Chapter 162: Regret

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I have already made up my mind. This time I will never miss Nalan Night. Han Xun has already established a prestige in the first game. Even though this will face the irony of Luo Qingying, he will not care.
Cold and proud smile, Han Xun not only did not feel humiliation, but full of hate: "Northern Vietnam, even if there is only one person left, it will definitely not destroy the country. No matter who, dare to damage my North Vietnamese, he will definitely let him Paying the price. 朕 Today, but I want to fight with the king of Chu, Nalan, if I dare not say it, I don’t need a woman to cover up her guilty conscience!"
Actually being said to be a woman, Luo Qingying heard the fire, if she was poisoned before Nalan night, would she worry? Let Nalan’s nightingale teach Hanson.
The thought of the last time Hansen and Lin Yixuan started, although good, but far worse than Nalan night. Ganghe and Lin Xiaochen had another match, which was a lot stronger than last time, but still better than Nalan night.
Thinking of this, Luo Qingyi sneered: "Since some people want to be shameful, then the girl does not stop, Nalan night..." She turned to look at the handsome man at the side of the Qing, faintly said: "Someone is looking for If you are not tired, it is better to go to Bibi. Some people in the province think that we are good at bullying."
"Zi Qing, since the North Vietnamese Emperor wants to compare with you, it is better to go." At this time, Xi Chudi also spoke, although the tone was dull, but there was a hint of incomprehensibility.
Xi Chudi was angry.
It’s just arrogant! Is this Han Xun really here he is North Vietnam? Not only did he make a few rumors, but he also openly provoked the rules of the game. Taking advantage of his identity, Xi Chudi is not too interfered, so he did not hesitate to let Nalan fight in the night to strengthen the country.
The dagger was moving, the robes were light, and Nalan stood up slowly.
Nearly perfect and handsome faces, only together, attracted the attention of everyone on the scene. Everyone was staring at his reaction, and when he saw him stand up, the temperament of being a noble and extraordinary person was revealed in this gesture.
The black hair was light, and the pair of blinds looked at the test bench, and the look was not shocked. Nalan night is still a faint look, neither angry because of Han Xun's provocation, nor passive embarrassment.
Without a word, he only handed a smile to Luo Qingying, then turned back and walked step by step toward the test bench.
"Nalan night..." The heart suddenly flashed a subtle emotion, and Luo Qingqi blurted out. "Beware."
The back that has already reached the front, nodded slightly, and made a slight meal. It has already passed through the seats of everyone, and gradually approached Hansen. Every step of his life hangs the hearts of all people. Even though there are countless girls who love the night of Nalan, they can't help but hold their breath and get nervous.
Yan Ningyu and Nangong Yuer were staring at him with a straight hook, clutching his fist tightly, and secretly cheering for him.
As soon as the figure was moving, Nalan’s night was like a cloud, and it floated on the test bench. When everyone was stunned, they cheered and cheered.
"Nalan night, I can't think of you dare to come up." Han Xun was overcast.
"Between you and me, there will be a battle sooner or later, what is the difference between morning and evening." Nalan night cloud is light and windy, as if mixed.
The more he was stimulated by this attitude, Han Xun raised his sword in his hand and sighed: "Well, have the courage, I am going to compete with you today and see if you have regressed in the past few years. Choose weapons." "Slightly smile, Nalan night should not sound, went to the weapon rack, and took a long sword."
The sword is unsheathed, and the wide sleeves are lightly swayed. Every move is not contaminated with half a fire, as if the next thing to do is not a test, but an elegant sword dance. Gazing at the sword, and then looking at Han Xun, thin lips lightly: "Northern Emperor, please."
I have been waiting for this moment, Han Xun really can't wait to kill Nalan's night, and now he can make a gesture, and finally he can start to see his cold eyes, and he did not hesitate to lift the sword.
The arms are flat, like a huge goshawk slam dunk, Han Xun is full of murderous, a sword stabbed.
In the face of such a surge, Nalan’s long sword was picked up, and there was no change in color. Only listening to the slight impact of the golden stone, he has turned into a group of black shadows, passing through the fierce murderous, like a fish like water, flexible and free.
Han Xun did not hesitate, and he started to be more fierce. A sword-like sword was like a continuous wave, and he kept attacking Nalan Night. Nalan’s night hand block, the robes flew, like a cloud that kept changing. Although it is constantly retreating, it is still stable, and there is a degree of advancement and retreat.
Luo Qingying looked at her, never been so careful.
Although she was assured of Nalan’s night, she was relieved, but she had to be alert to Hanson. This man is insidious and mean, and he is guilty. In order to hurt Nalan’s night, he is afraid that he will not hesitate to pay any price.
Seeing that the two players played more and more fiercely on the field, from time to time, there were nervous girls who exclaimed, and they were anxious for the victory of Nalan Night. Although Luo Qingying is very confident, he has to guard against Han Xun.
Daddy, I saw that the Huxun attack suddenly became fierce, even more than doubled just now, only two strokes will force Nalan night to retreat. Luo Qing’s heart jumped and almost stood up.
"This Han Xun... really stunned." Luo Qingying saw it. Han Xun actually hides his strength from beginning to end. Not only did he see him fight with Lin Yixuan for the first time, but also the hands of Lin Xiaochen. Did not do his best.
Needless to say, nature is for the moment!
Hanson was guarding Nalan's night from beginning to end, deliberately causing his wrong judgment, with the intention of killing Nalan's night.
The attack speed is also fast, as if the squally showers, Han Xun looks gloomy, flashing a strong murder, can not wait for a sword to kill Nalan night on the spot. A strong wind whistling out, almost disappearing quickly, only to hear the sound of a long sword collision, Nalan night has been forced to the edge of the test bench.
There was a strong hate in his eyes, and Han Xun gritted his teeth as if he had forced a low word from the teeth: "Nalan night, you are going to die!"
The voice has not fallen, and the sword has stabbed the past.
The audience was shocked. Some people almost wanted Nalan to admit defeat. But at this critical time, the long sword in Nalan’s night pierced into the ground with lightning, and the sword was bent like a bowstring. Already with the help of this rebound force leaping, turned into a touch of shadow from the top of Han Xun.
This moment, it was so fast that everyone was almost unresponsive.
Also unresponsive is Han Xun, even though he is hands-on, this moment is a bit embarrassing. I thought I could stab Nalan Night with a sword. Even if I couldn't kill him, I could at least make him seriously injured. But he never imagined that he retained his strength and that Nalan did not do his best.
When Hanson turned around, his eyes were cold and his neck was cold. Nalan’s long sword was already on his neck.
The whole person is stiff...
Actually... even so defeated?
Han Xun completely recovered from the gods, standing in the spot, the viciousness and murder of the eyes slowly disappeared, and was gradually replaced by accidents and shocks. The hand of the sword he raised was still in the air, as if it were petrified, but it would not move at all.
"Northern Emperor, you lost." Nalan smiled a little.
"..." Han Xun's lips are screaming, seemingly want to say something, but the throat is dry and painful, and a word can't be said.
He lost, and lost so fast! For the purpose of this four-nation parliament, he has been preparing for so many years. He thought that he would win the game. He did not expect this result. He could not accept it anyway.
Han Xun was pale and his hands trembled: "Impossible... impossible... how can I lose?"
When this moment was seen by everyone, the whole audience rang out, and countless people applauded. Countless people stood up and cheered. The West Chudi, who was sitting on a dragon chair, was a long-awaited dragon, and nodded again and again.
Luo Qingying finally breathed a sigh of relief.
I couldn't help but waved at the stage. She smiled like a flower. At this moment, she put down all the restraints and scruples. The joy of her heart was like a spring, and she could no longer restrain herself: "Nalan Night!"
After hearing her voice, Nalan put down her long sword at night and smiled at her.
No one thought of it, just in the moment when Nalan turned around, Hanson’s low-lying face flashed a strong unwillingness and murder. He suddenly raised his head and slammed his long sword toward his nalan night. The gloomy and vicious face was like a demon who had climbed up in hell.
"Nalan night, go to hell!" Jianguang flashed, and if it was thundering.
"Nalan night is careful!" Luo Qingying's heartbeat is almost stopped, everyone is staying.
clang!
As if he had his eyes behind him, Nalan’s backhand was lifted, and Hanson, who was rushing toward him, was like a whole person who ran into the tip of the sword and was stabbed straight.
I felt the pain of the pain, Han Xun's eyes were like a brass bell, staring at his chest incredulously.
The blade was directly immersed in his body, and a drop of blood had poured out, dripping down the ground along the blade, like a blossoming red plum.
"Nalan night, you..."
"Han Xun, can you admit defeat?" The five words, just different from the previous one, are not at all calm and indifferent, full of Sensen cold. That handsome face is still with a smile, but the face of the cold is like a thousand years of ice, frozen all the world.
As if stunned by this look, Han Xun actually forgot the pain.
"You... can you kill me?" At this moment, he was a little panicked.
"Can you admit defeat?"
This sentence is still the same, without a slight change, Han Xun has heard the profound meaning contained therein. He only had a meal, and he consciously sent the sword in the other hand forward again. The intense pain hit him and almost made him cry out.
very scary!
Han Xun felt that the man in front of him was not the Nalan night that would only sneer at Luo Qing, the gentle and elegant, but the war of Xichu! He didn't know how many lives he had harvested. Even though he was pure and noble, he was still a of death with his hands covered with blood.
He tried to provoke death? Han Xun regrets not.