Chapter 38

The heat wave in the field slowly disappeared, and the two women's body appeared immediately.

This is a pure collision, no skills, no reaction, and the most direct end. However, because of this, both of them are not in good condition at this time.

Yang Ajiao fell on the edge of the field and almost flew out. At this time, she was panting violently and put her hand on the ups and downs of her crisp chest, trying to calm the fluctuations of her mood and body.

Her wooden sword was still in her hand, but a scorch mark appeared at the tip of the sword, which looked shocking. At this time, there were still wisps of white smoke floating.

She glanced at it without trace, with some shock and some happiness on her face.

Compared with her, Yang Qianhuan's situation is much worse.

At this time, Yang Qianhuan still stood in place, with scattered hair and untidy clothes.

The red wooden sword, which was originally powerful, had only one hilt, but it was also dark, like charcoal pulled out of a fire, emitting a faint smell of burnt paste.

On her right hand holding the sword, the whole sleeve has disappeared, exposing a large area of smooth and white skin.

Wisps of blood flowed down her slender arm, condensed at her fingertips, and then dropped to the ground and turned into red flowers.

"This..."

On the high platform, Yang Dingshan suddenly stood up with a worried look on his face.

In addition to Yang Xiao and Yang Xuan, Yang Qianhuan can be said to be the strongest among the younger generation of the family. He is also extremely talented and highly valued. Now he has suffered such injuries, which naturally makes them feel tight.

"No." He looked at the field with doubts on his face. A pair of eyes narrowed and whispered: "Qianhuan's strength should be stronger than Gillian. How can he be injured in a direct collision."

As soon as his voice fell, Yang Qianhuan raised his head difficultly.

"Sure enough... Are you still reluctant..."

She took a slightly bitter look at Yang Ajiao, who looked nervous in the distance. Immediately, her body softened and fell down.

"Yang Ajiao wins!"

The referee immediately made a loud announcement. The whole man rushed out, caught Yang Qianhuan's body at the first time and took her away from the field.

"How is that possible! What just happened?"

"Don't look at me, I don't know anything."

"Did sister Qianhuan lose so thoroughly?"

Suddenly, they became restless outside the court. These children looked at Yang Qianhuan, who was unconscious, and Yang Ajiao, who was hardly hurt. They all had some incredible eyes.

It's not just them. Many of the older generation have an unidentified face.

The strength of the two women should not be far apart. Even if they really move their skills, there will not be such a huge gap. One fainted, but the other just gasped.

"Silence, everyone! Keep watching Dabby!" Yang Dingshan shouted at the right time.

The field was suddenly quiet, and everyone was as quiet as a cicada. For the patriarch in the later stage of the second Kingdom, they still have awe.

Yang Dingshan glanced around faintly and saw that the scene was suppressed. The whole person immediately jumped off the platform and came to Yang Qianhuan's side.

……

"Their two sisters are great."

Yang Zhou looked at Yang Ajiao, who stood in situ and was distracted, and sincerely praised him.

Yang Xuan nodded and felt the same.

From the performance just now, if he is the enemy in the same realm, he has a low probability of defeating these two people. They have a certain understanding of their own skills and moves, and can exert a lot of power, which can not be underestimated.

As for himself, Shangqing felt that he had some feelings at the beginning. He couldn't even get started. There was a big gap.

"The power of the skill is unpredictable. It seems that I still don't work hard enough. If I want to become stronger, I have to work harder."

Yang Xuan was alerted in his heart, and his eyes were full of tenacity.

Just when he was distracted, the referee also returned to the field, took a look at Yang Ajiao, who was still in a daze, and said softly, "Ajiao, go to rest first, and then there will be a competition."

"Ah!"

Yang Ajiao was surprised by this, and then she came back to her senses.

Her complexion was complicated. She looked at the ground not far away. There, a black wooden sword handle lay quietly.

She also had some doubts in her heart. She didn't understand why she won inexplicably, but she still left the field considering the later games.

The referee sighed and sighed with emotion between his eyes and eyebrows, which moved his eyes.

However, this move happened to see two people who were still serious and humble.

"Brother Zu, you take the first move."

"No, you'd better go first."

They repeated their previous words as if they were performing a farce, but they all looked very serious.

The referee looked back and forth, a face suddenly collapsed, walked over in three or two steps, and shouted, "what are you two still doing? Hmm? People have finished playing, and you haven't started yet. Are you going to use your mouth to decide the victory or defeat?"

Yang Zhou was embarrassed and quickly explained, "no, I just want brother Zu to move first."

"No, it's said in the book that you should be humble. Please move, brother!"

……

The referee looked back and forth at the two people. He only felt that his head was as big as a fight. After listening to it for a long time, he wanted to be angry, but both of them were reasonable. However, he had to say politely: "well, I'll count three, and then you two will fight together."

"Good idea!"

"So good."

Yang Xuan nodded, took a step back and pointed the wooden sword forward.

Yang Zhou was also unwilling to show weakness. His weak appearance disappeared just now. With the lifting of the wooden sword, a fierce trend swept out immediately.

With the talent of the third section of the middle grade, he is even higher than Yang Ajiao's talent. It is only because of some external factors that he lags behind in cultivation temporarily.

But this backward gap is very small. At this time, he is also very close to Da Yuanman in the later stage of the first stage.

Yang Xuan stood opposite him. He just felt as if there was a vigorous wind blowing his face. His heart suddenly became vigilant.

This breath was almost the same as that of Yang Ajiao before. When he only used the first boundary strength, he was not sure to win.

"Three!"

"Two!"

"One!"

With the last sound falling, Yang Zhou suddenly rushed over like an arrow.

If you only talk about speed, I'm afraid Yang Ajiao is not as good as him, which has almost reached the level of the second realm, far beyond the limit of ordinary people.

"Pay attention to speed!"

Yang Xuan made a decision at the first time. Without the assistance of Kung Fu, people in the first realm could not reach this level.

His eyes narrowed slightly and tried to catch Yang Zhou's movements. At the same time, the wooden sword in his hand crossed a strange arc and suddenly chopped forward.

"Brother Zu, be careful."

Yang Zhou reminded him that he was crooked on the way forward. After a few false steps, the whole person actually reached the side of Yang Xuan.

The wooden sword in his hand stabbed straight with a sharp spirit, without affectation, but the victory was the speed.

Yang Xuan didn't react at the first time. When he saw the wooden sword, the tip of the sword had come in front of him.