The character is broken!The General's Sick Beauty Is a Killer

Chapter 141 You Lose

Ren Sang knew her well, and when she sensed the movement of her other hand, she guessed her next move. Before the blade appeared, she leaned back with her tall and straight figure, barely dodging the sharp knife that came in an instant Light.

That slash was from his lower jaw upwards, if he hadn't dodged quickly, the whole face would have been cut in half at this time.

When he missed a hit, Tang Xi's eyes flashed with disappointment, his figure was approaching, and the two sharp blades firmly fixed in the palms twisted the air, and struck towards Ren Sang's neck.

Ren Sang didn't panic, and calmly raised his long sword to block. The figures of the two were entangled in the ring, each move was fierce, full of killing intent, and they were hitting each other's weakness.

This was much better than the previous fights. The killers around the ring stared intently, watching them heartily, their hearts up and down following their moves.

No one noticed that in the crowd, an inconspicuous figure was moving towards the direction of the ring.

If Tang Xi noticed, he would be surprised. Isn't this the one who stretched out his foot and tripped Cai Zhi?

But at this time, Tang Xi was devoting all his attention to the duel with Ren Sang, so he didn't notice anything else.

There was a tight string in her head, and she dared not relax in the slightest. Behind the silver paper mask, her eyes were vigilant and sharp, her red lips were tightly pursed, and every move in her hand was aimed at Ren Sang's vital point. The angle was weird and continuous. endlessly.

She made up her mind and was determined to die. Even Ren Sang couldn't completely resist her lightning-fast attack. She was cut several times on her body. The wound was not deep, but bleeding came out, and her eyes became darker and darker. up.

Another clash of swords and hissing pierced his ears, making Tang Xi's scalp ache.

The short but sharp blades intersected, tightly suppressing Ren Sang's clear blade, making it unable to lift its head.

"Master Yanmen has been sitting in a high position for a long time, and his techniques are a bit rusty now." Tang Xi's eyes were filled with undisguised sarcasm, as he tightly gripped the hilt of the knife, pressing down on Ren Sang's sword, his fingertips turned white, and his voice was ringing use force.

Ren Sang stared at her, his jaw line was tense, his wrist was turned, the long sword broke free from her restraint, his eyes flashed, and rushed to her cheek at a tricky angle.

Tang Xi's eyes flashed, and she leaned back abruptly, her soft waist was level with the ground, and a few strands of black hair floated out from the hood.

The sharp sword light flashed, broke, floated in the air, and fell to the ground again.

Tang Xi hooked her legs and wrapped them around Ren Sang's waist with amazing flexibility. Ren Sang spun around, intending to throw her off. Tang Xi hooked tightly, spinning around, and was already hanging on Ren Sang. With lightning speed, he rushed to the back of Ren Sang's neck.

She seemed to be dancing a gorgeous and ambiguous dance, entangled with Ren Sang, and before everyone could react, the sharp blade had already reached Ren Sang's neck.

Ren Sang only felt a chill on the back of his neck, and Fang was about to raise his sword to send it back, when the woman's low panting sounded in his ears, accompanied by her cold and beautiful voice: "You lost."

His hand holding the sword was slightly tight, his eyes darkened for a moment, but he still didn't stab her.

Behind them, the inconspicuous figure stopped, looked at the scene in front of him, stepped back a little, and gradually disappeared into the crowd, just like when he came, without attracting anyone's attention at all.

Tang Xi bounced off Ren Sang's back, but the blade was still clinging to his neck.

The entire hall was silent, staring blankly at the scene on the ring, everyone forgot to react for a while.

　Everyone remember to catch bugs
　　
　
(End of this chapter)