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Although Jiang Lan has secretly decided to let Zhao Zhongyuan be his "fake husband". But even if it is fake, her Jiang Lan's man must not be a wreck. That's why as soon as it came up, it used the fingering method of pressing the bottom of the box.

"Fancy style!"

Although Zhao Zhongyuan did not take it lightly, in the face of the beauty, he instinctively chose to keep his hand.

"Thunderbolt!"

Zhao Zhongyuan's body flashed with thunder, and his whole person suddenly disappeared from Jiang Lan's fingerprints in the sky, and appeared directly three meters away.

"Again."

Conceited, outright conceited, unabashed conceit. But Deng Chong knew that Zhao Zhongyuan's conceit at this time was just a strong support scene, and he couldn't last long.

"There are nine thunder flashes, I want to see today, how many flashes have you cultivated?!"

The fingerprints of the flower reappeared, and from both sides of Zhao Zhongyuan were attacked, gradually forming a trend of encirclement.

In this case, Zhao Zhongyuan can break through without relying on Lei Shan, but in order to show his most chic and outstanding side in front of the beauty, he is willing to take advantage of the easy.

"I'm flashing!"

Zhao Zhongyuan made a second flash, but Jiang Lan's impression of him was greatly discounted because of this.

"frivolous", "immature", "carried away"! None of them are compliments.

People are afraid of comparison.

Before the fight, Jiang Lan still felt that Zhao Zhongyuan was no worse than Sun Fan, but at this time, he was stunned to find that the minds of the two were not on the same level at all.

If Jiang Lan is a big river with turbulent waves, then Zhao Zhongyuan is a stream that can be seen at a glance, and as for Sun Fan, it is a boundless sea.

The more she compared, the more Jiang Lan felt that Zhao Zhongyuan was not worthy of herself, and the more she compared, the more she missed Sun Fan. Thinking of Sun Fan, Jiang Lan hated the root of her teeth. As soon as the root of the tooth is itchy, the first hand will naturally be heavy, and the unlucky one is Zhao Zhongyuan.

"Fancy style!"

Although it was the same move, Jiang Lan attacked Zhao Zhongyuan from four directions at the same time this time, and also secretly ambushed eight foreshadowings, which was bound to defeat Zhao Zhongyuan with one move.

"I'm flashing!"

The third flash avoided the encirclement of Jiang Lan's fingerprints, but what Zhao Zhongyuan didn't expect was that as soon as he gained a foothold, before he could take a steady breath, Jiang Lan's eight foreshadowings in ambush erupted at the same time.

Zhao Zhongyuan was helpless, so he could only flash again.

"I think you can flash a few more times? Blizzard! ”

Since this set of fingering is called Flying Snow, there is a Flying Snow style, and there will naturally be a Flying Snow style.

The fancy style pays attention to lightness, and the flying snow style pays attention to elegant, and the artistic conception of the two fingerings is very different.

Although Zhao Zhongyuan had already realized that if he flashed again, he might lose, but it was difficult to find the gap in Jiang Lan's fingering for a while, so he had to use Thunder Flash again.

The fourth flash, this is already the last flash that Zhao Zhongyuan can use.

"Come again! Snow! ”

Jiang Lan became more and more courageous the more he fought, and he combined the two styles of Lianhua and Feixue into one, directly sealing all the retreats of Zhao Zhongyuan.

Zhao Zhongyuan had no flash, so he could only hard-connect. But in the face of Jiang Lan, who is like a rainbow, even if he accepts the heart of pity and pity at this time, I am afraid that he will not have enough time to accumulate strength.

Now there is only one ending in front of Zhao Zhongyuan, and that is defeat!

Zhao Zhongyuan longs for victory, but the reality in front of him is cruel, cold, and desperate.

Jiang Lan herself also wanted Zhao Zhongyuan to win, because she needed to give herself a reason, a reason not to choose Sun Fan, but to choose Zhao Zhongyuan.

But she can't deceive herself!

Fingerprints are approaching, and the victory or defeat is at this moment!

Despair, despair, despair......

In the endless despair, Zhao Zhongyuan finally found a ray of light, "Challenge Jiang Lan and focus on attacking her." This little girl dared to wear a skirt to guard, a failure, a failure. ”

The voice of the Great Elder of the Thunder System was like a morning bell at dusk, alerting Zhao Zhongyuan.

"Ahh Six Strikes of the Storm! ”

The storm strikes six blows, one blow is stronger than the other, if Zhao Zhongyuan has time to gather momentum five times, the sixth blow can definitely match Jiang Lan's Flower Flying Snow.

But the reality is that it only has time for one hit.

Convoluted! Doubt! There was a lot of talk.

However, when Zhao Zhongyuan completely unleashed the first blow of the six blows of this storm, everyone understood his intentions.

"Despicable!"

"Shameless!"

"Indecent!"

“……”

The audience was full of abuse, but Zhao Zhongyuan didn't think so, because he wanted to win! He wants the crown prince's order!

Jiang Lan had already won the game, but she didn't expect that Zhao Zhongyuan would suddenly attack her next game.

Although the first blow of the six blows of the storm was not enough to threaten her, if she insisted on making a move, her skirt would inevitably be torn apart by Zhao Zhongyuan in public.

The feeling of disgust was born from the heart, and from this moment on, Zhao Zhongyuan was completely excluded from the scope of choice by Jiang Lan.

Collected in mid-air, the flowers fell in the snow, and they flew and landed under the stage.

Zhao Zhongyuan thought he had won, but he didn't know that he had lost.

There are many quasi-palace masters in the Wushuang War Palace, but there is only one horse master in Baicao Hall. What's more, if Jiang Lan is defeated, will this prince order really fall into the hands of Zhao Zhongyuan?

Of course, the answer is no, not to mention Sun Fan, just the Hongming hidden by the Great Elder of the Fire System is enough for him to drink a pot.

……

Fire stands.

"Hongming, you also saw the battle just now, how do you feel?"

"The realm is okay, but the combat skills are a mess, so don't be afraid!" What Hongming commented on was naturally Zhao Zhongyuan, who was still on the stage.

Hearing this, the Great Elder of the Fire System immediately shook his head and smiled bitterly, "That's the body of wind and thunder, no matter who underestimates him, they will suffer." Remember, before he unleashes the sixth strike of the tempest, make sure to force out his four lightning bolts, or you'll be defeated. ”

"Disciples, listen to Master's teachings."

"Let's play, it's time to surprise the four old ghosts of Jin Lei Fengmu."

……

"Hongming? Who is he?! ”

This is a common question shared by many elders and disciples present.

Others may not know, but the outer sect master who went to the inner gate with the Great Elder of the Fire Department, and the other Great Elders of the Sect are no strangers to the little guy Hongming.

Hongming's village was tragically ransacked by bandits, but it was the Great Elder of the Fire Department who rescued him and kept him with him. The rest of the great elders of the family all thought that Hongming was taken into the house slave by the great elders of the fire department, but they didn't expect that he was actually a disciple of the house.

The exposure of Hongming's identity caused a lot of shock. However, this bit of turbulence, compared to the duel between the two strongest disciples of the outer gate, was immediately ignored.

Time is running out, and there are less than ten minutes left until the end of the challenge phase. So after Hongming came to power, he didn't say a word and immediately started it.

"Qiang—"

Draw your sword and attack!

The long sword in Hongming's hand is made of thousand-year-old fire copper, and it is a veritable second-grade spiritual weapon. The sword blade passed, not only the heat was pressing, but also the fire waves were monstrous, and the momentum was extremely terrifying.

"Do you have a spiritual weapon?"

The thunder knife is now, and the thunder is rising!

"Dang!"

Swords collide, no matter how big or small. Obviously, the Benlei Knife in Zhao Zhongyuan's hand is also a second-grade spiritual weapon.

"Red Flame Sword Technique!"

"First Strike of the Storm!"

The "Red Flame Sword Technique" used by Hong Ming is slightly higher in grade than the "Six Strikes of the Storm". But the "Storm Six Strikes" that Zhao Zhongyuan used at this time were not ordinary "Storm Six Strikes", they were the killing moves after the lightning bonus.

The Red Flame Sword was in front of him, and Zhao Zhongyuan's figure suddenly disappeared, and instantly appeared behind Hong Ming.

"Boom!"

The "First Strike of the Storm" landed on Hong Ming's back impartially.

However, this move, Hongming did not suffer in vain. At least he had already understood why the Great Elder of the Fire System wanted him to try to force out, Zhao Zhongyuan's four thunderbolts.

"How does it feel? Storm Second Strike! ”

The sword momentum reversed, and he chose to shake hard, and Zhao Zhongyuan could only use Thunder Flash again in order to get his hit.

The result was the same as last time, the only difference was that Hongming was overwhelmed and vomited blood.

"Come again!"

Hongming's eyes were red, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and he spoke like hell, hoarse, with hysteria.

"Since you're looking for death, then don't blame me for being rude!" Zhao Zhongyuan lost face in the battle with Jiang Lan, so he planned to take the opportunity of Hongming to regain his majesty.

"Storm Third Strike!"

Hongming's countermeasures are still the same, holding the sword to block and bombarding head-on.

Zhao Zhongyuan has already used Thunder Flash for the third time in order to seek the right shot.

"Poof......

Blood is sprinkled in the sky, and the skin is open!

"Come again!"

Hong Ming is like a wounded beast, revealing madness and danger all over his body.

"You...... Simply crazy! ”

"Come on! Go on! Why did you stop?! ”

In the face of Hongming's repeated shouting, Zhao Zhongyuan finally shot again, "The fourth blow of the storm!" ”

Repeat the old trick, Thunder Flash! But the results were mixed.

"Flame True Body!"

"Boom!"

Zhao Zhongyuan's "Fourth Strike of the Storm" hit Hong Ming, but eighty percent of the strength of this blow was absorbed by the "Flame True Body". The remaining striking power is not as good as the previous third blow.

"Red Flame Sword Technique!"

Hong Ming reversed the sword move, and the sword attacked, no one thought that the sword mang he wanted to fight with Zhao Zhongyuan head-on before turned out to be a phantom. It was only at this moment that it truly showed its hideous fangs.

Zhao Zhongyuan had no way to hide, so he could only fight hard, "The fifth blow of the storm!" ”

The sword was about to be shaken, but what people never expected was that Hong Ming would change his moves again at this time.

Obviously, the confrontation of real swords and guns could not vent his anger at four consecutive moves, and what he pursued was an unsuspecting hit.

"Shuttle in the line of fire!"

Hongming stepped on the line of fire, flashed Zhao Zhongyuan's "Storm Fifth Blow" in an instant, and then turned around and stabbed sharply, directly hitting Zhao Zhongyuan's back.

In the same position, stabbing four swords in a row to break through the flesh, this is the * naked snow shame.

As soon as the four swords passed, Hong Ming jumped up suddenly, clasped his hands together, and slashed down in a condescending posture according to Zhao Zhongyuan's face.

"The sword shatters the mountains and rivers!".