Xiliang Sword Pavilion vs. Xiliang Sword Pavilion?

Inside battles?

When the two names appeared, everyone was stunned for a moment, and then the crowd on the periphery suddenly boiled.

"Has the examiner for the draw changed?"

At this time, in the middle of the distant observation deck, Duan Haochu suddenly spoke.

"Of course," Du Hao said quietly, not feeling the breath next door, and said lightly, "This is a long-standing convention. ”

The examiners who are drawn every day, and even the examiners who are drawn in each round of lots, have to be changed.

It's the rule set by that person.

So everything can be assured when it comes to the draw.

Zhu Luan's eyes were slightly gloomy.

So everything is providential.

No matter what the people around them thought, the pair of senior brothers and sisters walked out calmly, leaving Su Qing's gloating look behind, walking out together, and then parting.

Walk up to the stage from different directions, and then,

Reunion.

The crowd that was originally talking about it couldn't help but quiet down when they saw Mo Han and Ruan Qing standing face to face with the hilt of their swords in their hands.

Curiosity welled up in people's eyes.

This is the first time that such an internal battle has appeared

How is this going to be fought? How does the Xiliang Sword Pavilion decide? Don't......

"I'm afraid I'm going to abandon the car to protect the handsome......"

"This Ruan Qing can't be Mo Han's opponent......"

Yes, in the eyes of the Great Zhou cultivators, Mo Han's strength is obvious to all.

Senior Brother of the Sword Pavilion is truly worthy of his name.

Because Mo Han is now the youngest person on the continent to ascend to the pinnacle.

Except for Zenzi of Fanyin Temple.

However, Zen is so difficult to see that many practitioners wonder if this person exists.

And Tiance Academy once predicted that its own Duan Lizheng would break this record, but now that Duan Lizheng has not yet ascended, except for the Zen son of Fanyin Temple who has seen the beginning and the end of the dragon, Mo Han is the young man with the highest realm.

Whether it is the time, realm, or influence of the Sword Pavilion, Mo Han is far beyond Ruan Qing's.

In the eyes of everyone, it was said that Xiliang's own sword fighting conference did not determine the winner in the end, but in fact, everyone knew that there could be a winner.

Mo Han has won three times in a row, and who else can win him.

It doesn't say that the winner is just a hand left by the Xiliang Sword Pavilion just in case.

However, although the result of this brother-sister battle is already known, after being surprised, people are still looking forward to it.

The reaction of the Great Zhou Juzi, who was beaten by Ruan Qing and Mo Han before, was even more enthusiastic.

Ruan Qing and Mo Han's powerful women and children are well known, and these two biggest enemies of Da Zhou Juzi collided together, is there a better arrangement than this?

Even the other rational onlookers were a little excited.

"It's finally the turn of the Sword Pavilion to deal with your own family, this is fair!"

Even Nian Huazang, who was originally a little depressed, lit up his eyes, and he was a little excited for a while, and he even forgot his plain and reserved image.

You must know that although Mo Han is strong, Ruan Qing's momentum in the past two days is obvious to everyone, although he doesn't want to admit it, but he is the only senior sister who can fight with the senior brother of the Sword Pavilion at this time.

If it were normal, everyone would still be worried that Ruan Qing would give up the battle under the pressure of Mo Han's strength, but looking at Ruan Qing's appearance, it didn't look like he would give up, and Mo Han, as the most powerful contender for Huiyuan, was even more unlikely to give up.

Then these two will definitely fight.

Then when the time comes, other candidates will naturally be able to sit back and enjoy the benefits of fishermen.

At this time, I really have to thank Ruan Qing for this inexplicable obsession.

On the high platform, Ruan Qing looked at the man who had been staying by his side since he didn't know when, and quietly drew his sword out of its sheath.

She raised her sword and held it at the man in front of her.

Today, it's not in the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

Not at a sword fight.

It's not in Kenshin Pavilion either.

She will never admit defeat, and no one can stop her from moving forward.

Not even an incomparably powerful senior brother.

She was determined to gamble everything she had.

The woman was serious.

Feeling the murderous aura rising from the high platform, all the cultivators looked awe-inspired.

The previous speculation that Xiliang Sword Pavilion would release water in the internal fighting also disappeared.

After all, the battle is the main line of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, they can be unanimous with the outside world, but in the internal fighting of the disciples, they are not at all ruthless, and there is an opportunity to get the sword of Princess Yingluan in front of them, and I am afraid that there will be an extremely fierce ......

Drastic......

"You ......"

Ruan Qing looked at the man in front of him without blinking, and a trace of ripples appeared in his eyes that had been Gu Jing Wubo, and finally turned into anger.

"Why don't you draw your sword?"

Facing the junior sister who pointed at him, Mo Han stood silently in place, his hands drooping.

He didn't hold the hilt of the famous sword at his waist, and he didn't speak.

It was very quiet on the high platform, a cool breeze blew, and the crowd also whispered.

Ruan Qing didn't care about this, just stared at the man who had been together all the time, but hadn't said a few words since he was a child, and took a deep breath.

"Why don't you draw your sword?"

The woman's cold eyebrows furrowed, her eyes closed, and she summoned the salutation.

"Senior brother."

The next moment, the tip of her sword pointed directly at the man's heart, and she spoke again.

"Mo Han."

Mo Han was slightly stunned, looking at the emaciated figure in front of him who seemed to be at the end of the world, as if he saw the figure of the little girl who was practicing swords in the shadows in the deep pavilion.

Then he spoke.

"I'm no match for you."

(Later is the anti-theft chapter, replaced after a quarter of an hour)

Today, it's not in the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

Not at a sword fight.

It's not in Kenshin Pavilion either.

She will never admit defeat, and no one can stop her from moving forward.

Not even an incomparably powerful senior brother.

She was determined to gamble everything she had.

The woman was serious.

Feeling the murderous aura rising from the high platform, all the cultivators looked awe-inspired.

The previous speculation that Xiliang Sword Pavilion would release water in the internal fighting also disappeared.

After all, the battle is the main line of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion, they can be unanimous with the outside world, but in the internal fighting of the disciples, they are not at all ruthless, and there is an opportunity to get the sword of Princess Yingluan in front of them, and I am afraid that there will be an extremely fierce ......

Drastic......

"You ......"

Ruan Qing looked at the man in front of him without blinking, and a trace of ripples appeared in his eyes that had been Gu Jing Wubo, and finally turned into anger.

"Why don't you draw your sword?"

Facing the junior sister who pointed at him, Mo Han stood silently in place, his hands drooping.

He didn't hold the hilt of the famous sword at his waist, and he didn't speak.

It was very quiet on the high platform, a cool breeze blew, and the crowd also whispered.

Ruan Qing didn't care about this, just stared at the man who had been together all the time, but hadn't said a few words since he was a child, and took a deep breath.

"Why don't you draw your sword?"

The woman's cold eyebrows furrowed, her eyes closed, and she summoned the salutation.

"Senior brother."

The next moment, the tip of her sword pointed directly at the man's heart, and she spoke again.

"Mo Han."

Mo Han was slightly stunned, looking at the emaciated figure in front of him who seemed to be at the end of the world, as if he saw the figure of the little girl who was practicing swords in the shadows in the deep pavilion.

Then he spoke.

"I'm no match for you."