"Wow!" Zhuge Pangpang shouted, but he didn't expect that Yuan Xiaoji was so fierce.

In the judges' seat, Chen Zhennan laughed, "Okay, I didn't expect this little girl to have such strength, it's not bad!"

Chen Zhennan's eyes were filled with love, and he wanted to accept disciples.

Jiang Tianhe's eyes were also very bright. He naturally saw Chen Zhennan's thoughts and said, "Chen Zhennan, I like this girl, don't snatch me!"

"Jiang Tianhe, you take yourself too seriously!" Chen Zhennan and Jiang Tianhe faced tit-for-tat, "This girl looks like she has a fate with me!"

"Can you want some face?"

In the judges' seat, two masters quarreled.

On the stage, Yuan Xiaoji flashed with her cute big eyes and looked at the Dongyi warrior who had climbed up from the ground and drew his sword toward each other.

This exchange meeting did not stipulate that weapons cannot be used, so the other party can use a samurai sword!

"Baga, damn woman, I want to behead you!" The Dongyi warrior felt pain in his forehead. He wanted to slash Yuan Xiaoji with one knife to avenge his previous shame.

Yuan Xiaoji hooked his finger at the Dongyi warrior, with a playful look on his face, "Hmph, it's amazing to have a knife, you can't beat me even if you have a knife!"

The Dongyi samurai felt a strong sense of humiliation!

Especially in the Dongyi environment where men are superior to women, he cannot tolerate the humiliation of Yuan Xiaoji as a woman!

The next second, he held the knife in both hands, a hoarse roar in his throat, and strode towards Yuan Xiaoji!

Yuan Xiaoji's legs bent slightly, and his palms faced each other, forming a horoscope.

This is the starting style of Chinese martial arts standard!

At this moment, all Chinese people felt their blood boiling!

The Dongyi samurai was not slow either. In just two breaths, he arrived in front of Yuan Xiaoji. The samurai sword in his hand suddenly turned into a horizontal sword and swept towards Yuan Xiaoji's waist!

This is the usual method of samurai swords. It is simple and clear, but it is too domineering to prevent it!

The bright knife flashed through a large white light, causing everyone to sweat for Yuan Xiaoji!

Facing the samurai sword that was cut across, Yuan Xiaoji took a step back, lowered her delicate body, and suddenly came out of her palm!

Her palm was faster than the opponent's samurai sword.

Before everyone could come to their senses, they heard a crisp sound of "po"!

Yuan Xiaoji's palm slapped the body of the samurai sword that was cut across, causing everyone to breathe in!

The previous leg kill made them feel Yuan Xiaoji's ferocity, but they didn't expect that they would dare to break the other's knife with their hands!

This is no longer fierce, it is cruel!

Yuan Xiaoji is in the realm of transforming strength, and internal force is transmitted to the blade through the palm of his palm.

Wong--

The originally stable samurai sword emitted a high-frequency vibration, and a crisp sound echoed in the huge gymnasium.

The pupils of the Toyi samurai shrank!

Because under Yuan Xiaoji's palm, the samurai sword in his hand was a little uncontrollable and almost lost his hand!

Just at this moment, Yuan Xiaoji's hand slapped on the samurai sword turned into a fist!

Bang--

A show punch hit the opponent's nose bridge firmly.

ah--

The Dongyi warrior cried out in pain, held the samurai sword and staggered back a few steps, how embarrassed it would be!

In the audience, the pressure in the area where the Dongyi people are located is a little low, and everyone's face looks ugly.

They had already seen that Kimaru was definitely not Yuan Xiaoji's opponent, and Yuan Xiaoji was just playing with Kimaru.

"Haha, OK, it's so good. I like this girl very much!" Chen Zhennan couldn't help laughing, his eyes full of appreciation for Yuan Xiaoji.

"This girl is really good." Jiang Tianhe, who has always been serious, also had a smile on his face.

But his smile fell into the eyes of Zhao Xuantie and others, which was even more terrifying than crying.

Yuan Xiaoji clenched her fists and looked at Lu Ming in the audience as if she was seeking credit.

Lu Ming gave her a thumbs up.

Yuan Xiaoji was in full bloom.

Guimaru was trembling all over and full of anger. He could never accept being humiliated by a woman!

"Baga, the stinky girl from China, I want you to die!" Kimaru had red eyes and was already a little unreasonable.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaoji's pretty face showed anger, and Chinese women could not tolerate any humiliation from barbarians!

Whoosh-

Yuan Xiaoji turned into a afterimage.

The next second, Guimaru felt a lighter in his hand, and then he realized that the samurai sword had fallen into Yuan Xiaoji's hands at some point.

However, he had not come back to his senses.

The samurai sword in Yuan Xiaoji's hand has fallen down!

Bang!

The blade twitched directly on his face, leaving a three-finger-wide red mark.

Bang!

Yuan Xiaoji's movements did not stop and she slashed Kimaru's other half in the face with her backhand!

"Let you scold our Chinese women!"

Yuan Xiaoji was angry, and the samurai sword in her hand was like a fly swatter, waving back and forth in her hand!

Slap sex!

After a few breaths, the originally arrogant Ghost Maru has been sucked into a pig's face by Yuan Xiaoji.

"Referee, we admit defeat!"

Noda Shinzuki shouted at the referee.

The referee looked at the face of Kimaru, whose face was so swollen that he could not even recognize him, suppressed his excitement and asked loudly: "Kemaru, have you admitted defeat?"

Slap sex!

Yuan Xiaoji's movements did not stop. The originally shaky blade was stained with purple-red blood.

Ahhhhh—

Ahhhhh—

Guimaru could no longer speak, and shook his head mechanically, making an extremely painful scream.

It is impossible to describe Yuan Xiaoji at this time as ferocity. To be precise, it should be cruel!

"Uh, ahem, how could this girl be so cruel!" Lu Ming looked at the angry Yuan Xiaoji and said helplessly.

Zhuge Pangpang shrank his neck and swallowed even more. He secretly swore that he would rather offend Lu Ming than offend Yuan Xiaoji in the future!

Of course, it was not only Zhuge Pangpang who was afraid of, but also some warriors from the six states in the sea and Dongyi.

Yuan Xiaoji is too cruel!

It's like a rascal loli!

An indelible shadow was left in their hearts.

"Let's admit defeat, we admit defeat!" Noda Shinjutsu almost yelled. If this continues, Kimaru will be completely useless.

Huff--

Yuan Xiaoji seemed to be tired of fighting, and looked at the bloody samurai sword, showing a hint of fear, and threw the samurai sword out in an instant.

"Oh, it's bleeding, it's so scary!"

The fear on Yuan Xiaoji's face did not seem to be disguised, but in the eyes of the Dongyi people, it was disguised!

"Me, did I win?" Yuan Xiaoji looked at the somewhat confused referee and asked weakly.

The referee came back to his senses and shouted loudly: "In this game, China will win!"

"Ah, I won!"

Upon hearing this, Yuan Xiaoji jumped happily away from the competition platform and returned to Lu Ming, "Master, I won! How am I acting?"

"Good, very good performance." Lu Ming praised Yuan Xiaoji with a smile on his face, "Keep in the current game in the next game!"

"Okay, okay!" Yuan Xiaoji giggled, and received praise from Lu Ming. She was happier than eating honey.

"Ahem." Ye Chengxin couldn't help hearing this from the side, "Would it be too cruel?"
Chapter completed!