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Chapter 279 Is it a martial arts competition today?

At this time, Lian Yan turned sideways, his right hand rotated slightly, and the Burning Sword formed a vertical fire disk, and the hard bluestone ground was cut by the sword of the Burning Sword, a deep and long crack was made, which was shocking. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for the biquge.info of Aishang Novel Network

Then, Lian Yan's figure quickly turned to the left, and his right arm shook forward violently, and he shouted:

"Go"

The fiery sword in his hand turned into a fire dragon, and he rushed to Fu Lou angrily, his momentum was extremely powerful, and it seemed that nothing could stop it, and those who dared to block it would be destroyed by it.

The scorching sword was indeed unstoppable, and Fu Lou did not block it, but wrapped it.

I saw that his right wrist shook slightly, and the Five Elements Gangtian Water Spirit Sword in his hand suddenly became as soft as cotton, like a soft belt, turning into a water dragon, a curved and unpredictable water dragon.

The water dragon swordsmanship can be rigid and soft, and it is unstoppable when it is just now, sweeping in, like a storm crashing on the shore. And when it is soft, it is endless, and after being entangled by it, it is constantly pulled, and it can't be freed.

Soon, the Water Spirit Sword met the Burning Sword, and quickly wrapped around the Burning Sword many times. At the same time, it also prevents the castration of the Fiery Sword.

Seeing this, Lian Yan was shocked, and the tricks of his hands kept changing, trying to cut off the Water Spirit Sword. However, the Scorching Fire Sword not only cut through the Water Spirit Sword, but also couldn't get rid of the entanglement of the Water Spirit Sword, and it was writhing in the air, fighting the trapped beasts.

What made him even more anxious was that the light of the Burning Sword began to weaken, and it became weaker and weaker, and soon the light disappeared, and it looked like an ordinary sword.

"This sword is not easy to refine, and it is a pity to destroy it. Forget it, I'll give it back to you, but I have to leave a mark as a punishment. Fu Lou's tone is still as plain as water, but the words are as rigid as rigid, just like his water dragon swordsmanship, both rigid and soft.

As soon as the words fell, his right wrist swirled, and the water spirit sword returned to his hand.

Immediately after, the light on the scorching sword quickly froze, and Lian Yan quickly took it back.

He carefully looked at the fiery sword, and now there was a row of fine and uniform tooth marks on both sides of the blade, and his heart ached, and he couldn't help but be shocked: "This fiery sword of mine has never had a single trace under the blow of the giant hammer, but it has been sharpened into a toothed sword by the soft sword that seems to be like a soft rope, what kind of treasure is this soft sword? ”

"I lost, Lan Yingying is yours, I'll leave and leave"

Even the inflammation is refreshing, and losing is losing. And he understood that the other party had left a hand, otherwise the Burning Sword would not only become a toothed sword, but also a pile of iron filings.

With that, he flew into the air and headed down the mountain. The disciples of the Fire Sect who came with him also left one by one.

Fu Lou put away the Water Spirit Sword and was about to leave.

"Who said that Lan Yingying belongs to you, but you don't agree?"

As soon as the words fell, a figure flew out of the observation deck on the left, it was a slender scholar about thirty to forty years old, and he was standing in Lian Yan's position just now.

This famous scholar has a very good appearance, and it is very appropriate to describe him with good words such as extraordinary, polite, and Yushu Linfeng.

In terms of appearance alone, Fu Lou is not as good as this person, but Fu Lou's stable demeanor and deep and firm eyes are not owned by everyone.

Although this scholar is good-looking, his eyes flicker. The eyes are the windows of the soul, and they cannot be adorned or deceived by others, so it can be seen that this person is not a good person.

"The surname is Zhu, the name is Zhishan, and he is from the Nine Tone Sect. ”。

The Nine Tone Sect is a very mysterious sect, and the world does not know much about it. Fu Lou only knew his name, but he didn't want to know about it, no matter how mysterious the Nine Tone Sect was, it was none of his business.

Fu Lou didn't pay attention to him at all, and instead raised his voice to Mr. Lan Da, "Senior Lan, is it a martial arts competition today?" He had already noticed that this qiē was all arranged by Mr. Lan Da.

Lin Zhishan saw that Fu Lou didn't even give him basic etiquette, and there was a burst of anger in his heart, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes, and he still had a smile on his face.

"No...... Aren't they all young talents...... It's rare to get together and learn from each other...... It's just a matter of learning. Mr. Lan Da's words were obviously insincere, in fact, he just wanted to borrow Fu Lou's hand to drive away these proposers, of course, he couldn't say this sentence directly.

"In that case, let's all come down if you want to talk, and let's finish drinking tea together. Fu Lou raised his voice to the surroundings.

"Senior Brother Fu is good" Qin Yan, the leader of the Immortal Sect, applauded loudly, and the other thirty disciples of the Immortal Sect also applauded. Similarly, most of the disciples of the Immortal Medicine Sect also followed.

"Whoosh......" Five figures flashed and appeared not far behind Lin Zhishan, all of them in their thirties and forties. Obviously, they all came for Lan Yingying, and they all regarded Fu Lou as a roadblock and wanted to kick him clean.

"I don't have talents, but I won't bully more and less. Lin Zhishan smiled, and then turned to the five people behind him: "Why are you brothers standing behind Sheng? You should stand on the opposite side, after Sheng defeats him, your opponent is Sheng." ”

The five people in the back retreated to both sides in a playful manner, and they seemed to have some scruples about Lin Zhishan.

"In that case, don't bother talking any more, let's do it. Fu Lou said coldly, he was a little angry, he and Lan Yingying fell in love, but it was really disappointing to kill so many guys who didn't know how to advance or retreat halfway.

"Hurry up. Lin Zhishan graciously took out a flute.

Fu Lou was a little surprised when he saw the flute in Lin Zhishan's hand, the appearance of this flute was exactly the same as the one he had obtained in the cave under the Forbidden Hall of Wuliang Mountain, it seemed that the skeleton was probably from the Nine Tone Sect.

At that time, Fu Lou also got the storage bag of the skeleton, and now there are a lot of things in it.

There is a score in the bag, and it is supposed to be a flute song. This flute is very strange, it is not written according to the normal rhythm at all, and the score is incomplete, and there seems to be an upper part.

Fu Lou did not find the upper part in the bag, because there was no basic description of the upper part, so Fu Lou could not understand these notes, so he could not understand the meaning, let alone play according to the flute music.

And that flute is also very strange, the material used is very special, it seems to be made of some kind of animal bone. And its shape is too different from the ordinary flute, the sound hole of the ordinary flute is oval, while the sound hole of this flute is pentagonal.

Fu Lou once tried to play this flute in an ordinary way, but the sound of the flute is very strange and difficult to hear. Fu Lou guessed that maybe it was because the flute membrane was special, or the blowing method was wrong.

After many attempts, Fu Lou didn't bother with it anymore.

"If you can listen to a song and not run away, if you don't say a word, turn around and leave. However, I don't dare to listen to you. Lin Zhishan said with a smile.

"No problem, blow it, blow it hard," Fu Lou didn't want to think about it.

Lin Zhishan raised the flute and put it to his lips.

Immediately afterwards, the five figures flashed, and the five 'young talents' who had just entered the arena retreated to the observation deck, but they did not go far, and the influence of the flute was not large.

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