The scene was not quiet, many people were still in the afterglow of borrowing the sword just now, and many nobles in the box were still complacent that no one was willing to lend the sword to this shameless woman, and the high platform was full of noisy discussions, and it was not until Duan Lizheng raised his sword that everyone was shocked to realize that this high-profile duel had actually begun.

The two people who got the sword did not talk, there was no foreshadowing, there was no coercion, and there was no storm.

The two of them just raised their swords at the same time, pulled a sword flower, and made a gesture of starting their hands.

The battle between this man and woman, who are very close to each other, actually started directly in such a prosaic way.

Seeing Duan Lizheng raise his sword, all the cultivators in the box on the side of the high platform were in high spirits, and even more mobilized the true yuan of their whole bodies in advance to prevent being injured by Duan Lizheng's coercion and sword chanting.

And yet nothing happened.

The coercion on Duan Lizheng's body that belonged to the Ascending Extreme Realm did not disappear, but he couldn't feel the aura of True Yuan mobilization at all.

The people around him frowned.

"Second son...... Is this really going to be merciful? ”

Ordinary gamblers who were not cultivators could also feel the difference in the atmosphere between the two, and these people also opened their mouths to question.

However, just as people were looking at the stage in disappointment, a child's timid voice suddenly interjected.

"No...... Not only the second son, but Miss Zhu Jiu didn't move the real yuan......"

Although his words were a little stammering, it could be heard that he had tried to raise his voice, and when everyone heard this, they turned their attention to the woman opposite Duan Lizheng.

Then the cultivators were surprised to find that there was indeed no trace of the True Yuan surging on Zhu Luan's body.

"These two people, do you want to act?" In the Tianzi Pavilion, Hong Shan looked at Nian Huazang and asked with a frown.

"Didn't you just listen carefully to what these two were saying?" Nian Huazang glanced at him with disgust, and said lightly, "The woman proposed to Li Zheng that it was only a move, and that it was not true yuan, and then Li Zheng agreed." ”

"Sure enough, it's going to be a trick," Hong Shan stroked his palm, "I said how to compare, it turns out that this is going to be compared like this, this woman will find herself a step down." ”

"In this way, our Second Prince Duan's subordinates will be merciful, and it won't look so obvious." Nian Huazang snorted and said sarcastically.

Exercise restraint? Duan Lizheng? Princess Jinyang on the side quietly glanced at the men who were talking and shook her head secretly.

If you don't move the true yuan, it's just a move, and it's not the young man who wants to be merciful, but your own imperial sister.

Princess Jinyang's brows also furrowed.

In such a real sword competition, it is necessary not only to try out the depth of Duan Lizheng, but also to ensure that he will not kill him, and also to be careful not to reveal his realm and exercises too much, which has extremely high requirements for the selection and control of moves. Sister Huang's suggestion is tantamount to digging a pit for herself.

On the high platform, Duan Lizheng didn't know that the woman in front of him had so many things to consider, but looking at the rusty iron sword in the girl's hand, he felt a little dazzling.

He knew that even if not many people dared to lend her the sword on the spot because the opponent was himself, he knew that she had a close relationship with Princess Jinyang, and Princess Jinyang should be happy to lend her the Naked Sword.

He deliberately chose an ordinary sword, just because he didn't want to take advantage of her in this kind of thing. Who would have thought that this woman would take an even more tattered sword?

Did she mean to make him feel uneasy?

Duan Lizheng made a starting gesture, and then looked at the girl holding the sword in front of him with a complicated expression.

However, then his face changed slightly

Although Zhu Luan was just casually holding the sword and pointing at the ground, in his eyes, the tip of the stupid and tattered sword actually trembled slightly, and there was a faint change, and this change was a little strange in Duan Lizheng's eyes.

Zhu Luan lowered his head slightly, his eyes were quiet and crystalline, and there was nothing in his eyes except the sword in his hand and the change of sword intent at the tip of the sword.

Seeing Zhu Luan's sword, Duan Lizheng's eyes also became serious.

He couldn't tell the sword momentum of her starting hand, which sword technique it was.

And this ever-changing sword momentum faintly revealed signs of restraining the sword technique of the Tiance Academy, which was calm and atmospheric with the sword wind.

When Zhu Luan abolished Sima Hao with one punch, he could see that the path of this woman's martial arts was a little strange.

It is said to be the martial arts of the Tiance Academy, but it seems that there is something wrong with it.

After all, Duan Lizheng has always firmly believed that there is no such thing as a complete restraint of the martial arts of Tiance Academy. Even the swordsmanship of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, which was the worst and most antagonistic to the swordsmanship of Tiance Academy, could not completely restrain Tiance Academy.

After all, if you want to refrain from a practice, you must fully understand it.

And having completely learned this world-famous exercise and thinking about restraining it is not something that a normal practitioner would do.

The arrow shot by the girl in the British mansion, the punch he made when Sima Hao was abolished, he had only seen this, and it was really difficult to find out her details.

Who the hell is she? Who is her master?

Duan Lizheng looked at the gesture of the girl in front of him, and felt that even if he had said so many words and knew so many things, he still didn't know anything about her.

Duan Lizheng looked at the woman who looked eternally quiet ten steps away.

He didn't even know.

There are such unpredictable people in the world.

Then let me dig more and know everything about you.

The gentle smile on the corner of Duan Lizheng's mouth disappeared, and he raised the long sword in his hand with an indifferent expression, which was across his chest.

His heart was as calm as ice, and there was no slender and weak woman in his eyes, nor his fiancée who had been tied to him for a long time, but only one opponent.

There was no fluctuation of True Yuan and Sword Qi between the two. This made those who watched this scene both disappointed and somewhat relieved.

"Come on." Duan Lizheng looked deeply at the girl opposite. Then the next second, his sword moved.

As if he had a complete insight into his movements, while moving with his sword, no, maybe a little faster, Zhu Luan's footsteps had already moved, and the iron sword in his hand stabbed towards Duan Lizheng who was ten steps away without hesitation!

Duan Lizheng's footsteps did not move, he looked at the woman who stabbed him expressionlessly, until the jet-black iron sword was in front of him, the smell of rust penetrated into his nose, and the surrounding crowd exclaimed, Duan Ergongzi suddenly raised his wrist as if he had just woken up from a dream, and the long sword rose into the air.

The sword in Zhu Luan's hand broke through the air, bringing a screaming wind, which seemed unstoppable, but in fact, Zhu Luan Zhenyuan did not move, this style of sword move has its form, and there is no god, and it is separated by a distance of ten steps, so naturally it cannot hurt Duan Lizheng.

But the two are comparing moves, and the opponent's sword is already in front of him, so he has to take the move.

With such a straight sword, Duan Lizheng could bounce away as long as he blocked it at will, but he knew that he couldn't do it.

With a "ding" sound, the two swords struck each other, and the sound was cold and sharp, with the edge of steel and iron.

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