A noble son on the stage looked at a noble girl, and tens of thousands of spectators in the audience were all puzzled.

"Yan Xiangluan is a noble son, that Dugu Jialuo is just a palace maid, even if he climbs up to the palace of Liaoyang County, he is just a wild pheasant flying up the plane tree" Zhang Quxuan, the captain of the horse, snorted coldly, he is the daughter of the saint Princess Changfen's concubine, although the princess is young and has not yet married, but the title has been given, he is still the son of the sister of Queen Zhaocheng, that is, the son of the saint's aunt, the cousin of the saint, as for whether this daughter marries the cousin is messed up, the world has not investigated too much.

"Why hasn't it started yet? There can be no accidents in this game" Princess Yuzhen is also a little dissatisfied, she is also one of the shareholders of Fuguilou, she lost the last game is very distressed, and she will not hurt her muscles and bones if she loses 90,000, if she loses this game, it will be 1.45 million, and if Fuguilou loses, it will only be a good deal.

"Don't worry, there is Yan County Master as the referee in the ring, as long as Yan Xiangluan doesn't die, he can win" Zhang Qulu gritted his teeth.

"Yan Langjun can't lose," Qinglian Sword Immortal Li Bai also comforted.

"The handicap of Xiaoyao Lou in this field let Dugu Xinci take it, and the odds of Yan Xiangluan are one to one or two, but a certain one has gone under a thousand guan, and I heard that it has received nearly 300,000 yuan to buy Yan Xiangluan Lang Junsheng's bet, and I am afraid that Dugu Xinci will have some blood this time" Xiaoxiang fairy Shui Roubo also smiled.

A group of people from the Chivalrous Alliance ordered congratulations, and the night white clothes looked at Qin Zong, the dragon knight with a blank face, and sighed secretly, thinking about what this Far Eastern Marquis had to rely on?

The Luoying swordsman Yan Xiangluan pulled out his long sword, and the four-foot Qingfeng was brilliant, and if mercury was attached to the blade, a ray of light kept moving, this was an enchanted sword.

The sword of mortals is also sharp, but the sword of extraordinary people is refined by attachment techniques, such as the dragon tongue bow of Yan Tianqi, which attaches to the wind system spell to speed up the speed of the arrow, which is as fast as lightning, and the hair is instantaneous, far beyond imagination.

Yan Xiangluan's Qingfeng sword is attached to the water system spell, dancing, the water system spell condenses into a splash, beautiful as peach and plum color, Luoying swordsman is named after this.

Dugu Jialuo also pulled out his sword, which was also a sword that looked extremely sharp, with a snowy body and golden eyes shining in the sun.

After Li Yuan explained a few words in a routine manner, a gong sounded, and the competition started.

Yan Xiangluan already knew the reason for Jian Fenghan's defeat, and also knew that this battle was about a million-dollar gambling game, and when the gong just fell, he raised his sword to attack, and the Qingfeng sword bloomed a few white flowers and pointed at the opponent.

Wu Lingwu and other little ladies in the audience were in an uproar, and they all shouted and scolded this fallen swordsman for being shameless, but they were immediately suppressed by the applause of the Chivalrous League.

The fame of the Luoying swordsman is considered to be the upper reaches in the Tiangang Star of the Academy, not as famous as the white-clothed Situ Yutong and others, but his swordsmanship can still rank in the top three, plus the enchanted sword, only in terms of swordsmanship, it is also agreed that it is called the first.

This year's martial arts can be described as an elite gathering of junyans, people like the dragon knight, the phoenix empress, and the tiger real person are not detected, Aloya, Wei Han, Leng Chuixue and others are close to the ninth section, the night white clothes Yang Qiu, Li Bai and others are undoubtedly eight sections, but the Luoying swordsman Yan Xiangluan is only seven sections, the condensation of the gang qi is not pure, but there is a water system spell bonus, this sword is quite powerful, and it is breathtaking.

Dugu Jialuo only raised the hilt of the sword slightly, pinched an orchid finger in his left hand and raised it above his head, and when the sword approached three feet around him, the sword blade of his right hand danced, just sealing the sword momentum of the Luoying swordsman.

The sword dance is a branch of Yan and Tang sword skills, but the swordsmen do not recognize the sword dance as a sword skill, but think that it is actually a kind of dance, because most of it moves according to the rhythm and is not aggressive.

Sword dance, also known as sword dance, there is a movable device between the hilt of the short sword and the sword body, and the performer can freely swing and rotate the short sword to make it emit a regular sound, which complements the beautiful dance posture and creates a fighting atmosphere. The rhythm of the dance is "Order". The sword dance is divided into standing sword and walking sword, the "standing sword" action is fast and agile, the posture is calm and crisp when stationary, and it is full of sculpture; The action of "Xingjian" is continuous, such as Changhong and swimming dragon, beginning and end one after another, and like flowing clouds and water, uniform and tough.

Dugu Jialuo moved, the golden bell on the wrist immediately made a pleasant sound, the body was like a whirlwind, the sword was like a meteor, and his brother Dugu Xinci once wrote a poem: Yi Ruyi shoots nine sunsets, and is like a group of emperors and dragons. Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

It is described as its flexible posture, swift sword dance, and grand scene: the viewer is depressed like a mountain, and the heaven and earth are low for a long time.

The swordsman Yan Xiangluan was not a fledgling boy, but he was also intimidated by the opponent's momentum, the sword momentum was sealed, his body was stagnant, and he suddenly felt that he was surrounded by the turbulent sword light, and immediately took a few steps back, but Dugu Jialuo's sword light followed the trend like a shadow.

The sound of the bell on the stage is crisp, the rhythm is moving, the sword dance is like flowing water, and the palace costume is a move that makes people feel relaxed and happy, but the sword is round and has no sharp feeling, and everyone is puzzled when they see the swordsman who has been retreating.

Yan Xiangluan was also surprised, just because he couldn't figure out where the attack point of this sword dance was, his body moved slightly, but he felt that there were traps everywhere, and his sword was attached to the water system spell, so he felt that this Dugu Jialuo's sword dance was like the ocean, the surface was calm and waveless, but he didn't know what turbulent undercurrent was hidden inside.

Yan Xiangluan began to use his sword to probe, Qingfeng's sword was like a thorn and thorn, and Dugu Jialuo's sword dance was cut open a crack, but it was immediately filled by the sword light again.

Dugu Jialuo's sword dance takes the ring as the stage, wandering within a radius of a few zhang, everyone looks very strange, this is not like a competition, but Dugu Jialuo is dancing solo, Yan Xiangluan is like a troublesome spectator, rushing into the sword dance from time to time, but is avoided.

The sword dancer pays attention to the agility of the body, Dugu Jialuo can easily dodge Yan Xiangluan's sword attack without colliding with it, which is different from the smiling tiger Duan Yifeng fighting against the sword blade, Duan Yifeng is wandering gossip steps, and still constantly uses the sword to block the opponent's sword momentum, which can be said to overcome rigidity with softness, while Dugu Jialuo does not contact the opponent's sword at all, and is dedicated to playing his own sword dance.

The purple and gold bells are like heavenly sounds, which are spoken to the visitors, and to Yan Xiangluan, it is like the noise of morning reading, which makes people feel impetuous.

The swordsman Yan Xiangluan gritted his teeth, regardless of the rhythm of the opponent's sword dance, and danced the sword by himself.

There are no less than 50,000 people in the ring, and looking at the situation in the ring is eye-opening, and a competition has become a sword dance? It's just that the sword dance of these two people is really good-looking.

Dugu Jialuo's sword dance is like flowing water, Yan Xiangluan's sword skills are like falling flowers, falling flowers flow by water, the water flow seems to be soft, but the water is more flowing when the knife is drawn.

The spectators held their breath and forgot to applaud, the crisp bell was sometimes as light as the rustling of leaves in the wind, and sometimes as high-pitched as the lark's cry into the clouds, unconsciously Yan Xiangluan was actually deeply immersed in it, and felt that dancing to the rhythm of this bell was really a refreshing thing.

The dancing of the two began to interact, Yan Xiangluan stood quietly like a dragon, Dugu Jialuo's body was like a flying phoenix dancing, and slowly the two actually had a tacit understanding, and the sword body sometimes intersected, but the sound of clanging collision was just to add extra rhythm to the sword dance.

"Make a move," the night white clothes in the audience suddenly shouted.

Yan Xiangluan suddenly woke up from his dream, took a few steps back, his face was hideous, and his sword skills also turned into a straight line, fierce and fierce, slashing his opponent directly.

"Shameless in white clothes at night" Wu Lingwu and Xiao Xiao's little lady shouted in unison, and many spectators echoed them.

Yan Xiangluan's sudden change of move caught Dugu Jialuo a little off guard, and he stumbled under his feet, but he stood on the ground with his sword, his delicate body moved sideways, and he barely dodged the blade of the sword.

Yan Xiangluan was unforgiving, and his sword light was shining, stabbing directly into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

Dugu Jialuo retreated, seeing that he was about to reach the edge of the ring.

Yan Xiangluan's pace quickened, and the sword in his hand summoned three splashes of water to pounce on his opponent.

Dugu Jialuo took a step back, but the sword in his hand came out of his hand and pointed directly at the opponent's face.

Yan Xiangluan had no choice but to lean back to dodge, but unexpectedly, the sword momentum sank, and the figure of the Luoying swordsman remained unchanged and retreated a few steps, and then the sword that Dugu Jialuo got out of his hand spun like a spiritual snake.

Controlling the sword with silk is also a kind of sword dance, the sound of the bell of Dugu Jialuo restores the rhythm, and the short sword is controlled by a spider silk and has a muddy dance, entering and retreating into the middle of the spin, and the short sword flies rapidly, but does not contact the opponent's sword body.

Seeing that he was about to fall into the situation of dancing just now, Yan Xiangluan fought the danger of being entangled by spider silk, rubbed his body to let go of the short sword, and slashed sideways along the spider silk, and the sword hit Dugu Jialuo directly.

Dugu Jialuo swam away, and the spider silk really wrapped around Yan Xiangluan's arms.

Yan Xiangluan was shocked, thinking about retreating quickly to break free from the entanglement of the spider silk, but its speed was not as fast as Dugu Jialuo, and the spider silk in Dugu Jialuo's hand seemed to be continuous at the moment, and it actually wrapped Yan Xiangluan around it in an instant.

Yan Xiangluan stretched his upper arms to break the spider silk, but how could he do it?

Dugu Jialuo's spider silk gradually wrapped around the legs of the Luoying swordsman, and Yan Xiangluan stomped his feet and soared into the air, kicking and kicking his opponent in a row.

Dugu Jialuo's pace was faster, retreating and swimming like a whirlwind, Yan Xiangluan's legs were finally wrapped around the spider silk and immediately fell in the ring, but he immediately rolled in the opposite direction of the spider silk entanglement, trying to bypass the entanglement of the spider silk.

Bai Yujing and other people in the audience immediately laughed.

"Admit defeat, get out of the way, swordsman," the little lady of the witch spirit dance shouted heartlessly.

The Luoying swordsman Yan Xiangluan gritted his teeth and rolled quickly, but the spider silk seemed to be stuck to his body and couldn't take it off, the handsome Luoying swordsman's face was like blood, but he desperately endured it, and suddenly stood up, his body turned like a flywheel and wanted to bring down Dugu Jialuo.

Dugu Jialuo's spider silk seemed to be exhausted, and he was actually driven by it for a few steps, Yan Xiangluan was immediately overjoyed, rolled faster, and took Dugu Jialuo to the edge of the ring, and slammed it hard, thinking that he was using brute force to pull the opponent under the ring.

Of course, the idea was good, but unfortunately he suddenly felt that the spider silk was loose, Yan Xiangluan was shocked, his body was still rolling, and he still couldn't use his strength, he spun himself out of the ring.

The ring was two feet high, Yan Xiangluan fell rapidly, and suddenly a red silk stretched out and rolled it into the ring.

Everyone looked at it, and it was actually Yan Xi, one of the referees in the ring.

Dugu Jialuo stopped and looked at Li Yuanlang, the commander on the stage, and neutralized the two referees.

Yan Xiangluan fell back into the ring, saw that he was not far from his opponent, gritted his teeth, and hit his head with the momentum.

"Stop," Li Yuanlang shouted.

Dugu Jialuo dodged the figure of the Luoying swordsman on one side, and left a few steps away to look at it coldly.

"It's not over yet, continue the competition," Yan Xi also exclaimed.

There was an uproar in the ring.

Li Yuanlang's face turned red with anger, and the people of the Changying Club immediately shouted shamelessly.

Yan Xiangluan didn't care about it, and continued to crash into Dugu Jialuo sideways, but unfortunately the spider silk on his body was entangled, his legs were inconvenient, and he fell into the ring halfway.

"This battle is a draw, and we will fight again on another day" Yan Xi announced again.

"Dugu Jialuo wins this battle," Li Yuanlang also shouted.

"Say this is a draw," Yan Xi glared at Li Yuanlang angrily and shouted, looking like a female tiger.

Li Yuanlang took a step back but steadied his footsteps, shouting, "Yan Xiangluan has fallen out of the ring, and Dugu Jialuo will win this battle."

"Shameless, shameless" There were drum noises one after another below, mixed with a few shameless voices of the people of the Sword God Mansion, but they did not form a momentum.

"A certain said that this battle is a draw," Yan Xi on the stage pulled out his sword.

"Dugu Jialuosheng" Li Yuanlang was pointed at by the sword, his face was pale but he still shouted.

A group of Jin Wuwei's people poured out of the audience, separated between Li Yuanlang and Yan Xi.

"You wait, stop" Another voice sounded on the stage, and everyone saw an old man on the edge of the ring get up, slowly came to the center of the stage, looked at Yan Xiangluan, and counted "one, two. . . ”

Yan Xiangluan's face turned red and he wanted to stand up, but he was powerless in the old man's unhurried counting.

The old man quickly counted to ten, and then came to the center of the stage and announced "Dugu Jialuo wins"

"Who are you? This is a draw," Yan Xi shouted as he was surrounded by Jin Wuwei's people.

"A certain is also a referee, and a certain and the Tai Ling agree that Dugu Jialuo wins" The old man smiled, and the furrows on his face were like air-dried orange peels.

"What you said doesn't count, if you say it's a draw, it's a draw," Yan Xi shouted.

"Why?" The old man looked back and asked.

"Because so-and-so is a person from the Sword God Mansion," Yan Xi proudly declared.

"You are from the Sword God Mansion? Can you open your eyes and speak nonsense, confuse black and white, and falsify results? The old man was disdainful.

"A certain is a draw, Dugu Jialuo cheats, Yan Xiangluan still has the strength to fight," Yan Xi defended.

"You'd better save some face for Yang Xiu, if so, a woman like you would have been kicked out of the Sword God Mansion a long time ago," the old man snorted.

"Who are you? You, this old beggar slave, actually dare to insult the Sword God Mansion," Yan Xi's face turned red.

"Yang Xiu doesn't dare to be presumptuous in front of someone, this woman is really shameless," the old man pointed to the shameless shouts from the audience and said, even those gamblers who bet on Yan Xiangluan were embarrassed to be silent at the moment.

"You actually scolded a certain shameless?" Yan Xi jumped over, crossed Jin Wuwei's encirclement, and stabbed at the old man who was disrupting the situation.

"Stop" Dugu Jialuo leaned sideways in front of the old man.

The Lingxi Twin Swords are one of the top ten famous swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, this sword is naturally extraordinary, Dugu Jialuo gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, and did not dodge the incoming sword.

The sound of the sword hissing through the air was getting closer and closer, and Dugu Jialuo was tense, and was secretly sighing that my life was resting, but when he heard a buzzing sound, he opened his eyes and saw that the sword of the attacking Yan Rhino was sandwiched three inches in front of him by two fingers.

In the past, there was a beautiful woman Gongsun, and a sword dance moved in all directions.

The spectators are depressed like mountains, and the heavens and the earth are low for a long time.

(End of chapter)