Want to use a sword?

What is this going to do?

I was expecting to see the start of the martial arts fight in the next second, but I didn't expect to be suddenly interrupted by this woman's words, and the people around were talking about it, and Zhu Luan's eyes became more and more unkind.

Duan Lizheng put away his posture, although he had never seen this woman wielding a sword, he understood that this woman wanted to use a blade, so it seemed that she was not so reckless, at least she would not want to deal with herself with her bare hands.

That's fine, so that his heart will be better.

Duan Lizheng nodded slightly to Zhu Luan and said, "You please." ”

Zhu Luan heard the words and walked to the side of the stage, but after taking two steps, she turned her head to look at Duan Lizheng, who was standing still and did not move, and smiled at him.

"Maybe I didn't make it clear," Zhu Luan said, "I mean, you have to use a sword too." ”

"What?" Duan Lizheng was stunned, and then said with a smile, "I don't need it, you go get your sword." ”

Zhu Luan shook his head.

"You have to use it too." She said categorically.

Duan Lizheng frowned slightly.

He was a little annoyed.

"Zhu Ying," Duan Lizheng walked up to Zhu Luan and stared into her eyes, "Are you too unfair to me like this?" He said.

"Unfair?" A hint of surprise appeared in Zhu Luan's eyes, "I've seen you use a naked sword, if you want to use real skills, you must use a sword." ”

Duan Lizheng looked at her with complicated eyes, he knew now that this woman didn't think about anything at all, she just wanted to go all out on herself.

"You're right," Duan Lizheng said coldly, "The sword has no eyes, if I use the sword, I will probably kill you." ”

"Isn't that the duel between cultivators," Zhu Luan smiled, "If that's the case, it's also my inability, if I'm not mistaken, you and I are all practicing swordsmanship, and it's better than nature to fight with a real sword." ”

"I do practice swordsmanship," Duan Lizheng said calmly, "so if I show mercy to my subordinates, my sword will be overshadowed." ”

"You said that you won't show mercy," Zhu Luan looked at Duan Lizheng puzzled.

"So, do you think that's fair to me?" Duan Lizheng asked as he stared deeply into the eyes of the woman in front of him.

This is the second time he has said this.

Zhu Luan was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Duan Lizheng's hand.

Zhu Luan suddenly grabbed Duan Lizheng's hand.

"What do you do?" The moment the woman's cold fingers touched her, Duan Lizheng stiffened.

Zhu Luan grabbed Duan Lizheng's palm and pressed the fingers of his right hand to his carotid artery.

Seeing such a scene, the surrounding crowd was in an uproar.

Seeing his fingers on the girl's white and tender neck, Duan Lizheng's body tightened even more.

As long as his fingers moved slightly, he could ask for this woman's life.

Zhu Luan looked at Duan Lizheng's eyes, and then felt the momentary hesitation when the young man's fingers rested on his neck.

She lowered his hand.

"I see, it's really not fair." Zhu Luan said.

The unfairness is that she can do something to him, but he can't kill him.

Because she knew who he was, but he didn't know she wasn't her.

She thought a lot about how to defeat this teenager and how to force him to use all the means on his body, but she didn't expect that this teenager was a little better than she expected.

He didn't have a trace of killing intent towards her, and he couldn't even hurt her consciousness.

If the scruples in his heart can't be lifted, then this duel is unfair.

"I see." Zhu Luan lowered his gaze, was silent for a moment, and then said, "That's it, it's just a move, don't move the true yuan." ”

Duan Lizheng raised his head and smiled with relief, "Okay." He said.

"Actually, it's not fair to you." Zhu Luan looked at the young man in front of him with a complicated expression.

Duan Lizheng thought that she was talking about the true yuan, in terms of the number of true yuan and the degree of majesty, he was naturally far superior to her, and not moving the true yuan was equivalent to making him lose a big advantage.

But he has his pride, his realm is so much higher than hers, if he still has to rely on the true yuan to win, he will also ascend to the extreme realm in vain.

"It's okay, at least you don't have to worry about me killing you every time you attack," the young man smiled, "I don't have to think about whether to show mercy to my subordinates, and I don't have to worry about damage to my Dao heart, it's actually easier for me." ”

yes, it became something she had to think about and worry about.

Zhu Luan looked at the young man in front of him helplessly.

But he's happy.

"You can use a sword now, right?" She asked.

Duan Lizheng nodded, walked to the side of the high platform and said, "Which son borrowed the sword?" ”

At least half of the thousands of cultivators in the hall were wearing swords, and hearing Duan Ergongzi say this, the cultivators all looked proud, agreed in unison, and drew their swords one after another.

Duan Lizheng took a sword from the person closest to him. Most of the swords of the individual guests in the hall were ordinary, but since Duan Lizheng wanted to use them, the other cultivators were embarrassed to offer the swords that were too bad. In short, what Duan Lizheng got in his hand was an ordinary steel sword, but it looked like a new sword, which could be regarded as a cold light.

Zhu Luan knew that although the Naked Sword had been returned to Princess Jinyang, Duan Lizheng, as a senior disciple of Tiance Academy, must have an extremely sharp famous sword, even if he didn't bring it a hundred steps back, there must be someone among the nobles in the upstairs box who was willing to lend him a sharp blade.

After all, he is still unwilling to stand in front of himself with the sharpest posture.

Zhu Luan also walked to the side of the high platform, ready to borrow a sword, but when everyone on the side of the high platform saw her coming, the hand that was originally holding the sword high fell hesitantly, and even returned the drawn sword back to the sheath with a click.

Duan Lizheng's brows furrowed, and he looked up at the Tianzi Pavilion on the fifth floor, while Princess Jinyang upstairs also stood up and held the hilt of the naked sword at her waist.

Even after receiving such a cold reception, Zhu Luan just smiled, carefully searching the crowd, and suddenly her eyes lit up, and in the eyes of countless people hanging down and dodging, she saw a hand holding a sword.

It's just that the position of the lift was a little lower, and he was almost drowned in the crowd, and Zhu Luan leaned down from the high platform to see it.

It was a teenager in white-washed clothes.

The young man looked like he was only in his early tens, holding a dark and dull rusty iron sword in his hand, and his face was a little red when he saw Zhu Luan looking at him.

"Will you lend me this sword?" Zhu Luan asked.

The young man raised his head and looked at Zhu Luan's eyes and nodded, "But this sword is not very good...... "The young man lowered his head and said in a voice like a mosquito.

"How, thank you." Zhu Luan smiled at the young man and took the rusty iron sword.

She took the sword, stood up straight, turned around and walked to the center of the high platform, and looked at Duan Lizheng.

When she held the sword in her hand, her expression suddenly calmed, and all the noise had disappeared.

"Let's get started." She said.

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