Fu Chenxue looked at Tuoba Qingcheng's red face and smiled: "Qingcheng, you played well! What kind of reward do you want?"

Tuoba Qingcheng's cheeks became even redder and he spat: "Bad guy, what are your tricks?"

Fu Chenxue rubbed her nose and said depressedly: "Qingcheng, is I so bad in your eyes?"

Qinghuang took the conversation and smiled and said, "You are not bad, but you are particularly bad!"

"Uh..." Fu Chenxue almost choked in saliva and coughed twice. Seeing this, Guishui and Xinjin both laughed.

The other end of the venue was a completely different scene. The continuous setbacks hit the morale of the "Siyalang" warriors. Liao Fan had a blue face and his eyes were blazing, like a hungry wolf who was trying to devour. Fang Yang's face was pale. He didn't expect that even the invincible "Siyalang Commando" would fall into such a situation. Who was the other party? An uncontrollable chill surged from the bottom of his heart.

Nie Xiaofu watched Fu Chenxue and Tuoba Qingcheng laughing through the venue. For some reason, she felt a little angry and jealous, as if her beloved thing had been stolen by someone else, and a fire of nameless slowly rose, her face turned pale and red.

Fang Yang whispered: "Captain Liao, these people are a little thrust, let's find another way..."

Liao Fan said coldly: "What solution? The 'Siyalang Commando' only warriors died in battle, and there are no cowards who abandoned the battle. As long as there is still a breath, we will not withdraw from the battle!" He looked at the remaining "Siyalang" warriors and asked, "Who will be in the next battle?"

The "Siwolf" soldiers looked at each other. They were not afraid of death. It was just that this kind of battle was too much to hit their self-esteem. They didn't want to be mice under the cat's claws and be played and humiliated at will.

Liao Fan thought the "Siyalang" warrior was afraid of war, and his eyes turned blood red. At this moment, Fu Chenxue's voice came from the opposite side: "I think it's better not to waste time, you guys go together!"

"What?" Liao Fan turned around suddenly and shouted: "Do you dare to despise us?"

"Contempt?" Fu Chenxue said coldly: "You are not worthy!"

Liao Fan felt the blood in his body rushing upwards and shouted: "Let's fight to the death!"

Qinghuang drew out the "Qinghong Sword", walked into the venue, and said coldly: "Let's show your weapons, I don't want to waste time!"

The nine "Tibetan wolf" soldiers could no longer help, and emitted an angry wolf howl, pulled out the "Tiger Teeth" fighting sword, rushed into the field, and surrounded Qinghuang in the middle. The officers and soldiers on the field were all stunned. They were fighting with bare hands just now, but now they were swords and swords. It seemed that a bloody conflict was inevitable. The girl just lost three people in a row, and this girl actually fought against nine. What is this? You must know that her opponent is not an ordinary person, but an invincible "Tibetan Commando"!

"Kill--" The nine "Siyalang" warriors roared, shaking the entire training hall. The nine people were like nine human-shaped giant wolf, attacking Qinghuang in nine directions at the same time, with sword lights flashing and murderous aura like a tide.

"Ah——" All the officers and soldiers on the field exclaimed, and many female soldiers closed their eyes, unable to bear to see the scene of flesh and blood flying. The sword energy was scattered, and the air made a sharp roar. Perhaps the next moment, Qinghuang would be dismembered by nine swords. Qinghuang stepped on the "Flowing Cloud Step", her body rotated, her wrists trembled, and her sword light was trembling. A sword was nine stars, "Ding Ding Ding..." With nine consecutive sounds, nine "Tiger-Tooth Sabre" fell to the ground. Look at the nine "Tire Wolf" warriors, each holding the knife had a little blood mark on the wrist, and the red blood beads were extremely dazzling.

"Okay!" All the officers and soldiers cheered loudly. The soldiers have always only admired the strong, not to mention that they were not enemies of life and death with Fu Chenxue and others, so they naturally praised Qinghuang's outstanding kung fu.

Liao Fan and Fang Yang's faces looked ugly. They knew that Qinghuang's men were merciful, otherwise it would not only be the nine knives but also nine hands that fell to the ground.

Liao Fan's face was gloomy and gloomy. He gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly, and shouted: "We admit defeat!"

The nine "Siyalang" soldiers seemed to be struck by lightning, their eyes were red. They knew what Liao Fan's words meant.

Liao Fan said coldly: "You all come down. You are not as good as others. You have nothing to say, but we cannot defile the reputation of the "Siwolf Commando"! From today on, we are no longer the proud "Siwolf", but the thirteen "grass chickens" who fought on their backs!"

The twelve "Siwolf" warriors were still straight, and the red in their eyes was still heavy. This was the first failure they had encountered. They were defeated so thoroughly and so simply, and they didn't even have a chance to turn the tables. The domineering aura of the past disappeared, and everyone was unwilling, humiliating and despair in their eyes. In addition to Guo Hao, eleven "Siwolf" warriors suddenly pulled out their saber and pierced their left arm hard. Blood splattered, and their faces had an unprecedented pleasure.

The coldness in Liao Fan's eyes slowly faded away, and a smile appeared on his face. What he wanted was this effect. What was he afraid of if he failed? What was he afraid of if he was grass chicken? As long as their belief and courage were still there, one day they would stand up again and declare to everyone loudly: They are the "Siyalang Commando" - fearless, extremely loyal, invincible, and invincible!

Fu Chenxue looked at Liao Fan, nodded slightly, and said, "This person is a bit interesting, he is a talented man who leads troops!"

Liao Fan walked over to Fu Chenxue through the venue and said, "We were convinced of this battle, but we still have a chance. Please leave your names and we will fight again in the future!"

Fu Chenxue said: "No need to be so troublesome! Aren't you withdraw from the 'Si Lang'? Then do it with me, want to take revenge, you have the chance!"

"Fuck you?" Liao Fan looked at Fu Chenxue and suddenly burst into laughter. The laughter was full of mockery and pride: "Who are you? Who are we? Do you know that just by what you said just now, I can shoot you ten times?"

Fu Chenxue was unmoved and said, "Fate is fair to everyone. Everyone has a chance in their life - if you seize it, you can become the best person; if you can't grasp it, you can only be stepped on by others. Now the opportunity is in front of you, and if you can't see it, you can only mean you are stupid!"

Liao Fan suddenly felt a shock. He could feel the peerless domineering spirit and the kingly style of eagle spreading the world from Fu Chenxue. Who is this young man? Why did he put such great pressure on him?
Chapter completed!