Yang Xuan temporarily served as the referee, and when he saw that the two sides were ready, he said loudly: "The duel begins!"

"Drink!" Pang Yuhan took the lead in attacking, with a flick of his wrist, the long sword slashed towards the opposite door, several female audience members couldn't help screaming, and Ye Jingchun almost wanted to rush to the middle of the venue to stop it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Song Baojun has little experience in fighting, but this swordsmanship is the first time he has been contacted, and his hands and feet are extremely rusty. He hurriedly tried to block with his hands as a matter of course, but finally did not lose his mind and hurriedly retreated to avoid it.

If he was slashed in his hand by Pang Yuhan's swift sword, even if he hadn't opened the blade, he was afraid that he would be broken on the spot.

I was in a hurry to retreat, my feet slipped, and I almost fell. Ai Langzhou immediately burst out laughing.

Pang Yuhan brushed two swords and stabbed Song Baojun's left and right. Perhaps thinking of getting angry, he didn't immediately use a powerful move, but attacked the upper plate for a while, and slashed to the right for a while, just to make Song Baojun dodge more embarrassed.

"The feather came from the north, and the horse climbed the embankment. Pang Yuhan did not forget the true character of the handsome flower cherisher, and continued to recite Cao Zhi's "White Horse Chapter" poems while waving his sword.

Song Baojun greeted each other with his sword, and the two swords struck each other, making a dinging sound. Pang Yuhan had already found three loopholes in the opponent's defense, stepped out with his left foot, and stood on the right side of Song Baojun extremely quickly, and the long sword slashed towards his right leg.

Song Baojun didn't have time to react, and his calf was hit, only to feel spicy and painful. The handsome trousers that I had just changed into not long ago were pulled out.

He clumsily put the sword over, Pang Yuhan had already retreated, and the two reopened the distance of two meters.

Ye Jingchun was so anxious that he shouted: "Song Baojun!

Song Baojun knew that he was ugly and was sweating profusely, so he was in the mood to pay attention to it, so he hurriedly stabbed forward with his sword.

In this way, he fell into the trap, and the flower man walked delicately to avoid it, and when the opponent's offensive was exhausted, the long sword suddenly stabbed out obliquely, and the Song Baojun was caught off guard, his steps were crooked, and he staggered and fell away.

Yang Xuan was well-informed, and said: "Isn't this the Songfeng Sword Technique of the Songfeng Martial Arts Pavilion?" The posture is as steady as a pine and cypress, and the attack is unpredictable like a mountain wind, Yuhan is really a master." ”

Pang Yuhan didn't forget to give him an appreciative look, and grabbed a sword flower in his hand, causing Li Rouxi to scream again and again.

Song Baojun felt Ye Jingchun's disappointed eyes, and his heart began to feel a little more anxious.

Pang Yuhan simply played with it, the long sword danced like a splash of wind, only to see a cloud of silver light rolling around on the lawn, dazzling, from time to time out of thin air stabbing a sword, causing Song Baojun to retreat.

Seeing that he had the advantage of the scene, everyone applauded loudly and laughed one by one.

Pang Yuhan is another move to "welcome guests with pine", which is extremely powerful, and takes Song Baojun's left shoulder.

Song Baojun was embarrassed to dodge, but he didn't want Pang Yuhan's attack to be a false move, the long sword suddenly changed its way, and it shook slightly in front, and the tip of the sword picked up a button on Song Baojun's suit.

"Drive the Huns for a long time, and take care of Ling Xianbei on the left!" Pang Yuhan groaned, ignoring his opponent, and danced two handsome sword moves on the lawn.

"It's a bit interesting to be a famous flower cherisher. Chu Runtian held his mobile phone and shot at the two people on the field again and again, and his mouth was full of admiration.

Taking advantage of the other party's pride, Song Baojun took a deep breath, since he didn't know anything about swordsmanship, why didn't he use this long sword as a short stick, just like a street fight?

Song Baojun was restrained before, because he felt that the swordsmanship duel should have the appearance of swordsmanship, but he was suppressed by Pang Yuhan. Since this road is not working, why not change your thinking and have a tragic brawl?

As soon as his mind changed, the violent personality in Song Baojun's body was immediately activated.

The kind of fury that everyone wants to beat up immediately came, and the long sword in his hand was in his hand, and everyone's head looked like a watermelon.

With the increasing growth of the Ghost Energy Vitality, he has become more and more satisfied with the adjustment, transformation, and fusion of personality strength, and his control over the body has become more and more handy.

Pang Yuhan made another move, "deep mountain danger", and directly took the vital part of his chest.

This move has been launched from the step forward, from the bottom to the top, the trick is quite dangerous, that is, in the martial arts novel, at least there is the level of the four beasts of Qingcheng Luo Renjie.

Song Baojun's usual grim smile appeared on his face, he turned a blind eye to the attack, slowly spit out the air he had inhaled, and suddenly jumped up in the air, holding a long sword and slashing at Pang Yuhan's head.

Pang Yuhan was taken aback, if he stabbed the other party in the deep mountains with this move, the opponent's sword would inevitably hit him, and it was actually the same way of playing.

He deliberately proposed a sword duel, with the intention of humiliating the other party, in order to avenge the revenge of one arrow on the basketball court, and then by the way, he was handsome and cool, but he didn't want to hurt each other.

The hesitation was only in a moment of lightning, Pang Yuhan stopped with his hand, and he no longer had the courage to hand it forward.

Song Baojun flew out of the air and kicked him heavily on the wrist holding the sword.

With a snap, half of Pang Yuhan's arm was numb and painful, and the long sword was swung in the air by the force of his feet, nailed into the grass five meters away, and was at Chu Runtian's feet.

Things changed so quickly that no one reacted. Li Rouxi and Qin Shumin still maintained a happy appearance, Ye Jingchun and Lin Zhenxian were still nervous and panicked, and Yang Xuanchu Runtian was holding his hands one by one to watch the show.

Song Baojun landed lightly on Pang Yuhan's side, and swept out with his left elbow, like an out-of-control heavy truck, bursting into Pang Yuhan's face.

Pang Yuhan's head buzzed, and his body, which weighed more than one hundred and thirty pounds, flew out uncontrollably, fell into the cold pond, and burst out with a splash of water as high as three meters, splashing in all directions, stirring up the strange rocks and trees on the side, and even Bei Yijie, who was standing far away, was drenched a little.

Everyone was stunned.

The pond was only one meter deep, Pang Yuhan staggered to his feet, his arm slapped against the water, his whole body was soaked, his clothes were sticky on his body, and the cold water rolled down from the top of his head, panting and frightened.

Song Baojun stuck his long sword into the mud with his backhand and said: "I'm sorry, I'll read the last eight sentences of the "White Horse Chapter" for you: abandon the edge of the blade, and your life can be conceived? Sacrifice your life to go to the country, and see death as if you were going home. ”

This kind of understatement is far more free and easy than the coquettish Pang Yuhan, and it has reached the realm of pretending to be forced everywhere in life.

Chu Runtian and Pei Yijie glanced at each other, and they both saw each other's confused emotions and the question in their eyes: "What's the matter?"

The two servants hurriedly followed and jumped into the pond, grabbed Pang Yuhan steadily, and slowly helped him to the shore.

Pang Yuhan was hit hard, his cheeks were high and swollen, he was groggy for a while, his knees were weak and he knelt on the grass, and opened his mouth to vomit a mouthful of pool water. Droplets of water continued to slide down his face and body, dripping to the ground.

Yang Xuan reacted first and said, "Help him go back to the back room to rest, take a hot bath, and boil a bowl of ginger syrup for him slowly, so as not to catch a cold." ”

The two servants were ordered to help Pang Yuhan, who was unbearable, to go in.

Ye Jingchun ran over with a joyful mood of almost dying, opened his arms and hugged Song Baojun, rubbed his head into his arms, clinged to the two balls of soft flesh, and shouted: "Song Baojun! We won! We won!"

Song Baojun's nose is full of the fragrance of a girl, and the soft flesh can be reached on his face, and he just wants time to stop at this moment forever.

Ye Jingchun was originally shy and timid, and he was introverted, but he was worried as the duel progressed, and then Song Baojun won by surprise, and the little girl's mind suddenly fell back and let go, and she couldn't help but behave.

At this time, he was shocked that everyone around was watching, and his face couldn't help but turn red until the root of his ears, and he slowly let go of the hand holding Song Baojun.

Everyone looked at each other and smiled bitterly, but they didn't expect Pang Yuhan to be too handsome, and he was not the opponent of this guy for a round.

Only Ai Langzhou was secretly glad that he didn't find Song Baojun to do it at the beginning, otherwise it is conceivable who the person lying in the hospital is.

The long sword slashed out to shock the opponent, then kicked the opponent's weapon with flying legs, and then a missile-bombarded elbow, and ended the duel cleanly, the whole process took less than five seconds, even the battle-hardened fighters may not be able to do it so crisply.

Especially the last elbow, smashing a person weighing more than 130 catties out of the distance of six or seven meters, this power is presented on Song Baojun's thin and weak body, just like a shell gun shooting a howitzer with a diameter of 80 millimeters, which is simply shocking.

Yang Xuan was the scene in the end, and stepped forward and said with a smile: "The sword duel is all for fun." Brother Song, congratulations on winning this game and contributing a wonderful performance to all of us. ”

Several boys reluctantly clapped their hands to express their hypocritical congratulations.

Chu Runtian made a heart, grabbed the exquisite porcelain cloisonné enamel bottle and threw it at Song Baojun, and said loudly: "The winner's lottery head belongs to you." ”

He knows that it is difficult to chase a horse in a word, and the moment the enamel bottle is placed on the table, it no longer belongs to him, rather than giving it to the winner, it is better to make this kid ugly, just catch it, and no one can blame it if he can't catch it.

When everyone saw that he threw out the precious and abnormal enamel bottle casually, they couldn't help but exclaim.

Song Baojun was holding Ye Jingchun's thin waist and the two of them spoke in a low voice, without raising their heads, only feeling the sound of the wind blowing in their faces, reaching out to hold the bottle and then bringing it with him, he gently and skillfully clamped the heavy enamel bottle under his armpit.

He chatted with Ye Jingchun freely, didn't look at Chu Runtian on the other side, and made this set of actions as if a dragonfly dotted water, really swaying freely, not stuck in things, quite the demeanor of a master outside the world.

It wasn't until Ye Jingchun screamed that Song Baojun realized that it was an enamel bottle thrown over, so he picked it up with both hands and handed it to the little girl, saying, "Ah Chun, give it to you, and witness the process of me beating people all over the world who pretend to be coerced one after another." ”

Ye Jingchun was in front of so many people, the girl's heart was almost bursting, she took the enamel bottle and wanted to say something, but she blushed and hung her head, her ponytail slipped down with her movements, and her hair brushed on Song Baojun's face, a little itchy.

Lin Zhenxian looked at them with sparkling eyes.

Chu Runtian couldn't make it bad, and the atmosphere became more and more embarrassing.