The short sword trembled slightly, rippling with cyan ripples, and Wang Yuan's small body collided with the golden giant wheel!

"Heh-ah!" Wang Yuan shouted loudly, and instantly disappeared into the dancing Wu Hook Wheel and Feixue, and the figures of the two were no longer visible. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info After a while, there was a sound of "breaking and breaking" inside, as if the sound of bones breaking inch by inch, and the audience was terrified!

For a while, all kinds of cruising soldiers shot out from the huge ship, and when they encountered trees, they would break the trees, and when they encountered the walls, they carved deep sword marks on the walls, and everyone was afraid of being injured by mistake, so they were so frightened that they hurriedly retreated, and even the two people who hugged Fang Shu let go of him and fled.

Then I heard a loud bang--something popped out of the huge spinning wheel of light--and when I looked closely, it was Wang Yuan, and the kite with a broken string was knocked out several feet away! The old clothes on his body were like pieces of flying flotsam, dancing with the wind.

"Wang Yuan!"

"Brother Yuan!"

Fang Shu Wang Li shouted in unison.

From this point of view, it is undoubtedly Zhao Han who wins?

The speed of the "Cloud Whirling Dance" brought by Zhao Han gradually slowed down, and the frequency of "Hum-Hum-" was suspended, but this sound still echoed in everyone's hearts!

The courtyard where Zhao Han lived was in a mess, like a tornado, with broken bricks and tiles, branches and mud everywhere.

This destructive power is terrifying!

"Whoosh", another thing spun out of the light wheel, crossed a long parabola, and landed beside Wang Yuan.

"It won't be—it won't be—" Fang Shu trembled: Wang Yuan's arm was strangled off and flew out, right?

......

"Senior Brother Nine, the movement over there seems to be a small one. ”

Senior Brother Nine bowed slightly: "You go and take a look--see if Wang Yuan's kid has broken his hands and feet, or has he abolished his cultivation......"

......

The wind and smoke dissipated.

Zhao Han's face was revealed.

"Ding" a long object nailed to Wang Yuan's side, but it was his short sword that he picked up from under the cliff.

The onlookers couldn't believe it and saw that Zhao Han was no better than Wang Yuan in **** arms, his clothes were in disarray, and even a terrible big crack was split in his chest.

What's even more bizarre is that the pair of stainless steel Wu hooks, which he regarded as treasures, were broken inch by inch, and there were only two bare hook handles lying in his hands, which looked very ridiculous.

He stared at his hands, and then at Wang Yuan, who had flown out, who was also staring at him.

"Plop" Zhao Han actually knelt on the ground, his hands were loosened, and the broken hook fell to the ground, his face was full of pain and fear: "Why? Why can't I feel a trace of 'movement' now? Why? How is this possible?"

If there is no courage, it means that you will return to the stage before "smelting the soul and forging the soul" and become an ordinary person.

Such an ending made the onlookers even more dumbfounded!

Just now-didn't Zhao Han make a killing move, wanting to take Wang Yuan's life?

Wang Yuan supported the ground with one hand, laughed fiercely, his mouth was full of blood, and the other hand behind him was also raised-except that the sleeve was torn apart by the soldiers, and some wounds were still intact! The palm of his hand stretched forward and clenched into a fist violently: "In this game, I won again!"

Before everyone could react, Fang Shu Wang Li had already rushed forward: "Win! You actually won!" The crowd couldn't help but burst into huge cheers and cheers! The winner is king, and no one can look down on him as before. And Zhao Han, who had just been invincible, fell into the depression of losing the cultivation of the Seven Spirits. No one cares why he lost everything, and no one really cares how he lost it all.

All they see is a winner and a loser.

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"Oh my God, your arm wasn't even broken!How did you do this!" Fang Shu looked at Wang Yuan's arm and couldn't figure it out.

"It's a sword! It's this sword!" Wang Yuan was picked up by the two of them, and pulled out a short sword fixed on the bluestone floor tiles: "The sword spirit of this sword is so powerful, and the sword body itself is tenacious, unbelievable, unbelievable......"

When he said this himself, others didn't think it was ridiculous to boast about it, but they even felt that this blade, which was said to be Emperor Chengzong's divine sword, had not developed much more terrifying energy!

Even the Cloud Whirling Dance can be broken!

In the cheers and praises of the crowd, there is also infinite envy and jealousy.

Originally, the eyes of Senior Brother Jiu, who was going to see Wang Yuan's "end", found that Zhao Han could not stop him, but won a big victory again, his face was full of surprise and his mood was complicated. Regardless of Zhao Han, who had become a waster, he turned around and hurriedly went back to report to Senior Brother Jiu......

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"Does anyone else want to challenge me?" Wang Yuan looked around at the senior brothers who were close to him, but everyone looked at him and couldn't help but avoid the past. The thought of wanting to sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight, and then reap the benefits of the fisherman, is gone.

After all, no one has the strength to use a secret technique like "Cloud Whirling Dance", and the Cloud Whirling Dance can't help Wang Yuan, not to mention other ordinary paths.

"Since no one challenged me," Wang Yuan looked at the gradually darkening sky: "Then I am the eighteenth ...... of the inner courtyard" The last day of the competition, the twilight ended, and the time had come. In his tone, there was excitement, but also inexplicably sad and melancholy. The haze of half a moon was swept away.

At this time, everyone heard the lively sound of gongs and drums.

"The Inner Courtyard has successfully concluded, and the eighteenth senior brothers in the Inner Courtyard are here!" someone shouted. In previous years, the senior brothers would fund the top inner court disciples to order a new robe for each of them, hoping that these inner court leaders would not forget to promote the future generations.

"I'm here to bring a new robe to Senior Brother Zhao Han and Zhao of the eighteenth in the inner courtyard. The congratulators were beaming.

He was greeted by the unnaturalness on everyone's faces, and then they slowly moved out of the way, allowing him to see Wang Yuan, who was covered in injuries but full of energy, and Zhao Han, who was kneeling on the ground, groping all over his body - he still couldn't accept the reality of his own desolation.

The congratulator's smile froze.

"Now the eighteenth in the inner courtyard is already Wang Yuan, Senior Brother Wang. Someone kindly reminded that the title of Wang Yuan has also changed to "Senior Brother Wang".

"I also said that it is not good to show your back like this, so you sent clothes. Wang Yuan smiled: "Actually, you don't need to customize your clothes so early." "Because until the last moment, I don't know who is wearing it.

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The first seventeen of the inner court have already been set - there is only one eighteen variables. But Zhao Han, who fell to eighteen this year, has a strength that far exceeds that of several brothers below him, so everyone defaulted to ordering his clothes first.

Wang Yuan put on the clothes originally given to Zhao Han, which was a lot bigger, and it seemed that the sleeves of the clothes were very long, which looked very funny, and everyone couldn't help laughing while congratulating: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Wang Yuan!"

Wang Yuan didn't care, and said, "It's okay if the clothes are big, I'll grow up, and there will always be a day when I can wear it and fit—you say, don't you?"

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