Luo Zhen's forehead, he stood there motionless, not listening to Si Moyu's words at all.

"Let's stop here." Si Moyu threw the long sword back into the weapon box, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, General Luo, for your instruction."

After saying that, Si Moyu turned and walked towards Qingcheng, and said with the corners of his lips hooked: "Can you let Moyu go back to rest earlier? The competition with General Luo consumed too much energy of Moyu."

Seeing Si Moyu's forced smile on the verge of collapse, Qing Cheng immediately nodded and added: "If you need anything, just tell Hei Yi to let him help prepare it."

Si Moyu quickly walked out of the martial arts arena, and beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks.

(End of this chapter)