The stage for the duel was in the garden, which was originally used to preside over the grand festival ceremonies, in the courtyard next to the Hundred Gardens.

Hearing that there was a duel to cheer them up, the guests moved to the next courtyard.

At this time, it was already dark, and there was a fire all around, and the blazing fire reflected a pair of excited eyes.

The Dragon Emperor Holy Dynasty is still dueling, You Shang is a duel of life and death, death can always stimulate people's brains.

inquired about the two sides of the duel, one was Xia Wanli, the young master of Tianyi Sword Pavilion, and the "Cutting Rhyme Sword Technique" in one hand, which won the true biography of the master of Tianyi Sword Pavilion. This "Cutting Rhyme Sword Technique" is also the method of Tianyi Sword Pavilion Town, and the Sword Pavilion is famous for its reputation as the twelve towns of the ancient capital of the south of the Yangtze River.

The other is Yan Li, who is a scattered person on the surface, but after careful inquiry, he learned that he was actually on the Tianjiao list.

Although the list of Tiance Lou is not necessarily completely accurate, it is enough as a yardstick to measure strength. I don't know if the ones that are not on the list are strong or not, but those who are on the list must have their own uniqueness.

Of course, in comparison, Xia Wanli is more optimistic, and if someone opens the market, I believe that he will be pressed a little more.

Now that the two sides of the duel are in place, the audience is ready to watch the show.

Xia Wanli glanced around, and a sense of accomplishment gradually filled his chest. He enjoyed the sensation of being in the limelight, not only making his blood boil, but also burning his soul.

But we all know that burning souls comes at a price.

The price is to be lost.

He was lost in this pleasure, and he didn't notice the killing intent in Yan Li's eyes that was boiling with the same blood as his blood, and what he didn't know was that in Yan Li's eyes, he was just a stumbling block that had to be removed, although in his current state, this stumbling block was infinitely magnified.

The infinitely magnified stumbling block is not the foot, but the whole person. Because if you can't get by, it's a dead word, and it's impossible to fall and be fine.

How bad Yan Li's current state is, it basically belongs to the stage that a discerning person can see at a glance.

Liang Wen's fist is really called "fist into the flesh", the fist power has already penetrated his five organs, destroying his body to pieces, at this moment when he must be raised, he has to mobilize only two percent of the true qi left to deal with the swordsman in front of him.

"Be careful!"

Xia Wanli also shouted fakely, like all decent swordsmen, at the beginning of the duel, he first slashed out a sword light.

His sword light is also like all decent swordsmen, not bending, not winding, not straight.

A neutral sword light.

Now Yan Li has only one chance, the only remaining true qi, the only thing that can drive and kill the opponent is the hidden sword technique.

A neutral sword light obviously couldn't make him show his hole cards.

A person like Xia Wanli, once he knows that he has a peerless education, his understanding of him will definitely improve, which will only increase the difficulty of killing.

Leaving the cliff and unsheathed, he waved a neutral sword light.

The two sword lights met in the air, and then collided like mortal enemies, and the reddest paid the price of ashes to each other as the end of a round of grudges.

Then the old round of grievances is over, and a new one is about to begin.

After Xia Wanli caught a glimpse of Yan Li swinging a sword, he covered his mouth and coughed, he sneered and shouted: "Brother Yan is good at swordsmanship, how about trying my move!"

He is nothing more than to attract the attention of the spectators, so that people do not pay attention to the fact that Yan Li is coughing and vomiting blood.

When the cry fell, he strode closer, and the sword in his hand was handed out irregularly, and it turned into an irregular sword light.

Yan Li was about to shoot down the front of his head, but he saw that the front of his head suddenly turned around, and the sword momentum changed drastically, from fast to slow, and it felt as thick as a city wall.

His face changed slightly, and the hand wielding his sword had to change his strength.

Bang!

Of course, the sword light was shattered, but this was only the one in front of the head, followed by four or five sword lights, and with a dazzling change, it approached Yan Li.

These changes are treacherous and complex, the light becomes thick, the heavy becomes tricky, the tricky becomes neutral, and the neutral becomes vicious.

This is the most special thing about the sword trick of cutting rhyme, after the sword momentum is born, it can also change as you like, so that the enemy can only deal with it in a hurry, and it usually doesn't take a few moves to take down the opponent.

Yan had no choice but to retreat a few steps one after another, shattering the remaining few sword lights in an extremely thrilling manner.

"Good skill! What about this hand!" Xia Wanli shouted, the whole person didn't know when he was like a flying bird, swinging his sword in mid-air one after another, but seeing the sword light shining, swinging the sword as fast as two swords dancing, the left and right sword light was like a silver spiral iron piece, in the continuous rotation, lightning rushed towards Yan Li.

Yan Li only judged at first glance that although this style was strong, it was not enough to kill the opponent.

He retreated without thinking, but it was too late to dodge, when the horizontal sword was blocked, there was no assistance from the hidden sword technique, and the strength of Peiran passed through the cliff, and his chest immediately hurt sharply, he screamed, and the whole person flew to the edge of the stage, lying on the ground and vomiting blood.

There are not many discerning people watching.

There are not many people who can really see, or care about whether Yan Li is seriously injured.

They only saw that as soon as the duel began, Yan Li was beaten by Xia Wanli to vomit blood to the ground, and the difference in strength was so large that they suddenly lost their interest in watching the battle.

Ji Wuyi shook his mantis with some disappointment, and said, "I thought it was a great opponent, it turned out to be so vulnerable, it seems that Yuxinhu's gambling fight is still more tricky." ”

When Liu Xiangxiu heard this, his heart was hot, and he said: "Princess Mingjian, if it is a life-and-death duel, I will not lose!"

"Hmph!" Ji Wuyi squinted contemptuously, "You can't win a gambling fight, there is no life-and-death duel, talk less and practice more, and you don't even have the consciousness of a Taoist disciple." ”

Liu Xiangxiu's face became very ugly, and he said in a deep voice: "I will prove myself!" Looking at Yan Li's eyes again, he was a little more vicious, "You'd better not die!"

Xia Wanli held a sword flower in mid-air, and then slowly fell to the ground, putting on a plain appearance, but his eyes fell on Ji Wuyi in the stands, "Yan Li, it seems that we have divided the victory." For the sake of your hard practice, I don't want to harm you to death, if you can withdraw the gambling contract and swear to serve His Royal Highness for life, I will spare you from death!"

"You...... Spare me not to die?"

Yan Li spat out bloody phlegm and barely stood up on the cliff.

It was evident that he was struggling to stand, his legs still trembling slightly, as if he were going to fall at any moment, but with a palpable scorn on his face.

"Who gave it to you...... Confident......" he said.

"Wow, I'll let you see, who gave me confidence!" Xia Wanli laughed angrily, and was about to mobilize his true qi to give Yan Li a fatal blow, when a cold voice suddenly came from the guest seat.

"Be careful, he'll hide his sword. ”