With just one glance at the handover, Wu Jinyue's heart sank, Ying Er didn't want to use poison herself, she would rather be beaten herself than be hurt by King Chen, if ......

Wu Jinyue seemed to have seen the disappointment that Gongyi couldn't hide in his clear eyes, and gritted his teeth, relying on swordsmanship alone, I, Wu Jinyue, would not necessarily lose. He fluttered lightly on the eaves of the roof, the corners of his dark clothes dancing in the wind, and his waist-length hair was like ink spread out.

On the other side, Shangguan Yuchen held a sword in one hand and a burden behind his back with the other, standing awe-inspiring in a white shirt, his expression was already full of the aura of a king that made people respect.

Gongyi Wuying really hoped that Brother Chen would win, but if Brother Chen won, the stick would fall on him, his face twitched, forcing himself to change his original intention, Brother Jin must win, and frustrate Brother Chen's arrogance.

She thought about it, and suddenly regretted it, why didn't she ask Brother Chen at that time, if you lose, what should you do?

It turned out that he never thought that Brother Chen would lose, sighed, the fight was decided, and looked at the sky, it was not sunny, and it was not cold.

The fragrance of flowers overflowed in the upper courtyard, and everyone stared quietly.

Gongyi shook his body without a shadow, and the interest in watching dropped to the freezing point.

Suddenly, a few blades were swept into the sky, Wu Jinyue's figure suddenly moved, and in the next moment, the figure had passed through the blades, the cold sword was cold, and the sky was transformed into thousands of streamers, between the virtual and the real, it was as fast as the aurora.

Looking up, the chill is deep but brilliant. The dazzled eyes unconsciously closed their eyes.

Gongyi was amazed without a shadow, it turned out that Brother Jin's swordsmanship was so superb, he had always held a fan in his hand, and today he actually exposed his hidden swordsmanship for himself.

What surprised her even more happened in an instant.

Suddenly, a sharp wind like a piercing bone swept through the shadow of the transformed sword.

Gongyi has no shadow, and his complexion has changed.

Shangguan Yuchen actually directly split the sword light that could not distinguish the real illusion, and his body suddenly fell in front of Wu Jinyue, and then the two of them were in a trance, the two swords were connected, and the broken sword fell from the sky.

Everyone in the upper courtyard looked solemn, but they couldn't hide the surprise in their eyes, this was the highest strength of the prince since the battle.

Gongyi Wuying was dumbfounded, is this a fight? It's clearly a desperate duel, recklessly trying to distinguish the superior, but this strength is really terrifying. In all fairness, it's not necessarily worse than on the battlefield.

It's just that Brother Jin already knows Brother Chen's identity, and Brother Chen knows Brother Jin's intentions, even if the two usually have grievances, they will not burst out at this time.

Gongyi Wuying's eyes did not blink, looking at the two figures in mid-air, one white and one white like entangled ribbons, surrounded by gangqi, and the palm wind was shining. How to separate the two shadows that were quickly entangled, and make yourself at a loss, but fortunately, the two of them lost their weapons and turned into a veritable fight. But this kind of play, I'm afraid it's hard to distinguish between up and down for a while, but don't make a mess. Whoever is injured seems to be afraid.

The cold sweat in the palm of the hand is dry, wet, and especially wet.

The figure in mid-air had long since lost sight of the duel, and Gongyi Wuying wanted to go to see what was going on, but was stopped in the upper courtyard by Brother Chen's secret guards.

Could it be that Brother Chen is still worried that he will take the opportunity to slip away and really go to that Gongyi without a shadow to recover his life?

Gongyi was interested, until the night was thick, the moon hung on the smoky gray sky, and among the thin clouds, there was no half of a star, and there were still no two figures coming. I haven't had a good rest for a few days, and I'm bored, and I feel sleepy.