At this moment, Murong Lan held the long sword in his hand and rotated quickly, the long sword in his hand rotated extremely fast, constantly cutting through the air and making a sneering sound, like the propeller of an airplane, it had been rotating for a long time, and the long sword in his hand gave people an illusion of sight, and the Tai Chi True Qi he used was attached to the long sword. Makes the sword in his hand look like a black and white shield when it turns.

"Zhao Xi'er, my Tai Chi swordsmanship is just enough to break your horizontal martial arts and innate divine power, if you beg me for mercy, I can consider letting you go. ”

Murong Lan was confident that this trick could defeat Zhao Xi'er, looking at the fine beads of sweat on Zhao Xi'er's face, the sweat was wet with sweat, and he couldn't help but show a smug smile on his face.

Zhao Xi'er didn't speak, just looked at the rapidly spinning long sword in his hand with clear eyes. When Murong Lan rushed over, she quickly retreated and dodged to the side.

"Retreat?" Murong Lan smiled, and rushed towards Zhao Xi'er again with the long sword in his hand.

Zhao Xi'er didn't speak and continued to dodge.

"Little beauty, what's your phone number?" asked Murong Lan.

"Are you sick?" Zhao Xi'er asked angrily.

This Murong Lan has the upper hand. He's starting to get shy. The drunkard said as he stood under the ring.

Just now, he and Zhao Xi'er fought for a long time and didn't dare to say a word, for fear of being defeated by Zhao Xi'er. Now it's hard to take advantage of it. Look at him who is striking. Grass, I dare to ask for my Xi'er sister's phone. ”

"Sister Xi'er, defeat him for me, don't give me face!" said Young Master Qian standing under the ring.

Zhao Xier is a super little beauty who can be flirted. No matter who sees Zhao Xi'er for the first time, they will have a feeling of amazement, but because Zhao Xi'er is a god-level powerhouse and her father is Zhao Laohu, one of the Golden Twelve, few people dare to tease her like this.

Murong Lan didn't dare, but he beat Zhao Xi'er so that he could only dodge, he had the upper hand, and with the certainty of winning by eight points, he couldn't help but want to tease Zhao Xi'er.

Everyone has a love for beauty, and he is not to blame.

Wang Yue stood under the ring and saw Murong Lan teasing Zhao Xi'er, and he was not angry, but just looked at them with a slight frown.

Murong Yanran is one of the top ten masters of the young generation in China, and her team members are also good, and every member of the martial arts family team is a god-level medium master. This game is not easy to play.

"Little beauty, don't you really tell me the phone?Do you have time after the game in the evening, are you interested in going to the No. 1 Western restaurant in the capital with me to eat?" Murong Lan smiled evilly.

He was a little tempted by Zhao Xi'er, he was soaking Zhao Xi'er.

"Get out!" Zhao Xi'er only liked Wang Yue, and she was disgusted when she saw Murong Lan teasing her.

"Hey, hey. Murong Lan smiled evilly, took the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Zhao Xi'er again.

The Tai Chi True Qi he used could break her body-protecting True Qi, as long as his long sword slashed at Zhao Xi'er, even if Zhao Xi'er used the Body Protecting Divine Skill, he would bleed and be injured like an ordinary person. Seeing Murong Lan rushing again, Zhao Xi'er quickly dodged. When Zhao Xi'er dodged, Murong Lan immediately twisted his wrist, and the rapidly rotating long sword in his hand pushed towards Zhao Xi'er.

"Xi'er, be careful!" said the drunkard loudly as he stood in the audience.

The long sword in Murong Lan's hand was like a propeller, as long as it was touched by his long sword, Zhao Xi'er would definitely be cut through his skin and injured. Feeling the dangerous Tai Chi True Qi of the long sword in his hand, Zhao Xi'er immediately rolled on the ground, pounced forward quickly like a fish, and then flipped over to escape Murong Lan's attack range.

After standing up from the ring, the sleeves of Zhao Xi'er's martial arts uniform suddenly cracked, revealing the snow-white skin inside.

Even though Zhao Xi'er had already dodged quickly, her martial uniform was still cut by the sword qi. If she had been any slower, she would have bled from a cut in her arm.

"I'm sorry. I don't want to hurt you. Murong Lan smiled evilly.

"Desser. Zhao Xi'er sneered.

"Oh?" Murong Lan looked surprised, then smiled and said, "Do I have to be scared?"

Glancing behind Zhao Xi'er, he turned the long sword in his hand again and rushed towards Zhao Xi'er. Murong Lan was a fool, but he didn't underestimate the enemy.

When he rushed towards Zhao Xi'er, he looked at Zhao Xi'er and thought, "This girl next to Wang Yue is so beautiful, and she is the daughter of Zhao Laohu, one of the twelve main gods of gold, and her family has a property of 10 billion. Although I am a member of the Murong family and a nobleman handed down from ancient times, I am just an ordinary member of the Murong family, and the property owned by the family is only two or three hundred million. The future head of the Murong family must be Murong Yanran, and the gold and silver mountains in her family will never be mine. If I can climb to the top of the Zhao family, then I will definitely soar. ”

Defeat her first, and then think about how to soak her.

Five meters behind Zhao Xi'er is the edge of the ring. If he wants to defeat Zhao Xi'er in the ring, he is afraid that it will take some time. However, his Tai Chi swordsmanship is impenetrable, if he quickly turns the long sword in his hand. can directly force Zhao Xier out of the ring. Forcing Zhao Xi'er out of the ring, first, will not hurt her to the point of attracting her resentment, and second, will not offend Zhao Laohu, this is the best way.

"Zhao Xi'er. Watch your back!" When Murong Lan quickly turned the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Zhao Xi'er, the smart Young Master Qian understood Murong Lan's mind at once.

Zhao Xi'er glanced back behind her and found that she was only five meters away from the edge of the ring, and Murong Lan had already rushed towards her.

She immediately flashed her body, preparing to flee from Murong Lan's left side towards the center of the ring. However, Murong Lan smiled and immediately blocked Zhao Xi'er's escape to the left with a rapidly spinning long sword.

Zhao Xi'er quickly flashed her body again, preparing to flee from Murong Lan's right side to the ring loyally, Murong smiled, and immediately blocked Zhao Xi'er's right path with a rapidly rotating long sword.

He kept spinning the long sword in his hand and walked towards Zhao Xi'er, who could only retreat step by step, getting closer and closer to the edge of the ring.

If Zhao Xi'er broke through, then Murong Lan pushed the fast-spinning sword in his hand towards her, and she would definitely be injured. Once injured, she is also faster from being defeated, and she can't get hurt. However, Murong Lan's left and right sides couldn't break through. She was forced by Murong Lan to use the wind and silver rain like this, and she could only jump out of the ring in the end, and she would lose.

There was another trick, that is, she performed light skills and flew over Murong Lan's head. It's a pity that her light skills are not the top, if she performs light skills, not only will she not be able to fly over Murong Lan's head, but because she has no force point in the air, she will not be able to dodge Murong Lan's attack when she is in the air and will be scratched by his long sword.

I can only fight hard!

Biting her little white teeth, Zhao Xi'er took a deep breath.

When Murong Lan spun the long sword in his hand and pressed towards her. When she was only two meters away from the edge of the ring, she suddenly threw the Emei stab in her left hand and pointed it directly at the center of Murong Lan's spinning long sword.

At the center of Murong Lan's spinning long sword was his hand, and at this moment his wrist was constantly flipping. The long sword in his hand turned quickly. Just watching a silver light fly in, Murong Lan smiled contemptuously, moved his hand slightly, and Zhao Xi'er's Emei thorn quickly hit his spinning long sword, and a spark came out and was violently knocked away.

However, at this moment, Zhao Xi'er suddenly clenched the Emei stab in his hand and rushed towards him. Zhao Xi'er's Emei thorn is a three-pointed Emei thorn, such as a mountain character, an iron thorn in the middle of the Emei thorn is extremely long, and the iron thorns on both sides of the Emei thorn are short. After quickly rushing towards Murong Lan, she immediately stabbed the Emei in her hand at him.

"Don't you want your hand?" Murong Lan was unhurried, still quickly turning the long sword in his hand. At this moment, the long sword in his hand danced like a propeller, and if Zhao Xi'er stabbed him directly, he was likely to be cut off with a long sword. Although he liked Zhao Xi'er's family background and beauty, he still didn't have any intention of stopping when he saw Zhao Xi'er stabbing at him.

He couldn't stop, and if he stopped, he would let Zhao Xi'er go. If he stops because he wants to bubble Zhao Xi'er, he will definitely be stabbed by Zhao Xi'er's Emei, and he will cause the Murong family to lose this game, Murong Yanran can't become the leader of the martial arts alliance, and Zhao Xi'er can't succeed, but will be punished by the Murong family's family law. Even if he really cut off Zhao Xi'er's hand, he couldn't cause the Murong family to lose this game.

If he wants to win, he wants to get the attention of Murong Qunxiong, the head of the Murong family. Bubble Zhao Xi'er is his temporary thought, this idea is still a bit unrealistic, he should grasp the moment.

However. When Zhao Xi'er rushed towards him and stabbed the Emei in his hand at him, his face changed slightly.

Zhao Xi'er didn't stab his body, and Zhao Xi'er's target was not the body in his hand. Zhao Xi'er's target turned out to be the fast-spinning long sword in his hand.

only heard a click, Zhao Xi'er's Emei thorn suddenly stuck his long sword, and the long sword in his hand was inserted by Zhao Xi'er's Emei thorn, and was directly stuck by Zhao Xi'er with a strange force. Then, Zhao Xi'er let out a loud roar, he felt a huge force pushing towards him, the long sword in his hand was attached to his body, and he couldn't help but quickly retreat to the middle of the ring.

It's not good, Zhao Xi'er actually broke my heavenly wind and silver rain!

Murong Lan's face suddenly turned ugly.