Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

Sky star platform.

The broad granite ground is endless, the cold wind blows, and the atmosphere is solemn.

Ning LUOQI and Mu Luo stood in the center, facing each other face to face, and their faces were serious.

The officials and the people of South Vietnam are very nervous. They don't know who will win this competition, which is related to their face.

The emperor sat on a high position and looked down at the two men: "how do you want to compete?"

Muluo smiled coldly, "unlimited weapons, unlimited moves, attack arbitrarily until you win! Of course, this competition will stop soon, and I won't hurt people's lives."

Muluo put away some jokes. No matter who the enemy is on the battlefield, he will not be merciful. He will win.

"Weapons? Is this... A little dangerous?"

Officials looked at each other, worried that the sword had no eyes, and even the point could hurt people.

"Yes, it's not suitable to use weapons..."

At this time, someone said, "there are some weapons without blades in the arsenal. If you use those weapons, you won't hurt people."

After hearing this, the emperor nodded slightly, waved his hand and asked people to get the weapon without cutting edge.

Soon the bodyguard brought up some weapons in the arsenal that were not bladed. There were knives, guns, swords and spears. These were all for the prince's training, so there was no blading.

Mu Luo glanced and then made a gesture of invitation, "Your Highness King Jin, choose first."

Ning LUOQI didn't refuse. He went over and chose a sword. He was used to using the sword and practiced fencing.

Muluo also went over and took a heavy shield and machete. Unexpectedly, there was a machete in the imperial Arsenal, which was just what he wanted.

"Choose well, then start!" a trace of blood flashed in Muluo's eyes. After taking the weapon, his momentum suddenly changed and filled with cold.

Ning Luo Qi's face was also dignified. He didn't underestimate the enemy and held the sword tightly.

The atmosphere was tense and ready to go. Everyone held their breath and looked at them. There was going to be a fierce fight soon.

In the crowd, Bai Liyan stared at Ning LUOQI and smiled coldly, with a strange smile.

Dong Dong Dong -- the drums are ringing.

With a ferocious smile, Mu Luo rushed over at a fast pace. He rushed to Ning Luo Qi and waved his sword in an instant.

Ning Luo Qi closed his lips tightly and resisted with his sword. The harsh sound came from the collision of the sword and the sword. Muluo's strength was so great that he almost lost his sword.

Bang, bang!

Mu Luo didn't give him breathing time, and the attack continued to fall.

Ningluo seven stepped back and resisted hard, frowned slightly, and stared at the enemy in front of him with cold and dark eyes. He took a half step backward, suddenly jumped violently, knocked open Muluo's sword and rushed to his chest.

Mu Luo's face changed slightly. Unexpectedly, the weak man in front of him could resist his attack and fight back.

Muluo hurriedly raised the shield and protected his chest. The cold sword hit the shield, which made his body stagger and backward for several steps. His blood gas surged and his throat tasted a trace of fishy sweetness.

The two men stopped the offensive, looked at each other coldly, and looked at each other.

At this time, there was no joke on his face. He looked dignified and stared at each other nervously.

Mu Luo stared at Ning Luo Qi and said coldly, "Your Highness King Jin has good Kung Fu."

Rather Luo seven didn't reply to his words and said faintly: "continue." then he rushed over with his sword.

There was another fight. Their martial arts were both up and down, and their swords collided fiercely. No one had the upper hand.

The onlookers could not help tightening their hearts and pinching a sweat in their palms, "who will win these two people?"

The people of South Vietnam listened and said in a cold voice, "of course, the three princes of our country will win! The three princes have never lost a war and win every battle. They are well deserved war kings in South Vietnam!"

"That's not necessarily. It must be king Jin who will win!" the officials couldn't bear to show weakness and responded.

"What are you talking about?"

"I said his highness King Jin would win. What's the matter? Didn't you hear clearly?"

"You..."

People from both countries almost fought and the crowd was noisy.

The emperor frowned and said solemnly, "be quiet. It's not proper to make a loud noise during the competition!"

The crowd calmed down and stopped arguing. They continued to watch the competition between King Jin and the three princes.

Ning Luo Qi and Mu Luo fought for some time. Both of them had a fine cold sweat on their foreheads, and their breathing became heavy.

Ning LUOQI stares at Mu Luo. After fighting, he knows that the person in front of him is not a straw bag. If he is careless, he will lose under Mu Luo's attack. He must fight with all his strength.

The longer the delay, the worse it will be for him. We need to make a quick decision.

After Ning LUOQI made a decision, he changed his attack method. His sword technique was tricky and difficult to prevent.

Muluo used his shield to resist. After several times, he found that he couldn't keep up with the speed.

The blade was cold, and the cold light flashed -- Mu Luo's pupils narrowed sharply and watched the long sword stab at him, but it was too late to use the shield to block it. He clenched his teeth and turned sideways to avoid.

But it was still a little close. The blade rubbed his arm.

Pain came and blood fainted.

Muluo looked down at the wound, and a cut was made in his arm. Blood kept flowing out, and bursts of tingling came.

Ning LUOQI immediately took back his sword. Seeing the bleeding wound, doubts flashed in his eyes. Then he thought of something and suddenly looked at his sword. It was found that one side of the sword was open.

This sword... Is an open blade sword!

"Your Highness!" the people of Nanyue country saw that Muluo was injured and immediately red eyes and wanted to rush over.

The people of the imperial dynasty also took a breath of cold air, "hiss - what's going on? Don't they say that weapons without blades can hurt people?"

Everyone turned pale. Hurt the three princes of South Vietnam. How should this end?

Looking at this scene, only Bai Liyan didn't change his face. Instead, the corners of his mouth raised slightly and showed a strange smile.

He knew Ning LUOQI was good at using swords, so he secretly ordered someone to change the real swords. As long as he accidentally injured the three princes of Nanyue in the competition, the beam would be finished.

He can easily watch two people fight and reap the benefits. By the way, he can help the Third Prince of South Vietnam to deal with Ning Luo Qi. In this way, he can make friends with the prince of South Vietnam.

Bai Liyan thought silently, and no one knew what he thought.

Muluo's eyes were stained with blood and full of madness.

Seeing that the situation was bad, the emperor immediately said, "the competition was stopped. Go and ask the imperial doctor to treat the third prince."

"Wait!" Mu Luo threw away his shield and stared at Ning Luo seven coldly. "Continue to compete. This little injury is nothing..." he grinned and looked crazy. "I haven't met an opponent for a long time. Come on! Jin Wang, let's have a good fight!"

Ning Luo Qi frowned slightly. His sword was a real sword with an open blade. The competition should stop.

But before he could refuse, Muluo rushed over. He didn't seem to feel the pain in his left arm. The wound was still bleeding, but he didn't care.

When the sword attacked, Ning LUOQI had no choice but to resist with his sword.

Mu Luo made a crazy attack and shouted with a ferocious smile: "why didn't you have the momentum just now?"

Ning Luo Qi frowned more tightly. Mu Luo's attack was fierce. He didn't care whether he had a real sword or a fake sword. In that case... He didn't have to worry anymore.

Thinking so, he clenched his sword.

The person looking at him stared wide and couldn't help holding his breath. "What does your highness King Jin want to do? Do you want to attack with that real sword? This..."

Ning Luo Qi's breath was cold. He knocked down the sword in Mu Luo's hand and cut down the long sword.

"Stop!"

"Your Highness King Jin, stop!"

Everyone's eyes open quickly. The sword in King Jin's hand is a real sword!

At the last moment, the long sword suddenly stopped and hung on Muluo's neck. The cold flash flashed. As long as it was closer, it could cut off his head.

Muluo dared not move, and cold sweat fell down his cheeks and onto the ground.

The moment was silent, and everyone stared at the scene.

Ningluo seven calmly took back his sword and said, "you lost."

"..." Mu Luo's face was ugly. He lost. He won every battle in South Vietnam. He didn't know how many times the leader fought. Unexpectedly, he lost to the people of the imperial dynasty.

Moreover, the enemy left his hand and did not hurt him.

Ningluo's seven attack moves were excellent. He stopped at the last moment and just cut off several hairs of Muluo.

Everyone on the Tianxing platform was stunned and cheered for a while, "Your Highness King Jin won! Ha ha... Your highness King Jin won the prince of Nanyue!"

"Great!"

Everyone felt happy. Just now, the people of South Vietnam were very arrogant and arrogant, and their angry faces were livid.

Now that his highness King Jin has won the prince of Nanyue, they can finally be proud.

On the contrary, the people in South Vietnam were depressed and looked ugly.

Bai Liyan saw that Ning LUOQI had won the competition and the stars supported the moon. He was dressed in white and tall, like a relegated immortal, which made people unable to move their eyes, and he couldn't help complaining.

This war made Ningluo seven famous.

Officials who originally had prejudices against Ningluo seven now have their own identity in their hearts.

Bai Liyan clenched his fist and stared at Ning Luo Qi, Ning Luo Qi... I won't let you take power! This world is mine!

Even if he wins the competition, Ning Luo seven wounded the South Vietnamese Prince and became enemies with the South Vietnamese country. The South Vietnamese prince will find a way to deal with him.

On such a thought, Bai Liyan felt better. Anyway, things went smoothly according to his plan, which successfully made Ning LUOQI and the prince of South Vietnam fall in love.

He was secretly proud.

Mu Luo stared at Ning Luo Qi coldly, his face was cold, and his bloody eyes seemed to want to kill.

Ning Luo Qi's face was light and the clouds were light. There was no change at all. He quietly looked at Mu Luo.

At the next moment, Muluo threw away his sword and laughed, "it's been a long time since you fought so happily! Your highness King Jin, you won! But I won't admit defeat... We'll have another competition when we have a chance in the future!"

Muluo said it briskly. He didn't remember his revenge and hurt at all. Instead, he appreciated Ningluo seven more.

Ning Luo Qi nodded slightly, "OK."

"Let's go and drink! I'll give you a toast!" Muluo said cheerfully.

Bailiyan was stunned when he saw this scene. What's going on? Ningluo seven wounded the South Vietnamese prince, but the South Vietnamese Prince did not bear revenge at all. Instead, he hooked his shoulders with Ningluo seven and had a friendly attitude.

What the hell is going on?