The two were-for-tat, and their words were prickly, but it was obvious that Jiang was still old and spicy, and Yao Bingyu, who was ignorant of the world, was not Yan Ruyu's enemy at all.

At this moment, the referee in the ring said in a deep voice: "Quiet, the five people below are equal in strength, and it is difficult to distinguish between strong and weak, so they will draw lots." The stick holder in his hand shook inside, cramped and uneasy, and with one finger, a strong wind blew towards Ning Que, and Ning Que took the sign. Ning Que saw that it was an empty lot, and then another lot fell into Xu Liangfang's hands.

"No. 1 signed on stage. ”

There was an uproar, the audience cheered, it turned out to be Zhang Piaoran against Xu Liangfang, it was obvious that many members who joined the Yinglei Club were constantly cheering for Zhang Piaoran, as for Xu Liangfang, he was cheerful, full of sunshine, and dignified.

The two sides stood on the stage, and as soon as the thunder hand came out, it turned out to be a half-foot-long thunder blade, Zhang Piaoran's side, it was much lighter and smarter, exuding a warm and elegant wind, the blue robe was like a big banner hunting, and a blue bloom gathered on the long sword. Both of them are gifted people, single attributes, every collision, the air will produce blue ripples, mixed with a vibrating purple arc light.

Evenly matched, after a long battle, Xu Liangfang was a little impatient, two short knives appeared in his hand, purple light all over his body, with strange lines engraved on it, and his figure shot out, straight as a line, the move was fierce, the style was surprising, the blade cut through the blue bloom, leaving blood-colored traces on Zhang Piaoran's body, and after more than a dozen moves, Zhang Piaoran ejected it, a little embarrassed, and there were countless blood-colored knife marks on his body.

Everyone in the Yinglei Society below held their breath and didn't dare to make a sound, for fear of disturbing Zhang Piaoran's nerves and causing failure, and their eyes were full of worry.

"Brother Xu, your hand is not bad, and your sword skills are also unexpected, but I don't know if you can take my sword like a dream?" Zhang Piaoran laughed, the long sword in his hand hit the ground with a pestle, it was half a short, it was extremely weird, the other hand behind his back stretched out, tilted down, and a short knife slipped out of the cuffs, and with a flick, the short knife was enlarged a lot, flush with the long sword, it looked a little funny, a knife and a sword, very few people do this.

The use of swords is completely different, with a much more different focus, slashing and stabbing with swords.

The knife is brave and fast, imposing, strong and powerful, mainly chopping and slashing. Chop - the blade is downward, and the focus is on the front of the knife. Chop - The blade of the knife is obliquely downward, and the focus is on the back of the knife. In addition, there are also knife techniques of hanging, cutting, teasing, and chopping. The sword is light, agile, chic, elegant, and flexible. The sword is bladed on both sides, and the length is based on the posture of the sword in the backhand with a straight arm, and the tip of the sword must not be lower than the top of one's ear. Swordsmanship is mainly stabbing, as well as splitting, hanging, teasing, picking, pointing, etc.

But he uses both swords and swords, and his heart is divided into two uses, if he is an ordinary person, it is difficult to get into the hall of elegance, and no one will go to such a stupid thing, after all, it will seem nondescript, and it will be difficult to become a climate, but this person is unexpected, if he does not have absolute confidence in himself, I am afraid he will not be able to do such an extraordinary thing

things.

Xu Liangfang's face showed excitement, full of pride, and laughed: "A good sword is like a dream, just with your hand, I might as well be, but I just don't know if your sword merger has been practiced to the realm of transformation?"

Bang, the thunder and water are intertwined again, Zhang Piaoran makes a knife with his left hand, makes a sword with his right hand, and his left arm is very powerful.

On the contrary, Xu Liangfang was blindly unstoppable, Mount Tai pressed the top, but was stopped by Zhang Piaoran's knife, the swordsmanship was like the wind, continuous, leaving a sword shadow in the air, the blue bloom in the air lasted for a long time, like a formation of troops, the bloom filled the surroundings.

Xu Liangfang took a breath for a while, and the momentum of his whole body reached the extreme, and the purple lines on it suddenly bloomed like purple Roland, and a purple light and shadow more than ten zhang long spread from the blade, falling down violently, as if splitting Huashan, and countless purple arcs of light were intertwined into a net.

The crowd was boiling, and they all took a few steps back, and burst out one after another spiritual air currents, resisting the qi waves.

Zhang Piaoran was unswerving, and the water slashed out in mid-air was connected together, extremely weird, like a blue water net of cloth, forming a blue light mask, and the purple knife shadow of more than ten zhang split on the blue light mask, splashing countless water mines, splashing on the ground, bang, bang, a series of explosions, billowing smoke and dust flew up.

After a few breaths, Zhang Piaoran unconsciously detoured behind Xu Liangfang, with a sword and a sword on both sides of his shoulder, his face turned pale. Xu Liangfang said frankly: "I was defeated, Brother Zhang's sword is like a dream, and it is really higher than me." ”

"Where is it, Brother Xu's defeat is too rigid and easy to break, leaving no room for me, I just have a chance to take advantage of it, if you talk about the next time, the outcome is unpredictable. Zhang Piaoran seemed polite, not arrogant or discouraged in victory.

Offstage, the Yinglei Club was triumphant, tilting his head proudly, afraid that the people next to him would not know that he was also a member of the Yinglei Club, and the two of them helped Zhang Piaoran to go down, recovering little by little.

"Mu Fengya to the ghost".

In the high hall, the man in the middle smiled helplessly. The cold woman on one side frowned slightly and said: "Master Mu, your daughter is very stubborn! I have always been against you, and now I have come to participate in this true biography, if I really come out on top, it will be difficult to say." ”

"Where is the Lord of the Yue Palace, your status as a disciple is not low, and it is still unknown who will kill the deer, besides, it is not good to introduce outsiders into the Tai Killing Palace, and you still need to be measured in your future actions. Lord Mu said with a smile.

"What do you mean by this? In such a situation in the Great Jin Dynasty, if the Tai Slaughter Hall refuses to lend a helping hand, I am afraid that the building will collapse, and there will be eggs under the nest? You don't understand this truth, once the danger is broken, it is really foolish to regret everything. The cold eyes of the Yue Hall Lord showed a little anxiety, and he spoke righteously.

On the other side, the deep Lu Hall Lord Lu Hall Lord was cold

smiled, "Seeking skin with the tiger, in the end, the tail is not big, it is better to find a partner, so as not to be annexed, and then there will be no land, and everyone will betray their relatives." ”

"Okay, okay, let's discuss this matter for the time being, are the deacons all together?" The two hall masters of the Dragon and Tiger Hall under the hall responded: "The deacons are back." ”

For a while, the hall suddenly fell silent, and the master of the Mu hall pressed his temples with his thumb, feeling a little big.

Ghost Ling'er's complexion is still a little dark, and her appearance is the same as before, her figure is petite and cute, but her eyes are a little dark, a pair of daggers are closed on her palms, and she jumps into the ring, her eyes are cold, and her face is full of evil.

Mu Fengya is as always, a cold fairy, and the blood-colored flowers blooming on her face add a little arrogance. The shadow in his hand drew a black cold light, and the arcs were like waves crashing on the beach.

The ghost's figure is like electricity, there is no shadow, it seems to be invisible, suddenly left, suddenly right, coincidentally on the back, bending, leaning and other actions, exquisite, one by one black arc into the distance, the crowd is like a flock of frightened birds in the quiet jungle, scattering and fleeing, the mountains are cut into pieces, like fallen leaves returning to the roots. There are also masters who really can't stand it, and grinning gaps appear in front of them, swallowing the black arc into their stomachs, silently extinguishing.

Mu Fengya's face was cold, she slid a few meters away, stabilized her heels, and black clouds surged around her body, and the white long skirt was lined with each other, which seemed extremely incongruous, and the black clouds floated to the shadow, the black light was dazzling, and the black light and shadow fell to the ground, under the scorching sun, the black shadow slowly expanded outward, and the mottled black shadows gathered together after succession.

Ghost Ling'er sensed that something was wrong, the figure jumped high, his footsteps flashed in mid-air, and suddenly galloped down, with a bang, piercing the air, a silver light came in an instant, and the shadow sword was lightly raised, blocking the silver light. However, the ghost has already been close, and it turned out to be a hand-to-hand fight.

For women, hand-to-hand fighting is not pleaseable, although the body flexibility is far stronger than that of men, but the strength is not as good as that of men, not to men, a delicate woman, and the intimate contact with the other person is a lot of loss!

However, as soon as the ghost was close, her body followed her like a shadow, like a black belt, swirling around her body, swish, daggers stabbed from all vital parts, eyes, throat, back of neck, lower body, etc., that speed, there was not even a ghost.

Mu Fengya's complexion changed greatly, the shadow was close to her body, and the black clouds overflowing from her body were connected, forming a black shirt, ding ding, and the black shirt was full of white spots.

With a bag of cigarettes, Mu Fengya was suppressed so much that she couldn't let go at all, and in desperation, she dodged and fell into the big black spots that were connected together, and countless slender black tentacles drilled out of the black spots, climbing in all directions along the body, forcing the ghost to retreat, and her eyes were filled with a thick coldness.

"Phantom Shadow Moon", Mu Fengya can't care so much, after discovering the weirdness of the ghost, she felt a chill in her heart for no reason, and hurriedly sacrificed her big move, dark red

The sword shadow expanded from a little cold light, turning into an extremely domineering sword light, cutting out horizontally.

Ghost Ling'er's complexion did not change at all, the tails of the two daggers were closed, the two ends were like curved hooks, like meteor darts, one hand reached into the hole in the middle of the dagger, and when he turned, the dagger turned into a round silver shield, with a flick of his fingers, he shot out, his hands were clasped together, and he pulled, and a blue bloom surged in his palms. The meteor dart that flew out cut off countless black tentacles that poked out, but due to the slight blocking, Mu Fengya dodged past.

(End of chapter)