Chapter 162: Magic Wu trick!

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"Zhao Xuemei, who started in Magic Wu, is one of the few girls in this exchange. She has not played before."
"Jingwu is the starting of Wei Shujie. Although Wei Shujie lost to Chen Jiasheng before, he may retreat without injury. It is obvious that Wei Shujie's strength is extremely strong."
"..."
With the introduction of Liu Huarong, the two warring parties took office.
Wei Shujie, also used long sticks.
Among the Yiwu martial artists, the martial artists are mainly simple and easy to get started. Knives and sticks are the most commonly used weapons. Secondly, the weapons, guns, axes, and scorpions are used much less.
"Magic Wu Da, Zhao Xuemei!"
"Kyoto Wuda, Wei Shujie!"
The two just finished the introduction, and suddenly there was a roar from the audience: "The magic weapon will win, defeat the Jingwu!"
"Magic will win!"
"Jingwu will win, a string of five!"
"..."
This time, there are many people from both universities to watch the battle. The grievances between Jingwu and Wuwu are really countless.
First and second, there is little relationship and embarrassment.
Before the national exchange competition was officially announced, the two colleges and universities almost had a private contest each year, and the magic weapon lost more and less.
"quiet!"
Some strong people sighed and interrupted everyone's cheers.
The referee was not in a hurry to announce the start. When he was quiet, he said: "Begin!"
At the beginning, Zhao Xuemei and Wei Shujie moved at the same time!
Wei Shujie started to be a stick!
This stick, the strong burst of blood, surprised many people.
......
"Bastard!"
In the background, Yang Xiaoman roared!
Wei Shujie hides his strength in the last round!
In the last round, Wei Shujie played against Chen Jiasheng. The most outbreak of qi and blood was 30 cards. Maybe Jingwu had already calculated the magic weapon. He did not let Wei Shujie show his true strength. After all, his full force broke out and it was not necessarily Chen Jiasheng’s opponent. Anyway, there is still a Fang Wenxiang pressed.
The last time I lost, so many people have looked down on him, including the magic Wu side.
But this time, Wei Shujie started, the first stick broke out of blood to reach 50 cards!
Zhao Xuemei is not a warrior who has tempered the upper limbs. He also took the hard-hitting mind at first, and the first stick on the stage was to fight each other.
Yang Xiaoman screamed, but Tang Feng was frowning: "Maybe to calculate Fang Ping."
Wei Shujie started, in the case of the magic Wu, once Fang Ping started, may be the first encounter with the other side.
Once Fang Ping is stunned, he may be countered.
Fang Ping did not care about this, but kept staring at the front desk.
......
Wei Shujie’s move of 50 calories was obviously beyond Zhao Xuemei’s expectations.
Zhao Xuemei has been unable to give in at the moment, and it is inevitable.
She also has no retreat.
The next moment, the two sticks collided with each other!
"when!"
A loud noise, Zhao Xuemei stepped back a few steps, his face flushed, but there was no vomiting blood.
Wei Shujie’s attack on Jiangong was also unambiguous, and he immediately caught up with the second strike!
Zhao Xuemei slammed the stick this time, slamming a loud noise, her long stick in her hand trembled, and blood was dripping on her hand.
Zhao Xuemei pouted, still screaming, and continued to step back.
Wei Shujie’s two consecutive blows were followed by Zhao Xuemei, and his heart was a bit strange. His two strikes were not so good. Zhao Xuemei’s situation, he knew, a hard-bone warrior.
Wei Shujie's blood is close to 300 calories. In addition to retaining the necessary blood to survive, he can at least cut out four to five sticks.
Zhao Xuemei took another shot, and I am afraid that the guilt will be hit hard.
Wei Shujie does not care what this woman thinks, since he is hard, he is not welcome!
At the time when everyone in the audience had not returned to God, Wei Shujie swept a stick and brought out a whistling whistle.
"when!"
The third stick, there was another crisp sound.
And Zhao Xuemei's hands were shaking and the sticks were shaking. The next moment, the long stick in Zhao Xuemei's hand slipped and fell to the ground.
Wei Shujie’s face was a joy, and all three sticks were hard-wired. At this moment, Zhao Xuemei has been hit hard!
"This woman is stubborn!"
There is such a thought in my heart, but Wei Shujie has no mercy.
In the blink of an eye, his fourth stick fell!
The purpose of today's World War I is to reinvent the main force of the Magic Wu. As for the next game, he is not ready to fight. Their goal is to retreat.
Just at the moment when his fourth stick fell, Zhao Xuemei, who had just been retreating, suddenly swiftly rushed to the front!
Slightly avoiding the front end of the long stick, Zhao Xuemei suddenly grabbed the back of the long stick!
Wei Shujie is not afraid. Zhao Xuemei, who has not been tempered in the upper limbs, wants to grab his weapon. How simple is it!
At this moment, Zhao Xuemei, who has never been snoring, suddenly opened his mouth and a blood arrow in his mouth shot directly on his face!
Wei Shujie did not expect that Zhao Xuemei would have been vomiting a blood without spitting it out, but at this time.
The blood arrow is extremely fast, and the distance between the two is close.
The next moment, the blood arrow directly shot Wei Shujie's eyes, Wei Shujie had to close his eyes, but his hands were not slow, his right hand put down the long stick, and violently punched Zhao Xuemei!
Zhao Xuemei did not have the thought of avoiding. At the same time that Wei Shujie hit a punch, Zhao Xuemei also glared at his eyes and closed his eyes. When he could not see the movement, he slammed his foot out and the goal was the other party’s yin!
Her choice is to lose both!
Hard to pick up the other side, but also to abolish Wei Shujie!
From the first stick of Wei Shujie, Zhao Xuemei knew that he was not his opponent, and he was disabled by himself, and he lost both sides!
"boom!"
Zhao Xuemei’s left shoulder was heavily punched, and the bones made a crisp sound.
The next moment, Zhao Xuemei also kicked the other side under the yin!
"what!"
It is not Zhao Xuemei but Wei Shujie who broke out of screams!
Wei Shujie apparently did not expect that the other party would not avoid it and would choose to pick him up.
Plus the eyes can not see clearly, do not rub for a while, actually was kicked by Zhao Xuemei!
The screams broke out in an instant, and Wei Shujie collapsed to the ground and groaned in pain.
Zhao Xuemei had previously hardly picked up the three sticks. At this moment, she was punched in front of her. The guilt was already hurt. Wei Shujie just slammed the ground, Zhao Xuemei slammed down and slammed the blood in his mouth.
The referee slightly frowned, quickly said: "Zhao Xuemei wins, carry it down!"
Wei Shujie fell to the ground first, so he was sentenced to Zhao Xuemei, but at this moment, victory or not is not important.
Both were seriously injured, Zhao Xuemei said that the injury is even heavier than Wei Shujie.
Wei Shujie was hurt by the yin, and he did not know what the result was. For men, this proportion is still troublesome.
......
"I am embarrassed, afraid!"
Fu Changding snorted and shuddered, and then he said, "Is it okay?"
"You go to the competition first, let's go to the medical room!"
Fang Ping sighed and immediately took the person to the medical room. This time, the gymnasium set up an emergency medical room.
......
Soon, Fang Ping went to the medical room.
Both Yang Xiaoman and Chen Yunqi have red eyes, looking at Zhao Xuemei who is still spurting blood, "Snow Plum..."
"Doctor, Xuemei, she..."
"Inner guilty, but people don't die, they have to cultivate a month, and they have to adjust their guilt. Don't swear in three months, you can't die..."
The doctor also saw this situation. This time the medical team was specially transferred from the cave.
As long as people don't die, they will be willing to recover their medicines and resources. Under normal circumstances, they can recover.
Of course, like Sun Mingyu's break, even if it is connected, the later will have a little impact.
But at least you have to delay the two months of cultivation time.
When I heard that Zhao Xuemei could be well-healed, everyone was relieved. The blood in Zhao Xuemei’s mouth stopped. The consciousness was still awake. It was difficult:
I... I’m fine...

Fang Ping did not say anything, Zhao Xuemei is not the first time to compete.
This time, I knew that I couldn’t help it. In the end, I was still holding the heart of both sides and hurting Wei Shujie.
Thinking of this, Fang Ping is somewhat curious, how is Wei Shujie?
Will not be abolished at once?
Really like this, for men, it is worse than Sun Mingyu.
At this moment, Wei Shujie is not here, but inside. Several people from Jingwu are also there. Fang Ping is not good at watching the fun.
"Good cultivation."
Fang Ping sighed and saw that Bai Ruoxi also came. He didn’t stay here for a long time, and he was still playing in front.
......
The warriors broke out with all their strength, and they were all very fast.
When Fang Ping came back, they just saw Fu Changding screaming and nailed Long Tao’s thighs to the ground!
"Dare to bully our magical people, kill you!"
Fu Changding still doesn't know the situation of Zhao Xuemei, but it is obviously not too light. At this moment, it is also furious. Under the full force, it is directly under the death!
If Long Tao did not evade it in time, it was his chest that was nailed to the ground at the moment.
Just happened, Han Xu, who is on the other side of Jingwu, is back.
Seeing this scene, Han Xu’s face was gloomy, and everyone in Beijing and Beijing was ugly.
Wei Shujie was not hurt by Zhao Xuemei. The doctor said that he tried his best to keep the thing. In short, the situation was very critical. Even if it was saved this time, this round of competition is not to be on stage.
Now Long Tao has also been seriously injured, Fu Changding still uttered madness, everyone can not be angry.
As the Jingwu tutor on the second floor confessed to the loss, the medical team quickly carried people off the stage.
Five minutes into the battle, three people were seriously injured and stepped down!
Han Xu did not wait for the referee to speak, and directly took the rifle on the stage.
When Fu Changding saw him, he sneered: "What else do you do with a gun? Just take out the sword."
"Fu Changding, do you think you can beat me?"
Han Xu is not in a hurry, faintly said: "You should learn the gun, it should be a psychological shadow attack? I was not able to sleep in bed for two months..."
Fu Changding said coldly: "Is it meaningful to take out the things of Chen Sesame and Rotten Millet?
At the beginning, the people who learned the guns in the world were influenced by your Han Xu, a joke!

"You and Tang Songting can actually enter the exchange competition. It is beyond my expectation. I thought that the magic martial arts talents would benefit. How can you not get up?" Han Xu said, and said: "But it doesn't matter, at first. You can't lift your head, and it's the same now!"
"Try it!"
His voice fell, the rifle screamed, and it was already shot!
Han Xu did not take the move, and the figure moved and left the place in an instant.
Fu Changding saw his footwork last time. At the moment, he was also unambiguous. The long gun was instantly turned into a sweep. He was the center and swept the square!
The next moment, Han Xu's figure appeared.
"I originally thought about saving some effort, but I can think about it again, or solve it for you with ease. With a gun, you will remember all your life. As long as I use Han Xu with a gun, you will never be an opponent!"
Han Xu still has a heart to talk at the moment, on the one hand to combat Fu Changding's morale, on the other hand, he also said that he is indeed capable.
"Hey!"
There was a burst of buzz in the air, and Han Xu’s gun quickly swept out and collided with Fu Changding’s long gun.
"boom!"
Spark sputtering.
The next moment, Han Xu’s arms were thick and the temple collapsed.
Liu Huarong, who has been paying attention to the game, was surprised: "Three times of bone-hardening, no, the upper limbs have been quenched, probably more than 30%..."
Han Xu is also tempering the lower limb bones, but at this moment the arm is instantaneous and thick, bursting out strong blood.
"I thought that Han Xu was on the footsteps. Now it seems that Xiaoxu Han Xu, the blood broke out 60 cards, not weaker than Fang Ping."
Chen Xueyan answered: "Fang Ping met the enemy, Han Xu is faster than him, and he also mastered the killer."
"The two may not be able to meet."
"..."
Their voices fell, and on the stage, Fu Changding had already played more than ten strokes with Han Xu.
Han Xu did not break out again, but his movements were faster than Fu Changding. More than ten strokes were made, and Fu Changding clearly fell into the disadvantage.
Fu Changding is flushed at the moment, and his heart is also angry.
Suddenly, Fu Changding screamed: "Look at my Luojia gun!"
After all, the rifle in the hand swayed out in an instant, and there was a wave of air in the shocking air.
Han Xu’s face is also somewhat solemn.
Not ready to harden Fu Changding this move, Han Xu stepped in and chose to avoid.
But the next moment, everyone is a little embarrassed.
Fu Changding smashed out the rifle, but he lost the rifle and let the rifle fly out, no matter whether it hurts or not. There are so many masters present.
The long gun "咻" slammed out under the stage, not waiting for the strongman on the second floor, the referee pinned it and caught the rifle.
And Fu Changding threw a long gun, and the man had already rushed to Han Xu.
Han Xu just noticed that he was attracted by a long gun. He did not rub it for a while and was beaten by Fu Changding.
"Hey..."
The two were close, Fu Chang Ding was moving, Han Xu was also unambiguous, and he played a close combat.
The two men moved very fast, and after a few seconds, they slammed and a figure flew out.
Everyone looked at it and it was Fu Changding.
Fu Changding was pale at the moment, and the blood leaked from his mouth, but he was proud of it.
After laughing, the line of sight hurried to the second floor.
He won't admit defeat himself!
Tang Feng’s face on the second floor was somewhat helpless, and said:
Trust!

Everyone has time to look at Han Xu, Han Xu's face is also somewhat whitish, but it is much better than Fu Changding.
However, Fu Changding’s proud smile is obviously for a reason.
At the moment, Han Xu, his eyes are black and purple, both eyes are awkward, and blood is dripping on his nose.
Fu Changding hardly picked up a few tricks from him. He just hit a few punches on his face and almost didn't disfigure Han Xu.
Han Xu's blood is not empty, but the eyes are getting more and more swollen, obviously some invisible trends.
A warrior lost his eyesight, and it is difficult to listen to the wind. At this moment, Han Xu obviously has little remaining strength.
"Playing beautiful!"
Seeing Fu Changding, who was lifted down, Fang Ping was hard to praise.
Han Xu was labeled like this, and then it may not be Yang Xiaoman’s opponent.
Fu Changding gasped and laughed hard: "What is this, look at his face, let him hold the pig's head until the final!"
The people just had a lot of depression because of Zhao Xuemei’s serious injury. They were a lot better at the moment and suddenly laughed.
Yang Xiaoman wearing a glove at the moment, said: "Look at me, dare to beat a woman's bastard, I make them look good!"
This is to say that Jingwu, also known as Fang Ping.
Fang Ping rolled his eyes and thought about it: "Han Xu's vision is impaired. You should have a play against it, but Fang Wenxiang's strength is not weak. Don't hurt too much. You have to fight with them the day after tomorrow."
"know!"
Yang Xiaoman did not know that he did not listen to it. People had already stepped into the ring.