Chapter 162

He has long made up his mind that Nalan night will not be missed in this competition. Hanson has established his prestige in the first game. Even if it will face the irony of Luo qingluan, he won't care at all.

With a cold and arrogant smile, Han Xun not only didn't feel humiliated, but was full of hatred and said, "even if I am the only one left in North Vietnam, I will never destroy the country. No matter who dares to undermine the prestige of North Vietnam, I will make him pay a price. I just want to fight Nalan night, king of Chu. If I dare not, I don't need a woman to hide her guilt!"

It was said that she was a woman. Luo qingluan was angry. If Nalan had not been poisoned before the night, would she be worried? Nalan night would have taught Hanson a lesson.

At the thought of the last time Han Xun and Lin Yixuan started, although it was good, it was far worse than Nalan night. Just had another match with Lin Xiaochen. It was much stronger than last time, but it was still no better than Nalan night.

Thinking of this, Luo qingluan sneered: "since some people want to lose face, the girl won't stop, Nalan night..." she turned to look at the handsome and beautiful man beside her and said faintly: "someone wants to compete with you. If you're not tired, you might as well go to compete. Some people in the province think it's good to bully us in Western Chu."

"Ziqing, since the North Vietnamese emperor wants to compete with you, he might as well go." At this time, the emperor of Western Chu also spoke. Although his tone was flat, there was a faint feeling that he could not deny.

The West Chu emperor was angry.

It's arrogant! Does Hanson really think this is his North Vietnam? Not only repeatedly uttered wild words, but also openly provoked and broke the rules of the game. Relying on his identity, the Western Chu emperor could not interfere too much, so he did not hesitate to let Nalan night fight to strengthen the national prestige.

Nodding and moving, Nalan night slowly stood up.

The almost perfect handsome face attracted everyone's attention just together. Originally, everyone stared at his reaction and saw that as soon as he stood up, his noble temperament was revealed incisively and vividly.

His black hair was light, his eyes looked at the competition platform, and his expression was calm. Nalan night was still pale. He was neither angry because of Hanson's provocation nor embarrassed to respond passively.

Without saying a word, he just handed Luo qingluan a smile, then turned back and walked step by step towards the competition platform.

"Nalan night..." a touch of subtle emotion suddenly flashed in her heart. Luo qingluan blurted out, "be careful."

Has come to the front of the back, slightly undetectable nodded, a slight meal, has passed the seats of the people like clouds and water, and gradually approached North Korea and Hanson. His every step hung everyone's heart. Even countless girls who loved Nalan night couldn't help holding their breath and getting nervous at this time.

Xiao Ningyu and Nangong Wan'er stared at him, tightly saving their fists and secretly cheering for him.

With a moving body, Nalan night was like a floating cloud, falling gently on the test bench. Suddenly, the crowd was stunned, and then there was a sound of cheers and cheers.

"Nalan night, I didn't expect you to dare to come up." Hanson's gloomy way.

"There will be a war between you and me sooner or later. What's the difference sooner or later." Nalan night, the clouds are light and the wind is light, as if he didn't care.

Stimulated by his attitude, Hanson raised his long sword and said in a fierce voice, "OK, have the courage. I'll have a fair fight with you today to see if you have retreated in recent years. Choose a weapon!" With a smile, Nalan night didn't answer. He went to the weapon rack and took a long sword with him.

Draw the sword out of the scabbard and swing the broad sleeve robe gently. Every move is not contaminated with half anger. It seems that the next thing is not a competition, but an elegant sword dance. Staring at the sword, then looking at Han Xun, thin lips gently opened: "emperor of North Vietnam, please."

He had been waiting for this moment for a long time. Hanson really wanted to kill Nalan night with a sword. Now he made a full gesture and could finally do it. He looked cold and rushed with his sword without hesitation.

His arms were flat, like a huge goshawk swooping in the air. Hanson looked murderous and stabbed out with a sword.

In the face of such a surging trend, Nalan's long sword didn't change half. Hearing only the slight impact of gold and stone, he had turned into a dark shadow and flashed past from the fierce murderous spirit, like a fish like water, flexible and free.

Without hesitation, Hansen started more fiercely. His sword move was like a continuous wave, constantly attacking Nalan night. Nalan raised his hand to block the night, and his clothes flew like a constantly changing thick cloud. Although he kept retreating, he walked steadily, advanced and retreated with a degree of freedom and did not mess at all.

Luo qingluan watched intently, never so carefully.

Although she was relieved by Nalan night's guarantee, she had to be alert to Hanson. This man is insidious and mean. In order to hurt Nalan night, I'm afraid he will pay any price.

Seeing the two people playing more and more fiercely on the field, nervous girls screamed from time to time, all worried about the victory or defeat of Nalan night. Although Luo qingluan is very confident, she should guard against Han Xun.

Suddenly, Hanson's attack suddenly became fierce, more than double the strength just now, and he pushed Nalan back again and again with only two moves. Luo qingluan's heart jumped and almost stood up.

"This Hansen... Really cunning." Luo qingluan saw that Han Xun was hiding his strength from beginning to end. Not only did he see him fighting with Lin Yixuan for the first time, but also the fight with Lin Xiaochen just now. He didn't do his best at all.

Needless to say, nature is for this moment!

Hanson is guarding against Nalan night from beginning to end, deliberately causing his wrong judgment and trying to kill Nalan night.

The attack speed was also fast, as if it were a storm. Hanson's face was gloomy and flashed a strong killing opportunity. He wanted to kill Nalan YeGe on the spot with a sword. The strong wind roared out and could hardly see clearly. Only the sound of long sword collision was heard. Nalan night had been forced to the edge of the test bench.

A strong hatred flashed in his eyes. Hanson clenched his teeth as if he forced a low sentence from between his teeth: "Nalan night, go to hell!"

Before the words fell, the long sword had been stabbed hard.

The whole audience was shocked. Some people almost wanted Nalan night to admit defeat, but at this critical time, Nalan night's long sword in his hand stabbed into the ground like lightning, and the sword body was bent like a bow string. The whole person had jumped up in the air with the help of this rebound and turned into a residual shadow from the top of Hanson's head.

At this moment, it was as fast as thunder, and the people almost didn't react.

Han Xun also didn't react. Even if he did it himself, he was a little confused at this moment. I thought I could stab Nalan night with a sword. Even if I couldn't kill him, I could at least hurt him seriously. But he never thought that he retained his strength, and Nalan night didn't do his best.

When Han Xun turned around, his eyes flashed cold and his neck was cold. Nalan night's long sword had been put on his neck.

The whole person is stiff

Unexpectedly... Unexpectedly so defeated?

Hanson couldn't return to his mind completely. He stood in the same place. The cruelty and killing in his eyes slowly disappeared, and was gradually replaced by accident and shock. The hand of the sword he raised still paused in the air, as if petrified, but it would not move at all.

"North Vietnam emperor, you lost." Nalan night smiled.

"...." Hanson's lips stammered, as if he wanted to say something, but his throat was dry and painful, and he couldn't say a word.

He lost so fast! He had prepared for the four nation congress for so many years. He thought it would be a sure bet. He didn't expect this result. He couldn't accept it anyway.

Hanson's face was pale and his hands trembled: "impossible... Impossible... How could I lose?"

When this moment was seen by everyone, there was a cheering sound, countless people applauded, countless people stood up and cheered, and the emperor of Western Chu, who sat on the Dragon chair, was very happy and nodded again and again.

Luo qingluan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She couldn't help waving to the stage. She smiled like a flower. At this moment, she put down all her reserve and scruples. Her heart was like a fountain of joy. She couldn't help it anymore: "Nalan night!"

Hearing her voice, Nalan night put down his long sword and smiled at her.

No one thought that at the moment when Nalan turned around in the night, Hanson's low face flashed a strong unwilling and killing opportunity. He suddenly raised his head, held up his long sword and rushed to Nalan night with his back to him. His gloomy and vicious face was like a demon rising from hell.

"Nalan night, die!" The sword flashes as fast as thunder.

"Nalan night, be careful!" Luo qingluan's heart almost stopped and everyone was stunned.

Dang!

As if he had eyes behind him, Nalan night raised his backhand, and Hanson, who was rushing towards him, was stabbed straight in as if he had hit the sword tip.

Suddenly he felt a sharp pain. Hanson stared like a copper bell and stared at his chest unbelievably.

The body of the sword directly disappeared into his body, and drops of blood had gushed out and dropped on the ground along the body of the sword, like red plum blossoms in full bloom.

"Nalan night, you..."

"Hanson, can you admit defeat?" The five words, quite different from just now, are not at all peaceful and indifferent, full of chilly ideas. The face of Zhang Junyi was still smiling, but the forest cold in his eyes was like ten thousand years of solid ice, freezing everything in the world.

As if stunned by this look, Hanson forgot the pain.

"You... Dare you kill me?" At this moment, he was a little flustered.

"Can you admit defeat?"

It was still this sentence, and there was no change at all, but Hanson heard the deep meaning contained in it. After a meal, he realized that the long sword in the other party's hand was sent forward again, and the strong pain hit him, almost making him silent.

So terrible!

Han Xun felt that the man in front of him was not the gentle Nalan night who would only smile at Luo qingluan, but the God of war of Western Chu! His men did not know how many lives they had harvested. Even though they were handsome and noble, they were still a god of death with blood on their hands.

He tried to provoke death? Han Xun repents.