"Ding!" The long sword in Zhu Rui's hand couldn't hold it and fell to the ground, Liu Yilun, whose palms were full of sweat, finally breathed a sigh of relief, the fight just now almost exhausted all his patience, this is already the tenth day of the Junwu Club, the weak have been eliminated, and there are few elites left, and Zhu Rui can be called the elite of the elite, defeating Zhu Rui, Zhang Mengyuan got the first place in Junwu There is almost no suspense, Liu Yilun drank a big sip of tea, the clear aroma went down his throat to the heart, and he couldn't say comfortable. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The champion of Junwu has won, and the competition for the Junwu list is below, I 。。。。。。"

"Master, please wait a minute."

Liu Yilun looked at Liu Ruoying, who was already wearing colors, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, although this girl was very pleasing to herself, but she was a disciple of the outer pavilion after all, except for the castle master, no one dared to interrupt her words, if it weren't for Lu Yushuang's face, Liu Yilun would have been angry.

"Little girl, what do you want to say?"

Liu Ruoying strengthened her courage, "Master, the champion of Junwu must defeat all the selected disciples, if you lose, the position of champion will change hands to others, this rule is set by you, right?" ”

"You've already lost, do you want to try again?" Liu Yilun suppressed the anger in his heart, Junwu will pay attention to the winner, one-on-one challenge, each person fights up to two games a day, this is to avoid someone to consume the opponent's physical strength to win with wheel battles, those who can stand tall win, and the loser is not allowed to fight again, if the winner is defeated by others, this person will become the new challenger, and defeat all the selected disciples will be the champion of Junwu, Liu Ruoying has been defeated by Zhang Mengyuan, and naturally there is no right to challenge.

"The disciple doesn't dare," Liu Ruoying brushed the wound on her wrist, "There are still people who haven't competed with Senior Brother Mengyuan, so I think it's a bit premature to make Senior Brother Mengyuan the champion of martial arts。。。。。。 ”

In order to avoid casualties, the rules of the Junwu Club are exquisite, but the sword has no eyes, and injuries are inevitable, and some disciples who are weaker in kung fu have chosen to withdraw from the competition for the champion of Junwu, after all, it is enough to enter the top five of Junwu, and if they are injured because of this, it will be a little more than worth the loss if they don't even enter the top five of Junwu.

"I know this," Liu Yilun smiled conceitedly, "There are still four people who haven't competed with Mengyuan, but I think there's no need to compete!" ”

Sure enough, under Liu Yilun's stern gaze, the remaining four people didn't even dare to raise their heads, and Zhang Mengyuan was holding a long sword and a white-clothed Shengxue, which was quite a bit of a master's loneliness.

"Hey," Liu Ruoying poked Zhang Songyue, who was standing still, looking at Liu Yilun's stern expression, Zhang Songyue pursed her lips and did not answer.

Liu Yilun coldly sneered at Zhang Songyue, "What, you, a registered disciple, also want to challenge Zhang Mengyuan?" ”

"He's not a registered disciple!" The blue sky is like washing, the purple and red flowers and the blue sky reflect each other, everything is so soft, the layers of grass and trees and stars hold the competition field in their arms like the moon, Lu Yushuang with a straight face stood up from the chair, the wind blew her long eyelashes, everything looked so beautiful and elegant.

"Sister Shuang, did you take him into a disciple?" Liu Yilun sneered at Lu Yushuang.

"Exactly!" A red butterfly gently stopped on Lu Yushuang's arm, the breeze came, Lu Yushuang raised his hand, the red butterfly floated up in a panic, and the fluttering figure flew farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

"Huh?" Zhang Songyue's body trembled slightly, his right hand secretly clenched into a fist, could it be that he was really useless? All efforts are doomed to be in vain? Zhang Songyue glanced at the master, Lu Yushuang nodded at him, pride and ambition rose in the bottom of his heart, Zhang Songyue instantly felt taller!

"Haha, interesting!" Liu Yilun looked at Zhang Songyue, "Boy, do you really want to challenge Zhang Mengyuan?" ”

Zhang Songyue peeked at Yao Yinxue, Yao Yinxue was dressed in red and frowned slightly, the depression on her face couldn't help but increase a little, this amorous girl seemed to have some endless thoughts, everything in front of her was so familiar, in a trance it seemed to be back to the age of two little guesses, the two looked at each other, the bitter and sweet spread in their hearts, Zhang Songyue couldn't help but sigh,

"Yes!" Zhang Songyue breathed a sigh of relief, Yao Yinxue was obviously taken aback, and her face suddenly turned pale!

Zhang Songyue slowly walked towards Zhang Mengyuan, one step, two steps。。。。。。 Zhang Mengyuan held the long sword in his hand, the blade reflected a white light, and the king-like aura spread throughout the martial arts training ground, Zhang Songyue calmed down the irritability in his heart, and wiped the beads of sweat on the tip of his nose.

"Senior brother, I won't accept mercy, you have to be careful!" Zhang Mengyuan shook the hilt of the sword, it was not easy to win the battle with Zhu Rui just now, and the sour numbness ran through his entire arm, but he was confident that the person in front of him was recognized as a waste, if he couldn't even beat the waste, then what was the first place in Junwu?

"Senior brother, just let the horse come!" Zhang Songyue twisted the orchid with a sword to the sky.

"Haha。。。。。。" Seeing the lively disciples, Lu Yushuang has excellent martial arts, but there are no male disciples under the door, the reason is that Jinghong Luoshui is a swordsmanship practiced by girls, and Zhang Songyue is also helpless to invest in his disciples, fortunately, Lu Yushuang did not treat Zhang Songyue as a waste, coupled with Liu Ruoying's point, Zhang Songyue's swordsmanship has now become a small success.

"Senior brother looks at the move!" Zhang Mengyuan's sword sparkled, and a little cold light stabbed down on Zhang Songyue's body.

"It's good to come!" Zhang Songyue raised his long sword, and the starry light in the sky seemed to fall from the distant silver man.

Liangyi Luo water reflects the galaxy!

The night is blank and stormy!

Ethereal as smoke amorous woman!

A glimpse of lovesickness!

Zhang Songyue's four types of continuous hair in one go, the rolling sword moves are like a stream murmuring, although there is no majestic momentum of the stormy waves, but the small bridge and flowing clouds have their own taste, this is the essence of the Jinghong Luoshui sword, the kitsch is long and magnificent, just like the big river in the night, it looks particularly quiet and comfortable against the background of the starry sky.

Zhang Mengyuan had already put away his pride at this time, and the long sword in his hand was like a big net attacking Zhang Songyue's head, and his right arm seemed to become heavier and heavier, but he was still sure to defeat Zhang Songyue, because he was a martial artist, and Zhang Songyue could barely be regarded as a personal martial artist.

The sand is like snow in front of Huile Peak!

The moon is like frost in the surrendered city!

I don't know who blows the reed pipe!

Recruit people overnight!

The same four moves, point, chip, dial, bounce responded to the past, this set of swordsmanship is called "Autumn Wind Falling Leaves Sword", is Liu Yilun's proud work, although the name of the sword move is bleak, but it has a sense of slaughter, and the person who fights with it is like the yellow leaves on the branches, sinking and dissipating sooner or later under the autumn wind-like swordsmanship, at this time, Zhang Mengyuan's urging was launched, and the fierce offensive instantly forced Zhang Songyue back.

The two of them rolled and rolled and played nearly a hundred moves, outside the battle, everyone was a little stupid, thinking that Zhang Mengyuan could solve Zhang Songyue in three moves and two styles, who knew that Zhang Songyue was like a small boat in the waves, although it was crumbling, it was still standing firm, especially Liu Ruoying, a pair of wonderful eyes stared at Zhang Songyue tightly, and the expression on her face didn't know whether it was surprise or anger.

"Good boy, you dare to play tricks on this girl, see how I clean you up in a while!"

Liu Ruoying was defeated by Zhang Mengyuan yesterday, she naturally knows best about Zhang Mengyuan's strength, Zhang Songyue has supported it for so long, which is naturally beyond her expectations, but she doesn't know that Zhang Mengyuan and Zhu Rui not only lost their sharpness but also suffered a lot of losses after a fight, but Zhang Mengyuan has always been arrogant, and this little injury will naturally not be mentioned to others, and Zhang Songyue's original sense of qi that has not improved has a faint state of fullness today, and his internal force seems to have entered the ranks of earth warriors! That's why it's the current stalemate.

"Humph!" Zhang Songyue's long sword swept towards Zhang Mengyuan's leg, and he stepped forward and pointed his left hand directly at Zhang Mengyuan's chest.

"'Luoshui Double Butterflies Flying', this trick is finally here!" Liu Ruoying clapped her hands.

"That's not right!" Lu Yushuang frowned slightly, this move was originally given to Liu Ruoying to deal with Zhang Mengyuan, the recruiter used the sword as bait with his right hand, and the sword scabbard as a weapon with his left hand to attack in two ways to achieve the effect of killing with one blow, Liu Yilun knew that the Jinghong Luoshui Sword had this style, so there must be a countermeasure, so Lu Yushuang specially instructed Liu Ruoying not to bring the scabbard when he came on the field to paralyze the other party, who knew that Liu Ruoying lost before he could perform this trick, Zhang Songyue took a step forward to make up for the lack of distance, but that palm 。。。。。。

It seems that he has been prepared, Zhang Mengyuan sealed Zhang Songyue's long sword with a long sword, and blocked Zhang Songyue's left hand with his left hand, just when the two hands were about to touch together, Zhang Songyue's palm slipped and deftly avoided Zhang Mengyuan's palm, Zhang Mengyuan felt a tightness in his chest, and a tingling sensation suddenly hit.

Zhang Mengyuan took two steps back in embarrassment, with a surprised expression on his face, Zhang Songyue's move just now actually had a sense of déjà vu, and in an instant, the once heroic dry clouds turned into cold and discouraged, Zhang Mengyuan smiled bitterly, and walked slowly to the sidelines.

"I lost!"

Junwu competition, you can admit defeat or fight to the death, if you continue to compete, Zhang Mengyuan is ten percent sure that Zhang Songyue can be defeated, but he doesn't want to compete anymore.

"Bastard, you haven't lost yet, keep me going!" Liu Yilun shouted completely regardless of his identity, if Zhang Mengyuan admits defeat, his face will really be lost, "If you dare to take a step out of this field, then you are not my apprentice!" ”

Zhang Mengyuan's body paused, and after some painful struggle, the heavy steps finally gradually faded away.

"Uncle Shi。。。。。。" Zhang Songyue, who didn't know how to end, was a little at a loss, and Zhang Mengyuan admitted defeat like this, which was completely unexpected by him.

"Don't call me uncle!" Liu Yilun glanced at Zhang Songyue viciously, "Say, where did you steal the trick 'swimming in the dragon and playing in the water' just now?" ”