In view of the fact that the stands were a little far away from the ring, and he could not take a comprehensive and detailed look at the true face of the player Xu Xian, Xiao Yu was still very anxious to move the chair under his seat forward, to see that the effect was still not ideal, and he simply moved the seat forward again.

In this way, the seat that seemed to be empty seemed to fall far, far behind her seat.

After waiting for a while, the empty seat, finally, somewhat strangely and mysteriously, moved forward, and saw that it was still not flat, and then moved it again.

Xiao Yu was excited, but she didn't notice anything unusual around her.

Like many people, she put her slender body directly on the front guardrail, towards the ring, waving her arms eagerly, and her mouth was still extremely crazy to follow the audience below, doing free cheerleading:

"Come on, Xu Xian! Xu Xian, come on! ”

The two people on the stage, Xu Xian and Yang Gang, did not go up directly to fight hand-to-hand, or punch and kick as everyone imagined.

It's just that each of them is holding a sword, and the cold light is shining only at each other, circling back and forth over there.

A circle down, no hands.

After two circles, there was still no action.

The two of them, it seems, are quiet, waiting for an opportunity to find each other's flaws.

Therefore, they all endured it stubbornly, and they didn't take the lead in making a move.

Xiao Yu was somewhat deflated.

Wow wow, the legendary high-end god who is personable, gentle, courteous and frugal, that Xu Gongzi who has been missing the White Lady for thousands of years, no, he doesn't even have the courage to do it, right?!

If you keep turning like this, will you faint directly on this stand?

I don't know if it's been a few turns, but the gray-clothed man named Yang Gang finally couldn't bear it anymore and shot directly.

The sword light flashed, and the three-foot Qingfeng sword was like a bolt of lightning, and it slammed straight towards the slender white-clothed figure opposite.

"Wow......" A few little girls' screams burst out directly into a corner.

Xu Xian in the ring was not as flustered as people expected.

Under the sword raised, his white figure flew up directly like a swimming dragon at this moment.

In mid-air, his figure, like a flying white crane, circled around Yang Gang, constantly circling.

What's even more surprising is that even if he is in mid-air, the fierce attack of the sword in his hand is still undiminished.

"Brush brush brush", as far as Xiao Yu's naked eye can see, he has at least stabbed that Yang Gang about eighteen swords.

Yang Gang, who was standing firmly in the ring, also looked unfazed.

In the midst of repeated moves and dodges, he saw the move and fought happily.

For a while, the sword light flashed, the white clothes swirled, and the whole fight became like a wonderful sword dance, which made people feel very good-looking.

Xiao Yu's mouth was wide open, and he couldn't close it for a long time, so he just stared at it without blinking:

In other words, this legendary male god's demeanor is really worthy of its name!

Even comparing swordsmanship, you can make such a small qualification, no wonder, Miss Bai will fall in love!

Mmmm, Xu Shaoxia, compare well, strive to win, don't let it down, you look good in white!

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