When Duan Lizheng's left shoulder was stabbed, the figures of the nobles who had been watching in the box finally moved.

And seeing that Duan Lizheng actually had to hit the sword with his body, everyone's faces changed greatly, and then when the sword blade was about to touch the girl's neck, everyone's eyes widened in horror for the tragic scene afterward!

"Second son! Second son! The ladies in the box were so frightened that their faces turned white, and they all lay down by the window and shouted in a trembling voice.

And in the Tianzi Pavilion, there were a few bangs on the door, and I don't know who slammed the door, and Princess Jinyang held the hilt of the sword in her hand, and no longer cared about her identity and climbed out of the window, looking at the two people on the high platform with cracked eyes.

No one thought that the two people on the field would turn from stalemate to confrontation and from confrontation to confrontation in such a short period of time!

What's even more terrifying is that there seems to be something wrong with the rhythm of these two people, and it has evolved into a situation where the more they try to protect each other, the more they will kill themselves.

And these two people are too close, all this happened too fast, they have reached a state of affecting the whole body, and what is even more terrifying is that the sword intent of these two people is very similar, that kind of desperate sharpness is tightly entangled, which means that it is difficult to separate these two people, and the surrounding cultivators dare not and cannot insert into the rhythm of these two people no matter how high the realm is.

Originally, the old god was watching all this, and the nobles finally realized what had happened in this ordinary martial arts arena.

It's just a move that doesn't even move the real yuan, isn't it actually about separating the winner from the loser, but about life and death?

The nobles in the box finally couldn't sit still, the two martial arts academy teachers of Ziyang Academy broke out of the window and swept towards the high platform, and the family worshippers in the other boxes also sprung up from under the window like mushrooms after a rain, and the wind in the Dusk Cloud Building was surging for a while.

At this time, there was no distinction between the academy families, and everyone rushed to the high platform in a hurry, just to pull the pair of men and women who were facing each other apart.

However, it was already too late.

Duan Lizheng and Zhu Luan's swords were too fast, and everyone watched as the two of them got closer and closer on the high platform, the swords in their hands were bright and dark, but they exuded the same cold edge, cutting into each other's vital points.

Duan Lizheng couldn't control the sword in his hand, and he didn't have time to mobilize the True Yuan, and in this extremely short period of time, he didn't even know what he was thinking.

He felt her sword sink into his flesh, and then, almost at the same moment, watched as his sword cut through her white skin, slicing into her veins that he had touched.

The sword qi brought up her long hair, and when the long sword in the young man's hand touched her blood, it regained its sword light for some reason, and the bright sword light illuminated her face.

Then in that moment, he saw her smile at him.

Why?

What the hell is this?

Just when Duan Lizheng seemed to have seen a hallucination.

Just when everyone's exclamations were in their throats and about to burst out.

At the moment when Zhu Luan clearly felt the cold blade cutting into the skin around his neck.

Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!

A sharp sword roar sounded on the high platform, and suddenly there seemed to be a strong push out of thin air, and the surging true qi rushed to the sky, and the two sword blades that were originally unstoppable shook at the same time, Duan Lizheng and Zhu Luan felt numb at the same time, the sword came out of his hand, and bounced away in reverse, and the original clash of figures staggered.

Under the huge coercion, Zhu Luan, who did not move, only felt a burst of force all over his body, rushed out a few steps under the action of inertia, and suddenly slipped his footsteps, the pair was obviously used in the wrong place, and the embroidered shoes used by the lady of the family were finally overwhelmed and trampled off, Zhu Luan suddenly lost his balance and was about to slide to the ground.

However, there was a burst of exclamation around again, and the cold light flashed, and the place where Zhu Luan was about to fall actually appeared out of thin air with the long sword that Duan Lizheng had just taken out of his hand!

Life and death have just passed by this woman in a line, and they are like a shadow!

Duan Lizheng had just turned around at this time, and there was still an iron sword dripping blood on his shoulder, seeing this scene, his expression changed drastically, the iron sword on his shoulder blocked the flow of his meridians, and he couldn't mobilize the true yuan for a while!

He mobilized his footsteps and rushed in the direction of Zhu Luan, stretched out his right hand, and wanted to grab the woman's arm, but found that he couldn't catch up no matter what!

In the exclamation of everyone, Zhu Luan felt her fall, she looked at the long sword on the ground calmly, the long sword was actually standing on the high platform, the blade of one side pierced into the wooden ground of the high platform, and the sharp blade of the other side was facing upward, emitting a dazzling cold light, like a guillotine decapitation platform carefully designed for her.

There was a smell of rust from his nose, both steel and blood.

The blade glittered with cold light, as if longing for her blood, longing to see her reaction.

And the person who made this sword appear here should be watching from the sidelines.

Zhu Luan closed his eyes.

There is no way, can only hard-wired?

With the exclamations of everyone in his ears and the sound of the wind whistling by, Zhu Luan felt that he had fallen, waiting for the arrival of the blade in the next second.

However, the imaginary blade did not come as expected.

The fishy smell of rust at the tip of the nose is gone, replaced by a smell like green bamboo after rain, which is very fresh and smells good.

At the same time, there is no feeling of falling, but instead there is a sense of emptiness, and there is a warmth and softness that belongs to the human body.

However, Zhu Luan stiffened all over.

As she was about to hit the blade on the ground, she was taken into her arms.

The exclamation of the crowd was heard in my ears again, but this exclamation was different from the previous exclamation of fear, there was relief, curiosity, and interest in this exclamation.

It was even mixed with the surprised whistles of the teenagers.

And the initiators of this commotion are unaware.

The long tassel of the jade jue on the man's waist and the girl's black hair crossed a circle in the air together, and his hand firmly held the girl's leg and back, hovering in the air and landing gently.

Zhu Luan raised his head from the embrace that was reminiscent of the green bamboo after the rain and looked at the white jade mask on the man's face.

The mask still glowed warmly, and Song Huaizhu lowered her head, her misty eyes locked on her.

"I've never seen a stupid man like you," his thin ice-like voice was still pleasant, but the content of his words was not so beautiful, "he won't die if he is cut to his left arm, but can you still live if you are cut to the neck?" ”

His voice was cold and calm, but the question inside was self-evident.

"This ......" Zhu Luan smiled bitterly, and just wanted to speak, when suddenly there were exclamations from everyone and women next to him again.

The strong smell of blood came, Zhu Luan looked intently, and saw that not far away, Duan Lizheng pulled out the iron sword inserted in his left shoulder.

"You, are you alright?" Zhu Luan asked.

Duan Lizheng didn't answer, took two steps forward, and raised his head to look at her.

Then he raised the iron sword in his hand.

Pointing to Song Huaizhu.

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