What do you mean?

Su Qing, who was originally talking, was stunned.

Then she was surprised to find that the originally tumultuous hall was actually quiet the moment the girl spoke.

Everyone didn't expect Zhu Luan to suddenly speak.

I was speechless for a moment.

This slender girl standing on the flat ground spoke with a strange atmosphere.

There is nothing to say.

"What do you mean?" Su Qing was ashamed of her momentary loss of consciousness and quickly spoke.

She looked around the hall and felt that her voice had regained its sleptness.

Looking at the girl standing at a low place, Su Qing felt that the idea just now must be an illusion.

"What identity?" Su Qing chuckled lightly and lengthened her voice, "Could it be that you want me to lower the realm to Huayuan?" ”

"If I can give you the courage to draw your sword," the woman shook her head, looking a little helpless, "it's not ......

"Not about that."

The girl interrupted her calmly, quietly raised her head, and looked at the high platform.

"Do you mean that you are the daughter of the Sword Pavilion or the identity of the disciple of the Sword Pavilion," Zhu Luan said lightly, "Initiate this challenge." ”

There was silence in the main hall.

Originally, after Su Qing spoke, Da Zhou Juzi was quiet.

For some reason, the eyes that were originally gathered on Su Qing involuntarily fell on the girl.

Probably because of ......

She looked too nonchalant.

Why......

Su Qing, who was standing on the high platform, stared condescendingly at the girl who finally raised her head.

Like gazing at a creeping ant on the ground.

It's useless to pretend to be calm, what Huizhou Xie Yuan, don't you always have to look up at your ......

Own......

Su Qing was stunned.

Because, the girl who raised her head didn't look at her.

Su Qing quickly looked sideways and looked at her father with a slightly moving expression in amazement.

This woman ...... Dare......

The people on the high platform, except for Su Qing, were also a little surprised.

A dark light flashed in the eyes of the Xiliang Sword Saint.

Under the high stage, Song Huaizhu's eyes changed.

The girl, the one who watched from beginning to end.

There is only one Xiliang Sword Saint.

"What the hell do you mean?" Su Qing quickly turned her head, and the aura on her body increased.

"How is the daughter of the Sword Master? What about the disciples of the Sword Pavilion? A sinister anger rose between her eyebrows, "Could it be that I'm not qualified to challenge you yet?" ”

There was another commotion in the main hall.

But the girl standing at the table turned a deaf ear and just stared at the old man on the high platform.

"I refuse the former." Zhu Luan said lightly.

"You ......" Su Qing's eyes widened in astonishment, but before she could speak, Zhu Luan withdrew her gaze and spoke quietly.

"But if you're a disciple of the Sword Pavilion and you mention 'sword fighting' to me," Zhu Luan said.

"That's not possible."

The girl's voice was as calm as water.

However, the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion under the high platform instantly changed color.

Not far away, Mo Han, who was silently watching all this, got up.

"Why do you know about sword fighting?"

Sword fighting?

Da Zhou's son is unknown.

"Huh?" Zhu Luan looked at him strangely.

"What? Is that tradition no longer there? ”

Mo Han stared at the slender girl of Da Zhou, whom she didn't know not far away, and was speechless.

Naturally, there is.

The embodiment of Kenkaku Kendo.

Draw your sword to see the one-on-one battle of life and death, sword fighting.

In the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, this is a very ancient tradition, and the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion rarely initiate such a struggle today.

Because sword fighting is not about winning or losing.

The fight is life and death.

Regardless of life or death, regardless of identity, everything is pinned on the blade in your hand.

Produced from the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, a battle between pure swordsmen.

It was also one of the reasons why Xiliang Sword Pavilion was called a group of crazy people in the cultivation world back then.

But over the years, the young disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion have rarely started sword fights among themselves.

Because once the sword fight begins, no one side can stop falling.

For ordinary disciples, it was too terrifying.

The new disciples are a little unfamiliar with this word.

However, Su Qing was not a new disciple.

She naturally knew what it meant to fight a sword.

The cynicism she had prepared was gagged.

"Sword fighting?"

Empress Sima, who had no reaction to Su Qing's cynicism just now, opened Chrysostom at this time.

"What nonsense are you talking about, woman?" The ceremonial officer, who was standing still, reacted and scolded loudly.

"Sword fighting turned out to be nonsense?" Zhu Luan laughed, looked at the old man on the high platform, and repeated word by word.

"Nonsense?"

"Definitely." A deep voice rang out from the high platform.

The ceremonial officer's mouth gaped in mid-air, and he turned his head stiffly.

The other lifters in the main hall also looked at the old man on the high platform who had been silent as a mountain in surprise.

This was the first time that the Xiliang Sword Saint had spoken.

"Sword fighting is left by the family teacher, the tradition of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion."

The old swordsman with white hair said quietly.

The old man's deep eyes reflected the figure of the strange girl, and he couldn't see the emotion.

Left behind by the master of the Juggernaut?

Everyone was shocked when they heard this.

The ceremonial officer who had just scolded loudly was even more cold sweating.

"Father?" Su Qing looked back in disbelief.

The old man looked at his daughter with a stunned face, his eyes shining slightly.

"The disciples of the Sword Pavilion beside you, whether or not to accept sword fighting, you decide for yourself."

Su Qing turned her head stiffly, looked at the girl standing against her, and grinned a dignified smile at the corner of her mouth.

"So, Huizhou Xie Yuan is willing to learn?"

"What's the point of sparring?" Zhu Luan chuckled, "If you want to come, you can come and fight swords." ”

Su Qing stiffened in place.

This woman, she must be tempting.

She must have thought she didn't dare to say that on purpose!

What is the matter of seeing life and death, as a person who has ascended to the extreme, and crushing her in a fraction of a second!

"Since that's the case, let's ......" Su Qing squirmed her lips and was about to speak.

Her back ached suddenly.

It was the wound she had left when she fell from a cliff last year, and her mother had used the most expensive scar removal medicine to remove the large scar.

The pain at that time turned into hatred for the girl in front of him.

Su Qing clenched the hilt of the sword at her waist.

She almost forgot that this woman was scheming and used to going from side to side.

What is the sword fight, I just want to plot against her from time to time.

The son of a daughter can't sit down, his identity is precious, why should he be provoked by her?

Looking at Su Qing, who didn't answer for a long time, Zhu Luan squinted his eyes.

"Don't want to?" Zhu Luan smiled, "It's really boring." ”

She turned, ready to walk back to her seat.

However, the next moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air behind her!

What the?

Everyone only felt that a flash flashed in front of their eyes, and a white figure suddenly floated down from the high platform!

At the moment when Zhu Luan turned around, Su Qing looked at Song Huaizhu, who was looking up at her, and a sinister aura rose in her eyes, and she suddenly drew her sword and attacked.

The long sword is like a spiritual snake, and it goes straight to Zhu Luan's heart!

Sanduan Nishiki!

At the table of Xiliang Sword Pavilion, Mo Han's pupils suddenly shrank.

The junior sister actually made a move, and it was one of the thirteen secret swords of the Sword Pavilion, Sanduanjin!

It's so unscrupulous!

Mo Han grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, but a crisp sound interrupted his movements.

Scabbard......

The slender girl seemed to have eyes behind her, and she actually picked up the scabbard worn behind the side to catch Su Qing's sword!

How......

And yet the next moment.

Bang.

The air in the hall froze.

The sound of the whole world seems to disappear.

Mo Han, Su Qing, everyone.

Staring at the sword that fell to the ground.

The long sword that was originally held tightly in Su Qing's hand.

The girl.

knocked out the sword in Su Qing's hand.

Knocked out his own sword.

Su Qing looked at the unbelievable everything in front of her in a daze.

"Sanduan Jin," Zhu Luan inserted the scabbard back into his waist and glanced back at her.

Speak softly.

"If you haven't practiced kung fu at home, don't take it out and use it, didn't your master teach you?"

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