Boss, he is sick and only I can cure him

In the middle of the racecourse, the moment Shen Manwu finished speaking, Fang Qi moved.

The machete in his hand is like a murderous blade, picking out the opponent's vital points every time he attacks.

Uncle Dao had sharp eyes. While Fang Qi was attacking, he was retreating to dodge.

After more than a dozen rounds, Fang Qi was out of breath, but Uncle Dao seemed to be able to do it with ease. From the beginning to now, he didn't even pull out the knife.

"Is this all Liu Fei taught you?"

From the voice of this sentence, it is not difficult to hear that Uncle Dao is a little disappointed.

Fang Qi felt that he was humiliated, and a surge of blood rushed to his head. He shouted: "Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword!"

Whatever!

Since it is a competition, drawing the sword is the most basic respect for the opponent.

Uncle Dao raised his right hand and held the handle of the broad knife behind him.

At this moment, a very thin light flashed past and shot towards Uncle Dao's abdomen quickly.

Uncle Dao's pupils shrank, he put some force on his feet, jumped up and dodged the blow.

If it hadn't been for the bright sunshine today, the hidden needles hidden under the sleeves would have been really hard to guard against.

Landing again, Uncle Dao looked at Fang Qi with a look that was no longer slightly disappointed like before, but with a look of deep disgust.

"A villain's behavior!"

"Phew!" He drew out his broad sword and slashed straight at Fang Ping with the force of sweeping thousands of troops.

Fang Ping looked horrified, Uncle Dao's movements were simple and quick, and it was already too late to dodge.

He quickly used the scimitar in his hand to resist, but the broad knife weighed nearly a hundred pounds, and coupled with Uncle Dao's domineering attack, the scimitar couldn't resist it at all.

A gap was broken directly on the blade of the crescent moon knife, and the back of the knife was directly pressed against his shoulder. Fang Qi used all his strength to barely let the broad knife cut off his head.

He struggled to carry the strength of the broad sword, but he still refused to admit defeat: "Dao Xiangming! If you hadn't had the advantage in strength in weapons back then, my master would not have lost to you!"

Uncle Knife's expression was cold, and he regained his strength slightly, "Every weapon has its advantages and disadvantages. The Crescent Knife is light and dexterous. It all depends on the ability of the person holding it. Don't make any mistakes if your skills are inferior to others." Blame it on the weapon, and you, a person who used a concealed weapon during the game, do not deserve to call me by my name!"

As soon as Uncle Dao finished speaking, his eyes suddenly flashed, and with quick eyes and hands, he blocked a dagger that Fang Qi secretly stabbed. He grabbed Fang Qi's wrist and twisted it gently. With a scream, the dagger fell to the ground.

He had lowered his strength just now in order to talk to Fang Qi properly, but he didn't expect that this little gap would actually give Fang Qi the opportunity to play dirty tricks again.

"A dagger is also a type of weapon. You can't just stick to one kind of weapon, and it won't be a pity to destroy it!"

Uncle Dao let go of Fang Qi's wrist, raised the hand holding the broad knife slightly, and then suddenly slapped it down. The crescent moon knife was broken before he could put it away.

"what!!!"

The broken crescent knife was hit directly into Fang Qi's shoulder by the huge momentum of the broad knife. For a while, screams could be heard on the racecourse.

Seeing this scene, Qin Guangsheng gritted his silver teeth and clenched his fists tightly, his eagle eyes full of anger!

Now the outcome is obvious. A person with broken weapons and serious injuries can no longer fight back.

The swordsman took two steps back, and with his backhand, he inserted the broad knife into the scabbard behind his back.

Looking at Fang Qi coldly, the screams soon stopped.

And Fang Qi was already lying on the ground, turning into a corpse.

As early as during the game, Shen Manwu sent someone to wait beside the venue. Seeing Fang Qi fall lifeless, the person immediately stepped forward to check. When his eyes touched the broken meniscus knife on Fang Qi's shoulder. , the look in his eyes changed slightly.

This game lasted only ten minutes in total, but it shocked everyone who watched it.

"Who is that person with the broad sword? From the moment he drew the sword to the end, he only used two moves. This is amazing!"

"It's too far away to hear what they said, but it seems that the two of them know each other. Why did they just do such a cruel thing!"

"Didn't you see? The one with the broadsword just now suddenly jumped up on the spot. The one with the machete must have used some hidden weapon."

"I didn't pay attention to that."

Soon, the person who checked the body came back to report the results to Shen Manwu.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

"In the second sword game, Ronghua Menrong Shao wins!"

After Shen Manwu finished speaking, she glanced at the unnoticed corpse in the center of the racecourse, and added, "Fang Qi, the crescent sword, did not die at the hands of this Ronghua Sect swordsman, but died from his own use of the crescent sword." The paint is extremely poisonous.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone noticed that the blood stains flowing on the grass were not red at all, but a poisonous color that was so deep that it turned black.

It turned out that Fang Qi had already applied poison on the knife before the game started. However, not only did he not hurt Uncle Dao at all, but he died from the poison he applied in the end.

It's really sad.

At this moment, many people felt contempt for the Fugui Gang's behavior.

After hearing Shen Manwu's explanation, Lianyi looked like "I'm right, Fang Qi is such an insidious villain."

Chen Ziqian nodded. Fang Qi was entirely to blame for such a result.

On the other side, Qin Guangsheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Shen Manwu with a somewhat unkind look.

Uncle Dao walked back to Rong Xianyi with light steps, his expression serious and solemn, "Young Master Rong, I won back the momentum I lost in the last round!"

"You did a good job," Rong Xianyi nodded slightly, his eyes falling on Uncle Dao's slightly bleeding tiger's mouth, "Uncle Dao, let Chang Yu take you to get some medicine."

Uncle Dao shrugged indifferently, "This is a small injury, no problem."

Chang Yu grabbed Uncle Dao's hand and walked down, shouting as he walked, "Uncle Dao, listen to Brother Yi, I will take you to the car to apply medicine. Look at the bleeding. Stop it quickly." That’s all, hurry up, hurry up, don’t leave any root of disease behind.”

"I'm fine, I really don't need to..."

"There's something wrong. Uncle Dao, your hand is very important to you. You must apply medicine quickly. Let's go."

Uncle Dao was half-dragged and half-dragged out of the door by Chang Yu with a look of helplessness, silently mourning for the "master image" he had just gained and just lost.

When they reached the car, Chang Yu let go of Uncle Dao. He turned around, opened the back seat door, took a bottle of medicine from inside and stuffed it into Uncle Dao's hand.

Smiling slightly, "Uncle Dao, you have to do the application of medicine yourself, so I won't do it for you."

After saying that, he opened the front seat of the car and took out a note from the passenger seat.

Uncle Dao looked at Chang Yu's operation with the medicine bottle and laughed out loud, "I'm just telling you why you are so attentive to me all of a sudden. It turns out that you are doing things under my guise. Okay, okay, okay, I will apply this medicine myself."

Chang Yu frowned slightly after reading the content on the note.