Online Game: The Strongest Killing System

The abnormality on Feng Hanshui's body quickly attracted the attention of everyone in the venue.

Many people in the martial arts world began to talk about it.

"Senior Feng, this is..."

"When was Senior Feng hurt by that young man?"

"Strange! It's so strange..."

"Something's wrong, judging by the amount of bleeding, why doesn't Senior Feng seem to notice?"

"Hiss—it hurts just to look at it."

"Where is the bleeding... ass and little brother?"

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The audience began to become chaotic, but the brows of Taoist Qingshan standing aside became more and more tight.

Daoist Qingshan has a wealth of experience, and at the moment he doesn't see how Feng Hanshui was injured.

However, Taoist Master Qingshan can become the rotating president, he is naturally not a person who has made a name for himself, although he can't see all of Lin Wenhao's tricks.

But Taoist Qingshan keenly noticed that Lin Wenhao's left hand was always hidden in his sleeve.

This detail also made Taoist Qingshan very puzzled.

Daoist Qingshan knew very well the strength of Feng Hanshui. In the world of martial arts, Feng Hanshui's strength is enough to be called first-class.

Facing such a strong man, no one would be careless, let alone keep his hands hidden in his sleeves and fight with only one hand.

Daoist Qingshan stroked his beard and hesitated whether to speak to remind Feng Hanshui, but at this moment, an astonishing change happened on the competition stage.

He only heard Feng Hanshui's cry of pain, and he fell to the ground.

Feng Hanshui barely got up, he looked at the place where the pain came from, and Feng Hanshui was startled.

"I... how could my sword!"

The pain in the lower abdomen came, Feng Hanshui ignored it, and he untied the soft sword from his waist.

At this moment, the tip of the soft sword was covered with blood, and the wound on Feng Hanshui's abdomen was stabbed by his own soft sword.

Lin Wenhao looked at Feng Hanshui's puzzled look and said, "What's wrong?"

"Obviously a sword user, was injured by your own sword?"

Lin Wenhao was joking in his words, with a disdainful smile on his face.

Feng Hanshui raised his head angrily, stared at Lin Wenhao and shouted, "You did it?!"

Lin Wenhao frowned and said, "Hehe, the old man praised me."

"Just dodging the attack, I have tried my best, how can I hurt you?"

"Besides, isn't this soft sword pinned around your waist?"

Feng Hanshui was taken aback by Lin Wenhao's words, he couldn't figure out how his soft sword stabbed him now.

And even if you stab yourself, you should be aware of it immediately, but...

Feng Hanshui glanced at his wound, and immediately gasped, his abdomen was bloody, and some pieces of meat were stuck to his clothes.

hiss--

Feng Hanshui groaned in pain, he just wanted to stand up, but there was more severe pain in his waist.

Feng Hanshui turned his head and saw that the back of his pants was already blood red!
Oh shit!Relying on his status, Feng Hanshui cursed in his heart, and immediately untied the long sword pinned behind him.

This long sword was hidden most secretly, the entire spine of the sword was attached to Feng Hanshui's back, and it would not be revealed at all when walking or fighting.

When Feng Hanshui took out the long sword from behind, everyone in the venue was shocked. There are actually two swords hidden on Feng Hanshui's body? !
Even Daoist Qingshan's gaze became very solemn, the wind and cold water can make two swords, this point is clear to Daoist Qingshan.

But Feng Hanshui prepared the third sword, which made Taoist Qingshan have to pay attention to it.

The first item of the exchange meeting is to compete in martial arts, and the second item is to resolve personal grievances.

Feng Hanshui and Long Yuan had a grudge against each other, and Feng Hanshui brought an extra sword on this trip and hid it behind his back, which made people think about it.

But at this moment, Feng Hanshui didn't have time to care what everyone thought of him.

A soft sword and a long sword, the tips of both swords were stained red with blood.

Feng Hanshui looked at the two swords on the ground and remained silent for a long time. At this moment, he fell into deep confusion.

"Is it even better?" Lin Wenhao said with a smile.

Feng Hanshui raised his head and did not answer Lin Wenhao, but instead asked Lin Wenhao.

"This...is this what you did?"

"How did you do it?!"

Lin Wenhao spread his hands and said, "All right, you say yes."

Facing Lin Wenhao's answer, Feng Hanshui roared angrily: "Boy! What despicable means did you use to assassinate me?!"

Lin Wenhao shook his head speechlessly, and then he said to Taoist Qingshan: "I admit defeat?"

Taoist Master Qingshan heard Lin Wenhao's words, and he recovered from the distracted state, and then Taoist Master Qingshan glanced at Fenghanshui covered in blood.

Then Daoist Qingshan jumped onto the martial arts platform and said loudly: "Young friend Lin Wenhao surrenders, Youshui Yage wins!"

Hearing Daoist Qingshan's words, Feng Hanshui naturally refused to do it. He stood up from the ground and was about to say something when his wound burst open.

For a moment, Feng Hanshui's two wounds were bleeding profusely, and the severe pain made Feng Hanshui unsteady and fell to the ground again.

Lin Wenhao snorted coldly and said, "I don't know what I'm so proud of."

"I was stabbed by my own sword, go back and practice again!"

After saying these two sentences, Lin Wenhao was about to turn around, leave the arena and return to his seat.

But at this time, Taoist Master Qingshan said: "Little friend, wait a moment."

Lin Wenhao's face was full of displeasure, and his tone was a bit cold.

"Daoist Qingshan, what else is there?"

Daoist Qingshan was stunned for a moment, then he first smiled and said: "The doctors and nurses will take Leader Feng down quickly."

Then Taoist Qingshan said to Lin Wenhao: "My friend, don't misunderstand me, I have no malicious intentions."

Lin Wenhao rolled his eyes in his heart, I've played 3 fucking games in a row, and you said you didn't mean anything to me?

"Little friend came here with the one-horned dragon Cao Delong, right?"

Lin Wenhao's eyes flashed coldly and he said, "That's right, what advice does Priest Qingshan have?"

"Haha, the conference has come to this point, and the competition is almost over. It's time for the next item."

Daoist Qingshan stroked his beard and said.

"Next item?" Lin Wenhao was a little puzzled.

Daoist Qingshan nodded and said: "That's right, the next step is to resolve personal grievances."

Lin Wenhao frowned, then he nodded.

Coming to the Martial Arts Exchange Meeting today, Lin Wenhao's goal has already been half completed to see people from the martial arts world, although those people from the martial arts world disappointed Lin Wenhao.

The other half is to help Cao Delong solve some troubles.

Daoist Qingshan saw that Lin Wenhao had no intention of objecting, he then said loudly: "This is the end of the competition!"

"Everyone who has a public case, please come to the stage and let the heroes judge."

After saying this, Daoist Qingshan took Lin Wenhao's arm and jumped off the competition platform, and then he whispered to Lin Wenhao.

"Your strength is not bad. You can beat Feng Hanshui with one hand. You can be regarded as a top master in today's martial arts world."

Taoist Qingshan raised Lin Wenhao's left hand while talking.