Chapter 278

Qin Shiyue was one of the famous experts of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Sect. She was also one of the top experts in the Jianghu. However, this nameless soldier's scimitar didn't seem to be at a disadvantage when fighting with Qin Shiyue. In fact, he even had a slight advantage. The scimitar's moves were strange and ingenious, but Qin Shiyue was able to evade it and was almost injured by it.

As the soldier kept attacking with his scimitar, Qin Shiyue's smiling face slowly turned gray. Even if Qin Shiyue said that he was poisoned, no one cared. What kind of place was the Dragon God Sect? A mere poison couldn't cause any harm to Qin Shiyue. At least, Ying Fei knew that Qin Shiyue's Poison Repelling Pill could cure all kinds of poisons in the world.

However, the soldier seemed to have calculated everything. First, he used a trick to injure Qin Shiyue slightly and poison him. Then, he kept attacking without stopping so that Qin Shiyue didn't have the time to cure the poison. Qin Shiyue was careless and fell into the trap. Now, he was really suffering.

Seeing the change in Qin Shiyue's expression, the Xu Jiao King was the first to jump into the field. Murong Jian's eyes were looking at the field. When he saw the Xu Jiao King move, he immediately stepped forward and said with a smile, "Uncle Xu, what are you doing?

Are you going to win with numbers? "

"This?"

The Xu Jiao King couldn't help but stop and hesitate. In the Jianghu, everything was about trust. Although the soldier used poison, he didn't say that he couldn't use poison. Moreover, Qin Shiyue agreed to let the soldier use three moves. If the soldier injured him in three moves, he couldn't say anything.

This contest was originally a contest between Qin Shiyue and Murong Jian, it was just a substitute soldier. If Xu Jiao King rashly made a move, not only would it damage the reputation of Heavenly Dragon Divine Religion, but judging from the soldier's skills, Xu Jiao King might not be able to take him down easily.

Seeing the Xu Jiao King's hesitation, Murong Jian smiled and said, "If Lord Qin admits defeat, this contest can be stopped. Uncle Xu will have to agree to marry Jiaotong to me."

The Creeping Wyrm King looked at Xu Jiaotong, who had already stood up. He didn't know what to do.

Xu Jiaotong looked at the situation in the arena quietly. There was not a single ripple in her heart. Naturally, she would not go up to help. Even if Qin Shiyue died from the poison, she would not go up to help. She knew that this was the dignity of a man. "Born as a hero, dead as a ghost." This sentence was not just for show.

Moreover, ever since the grey-haired man had called out 'A-Jiao', her heart had already flown out of her chest. She had long been conquered by that cold grey-haired man. Faced with this situation, she only had one thought in her mind. If Xiao Yue died from the poison, A-Jiao couldn't live on by herself either!

How could an ugly man like Murong Jian desire a woman like her?

Xu Jiaotong's calmness puzzled the Xu Jiao King. He anxiously rubbed his hands and paced outside the arena. It was not only him. Among the people in the hall, only Zhang Xiaohua was still using her divine sense to scan the people in the arena with interest. She kept stuffing food into her mouth and thought, "The chef in this villa is really good. If I can hire one, my parents will be happy."

Everyone else had already stood up and walked to the front of the table.

Yingfei was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks. He only wanted to go up and help.

He was not like the Xu Jiao King of the South Sea. He was Qin Shiyue's subordinate. If anything happened to Qin Shiyue, not to mention whether the Dragon God Sect would punish him, Lord Garuda would definitely not let him go. Right now, he really wished that the person in the arena was him!

At least, if Qin Shiyue was outside the arena, she could reach out and save him.

Murong Jian looked around the arena proudly. This was a dilemma. He was not afraid that Xu Jiaotong would not fall into his hands. Qin Shiyue would either admit defeat or die from the poison. Either way, she would fall into his trap. The best part was that these people who always boasted of being heroes of the Jianghu could only watch as their VIP fell into danger and could not help. They could only watch as their own daughter fell into his hands and could not save her.

Was this the difference between wisdom and brute force?

Murong Jian felt a little smug. Uncivilized people were uncivilized people. How could an official family like ours compare to them?

However, Xu Jiaotong's reaction was slightly out of Murong Jian's expectations. He originally thought that Xu Jiaotong would be a little nervous, a little scared, and even come forward to beg him to let her go. She would beg him to take her into his room in exchange for Lord White Hair Qin's life. That way, his vanity that had been beaten down would be greatly satisfied, and he would be able to use the attitude of a victor to redeem this wild beauty and train her to become his plaything!

Unfortunately, Xu Jiaotong was cold and indifferent. It was as if she did not see anyone else's expression. She simply treated him as if he was invisible. This caused him to feel a chill in his heart. Behind the chill, there was a desire to be tamed. Perhaps only this kind of uncontrollable pride could arouse his ambition.

At this moment, Qin Shiyue's right leg went soft and he almost fell down. The soldier's scimitar slashed like lightning towards Qin Shiyue's left shoulder. Qin Shiyue saw that he could not block it, so he clenched his teeth and stabbed his soft sword towards the soldier's heart. It was actually a suicidal move. The soldier sneered in his heart. The corner of his mouth also twitched as if he was mocking him. He dodged to the side and once again slashed down towards Qin Shiyue.

At this moment, Xu Jiaotong could no longer maintain her composure. Her face was pale and her eyes flashed with a kind of desperation. Yes, she knew that Qin Shiyue had reached the final stage. His face was deathly black, contrasting with his head full of white hair. He was dancing the last dance of his life on the cliff!

Zhang Xiaohua's spiritual sense wandered around the field. He saw Murong Jian's complacency, Xu Jiao Wang's anxiety, Ying Fei's fear, the soldier's aggressiveness, and Qin Shiyue's stubborn resistance. He saw them all in his heart. However, what did these have to do with him?

He was just a prisoner. He didn't know how the Tenryū Sect Master would deal with him. Why should he care about other people's business?

As the saying goes, "Everyone sweeps the snow in front of their own door and doesn't care about the frost on other people's roof!"

That was true.

However, when his spiritual sense swept across Xu Jiaotong, his heart suddenly moved. That charming and cold face might not have attracted any interest from Zhang Xiaohua, but the desperation, desolation, and longing in her eyes suddenly touched a trace of memory in Zhang Xiaohua's heart!

This memory might be his sister-in-law Liu Qian facing the Three Wolves of Mount Xi Cui, or Ou Yan facing the black-clothed old man, or Li Yinfeng facing the bandits of Mount Xi Cui. However, what made Zhang Xiaohua wake up was that the eyes in this memory were actually the eyes in the turbulent river, in the lonely straw hut. There was a trace of unwillingness and a trace of flawlessness in that pair of big eyes!

Zhang Xiaohua was not a dreamless person. However, he knew that he had always been a kind of fleeting dream. He thought that he would not miss that pair of big eyes, and would not think about that towering bun. He thought that it was just a hurried passing by in the mortal world, and he thought that it was just a brief encounter in life!

However, in the eyes of Xu Jiaotong, who had nothing to do with him, he found, knew, and understood that he was not a dreamless person. It was not that he did not want to dream. It was just that this dream was too deep, too long, and too vague!

When faced with Liu Qian's helpless eyes, he was powerless. When faced with Ou Yan's panicked eyes, he stepped forward bravely. When faced with Li Yinfeng's desperate eyes, he talked cheerfully and wittily and forced the bandits to retreat. However, when faced with Meng's panicked, reluctant, and shy eyes, what could he do?

Yes, he did not know what he should do. He did not know before, and he did not know now. What about in the future?

Perhaps he would know!

However, if now, the thing in Xu Jiaotong's eyes touched Zhang Xiaohua's heartstrings, what could he do?

In an instant, Xu Jiaotong's eyes overlapped with Meng's eyes. Even if it was just a flash of similarity, it was enough for Zhang Xiaohua to make some decisions!

At this time, the situation in the field had taken a turn for the worse. Qin Shiyue's footsteps were crooked, and he accidentally fell to the ground. He clenched his teeth and did not cry for help. His eyes were filled with determination, but there was also some unwillingness. The flexible sword in his hand powerlessly stabbed upwards, wanting to stop the soldier's lightning fast scimitar!

However, he was very clear that it was just a fool's dream!

At this moment, he turned his head. In this extremely dangerous moment, he turned his head and looked at Xu Jiaotong who was standing there. Their eyes met, and they were both relieved. Their hearts were connected, and they did not understand!

Qin Shiyue's dark face was somewhat red.

Xu Jiaotong's face was also flushed.

Murong Jian looked at all of this with jealousy, and his fists were about to clench.

The nameless soldier leaped high, and the crescent scimitar was like a thunderbolt, slashing towards the fallen prey!

At this moment, a voice sounded, "I can't watch this anymore, I can't watch this anymore!

When I see injustice on the road, I will draw my sword to help! "

Before he finished speaking, behind Three Seas Seven Waters, a thin and weak figure, like a large eagle, pounced from the sky. The figure came very quickly. At first, the soldier did not care and did not stop his scimitar. He only raised his head to take a look. However, with this look, his eyes could not help but shrink. Although the figure was thin and weak, its aura was majestic. In the blink of an eye, it was in front of him. Moreover, there was a jet black sword light that shot towards his throat. The sharpness of the sword light did not make him doubt that if he did not stop defending, the sword light would immediately pierce his throat when he chopped off Qin Shiyue's head!

Immediately, the nameless soldier made a wise decision. He immediately pulled back the scimitar that was slashing towards Qin Shiyue and used his strength to block the sword light that was shooting towards him. It was too late to say, but in an instant, there was a crisp "ding dang" sound. The two weapons collided, and the two incomparably abundant forces collided. The nameless soldier took a step back and stood up straight. The thin and small figure that was rushing over was like a kite with a broken string. With a "hu" sound, it was pushed into the air. Luckily, the hall was very tall, so it did not break out of the building!

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