Chaos Guiyuan Sword

Chapter 18 Sword Crazy?

Wang Ziwei didn't intend to answer at all, and slowly raised his hands and raised his sword to his chest.

"Zheng!" The sharp sword was out of its sheath, Wang Ziwei stared quietly at the Qingfeng sword in his hand, raised his left hand and stroked it lightly, muttering something in his mouth, the anger on his face was gradually replaced by affection.

Seeing this, Song Ruifeng was taken aback for a moment, then laughed and said, "Idiot, don't you fall in love with your sword?"

"Sword madness?" Fang Chen murmured, brows furrowed, "No! You probably haven't completely entered the madness yet."

At this moment, Wang Ziwei moved, and his angry face was replaced by affection, but now it was full of indifference.

"Boom..." The sound of the sword blades clashing one after another, a three-foot green sharp edge was taken as a machete by Wang Ziwei at this time.

The two people on the stage fought back and forth, and the fight was evenly matched. Wang Ziwei, who was originally weaker, passed a series of strong attacks, but at this time he faintly gained the upper hand.

"Junior brother, who do you think will win?"

Seeing Yun Qianqian's interested expression, Fang Chen said calmly, "Song Ruifeng."

"Ah?" Hearing Fang Chen's determination, Yun Qianqian was slightly taken aback, "I think Wang Ziwei can win."

"Sure, Wang Ziwei has such a big advantage, it's no wonder he loses!"

"That's it! What's the first and fourth, the water is really big!"

……

Hearing the disdain in the discussions from around, Fang Chen smiled and shook his head, not caring at all.

The battle at Qiankunmen made Fang Chen understand one thing. Many people are unable to look at themselves and others from an objective point of view. Their whole life is just blindly following those, the so-called mainstream in the population. leave.

At this time, the originally evenly matched battle on the martial arts stage gradually changed.

"What's the matter? Have you run out of energy for breastfeeding?" Song Ruifeng looked at Wang Ziwei playfully.

After a series of onslaughts were completed, Wang Ziwei, who was physically exhausted, looked at Song Ruifeng out of breath, with a cold look in his eyes, and swung his sword forward again.

"Boom!" When the two swords met, Song Ruifeng, who was only parrying at first, suddenly swung the long sword in his hand. Taking advantage of the gap when Wang Ziwei was knocked back, he stabbed three swords quickly, one sword faster than the other.

The sword tip in his pupils was getting bigger and bigger, Wang Ziwei quickly swung his sword to block it, but the expected impact sound did not resound, only felt a sharp pain in his arm and right shoulder.

There were exclamations from the audience, seeing the indifference on Fang Chen's face, Yun Qianqian's eyes were a little more complicated.

"You..." Wang Ziwei clutched the wound on his right shoulder, frightened and angry.

"What are you, you trash, I'm just playing with you. Want to win against me? Go ahead and dream." Song Ruifeng walked straight off the ring after finishing speaking.

"I... Puff!" A big mouthful of blood spewed out, Wang Ziwei barely stabilized his swaying figure, and looked at Song Ruifeng's back, full of undying eyes.

Li Lanfeng walked up to the competition stage quickly, and just as he was about to hand over the healing medicine in his hand, Wang Ziwei staggered down the competition stage.

Sighing lightly, the usual smile on Li Lanfeng's face faded a lot, "Please invite No.2 Zhang Kuang to come on stage and draw an opponent."

Zhang Kuang, who quickly stepped onto the stage, handed over the cards he had drawn to Li Lanfeng, and then quietly stood aside.

"Please No.3 Li Shaozhi come on stage."

The two looked at each other, nodded slightly, and the battle started again.

Seeing the evenly matched situation on the stage again, Yun Qianqian glanced at Fang Chen, the corners of her mouth moved slightly, but she didn't know how to speak.

"I don't know who will win." Fang Chen looked at the battle on the competition stage, as if talking to himself.

(End of this chapter)