Rural Demon Little Village Doctor

It's true that Xue Yue wants to get a commission. No one has a grudge against money, but half of the reason why she gambled with Xia Feng is that Xia Feng humiliated her last bet and lost. Xia Feng asked her to wash his socks.

Xue Yue is a beautiful woman, and she is extremely smart and hard-working. It can be said that she has been a princess with many stars supporting the moon since she was young. No one has ever humiliated her like this. Xia Feng's humiliation, like a thorn in her heart, has been stuck in her heart. If she doesn't pull it out, she won't be comfortable all her life.

Therefore, taking this opportunity, she wanted to teach Xia Feng a lesson and set aside the thorn in her heart. Seeing Xia Feng's steamed stuffed bun like, she had more absolute confidence. She took the sword and walked over. Her assistant said the rules. Xue Yue said, "two wins in three innings."

"Yes, yes." Xia Feng was a little excited. He took a step forward in the novel game. He still forked his waist with one hand, drew his sword with the other hand, and said, "ah."

What a mess. Are you Bruce Lee or Zorro? Even the assistant beside you smiled.

Xue Yue smiled at the corners of her mouth, but Xia Feng couldn't see it with a mask, but the smile in her eyes was very clear.

Xue Yue took a breath and stabilized her mind. The good play was behind. She could laugh slowly. She took two steps forward. Suddenly, she took an arrow step and stabbed Xia Feng in the chest with a sword.

This is a sure shot.

Not only did she think so, but so did the assistant next to her.

The assistant's eyes were full of appreciation.

This sword is perfect, whether it's speed, power or angle.

But Xia Feng doesn't think so.

In the eyes of magic, Xue Yue's speed is almost slow motion, and her strength can be ignored.

Xia Feng's sword just shook lightly in his hand. The tip of the sword hit Xue Yue's sword. He bounced Xue Yue's sword away at once, then put the sword flat and stabbed Xue Yue's chest at a slow speed.

Xue Yuejian felt a shock on his wrist and a strong force. The sword in his hand suddenly rose and bounced out, not to mention stabbing Xia Feng's chest, and almost flew out of his hand.

The tip of the sword bounced away, and it was impossible to stab Xia Feng. Her body was less than a meter away from Xia Feng because of her forward lunge. At this time, it was too late to retreat or hide. Xia Feng stabbed it with a slow sword, which she couldn't think of at all.

If Xia Feng is a lightning sword, it's better. It's such a slow action that she can see clearly, but she can't think of it. It's the most exciting.

The sword stabbed me, because I have thick protective clothing, but it doesn't hurt.

But Xue Yue's mouth, but subconsciously issued a painful cry: "ah."

This is the pain in my heart.

The assistant was stunned until Xia Feng turned around and said, "one to zero."

Xue Yue took back her sword and only one sword. Her physical exertion was not big, but she couldn't help opening her mouth and panting.

This sword stimulated her too much, especially the slow sword. It was like seeing a sword stabbing into her chest.

That feeling, unspeakable.

The most important thing is the ideological gap, which she didn't think of at all.

Stand still, take a deep breath and look at Xia Feng. Through the mask, you can vaguely see the smile in Xia Feng's eyes.

"I don't believe it." she shouted fiercely in her heart, closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm her mind.

"It was an accident just now. He had a lot of strength. He practiced his sword. Although the traditional sword techniques are ostentatious, some rural moves often have a lot of strength. We should pay attention to this. Don't let his sword touch. Don't be arrogant. We should regard him as a real opponent. We should be realistic and realistic, draw away his sword, and then take the opportunity to attack."

Just in a moment, she completed the psychological transformation, summarized the shortcomings of both sides, and came up with a solution.

Such white-collar elites are really powerful.

Taking another deep breath, Xue Yue opened her eyes, pointed the tip of the sword, and walked forward slowly. She moved the tip of the sword up and down and made several fake movements.

Xia Feng is still in that funny posture, with one hand on his waist and the other holding the sword. He doesn't move, and his feet are far apart, which is actually not conducive to movement.

It's really dirt.

But Xue Yue didn't laugh at the moment.

The assistant didn't laugh either.

Xue Yue stared at Xia Feng's sword tip tightly, and so did the assistant.

Xue Yue suddenly moved forward, and the sword tip hit Xia Feng's sword at the same time.

It seems that he wants to remove Xia Feng's sword and stab it straight.

But in fact, it's just a fake move. It's a virtual step at the foot. When it's vertical, it immediately retreats back.

But to her disappointment, Xia Feng didn't pull her sword like the first sword and then give her a sword slowly.

Xia Feng didn't move at all. He stood there with his fork and sword, just like a toad split by thunder.

Xue Yue clenched her teeth and stepped forward again. The first sword was seven points virtual and three points real. Maybe he could see it. This time, she pulled the sword harder and the range of the front stab was bigger. She was almost stabbing Xia Feng's chest, so she suddenly retracted the sword and retreated.

This sword, she really made a lot of material.

But Xia Feng still stood in the well, motionless.

"He can't be really stupid." Xue Yue was a little confused for a moment.

"The first sword may be an accident." after trying two swords, Xia Feng was so stupid. She changed her mind, took a slight breath and stepped forward again. This time, she didn't hesitate. When the sword pulled the tip of Xia Feng's sword, she said, "ah."

He stabbed Xia Feng in the stomach with all his strength.

"Perfect." this is the cry in the assistant's heart.

Xue Yue also felt that this sword was perfect in terms of angle and speed.

Her sword is not only fast, but also adopts the method of combining emptiness and reality. When she pulls the sword, it originally stabbed Xia Feng's chest, but she suddenly sank her wrist and stabbed Xia Feng's lower abdomen. At the same time, she turns obliquely. Even if Xia Feng strikes back, she can avoid it.

This is her highest level sword since she practiced it.

She thinks so herself.

But in this world, it's not enough to think alone. You have to ask others what they think.

When her sword was about to stab Xia Feng in the abdomen, Xia Feng suddenly spun.

His whirl is still very beautiful, or some coquettish, just like the Palace dance steps in the middle ages, as if he took his partner, whirled and loosened at once.

Xue Yue's sword tip almost wiped his ass and stabbed him.

With her stab, Xia Feng whirled again, and the distance between the two people narrowed again, just like the first sword.

Then Xia Feng stabbed him with a slow sword.

The movement, as like as two peas, is the same speed.

Xue Yue was also completely unable to avoid, because the distance was too close, and her power was just used to the extreme.