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"Boss Wang, draw your sword, ......"

Ding Mian looked at Wang Dong, who was forced to dodge left and right by the continuous sword lights in the ring, and retreated again and again, Wang Dong, who was about to retreat to the western edge of the ring, clenched his fists and roared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This is bad, the surrounding Xixingu disciples who were watching the battle with excitement and breath were all trembling, and they were all excited after reacting.

"Hey! A roar woke up the dreamer, we are all mallets, Wang Dong is fighting to the death in the ring, but I won't let go of the fart under the ring, do you mean that I can only play soy sauce silently?"

"Yes, although we can't help him in the ring, we can help him in the ring, and the soy sauce is also very useful, which key occasion is less soy sauce?"

"This is a great good, Wang Dong is fighting to the death for my Xixin Valley and will not retreat, I can't chill his heart, and I can't let the hero shed blood and tears. ”

"Yes, we must not give up on ourselves when we wait for soy sauce......"

"That's great......"

"Stop!"

The male disciple who spoke first shouted loudly, and the surroundings were quiet, and he waved his fist and shouted: "You can't mess up the routine, everyone follow my rhythm, shout the four words 'Wang Dong draw the sword' with me, and remember to shout two by two." ”

"Attention, one, two, three, go, Wang Dong...... Draw the knife ......"

As the male disciples clenched their fists and stomped their feet, as long as the disciples of Xixingu could open their mouths, they all shouted as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, stretching their necks and staring at them......

Wang Dong...... Draw the knife...... Wang Dong...... Draw the knife...... Wang Dong...... Pull ......"

This wave was higher than the wave of shouts, and it almost turned Dongxin Valley upside down at night, and even the ground near the ring was faintly shaken......

On the viewing platform in the dark night of the north of the ring, Yan Gang, the chief deacon of the outer gate standing behind the fence, stared at the direction of the ring for a moment, boy, are you going to draw your knife? The old man waited and waited......

In the viewing area to the east of the ring, all the Dongxin Valley disciples were stunned and lost their voices in unison......

And just above the ring, Xia Junlin, who was dressed in white like an immortal, changed his complexion, listening to the tsunami-like shouts and cheers coming down the mountain from the ring, and looking at Wang Dong, who was chased by him step by step and had retreated to the edge of the ring, he spilled out another sword light:

"If you don't draw your sword yet, when will you wait!

"As you wish!"

At the moment when Xia Junlin broke off his mouth and Wang Dong responded sonorously, whether it was Yan Gang on the viewing platform in the north, or the Lianggu disciples watching the battle on both sides of the ring, or Yue Feng and the eight outer disciples on the edge of the ring, everyone's complexion changed suddenly......

The sound of "Cangchang" drawing the knife was still in his ears, and he saw Wang Dong, who had no way to retreat from the edge of the ring, and the four crescent-like blue knife lights suddenly flashed like a peacock......

"Ahh

Xia Junlin, who was facing Wang Dong, didn't even have time to close his eyes, and as soon as the exclamation came out, he saw that on the placket of his chest, there seemed to be four pieces of knife light flashing in no particular order, fast like a phantom hallucination, splitting out four strings of sparks crisscrossing him.

And at the moment when the sword light was gone, and the sparks were still intertwined and splashed like fireworks, "Cang Cang Cang!" , the sound of four sharp blades cutting iron almost in a row pierced into his ears......

Quiet, the indescribable stillness in the ring......

Quiet, indescribable stillness under the ring......

Quiet, in the huge Higashixin Valley at night......

......

It seemed that it had been a long time, or maybe it was just a blink of an eye, so quiet that I didn't know how to describe it under the ring, and suddenly there was a cheer: "Boss Wang is mighty!"

This cheer with a tremolo was like a boulder smashed into a deep pool, provoking one buzzing exclamation after another......

"I lost. ”

On the ring, Xia Junlin little by little, with great difficulty, withdrew the tip of the sword with great difficulty, and if he had half an inch, it would pierce the three-foot Qingfeng Sword on Wang Dong's left shoulder, and his originally star-bright eyes were actually gloomy at the moment.

He didn't go to see Wang Dong, he didn't return to the sheath with his long sword, he silently turned around and lost his soul, walking step by step through the moonlight on the ring, step by step to the abyss-like lights under the ring......

Five years, five years after entering the master's door, he Xia Junlin has never been close to women, never moved by foreign objects, he swears that he has really never slacked off for a day, but why is this so?

He was not afraid of hardship, tiredness, or failure, and he was not even afraid of the moment when he asked the king to draw his sword.

But now...... He was really scared......

He was not afraid of Wang Dong, but of himself, he was afraid that no matter how much he cultivated in the future, his sword would never be faster than Wang Dong's miraculous four-knife slash.

Those four slashes in a row! It was the four slashes that were almost indistinguishable from front to back and direction! With his eyesight today, he couldn't even capture the trajectory of any of them......

"Xia Junlin, Xia Junlin, even if you have exhausted your hard work in this life...... Your sword can't surpass the four swords......"

A few more steps will walk down the ring, will walk down the ring he will never come up again, a cold wind blows, his clothes are soaked with cold sweat he suddenly feels so cold, so cold.

It was not his body that was cold, but his heart, whose faith was gone......

But at this moment, I heard a clear voice behind me: "Xia Junlin!"

Xia Junlin's body trembled and stopped, and his clenched fist suddenly loosened little by little.

The sound of firm footsteps getting closer and closer, and finally stopped not far behind him, Xia Junlin slowly turned around, looking at Wang Dong, who was standing a javelin on the opposite side, his hoarse and hollow voice was so unfamiliar that even he didn't know him: "Do you have any advice?"

Wang Dong looked at the pair of dull eyes on the other side, and said in a deep voice: "Xia Junlin, why can't you withstand a defeat as a dignified seven-foot man, why are you so cowardly?"

"Can't afford a defeat, so cowardly?"

Two points of cold light suddenly rose in Xia Junlin's dim eyes, but when he subconsciously looked at the long knife held by Wang Dong in his left hand, the two points of cold light in his eyes suddenly dimmed again, and he laughed at himself and said, "Yes, you are qualified to laugh at me, a defeated subordinate." ”

"Laughing at you?"

Wang Dong's eyes suddenly became as cold as a knife, and he sneered: "You're right, you coward, I'm just laughing at you!"

"You?"

Xia Junlin trembled as soon as he said a word, and he couldn't even hold the three-foot Qingfeng Sword in his hand, and fell to the ground with a "dang long".

In the viewing area east of the ring, a roar of scolding suddenly sounded.

"Wang Dong dog thief, you are simply too deceitful. ”

"Wang Dong, you vicious villain, Senior Brother Xia is arrogant with a sword and bones, do you want to force him to death?"

"Wang Dong, my aunt and grandmother are inseparable from you......"

"Wang Dong, killing people is not enough, you will not end well......"

And just when the disciples of Dongxingu jumped to their feet and scolded Wang Dong angrily, and the disciples of Xixingu were all silent and at a loss, Ye Dushu, who was dressed in gray robe under the ring, drew his sword out of the sheath, and his eyes were about to split.

"What a Wang Dong, he is going to ruin Xia Junlin, Ye Mou fought with him!"

"Wait!"

Lian Sheng's right hand suddenly poked out, grabbed the wrist of Ye Dushu, who was about to fly to the stage in a rage, and dragged him back.

"Winning streak! You let me go! Although Xia Junlin and I met each other, the two of us have been sympathetic to each other for a long time, how can I watch him suffer humiliation so much!"

Although Ye Dushu's face with facial paralysis couldn't make any expression, his narrow eyes were full of bloodshots, and he was clearly out of anger.

"You bastard!"

Lian Sheng slapped Ye Dushu's ass that was swaying left and right and twisting wildly, he was stunned for a moment, shook his head with a smile and said: "To solve the bell, you still need to tie the bell, Wang Dong is not destroying Senior Brother Xia, but saving him." ”

"Save him?"

Ye Dushu looked at Wang Dong who was slowly walking towards Xia Junlin in the ring, he was not stupid and thought about the winning streak, and suddenly let out a sigh of relief, and looked at Wang Dong with an inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

This inexplicable meaning is exactly the same as when he and Xia Jun were on the top of the bull......

"Got it?"

Lian Sheng patted him on the shoulder with a smile, looked at Wang Dong in the ring, and nodded lightly......

"Senior Brother Xia, this is for you. ”

Wang Dong held the three-foot blue-bladed long knife that had just been unsheathed and picked up from Sixiu's hand with both hands, and solemnly handed it to Xia Junlin.

"You?"

Looking at the sincere smile on Wang Dong's thin face, Xia Junlin, who gradually calmed down, was stunned, although he didn't understand the other party's intentions, he no longer thought that Wang Dong was humiliating him with this.

Fortunately, Wang Dong didn't let him be confused for too long, and gave an explanation with a smile: "Senior Brother Xia, this knife is of no other use except for giving it to you as a souvenir, I just want to ask you one word." ”

Xia Junlin was stunned: "What do you ask?"

The smile on Wang Dong's face suddenly retracted, looked at the other party's eyes, and asked seriously: "Senior brother, do you think that I just slashed you with four knives, and you are afraid that you will not be able to surpass it in this life?"

Xia Junlin's throat rolled with difficulty, and he subconsciously looked at the silent Lianggu disciples on both sides of the ring, and nodded with a gloomy gaze.

Wang Dong said simply: "Senior Brother Xia, I only have two words to say to you, you understand that even if my Wang Dong did not waste his efforts, if you don't understand, I have done everything I should do, and from now on I have a clear conscience and no longer have to worry." ”

"What?"

Xia Junlin raised his head violently and looked directly at Wang Dong's frank eyes.

Wang Dong said in a deep voice: "One, I, Wang Dong, am also a human, not a god. Second, in your opinion, the four swords that cannot be surpassed in this life, I am neither born with it, nor do I rely on others to teach it, but I almost lost my life after a hundred turns and thousands of times. ”

"Huh?"

Xia Junlin stared at Wang Dong intently, and saw Wang Dong nodding vigorously at him, he frowned and thought about it, and suddenly realized.

He Wang Dong is a human being, and I, Xia Junlin, am also a human being, since he can cultivate such four swords, can't I Xia Junlin?

No, I will definitely be able to do it, since I, Xia Junlin, can create the Thirteen Swords of Assassination Shadow by myself, then, sooner or later, I will be able to cultivate a swordsmanship that is not inferior or even better than his amazing four-sword slash.

Why did you get into the horns of the bull and be disheartened?

From now on, you must always firmly believe that one day, you will break through the nine heavens with a sword, and in the land of the sword, it will be like a king descending and making all swords submit......

Xia Junlin, who had bumped out of Niujiaojian Hutong, suddenly brightened his heart, and the dull gray in his eyes faded like a tidal tide, replaced by a pair of clear starry eyes that were brighter than before.

"Wang Dong, I took this knife!"

Without waiting for Wang Dong to give in again, Xia Junlin grabbed the long knife with a sheath, and gently picked it on the ground with his toes, and the three-foot Qingfeng jumped into the scabbard with a "click" in his hand, and held it in front of Wang Dong with both hands: "Give it to you." ”

Wang Dong took the "cang" and pulled out the sword half-unsheathed, looked at the long and narrow sword body as clear as autumn water, and praised from the bottom of his heart: "Good sword!"

"Nature is a good sword. ”

Xia Junlin smiled proudly, patted the scabbard of the long knife that was already surnamed Xia, pouted and said, "If I am not mistaken, this knife is probably from one of the four shows of my Dongxingu." ”

"Good eyesight. ”

Wang Dong raised his thumb, his face was not red, and his heart did not beat: "But it has already changed hands, it used to be surnamed Wang, and then it has been surnamed Xia." ”

"What a righteous robber, but I like it, and there will be a time later!"

Xia Junlin hammered Wang Dong on the shoulder with a hearty smile, the long knife was handed over to his left hand, and the two fingers of his right hand lightly lifted the hem of the robe that was covered by the wind, and turned around and got out of the ring......

Yue Feng, who was standing on the edge of the ring with his hands in his hands, looked at Wang Dong who was sending him off with his fists in the independent cold wind, and the taste of appreciation in his eyes became stronger and stronger......

After about half a cup of tea, Yue Feng shouted loudly to the ring: "The next battle disciple of Dongxin Valley is on stage!"

Under the ring, Xia Junlin and Lian Sheng stood side by side, not only did they feel a little embarrassed, but they joked lightly: "Ye Mutou, if you want me to say, you don't have to show your eyes on stage, you can't stop the four knives." ”

Ye Dushu rolled his eyes and snorted: "Xia Junlin, who have I Ye Dushu been afraid of?" ”

While speaking, Ye Dushu pinched the bamboo stick he drew with his right hand and held it high above the top, disdainful to climb the stairs at all, and strode onto the half-human-high bluestone ring with his right foot.

"Look, Senior Brother Ye is up......"