The light and shadow dissipated, and a beautiful and elegant figure on the sword slowly fell.

Looking at this figure, some disciples on the cliff side were a little shocked.

This is the appearance of the ambassador of Jun Tiandian?

The figure came from the ambassador.

Huanxi.

The holy light dissipated, and Zhao Shu's face was no longer as pale as before.

The doctor on the side was incredulous and didn't know what to say, so he had to praise it in his heart.

Although Zhao Shu's wound had been bandaged to stop the bleeding, the wound was very deep, and if it weren't for this holy light that came down from the sky, it was very likely that the greatest risk and consequences would occur.

This is the art of rejuvenation of all things.

Huanxi walked up to Zhao Shu, motioned for her not to move, and then gently stroked the top of her head with the palm of his left hand.

Fuding means inheriting the teacher.

Looking at the figure in front of him, Zhao Shu's expression was finally no longer indifferent, but a little moved, and his eyes gradually moistened.

Huansha looked at her and said softly, "How can a girl's family fight so hard?"

Zhao Shu said: "The path of cultivation is difficult, even those senior brothers and sisters with good qualifications work hard all the time, how dare the disciples slacken?"

Huanxi sighed lightly: "You really don't know how to be good with a character like you. ”

At this time, the old man held a bun in his hand and asked with a smile: "My daughter's family rarely has a strong personality, and she cultivates the Lonely Mountain Bright Sword, which is really good, you seem to like her very much?"

Huanxi looked at Yi Wangsun and smiled: "I just feel a little similar to the past." ”

Yi Wang Sun remembered some things in the past, and said with a smile: "Time flies, and the stubborn girl many years ago has grown up now." ”

Huanxi said, "Your appetite is still very good. ”

Yi Wangsun looked at the bun in his hand and said, "When I was young, I had three catties of beef and two bottles of soju, but now I am old." ”

Huanxi looked upward, the layer of light like a blue night dome.

"Do you have to wait for the last two matches?"

Yi Wangsun sighed: "It is also a very interesting thing to watch the competition between these young people. ”

Huanxi nodded lightly, and finally didn't say anything more.

......

When Yourong Sword turned into a sword light and flew back to the glossy surface, King Sun announced that the competition would continue.

At this time, there are still four people who have not competed.

Among them were Zhang Zeji, Ma San, and two other disciples.

One is called Zhu Ziheng, a disciple from Lingyun Palace.

The other is a disciple of the Vermilion Bird Hall named Lian Zhong.

Zhang Ze had already looked at the two figures on the field and said, "I hope that the next battle will not run into him." ”

Ma San said: "Zhu Ziheng?"

"Yes. Zhang Ze had already touched his head and said, "After all, there is some trouble between the disciples of the same hall. ”

After a long time, the two re-entered the field.

Yi Wangsun looked at the four of them and said with a smile: "Do you want to eat steamed buns?"

Zhang Ze and Ma San said in unison: "Please give me one." ”

......

Zhang Ze had already looked at the half of the bun in his hand, regretting that there was no chili oil.

Yi Wang Sun said: "In the next battle, there are people who voluntarily enter and step forward. ”

Ma San and Lian Zhong took a step forward at the same time.

Yi Wangsun nodded and said, "Then the competition begins." ”

The two entered the chessboard on the field, and the competition officially began.

Passionate teenager, blazing sword.

Lian Zhong's face did not hide his excitement and excitement at all.

Ma San was still a little flat, but his expression became serious.

Ordinary teenager, ordinary sword.

Sword with sword.

The next moment, it moved.

From the very beginning, Lian Zhong's sword turned into an attack like a meteor in the sky, and attacked Ma San.

The sword is unsheathed, in the hand.

Ma San's sword.

In obvious contrast to Lian Zhong's brilliant sword momentum, Ma San's sword was very plain from the beginning.

Yes, any trick is superfluous and cumbersome, and it looks simple and clear, thus appearing ordinary.

Sword with sword.

Meteors, sparks.

The air moved faster.

Lin is moving.

The sword shadows in front of the forest overlap and float.

The boy's sword is very sharp.

The clothes are wrapped with sword intent.

At the edge of the chessboard, fish leap over the lake below the waterfall to watch the battle.

Birds fly, beasts come.

The sound of iron objects colliding.

The wind blows the forest.

Two figures jumped.

Lian Zhong stopped his sword, his expression becoming more and more excited.

"I washed the sword at the age of five, practiced the sword at the age of six, and entered the inner gate at the age of eleven to practice in the five halls. ”

Ma San spoke: "Isn't there not the slightest connection between swords and swords? ”

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