Chapter 174

This Ryukyu looks very strong. It turns out it's just like this.

The strings are broken. It's easy to break the attack of Ryukyu when there is no wind blade.

Some people in the VIP table have turned their heads and are not looking at Ryukyu. They are not rivals. They are good-looking and useless in their eyes.

When the sharp blade was in the air, Liang Cheng saw that the strings in Ryukyu's hands were broken, and a trace of cold rose in his eyebrows and eyes. With a backhand sword, he cut Ryukyu's neck.

Without the wind blade, Ryukyu, which has no internal power, is simply vulnerable.

But not far away, Yunzhao's face changed, and he stood up with a Shua. He folded his fan horizontally and seemed to be about to throw it.

It's just between the lightning and flint.

Ryukyu, whose face remained unchanged, suddenly smiled coldly, with a hook of his index finger, grasped the broken string and flashed like a ghost, not far away from Liang Cheng's sword, but bullied himself forward and drew the string in his hand.

The sun is shining.

All the things on the ground are shining.

But at this moment, no one saw how Ryukyu moved or how Ryukyu stood behind Liang Cheng.

That's not fast, but it's absolutely weird.

It's like a group of slow lenses, which are suddenly transformed into fast lenses. In the middle of the shot, no one can see clearly. It's already like that.

In the arena, Ryukyu stands behind Liang Cheng. Yao Qin holds her left hand, and her right hand lies in front of her red lips. A silver silk blooms between her fingers. It's very thin and bright. It's a broken string.

Liang Cheng stood with his back to the moon. His face did not change. He did not even look frightened or surprised. His sword was still held up, but he had lost his goal.

Standing straight body slowly brew silk red, red blood slowly flowing out of the head and neck, in that blue clothes permeate silk strange color.

A tiny, silver string lay across his head and neck, deeply embedded in his flesh.