Trapped in the Shura field, the male protagonist held me in his arms and kissed me

Chapter 42 Qinghe, well done! !
"Senior Sister An, I'm offended!" As soon as the voice fell, Shen Qinghe raised his sword and stabbed An Lu.

An Lu didn't take Shen Qinghe seriously at all. Seeing Shen Qinghe's light sword style, she despised Shen Qinghe from the bottom of her heart.

When she easily avoided Shen Qinghe's sword and was despising Shen Qinghe in her heart, Shen Qinghe stabbed her chest again with a sword style that she was familiar with.

After all, she was also Shen Zhuo's disciple. She knew all Shen Zhuo's sword moves, so that Shen Qinghe's sword moves seemed ordinary to her.

After three moves, Anlu began to counterattack.

She struck Shen Qinghe's vital parts with every sword, and used all her strength with every move. She just wanted to take down Shen Qinghe in the shortest possible time and make Shen Qinghe lose ugly and lose face.

After all, her cultivation level is two levels higher than Shen Qinghe's. If she can't defeat Shen Qinghe in a short period of time, winning won't count as glory.

She even planned to stab Shen Qinghe in the knee and make Shen Qinghe kneel to her in public on the ring.

Not only An Lu thought that Shen Qinghe could be defeated within dozens of moves, but other monks also thought so.

But Shen Qinghe was not as flustered as the last time he competed with Nan Sheng. Instead, every sword strike was very stable, but lacked murderous intent. In addition, her cultivation level is not as good as An Lu's, so her sword style doesn't look threatening at all.

An Lu thought that the winner could be determined within a few dozen moves, but Shen Qinghe's defense was so airtight that she could not see any openings. What frightened her the most was that Shen Qinghe's spiritual energy seemed to be getting more and more abundant, while she was getting more and more exhausted, and her sword moves were getting slower and slower.

For a moment, she was a little upset, so she increased the speed of her attacks, and struck Shen Qinghe's vitals with another killing move.

It was at this moment that Shen Qinghe turned from defense to offense. It was the first and most ordinary move of Shen's sword.

An Lu raised her lips sarcastically when she saw this: "Is my little junior sister already at the end of her game?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Qinghe's ordinary sword turned into several cold sword shadows, weaving into a sword net, and densely attacking the vital parts of her body.

An Lu was startled and wanted to avoid it, but her whole body was under the sword net swung by Shen Qinghe. When she felt the sting, she found that she had several sword wounds on her body.

There were also several punctures on her legs, and the sting was unbearable, and she immediately fell to her knees weakly on the ring.

The noisy gathering hall fell into silence. Everyone was dumbfounded. They didn't even see what was going on. An Lu had already been defeated by Shen Qinghe's sword.

An Lu's cultivation level was much higher than Shen Qinghe's, so how could he lose so miserably? !
Not to mention that An Lu himself couldn't believe the result, the onlookers in the audience also couldn't believe that An Lu was defeated by Shen Qinghe's sword.

This is incredible!
Nan Sheng clenched his fists, not expecting such a result.

At the same time, she was glad that she was not on stage today, otherwise she might have ended up like An Lu and become a joke to the entire sect.

Shen Qinghe is such a wicked woman. There is no reason why An Lu's swordsmanship cannot be compared to Shen Qinghe's, and her cultivation is higher than Shen Qinghe's. How could she lose so miserably?
Shen Zhiyao was the first to react. She clapped her hands vigorously and cheered loudly: "Qinghe, good job!!"

The other monks also came to their senses and clapped along. There was thunderous applause and cheers for a while.

Shen Zhiyao was so excited that she rushed to the ring, held Shen Qinghe in her arms, and kissed her twice, making Shen Qinghe dumbfounded.

Seeing that Shen Zhiyao wanted to kiss her, she was so embarrassed that she quickly evaded: "Sister, don't be like this, there are so many people..."

Shen Zhiyao had no choice but to give up, and hugged Shen Qinghe again: "Wow, why are you so awesome? Do you know how cute you are? I love you so much." Shen Qinghe laughed, and when he raised his head, he met Xiao Chen's deep eyes.

She felt baffled, so she looked away and raised her hands to An Lu, who was still kneeling on the ring: "Senior Sister An, I accept!"

An Lu's face was gloomy, she stood up with support on the sword, and then limped off the ring.

Everyone booed again. Everyone saw the scene in the ring just now. An Lu used all his killing moves on Shen Qinghe and showed no mercy. In the end, she couldn't beat Shen Qinghe. She lost because her skills were inferior to others, but she even lost her most basic demeanor, which was shameful.

When Shen Qinghe got off the ring, many monks gathered around and asked Shen Qinghe what the sword move he used was. The sword move at the beginning was the sword move taught by Shen Zhuo, and all the disciples of Shen Zhuo knew it, but then Shen Qinghe's change of move was the winning sword move, but I don't know how it was transformed.

"This is a sword move developed by Qinghe himself. Why should I tell you?" Shen Zhiyao replied rudely.

She had seen Qing He practicing day and night before. This was Qing He's life-saving sword move. How could she tell other disciples?

Everyone chatted for a while, but they couldn't refute Shen Zhiyao.

At this time, Yan Changsheng came over and said to Shen Qinghe: "Qinghe has made great progress. Congratulations on winning today's competition."

It's a pity that it's not a big competition and there are no rewards.

"You're welcome." Shen Qinghe replied coldly and distantly.

Yan Changsheng opened his mouth, wanting to say something else, but he knew that he couldn't help her. It was true that he injured Qing He completely for Nan Sheng, and he also stole Qing He's secret book. If he were Qing He, he would not be able to forgive him.

Nan Sheng took Xiao Chen's arm and came over to congratulate Shen Qinghe, and then said with a sweet smile: "Qinghe's swordsmanship has improved again, which is gratifying, but I have never seen that winning sword before. I don't know what Qinghe is doing." Where did you learn it?"

"Are you annoyed? Why should Qinghe tell you, an outsider, the sword moves he has developed himself? Who are you?" Shen Zhiyao immediately choked back.

Nan Sheng lowered his eyebrows in grievance: "I just want to ask, why is Senior Sister Shen so cruel?"

"Don't do this in front of me. I'm not one of those men who are fascinated by you. Why are you pretending to be a white lotus in front of me?" Shen Zhiyao made no secret of her disgust towards Nan Sheng.

Nan Sheng subconsciously looked at Xiao Chen, hoping that Xiao Chen could help her say a few words, but Xiao Chen just looked at Shen Qinghe with a deep look in his eyes that she had never seen before.

She was startled, and suddenly realized that the way Xiao Chen looked at Shen Qinghe was probably the way a man looked at a woman.

The scene of Xiao Chen almost secretly kissing Shen Qinghe during the Mid-Autumn Festival last year flashed before her eyes again...

"Sheng'er just asked casually, why do you have to maliciously speculate on her?" At this time, Xiao Chen returned to normal and said to Shen Zhiyao.

"I think the senior brother is blind and blind. It's just a second-hand thing that the second senior brother has used, so the senior brother is a treasure." Every word spoken by Shen Zhiyao seemed to be laced with poison.

Shen Qinghe hurriedly pulled Shen Zhiyao's sleeves, hoping that Shen Zhiyao would not offend the protagonists again.

Xiao Chen lowered his face and scolded in a cold voice: "Zhiyao, you should apologize to Sheng'er for your bad words!"

(End of this chapter)