Chapter 209: Resolute Fang Sisi

On the ring, Fang Sisi was covered in blood, and the innocent expression on his face just now disappeared completely.

Especially her face, because it was hit by the blood of her calf, it was like a ghost crawling out of hell.

By Yue Chen's side, no one smiled, and everyone watched this scene silently.

Fang Sisi held the sword and stabbed it out again, the sword light still stunning.

Weng Jin stretched out his palm, grabbed the void fiercely, and strong power emerged, condensing into a ball of light.

The sword pierced into the ball of light, unable to move forward.

Weng Jin turned his wrist fiercely, and even turned the sword with Fang Sisi.

This time the power was too great, causing Fang Sisi's sword to escape and was held by Weng Jin Xukong.

The sword circled in the air and fell into Weng Jin's hands.

Before Fang Sisi could react, Weng Jin fell behind Fang Sisi.

The sword pierced out, pierced through the thigh behind Fang Sisi, and pierced through.

Soon, the sword was pulled out again, the blood shot, and Weng Jin stabbed again with the sword.

Fang Sisi's shoulder was pierced completely.

This scene attracted countless eyes.

The king of war against the spirit of war, the spirit of war still dared to continue fighting, itself is attractive enough.

Not to mention, a little girl who looked so pitiful was abused like this.

Fang Sisi turned around, resisting the pain of being pierced everywhere, and tried to grab the sword with both hands.

The sword revolved in Weng Jin's hands and touched Fang Sisi's hands at a very fast speed.

The next moment, the blood shot again, and Fang Sisi's hand muscles were broken.

It was so cruel, many people shook their heads and frowned subconsciously.

At the same time, he was moved by Fang Sisi's tenacity.

This woman knew that she was invincible, but she didn't mean to admit defeat at all. With this momentum, countless people were ashamed.

Holding a **** sword in hand, Weng Jin looked at Fang Sisi condescendingly, with a hideous face like a demon.

Fang Sisi hung his hands weakly on the left and right, looking at Weng Jin firmly with his face, the severe pain irritated her nerves like a tide.

As ordinary people, any pain in any place is enough to make them cry.

But Fang Sisi still gritted his teeth, full of fighting spirit, like a wounded beast, full of danger.

It's all like this, want to fight?

Can you fight?

At this moment, the eyes of the audience fell on Fang Sisi, not for her strength, but for her unyielding fighting spirit.

As long as they are not in the ring, even if they are contestants, they will cast their sights at this moment.

"Why doesn't she admit defeat yet."

Next to Zhao Feiyang, Tian Qi whispered, and at the same time he was full of doubts.

Zhao Feiyang put his arms around his chest and said with emotion: "This is the real warrior, with the will to never surrender and the spirit of never giving up.

If she can continue to grow, the future is boundless. "

After a pause, Zhao Feiyang continued: "Innate talent is innate, and strength can also be slowly achieved through acquired efforts.

But this fighting spirit alone is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. "

"Brother Feiyang thinks highly of him."

Tian Qi whispered, "It's Brother Feiyang, do you have this fighting spirit?"

Zhao Feiyang smiled upon hearing this, and said: "Anyone who wants to become a strong man must have this fighting spirit.

Me, Bingwu Ji, Duan Xingyun, even Fairy Huoyun and Cheng Shuang, they all have this fighting spirit. "

After hearing the words, everyone around him took a breath.

It turns out that the difference between them and these masters is not only talent, but also such fighting spirit.

It is difficult for everyone present to ask themselves if they want to maintain their fighting spirit despite such an injury.

"Don't even admit defeat?

Very good, really great, we can continue to play. "

With a grinning face, Weng Jin slowly raised the sword in his hand, the blade of which was shining sharply.

"With this sword, I will cut off your legs completely!"

The entire competition arena was quiet, and Weng Jin's cold words were particularly obvious.

On the arena, the middle-aged referee raised his brows and gave Yue Chen a little dissatisfied.

If neither Yue Chen nor Fang Sisi meant to admit defeat, as a referee, he could not stop them.

Seeing that the sword was about to be cut off, as a level 5 magic weapon, it could easily cut off Fang Sisi's legs, not even more difficult than cutting tofu.

Countless women closed their eyes subconsciously, afraid to watch such a cruel scene.

There are also some people whose expressions have become extraordinarily excited, as if they really like watching the scene of the torture.

"Admit defeat!"

At this moment, Yue Chen's calm voice finally sounded slowly.

Weng Jin was dissatisfied, as if he hadn't heard, the sword in his hand was severely cut down.

"stop!"

The referee shouted, his figure flickering, blocking the front of the sword.

At the same time, a light and shadow shot up from below the ring, hugged Fang Sisi's body, and retreated sharply.

When the referee caught Weng Jin's sword, Yue Chen and Fang Sisi were already on the edge of the ring.

"you win!"

The middle-aged referee gave Weng Jin a cold look and shouted.

Countless viewers didn't know why, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, as if a stone had fallen on the ground.

"what!"

When everyone's eyes were still on Weng Jin and the referee, Zhao Feiyang couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Brother Feiyang, what's wrong?"

Tian Qi asked.

Zhao Feiyang looked serious, and shouted in a deep voice: "Don't you think that the speed at which Yue Chen appeared just now was a bit too fast?"

"Have it?

It seems to be! "

Tian Qi scratched his head, his eyesight was a little worse, and in his eyes, shouldn't the masters be fast?

He couldn't see Zhao Feiyang's shooting speed.

"Brother Feiyang, is Yue Chen very strong?"

Tian Qi couldn't help asking.

"It's nothing, I'll see it later."

Zhao Feiyang smiled and said, "Weng Jin is a very good whetstone. You should know how Yue Chen's condition is."

"Oh!"

Tian Qi didn't know why he responded, and then continued to look at the ring.

In the arena, Weng Jin looked at the referee very dissatisfied. Although there was nothing in the words, the expression in his eyes was extremely fierce.

The referee ignored Weng Jin's attitude and said indifferently: "Your sword, return it."

"Humph!"

Weng Jin snorted coldly, power emerged in his hand, poured into the sword like a tide, and then fiercely threw it out and stab Yue Chen three meters away.

The silver light suddenly appeared, and the sword was as fast as lightning.

Many people subconsciously followed Jian Guang and looked towards Yue Chen.

This sword seemed to be directed at Yue Chen's body, can Yue Chen catch it?

If you can't catch it, I'm afraid you will suffer a dumb loss.

It is even possible to be killed on the spot.

Although the ring is over, there are still many warriors who were accidentally killed.

If Yue Chen is killed, he can only complain about his poor academic skills.

Finally, when the sword was about to pierce Yue Chen's calf, Yue Chen's manual operation...