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Chapter 37 I'm a Counselor, I Can't Fight

This dead word, bites so hard.

Well, Mingzhu forced herself to be a shield, and Bai Yifei forced herself to be a scapegoat. This brother and sister are really fighting each other.

How can I explain myself when I have said so much?

If there is really something, that's all, the point is that he didn't do anything!
Zhou Wu felt very aggrieved, but he was a master who never wanted to suffer.

So to seek justice, let's start with Bai Yifei.

"Then what do you want?" Zhou Wu let out some of his inner energy and said with a pinched neck: "I'm telling you, I'm just a counselor, but I'm not very good at fighting. Don't push me."

Bai Yifei said indifferently: "I don't bully the small with the big, I will control the internal strength to about six levels, within ten strokes, if you are not defeated, I will not make things difficult for you."

"Is this true? You won't wait until you're about to lose, and suddenly burst into full strength, right?" Zhou Wu asked hastily.

Bai Yifei was silent, as cool and handsome as ever.

Zhou Wu said coquettishly: "But even if you have six levels of internal strength, you are still bullying others. I only have five levels of internal strength. I just told you that I am a counselor under Lord Xinling's sect. Do you understand counselors? They are moving. Brains, not fights."

Zhou Wu's current public strength is indeed still only the fifth stage of internal strength.

The last time they fought against the snare killer Lord Luo and others, at the request of Zhou Wu and Wei Wuji, Zhu Hai and others did not disclose their true strength.

But Bai Yifei still finds Zhou Wu so annoying!
Why is there so much nonsense?
So he didn't bother to say anything else and waved his hand to signal Mingzhu to get out of the way.

Mingzhu obediently moved away, taking advantage of Bai Yifei's lack of attention, she gloated at Bai Yifei.

At this time, as Bai Yifei raised his sword, ice spread out from under his feet, surrounding Zhou Wu in the blink of an eye.

It’s so cold!

Zhou Wu's foot slipped and almost fell, but just in time, he dodged Bai Yifei's sword move.

Bai Yifei's eyes were cold and he drew his sword again.

Zhou Wu's sleeve blade has already been shaken out, using the blade as a shield, blocking the opponent's white sword, sliding along the edge of the sword to the hilt, and then turning his wrist, cutting to Bai Yifei's chest.

Bai Yifei had been prepared for a long time, the long sword was raised back, just to protect the vital point, and with a flick again, the tip of the sword was sent out again.

Feeling the murderous aura condensed on the tip of the sword that was even more fierce than before, Zhou Wu quickly retreated.

Only murderous intent, no sword intent.

It seems that this Bai Yifei is really arrogant enough, saying that he only uses the sixth-level internal energy, so he doesn't even use the sword intent that can only be comprehended by a ninth-level master.

In this way, Zhou Wu was completely relieved.

It's not some fantasy, standing there stupidly waiting for a long time, let the opponent slowly enlarge the move, after all, if you are slow, you can only wait for death.

In reality, the speed of the duel between masters is extremely fast, one back and two, and soon it will be nine moves.

The villagers have long been dumbfounded.

Except for Wang Dalong's family, in their inherent impression, Zhou Wu is just a little bit punchy, and if he dies, he can break a big rock in his chest, and then he has to smash the bottom of the big rock in advance...

But now, why has it become a fight between gods?
That's right, when Bai Yifei unleashed his unique ice realm, the visual effects of fighting were completely different from those of ordinary people.

There is only one last resort left.

Zhou Wu still narrowly dodged Bai Yifei's sword move, perhaps because the sword's edge was too close, and the clothes rubbed against the air, making a rather ear-piercing sound.

Bai Yifei's complexion changed slightly suddenly.

Because layers of black mist condensed around Zhou Wu, following the black mist, Zhou Wu arrived in front of him in an instant.

The sleeve blade is about to slide over Bai Yifei's chest, and the gap is less than an inch!
Feeling the unprecedented sharpness and sharpness, Bai Yifei finally couldn't help but change his face!
Human beings' instinct for survival and automatic avoidance of danger made it impossible for him to maintain only the sixth level of internal strength. In an instant, his chest surged with strength, like an empty air bomb that wanted to eject everything around him. open.

Of course, it also included the short blade that Zhou Wu was holding.

In addition, a layer of ice suddenly appeared on Bai Yifei's chest. Compared with the ones on the ground, this layer of ice was thicker and whiter, like... the old popsicles that Zhou Wu had eaten when he was a child.

The corners of Zhou Wu's mouth curled up into a vague arc, and the inner energy released suddenly increased sharply, and at the same time, the artistic conception of dispersal also spread out.

Following the erosion of blade intent and inner strength, Bai Yifei's hastily prepared defense was quickly broken, and even the ice wall shattered into slag after a bang.

Zhou Wu's sleeve blade finally slipped onto Bai Yifei's chest.

His clothes were torn, and a not-so-deep bloodstain was printed on his chest.

But for Zhou Wu, this was not over yet. When the sleeve blade touched Bai Yifei, Zhou Wu had already lifted his big foot, taking advantage of the other party's focus on his chest, and kicked Bai Yifei's abdomen fiercely.

Like a kite with its string broken, Bai Yifei fell to the ground with his unraveled red clothes fluttering.

All the ice in the battle circle dissipated in an instant...

The whole place was silent.

Bai Yifei's face was cold, but inside he was ashamed and angry. He felt that he could be defeated, but this kind of defeat was completely inconsistent with his personality, right?
So he wanted to say something angrily, or simply unleash his strength and do it all over again.

But Zhou Wu's words were much faster than him...

"Wow, you, the famous descendant of Snow Clothes Castle, Bai Yifei, actually keep his word! What about the integrity between people? Tell yourself, how much strength did you use in the final showdown?"

"...", Bai Yifei swallowed back the words on his lips.

He just suddenly felt that arguing with such a scoundrel seemed to be quite inferior.

It was obvious that this boy was too insidious. He always claimed to be a strategist and could not fight. He said that he only had the fifth level of inner strength. But when he burst out at the end, his powerful strength reached at least the eighth level, which was nothing compared to his own. Too much difference.

What's even more speechless is that this kid actually grasped a trace of artistic conception!
Although it's just a trace, I've never heard of anyone with an eighth-level internal energy being able to master the artistic conception.

"That's all. I know you know you're wrong and don't want to talk. I won't make things difficult for you. You can go."

Zhou Wu slowly turned half of his body, and looked up at the sky sideways. If someone looked carefully, he would find that his neck and the horizon were at an angle of 45 degrees.

In the previous life, Zhou Wu had heard that this was some people's favorite pose when they were pretending.

Bai Yifei stood up, straightened his clothes, and tightly grasped the hilt of his sword. The ice had just scattered from his feet, but he was forced to stop him from going back.

Obviously, his heart is not as calm as his expression.

Seeing that her cousin was deflated, Mingzhu smiled particularly happily. She walked to Zhou Wu and wrapped her arms around Zhou Wu as a sign of intimacy.

Any fool can see that she is seeing off a guest with this action.

Bai Yifei's teeth itched in anger.

(End of this chapter)