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Sunset West Mountain, on the empty field in front of the Kunlun Gate Hall. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At this moment, there were already dozens of people standing up, especially the teenagers who came in at the same time as Su Yuluo, after a month of training, they were completely different from when Fang came to Kunlun Gate, not only had they lost their childishness, but they were also gearing up one by one, and they were extremely excited about the upcoming final duel.

Sitting at the top is Duguren, the master of Kunlun Gate.

Sitting on either side of Duguren were his eldest apprentice and second apprentice, Tian Youguang and Chen Youqing.

Counting down further, there are the disciples of the Zizi generation, counting the sixth from right to left, Su Yuluo saw her temporary master, Ziliang. He didn't seem to pay much attention to this duel, still holding a wine bag in his hand, and took a sip from time to time. Somehow, she suddenly thought of what Ziliang had said to her yesterday, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble slightly.

There were twenty people in the duel, but she was a little girl.

According to the usual duel rules of Kunlun Gate, every five people are in a group, and a winner is selected in each group, and finally the winner of each round is in a final duel to select the final winner. Of course, although the disciples of Kunlun Sect are all teenagers, there is still an unwritten rule, although it is a martial arts competition, but after all, they rely on their own abilities. Even if you die on the field in the end, you can only blame your inferior skills, and you will not be held accountable for the killing. Therefore, those teenagers who wanted to come to Kunlun Gate to learn martial arts had already put life and death aside the moment they came to Tianxing Mountain.

Duguren stood up, spilled a glass of wine in his hand towards the empty field in front of him, and then took a glass of wine from the hands of the people next to him, raised his glass and said: "The duel is about to begin, I would like to toast you all first, and wish one of the twenty of you a final victory!" ”

He drank the wine from his glass and threw it to the ground with a shake of his hand. Immediately, the dense drumming of the golden gong resounded on the field one after another, and the duel officially began.

The five teenagers who were the first to jump jumped onto the duel ring in the center of the courtyard, and one of them, whom Su Yuluo knew, was Murong An, who appeared in front of her every day.

Her impression of Murong An has always been that she is a gentleman, but she has never seen how strong he is. She suddenly had an interest in wanting to see it, and a glimmer of light flashed in her amber bright eyes, staring straight at Murong An in the center of the ring.

At the beginning of the first round, all five people in the ring stood still, as if they were all speculating on the minds of the other four and testing their strength.

Suddenly, the young man standing on the right side of Murong An suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand and rushed towards Murong An at the fastest speed, his speed was extremely fast, the sword in his hand slashed across Murong An's left cheek, and in an instant, Murong An's left sideburns were gently cut off and slowly fell to the ground.

Seeing that the young man's sword flew towards Murong An's neck, Murong An immediately flashed his head down and successfully dodged the sword. Then, with a leap of his foot, he pushed out his left hand and struck the boy hard in the chest. The boy immediately fell to the field, spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and fainted.

Seeing this formation, the other three seemed to have discussed it together, and they all pointed their spearheads straight at Murong An, and then surrounded him in the middle. Murong An seemed to have anticipated their thoughts, the corners of his mouth raised, he jumped up, supported his body with the flag fluttering in the ring, and then ran around the periphery of the three of them with lightning speed, and before everyone could understand, he only heard the three sounds of "bang, bang, bang", and the swords in the hands of the three people had all fallen to the ground. The three who had lost their weapons ran towards the ring in terror.

Su Yuluo's brows tightened slightly, so fast. I didn't expect Murong An, who was hippie and smiling on weekdays, to have such a fast skill. Will he be able to overcome him?

"In the first round, Murong Ansheng - "

A bulletin sounded in my ear, "The second round begins—"

The next two rounds also went very fast, and soon it was the turn of the fourth group. As time passed little by little, Su Yuluo's forehead already felt slightly sweaty.

"The fourth round begins—"

After the informant's voice sounded, she clenched the sword in her hand tightly and walked towards the ring. When she came face to face with the other four, they all gave her a disdainful look. She tried to tell herself that she had to be calm, that she had to be calm.

But the whispers under the ring still fell lightly in her ears.

"This is the only girl, so petite, I guess...... Alas! ”

"You can't say that." Another different voice sounded, "It is said that people can't look good, especially not some little girls, they will kill people if they are ruthless!" ”

"Yes, too! Like that tigress in your house, hahaha......"

"You! Shut up, it's about to begin! ”

……

She didn't listen carefully to the words that followed, but clenched the sword in her hand even more. After her mind gradually calmed down, she gently pulled out the ...... in her hand Broken sword.

"Hahaha...... She...... The little girl turned out to be using a broken sword! ”

"Alas, this little girl is definitely going to lose! Originally, I wanted to bet on her to win......"

Because she was the only one on the field who was a girl, the other four teenagers naturally decided that she was the weakest, so they all walked towards her with the swords in their hands. In an instant, Su Yuluo only saw four bright sword lights flying, she was so shocked that she took a few steps back, and the broken sword in her hand fell to the ground all of a sudden.

They were getting closer, and she bit her chapped lip fiercely as they saw that she was about to be forced out of the ring. No, she must not lose, she must win!

Thinking of this, an uncontrollable energy seemed to accumulate in her chest, and it was about to erupt in the next moment. Her face turned pale, and she flicked her broken sword in her hand as she rushed towards them at the same speed.

In an instant, the sound of weapons colliding with each other, the sound of wheezing, mixed with each other.

Her figure was petite and delicate, and she could fly back and forth smoothly in the four of them taking turns to entangle her, but after all, it was the four of them who were the only one for her, and soon she was a little overwhelmed and fell below. Her arms were cut one after another, and the scarlet blood stained her white dress.

Her swordsmanship is very fast, but her injured hand is no longer strong, and every sword she uses is not like just now, occasionally they force her with a sword, she can only try to retreat, but she still can't avoid being stabbed, and the corners of her mouth and body are already full of red blood.

She began to panic, the pain on her arm made her hand holding the broken sword tremble slightly, and the uneasiness in her heart became clearer and clearer, she dragged her body that was about to fall, slowly moving step by step, clenching her teeth.

But she knew that no matter what, she couldn't fall. (To be continued.) )