"You unknown brat, how dare you challenge your grandfather!" The big man shouted angrily and rushed towards Bu Tiange with his two swords.
Bu Tiange moved his feet and dodged sideways.
The broadsword brushed against the brim of her hat, and the wind from the sword lifted the black veil of her hat. The lower half of her face with delicate lines flashed before the big man's eyes.
The big man stopped and said contemptuously, "Hey, I was wondering why you were so ashamed to see people. Turns out you look like a woman!"
Bu Tiange sneered, turned the long sword in his hand, and the sword intent wrapped in true energy went straight to the strong man's heart.
The big man raised his knife and chopped the back of the knife with his long sword, sending out sparks.
The sword was so powerful that it made the big man's palm numb and he retreated repeatedly.
Bu Tiange held the sword in one hand and raised the other hand, sprinkling a cloud of powder.
The big man hurriedly used his strength to resist, and when the powder dispersed, he scolded: "You despicable villain, you actually used a dirty trick!"
Bu Tiange flicked her fingers, and a smile appeared on her red lips behind her veil, looking cunning and smart.
She said leisurely, "You're such a big, strong guy, how come you're afraid of even a little bit of ordinary flour?"
flour?
The big man felt insulted.
In fact, it wasn’t that Bu Tiange didn’t want to drug him directly, but she only had flour on hand.
A moment ago, she was watching the man with two swords sweeping the whole place, when suddenly a small bag of flour appeared on her waist, and a line of small words floated before her eyes: Congratulations on obtaining [a bag of flour]. Please make full use of it and don't waste it.
A bag of flour? What the hell? Bu Tiange frowned.
Then another line of words appeared in front of me: I am not a ghost, I am your portable shopping mall, and I will provide you with props as the plot develops.
Bu Tiange took off the bag given by the portable mall from his waist.
Hmm...it really is a bag of flour.
If you can’t waste it, then use it.
So the poor man had the experience of being fooled around by a bag of flour.
"Bah!" the big man said angrily, "Don't worry, Miss Xiangyu will definitely not be attracted to a villain like you!"
"Will she fall for you then?"
Bu Tiange smiled slightly, and glanced casually upwards at the location of the pavilion.
The big man stood in front of her, his two swords crossed across his chest, and said, "You provoked me first, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"Is this all you can do?" Bu Tiange suddenly said something without any context.
The strong man was stunned.
Bu Tiange had lost the patience to waste time with him. His eyes narrowed and stars surged in his eyes.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the ring, sending sand and rocks flying, blinding the eyes of the spectators.
Even though the big man had strong muscles, he was almost blown away.
Bu Tiange gathered strength with his toes, and with one sword he cut through the flowing wind. The sword energy was like a rainbow, cutting down the two big swords at the same time.
When the big man came to his senses, the two swords fell to the ground and the sword was at his throat.
"You lose." The cold and hoarse voice shattered all his arrogance.
Looking at the long sword right in front of him, the big man was still unwilling to give in. He argued cunningly: "But you cheated!"
"All is fair in war, and the outcome of this martial arts competition is not up to you or me. It depends on what Miss Xiangyu wants."
Bu Tiange put down his sword and turned to Chu Xiafeng, who was sitting in the audience, with a calm expression, "Am I right, Alliance Leader Chu?"
Chu Xiafeng nodded, his eyes deep.
Big Chinese Threshold.
In the mountain pavilion.
The situation on the arena was changing rapidly. Chu Xiangyu occasionally cast a glance, but most of the time her eyes were wandering, as if her mind was not on this martial arts competition that would determine her lifelong marriage.
At this time, something unexpected happened on the ring, and she collected her thoughts and looked up at the ring.
The big man with two swords who had been standing on the stage an hour ago was still standing as the champion, but the difference was that this time he did not seem to have the upper hand.
His opponent was dressed in black and held a sword, with his face hidden by a veil, looking aloof and cold.
Chu Xiangyu's mind moved, and she couldn't help but take a few more glances.
The mysterious man in the veil... seemed to be looking at her as well.
Chu Xiangyu clenched the handkerchief in her hand, and her eyes changed again and again.
She stood up suddenly, pointed her delicate finger at Bu Tiange, and said, "It's him."
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