Li Haoyan knew that the situation was not good, and if he continued, something unexpected would most likely happen. But even so, he still didn't intend to give up. This is his dignity as a swordsman, and it is also the pride of his many years.

"Three cups of ......"

Before he finished this sword trick, he really spit out a mouthful of blood, and the blood was pervasive, splashing on the white lotus, and the white lotus did not change color.

On the other side, He Deyong's Seven Laws of Breeze have long been completed, and he has been waiting.

Seeing Li Haoyan so reluctantly, he no longer hesitated, and quickly stabbed forward with two fingers of his left hand as a sword, and his long sword struck.

Where did Li Haoyan dare to slack off, and hurriedly cheered up. It was also his right hand and finger as a sword, and he controlled the white lotus sword intent to shoot towards He Deyong.

The white mist rose up, and He Deyong's sword qi flowed wantonly in the white mist, like a dragon fish, cruising like a breeze.

"The breeze is clear and traceless, and it is actually taking advantage of the danger of others. I don't know who said more in the sword curtain.

He Yuanlong, who has always had a good ear, heard this, but he became energetic: "Whose mouth is cheap, is it possible that the competition has to wait for someone to put on a posture and make sufficient preparations, only to fight for the sword intent? Could it be that Li Haoyan's sword intent will take half an hour, and we will wait for half an hour?"

"Take advantage of others' danger? First of all, you put yourself in danger, who is to blame?"

He Yuanlong was unhappy in his heart, so he actually stood up, looked at the sword curtain behind him, his eyes were not good, and he crossed his waist and said: "No matter how cheap the hell is your mouth, don't blame this son for holding a grudge, once he mentions the sword in the future, he will inevitably have to live a few tricks with him." ”

The man who had just spoken was silent. There's no way, although this He Yuanlong's fame is not much, he can't stand up to his prominent status. Many people in the sword curtain are constantly slandering and jealous of this immature son.

Xu Yongzheng suddenly felt that this He Yuanlong was quite interesting, but he didn't know where his confidence was. Only shook his head slightly, thinking that the people in this sword curtain can't get out of the ordinary, bullying the soft and fearing the hard is the norm in the rivers and lakes.

"The winner is decided. Xu Yongzheng looked at the white mist that had gradually dissipated, reminding He Yuanlong.

The wind blew at the right time, the white mist dissipated, and the results of the competition were revealed.

One was standing, and the other was on the ground.

The man who fell to the ground looked rather embarrassed, and he was lying in a pool of blood, which stained the dust red and wet the hem of his clothes.

The man standing was bleeding profusely from his left hand, which stained most of the blade red and stained his pants. The difference was that his right hand, which should have been holding the scabbard, was holding another sword.

The man who fell to the ground was dressed in purple, and there was no doubt that it was Li Haoyan. The man standing straight is the breeze without a trace, He Deyong.

Perhaps, as Li Haoyan said before, the breeze without a trace is still the same style as it was back then.

The breeze gently wandered over the mountain peaks, as if it was whispering to people about its exploits just now, and it was also announcing the tragedy on the mountain peaks.

He Deyong opened his feet and walked towards Li Haoyan, one step, two steps, three steps......

No one knows what he intends to do with the two swords in his hands at the moment, and some people can't help but wonder if he is going to show off his might in front of Li Haoyan or something else?

Li Haoyan lay on the ground weakly, in the eyes of outsiders, he didn't see He Deyong arriving at all, and many of the disciples of the Sword Curtain pinched a cold sweat for him.

He stopped. ”

"He's already won the fight. ”

But his sword was not put away. ”

"Look, his sword is falling. ”

"Does he really dare to kill?" This time, not only the swordsmen of the sword curtain didn't believe it, but the other swordsmen also had disbelief on their faces, but after a blink of an eye, they looked like they were watching a good show.

The sword that belonged to Li Haoyan fell, but did not fall on Li Haoyan's body or neck, He Deyong firmly inserted Li Haoyan's sword on the ground, and then stretched out his right hand.

Li Yulou in the distance couldn't help but smile: "Although the relationship between Tang Ge Jianhao and Song Que Jianzong is not good, how dare he kill Senior Uncle Haoyan?

Li Haoyan's self-talk did not get the intervention of the sword servant.

In front of everyone's eyes, what will Li Haoyan do?

I saw that Li Haoyan also stretched out his right hand, held the hand that was still clean, and then bared his teeth and got up with difficulty. His left hand dodged the famous sword, intentionally or unintentionally.

"Brother Deyong, Fang Cai, thank you for saving me. Li Haoyan thanked He Deyong in a low voice. It's a lot closer.

"Chivalrous singing can be ranked in the top three among all the sword songs of Tang Ge Jianhao, if you are too hasty and reckless, you will be injured so badly. If your eldest brother is here, I'm afraid you will be good-looking. ”

"Although the eldest brother is good, he always likes to treat me as an ignorant child, this competition, Brother Deyong, don't let him know the truth. ”

He Deyong nodded, showing a smile as a victor.

However, He Deyong's expression suddenly changed, and he deliberately raised his voice and said: "Just your half-hung chivalrous song, you want to compete with my Qingfeng Seven Laws? As he spoke, He Deyong's hand slapped heavily on Li Haoyan's shoulder.

Li Haoyan's shoulder failed to come with a sore feeling, and he was also stunned for a while, so he immediately understood, shook his hand suddenly, pushed He Deyong away, and shouted unwillingly: "He Deyong, don't deceive people too much." ”

"In today's competition, I lost. Our Tang Ge Jianhao didn't lose. To blame, only blame Li Haoyan for not being proficient in learning. ”

"Don't be complacent, even if I can't beat you, it doesn't mean that the younger generations of the sword curtain can't beat you, and it doesn't mean that the heroes who use swords in the world can't beat you. I don't believe it, no swordsman can cure you today?"

"If it really doesn't work, I'll go and ask my eldest brother Li Haomiao to come over. This last sentence has some gambling elements, like a child who loses a fight and goes home to find his brother to help.

In the eyes of others, Li Haoyan was a little annoyed and angry, so his words were inevitably a little mean, this agitation method was used well, and there were also some unknown juniors who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

But in the end, Li Haoyan moved out of his eldest brother Li Haomiao, and some people's hearts inevitably retreated.

He is not only Li Haoyan's brother, but also a generation of swordsmen recognized by the world's swordsmen.

Since Li Haoyan, who knows his brother's strength quite well, said this after the competition with He Deyong, then the next person to ask He Deyong for advice has to weigh his own catties in his heart, whether it is enough to compare with Li Haomiao.

Looking at Li Haoyan again, he flicked his sleeves and made a gesture of annoyance, then squeezed his eyebrows slightly, signaled to He Deyong, put his sword into the sheath and wanted to walk off the stage.

Leaving He Deyong alone, full of the baptism of everyone's attention.

And He Deyong held his head high and waved the sword in his hand, like a victor. His eyes were cold and sharp, and although his sword was ordinary, it shone with a cold glow, which was extremely dazzling.

It was full of friends, and only a few people dared to look at them, and they all showed friendly smiles.

Fu Zhang, the elder of the Tibetan Soldier Hall in the audience, also showed a smile, thinking that it seemed that today's sword was won without a trace.

He Yuanlong, who was sitting next to Xu Yongzheng, was elated, as if he was even happier than he had won the championship, and danced with his hands: "I'll just say that this breeze is invincible." Brother Wuwei, although you didn't play today, don't be discouraged. You'll definitely have a chance at the next Sword Conference. ”

Xu Yongzheng didn't plan to go to the competition, but he was so teased by He Yuanlong, and he was also at ease.

Both of them are surnamed He, and it is estimated that they are from the same family, so they may be related to each other. And He Yuanlong was just a passerby to him, and Xu Yongzheng didn't need to argue about anything.

"With the auspicious words of He Gongzi, Wuwei opened his eyes today and made up his mind that he would have to practice swordsmanship more when he went back. ”

"Don't be too arrogant, a swordsman who can be appreciated by Qin Yuanlang will definitely have a great future in the future. He Yuanlong patted Xu Yongzheng's shoulder and comforted.

Xu Yongzheng arched his hand with a smile, got up and was about to leave, but was pulled down by He Yuanlong.

"Brother Wuwei, don't go, the elders of the Tibetan Soldiers Hall haven't come to power yet. Although the ending has been decided, the sword conference is not over yet. When he comes to the stage to announce the results, it's not too late for me to go with you."

At this point, Xu Yongzheng was embarrassed to refuse, and he couldn't say that he wanted to hurry up.

When everyone in the audience saw Fu Zhang, the elder of the Tibetan Soldier Palace, coming to the stage, they were also full of energy, waiting for today's matter to be finalized.