Fatal Concubine

Chapter 103 Praying Mantis Catch Cicada 6
Chapter 119 Praying Mantis Catch Cicada 6
Mo Feng released a sharp internal force from both palms, and Song Dehou was directly sent flying.

"Use strength to pay back strength." Xuanwu was a little shocked when he saw this.

Just now, Mo Feng was exploring Song Dehou's internal force in those dozens of strokes, and his palm completely relied on the internal force of Song Dehou's scimitar to strike an explosive blow.

After the curtain fell, everyone in the competition field was surprised that the seemingly weak Young Master Mo Fu had just won against the tall and tall Song Dehou.

At the same time, I also got a little something to watch for the next competition, presumably the main event is about to begin.

The scene of the martial arts competition is getting more and more exciting, and the number of participants is getting less and less. There is no life or death in the martial arts arena, but in the ring, life and death are determined by fate. Most of the losers in the first 49 games died.

"Round, Feng Ling vs. Chaser Ming." Immediately after the end of the 49 rounds, someone loudly announced the next round.

Zhuyeming, Zhuyeling's mood suddenly changed, and she became extremely comfortable. The number plate was drawn...it was very suitable for her.

Zhu Yeming, the son of Zhu Yehao, had met him twice in Zhuyun Villa when he was a child.

Of course, I didn't have a good impression of him at all, and I even hated him. Today, I ran into him in the martial arts arena, and the fate between them is really not shallow.

"It seems to suit you very well, tsk tsk, you're lucky." Nangong Yu shook his head and laughed.

I have to say that his Linger's luck is really not ordinary, there are more than 200 people, draw lots, but these two people get together, there is a good show to watch.

"I'm born with good luck, so I can't keep a low profile." Zhu Yeling showed a gorgeous sneer.

The people around were stunned for a moment when they heard that Fengling was fighting against Zhuyeming. They all turned their heads to look at Zhuyeling, and couldn't help but wonder for a while.

Knowing that this girl Feng is powerful, the masters around her are better than the other, but I have never seen her make a move. How powerful can a little girl be.

"Girl, do you really want to go to the ring? You must know that the opponent is Zhu Yeming, the young master of Luojiazhuang." Some well-meaning teenagers looked at Zhu Yeling, what they meant was to let her think carefully.

Zhu Yeming is not easy to mess with, and Daxing is considered a master of kung fu.

In this arena, there is no certainty of life and death. Wouldn't it be a pity that such a beautiful girl died on it.

Chasing Ye Ling glanced at the young man with a face full of disbelief, nodded and smiled, and then walked slowly towards the ring.

Seeing that Zhu Ye Ling was walking towards the ring without giving in, the people around couldn't help but stop talking and stare at her fixedly.

"The girl is going to compete too? She doesn't have any internal strength." A few kung fu people next to him looked at Chasing Wild Spirit up and down, and frowned.

"Indeed, I didn't need to feel the slightest bit of internal strength in her body, and she went up to the ring like this, really..." The man who spoke was full of contempt.

"Maybe they will know something else. If you are not sure, then go up and seek death." Someone had a face full of disapproval.

The people in the entire seat fell silent for a while, and all eyes locked on Chasing Wild Spirit.

"Hehe, Xiao Ling'er is really lucky. This lottery is amazing." Jingu Temple said in a low voice to Chaogong Nayue, and he could give Chayer Ling a thumbs up in his heart.

"She just has this ability. With her here, anything impossible will happen." Gong Nayue smiled gently, and looked at Zhu Yeling with even more gentle eyes, maybe even God is helping her .

At this moment, Zhu Yeming was standing on the stage very proudly, with his sloppy appearance, people could tell what kind of person he was at a glance, hooligan!The whole first-class hooligan image.

But don't look at the rogue image of others, that kung fu can be regarded as a master level.

A few meters away from the arena, Zhu Yeling flew up, his white clothes fluttering, soared into the air, and landed gorgeously on the arena, when he turned around like a dance, his perfect figure and white clothes fluttered.

At this moment, everyone froze again for a moment, and even the Eighteen Sects and Chasing Hao were shocked by it.

Zhu Yeming in the arena was completely overwhelmed by the scene at this time. He had played with countless women, and read countless beauties, but today he knew that all the women he had seen and played with before were ugly women. That's all, compared with today's Xiang Xiang, it's really nothing.

When he came back to his senses, he looked at Chasing Wild Spirit with greedy eyes: "Girl, this martial arts competition is not for girls. If such a beautiful person is hurt, my heart will feel bad, sir. Why don't you let it go?" , how about going back with the uncle to stop corruption."

Zhuye Ling cast a cold glance at Zhuye Ming, such a person whose surname is Zhuye is an insult to the Zhuye family, he is not worthy of living in this world at all, with a cold look, the contempt in his eyes is clear.

"Young lady, you should think clearly. If you follow the uncle, you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life." Zhu Yeming still didn't give up. Such a beautiful person can't get itchy in his hands.

"Fight or surrender." The four naked words hit the nail on the head and slapped Zhu Yeming's face, and the contempt and contempt in his eyes became more intense.

The crowd in the audience began to burst into laughter. It's really interesting for a playboy to face a woman who is as cold as ice.

Zhu Yeming was stunned for a moment, and when he realized it, he was furious: "Don't blame me for being rude."

"Stop talking nonsense." Zhu Yeling spat out coldly, looking extremely impatient.

At that moment, Zhuye Ming's face changed color, without saying a word, he swiped the sharp knife in his hand, and slashed at Zhuye Ling. The method was merciless, and he was angry in his heart.

"Zi Yeming is very good at attacking."

"Indeed, but, that woman's speed is too slow, if she doesn't make a move now, there is no hope." Seeing this, the people below began to discuss quietly.

Everyone thought that Chasing the Wild Spirit was doomed this time, only Nangong Yu and Jingongsi kept their expressions on their faces, and their faces were almost filled with the attitude of watching a show.

Holding the long sword in his hand, Zhu Yeling snorted coldly, and looked at Zhu Yeming who was rushing towards him, his hand holding the long sword moved slightly.

The wind blows slightly, mixed with the heat of July.

Waving his hand, the long sword did not directly meet the sharp knife that Zhu Yeming was about to cut, but just drew a semicircle in front of his head. In the eyes of everyone, Zhu Yeling seemed to be dancing a sword at this time!

Sword dance?The people on and off the stage don't know why, dancing swords in the face of danger?Didn't this go up to seek death?

The semicircle slid down, the long sword was put away, and Zhu Yeling just looked at Zhu Yeming with an unchanged smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What, why did she put away her sword?" The people in the audience looked at Zhuyeling who put away his long sword in amazement, and looked at the sharp knife that was about to fall on Zhuyeling's head. , will undoubtedly die.

Is this woman really looking for death?

"No!" Zhu Yehao on the stage had a strange look in his eyes, he vaguely saw the white mist appearing in the air, and there was a faint murderous look in the mist.

Zhuyehao stared closely at the thin mist, and before he could see the way, a scream from the stage brought him back from his thoughts.

When Zhu Yeming on the stage was about to strike Zhu Yeling's head with a knife, a semicircle of mist, like a harvesting sickle, went away like lightning and as fast as a thunderbolt.

As soon as Zhu Zhuyeming passed by, the fog was no different, just like a normal thick fog, the wind blew up the fog and blew past him.

Strangely, after the mist blew past, with a scream, Zhu Yeming's body was thrown straight a meter away.

(End of this chapter)