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"Wang Dong?"

"Xia Junlin?"

One foot and three feet away, Wang Dong and Xia Junlin looked at each other silently for a long time, and suddenly they had to ask questions at the same time, but then they became dumb at the same time, and neither of them answered the other party. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The atmosphere in the ring suddenly seemed to be like a pool of stagnant water, extremely dignified and extremely depressing, giving people the feeling that they couldn't breathe through half a breath, and even the sudden night wind seemed to be unbearable, and disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

This solemn and depressing atmosphere to the extreme seemed to have magical power, making the mouths of the disciples watching the battle on both sides of the ring subconsciously vain, and their hearts seemed to be pressing on a mountain.

The winning streak under the ring muttered: "It seems that King's Landing has improved a lot this year, but the king is also very good." ”

Ye Dushu on the side stared at the ring, and said word by word: "The two of them have already exchanged hands from the first glance of each other, and I can see it." ”

"Hmm. ”

Lian Sheng nodded and said: "The two of them have been secretly trying to destroy the momentum that the other party has formed more than once, once the mood momentum of one side is affected by the other party a little, it will lose the opportunity, and the other party will not hesitate to make a move." ”

Ye Dushu nodded subconsciously, but he didn't speak again.

Lian Sheng stared at the ring with a solemn face, and after three breaths, he suddenly smiled: "These two guys are obviously chess opponents, and no one can help anyone, hehehe......"

"Two chicken thieves are just ......"

A smile appeared in Ye Dushu's eyes, but he still had the half-dead facial paralysis expression on his face......

......

"Why should you and I bother. ”

In the middle of the ring, Wang Dong stared at Xia Junlin's eyes and suddenly smiled.

As Lian Sheng Ye Dushu under the ring said before, the first time he saw Xia Junlin, he tried to create a sense of oppression for the other party with his immobile momentum, and more than once wanted to break the other party's seemingly leisurely stroll, but in fact, step by step.

After that, it seemed to ask casually, but in fact, he wanted to disturb the other party's state of mind, once the other party subconsciously opened his mouth to answer, he would fall behind, he would seize the opportunity to make a move, and bite the other party tightly.

But Xia Junlin was unmoved, his mood was solid, his wisdom was as cunning as a fox, and he refused to be fooled in life or death, which made his calculation fall short, and he sighed secretly.

"Yes, you and I have already tried, so naturally there is no need to bother. ”

The corners of Xia Junlin's mouth hooked up a cynical smile, but secretly there was no sigh.

He and Wang Dong have the same calculations and the same helplessness, the two of them are half a catty, no wonder someone in the audience praised them as two chicken thieves.

However, nine out of ten of the disciples watching the battle under the ring were confused, three in a group of five, shaking their heads and guessing......

"Why bother? No need to bother? What does that mean?"

"What's the trouble? They haven't done anything since they stood face to face, what kind of dumb riddle are they playing?"

"Cut, what do you know, this is a master decisive battle, if most people can guess through it, is it still called a master?"

......

Listening to the various discussions under the ring, Yue Feng, the deacon of the outer gate who was standing on the edge of the ring, smiled and ignored it, and looked at the center of the ring with full attention, Wang Dongxia Junlin, who already had signs of making a move......

"Wang Dong, knowing that your continuous consumption is not in its heyday, but Xia has to take advantage of you. ”

After a short silence, Xia Junlin, who was dressed in white, looked directly at Wang Dong's eyes as sharp as a knife, and there was no trace of embarrassment in his bright and upright words.

For Wang Dong, Xia Junlin had only heard of his name before, and he didn't take it to heart, but today's big comparison with Wang Dong's repeated power suddenly aroused his great attention.

At this moment, Xia Junlin already regarded Wang Dong as a great enemy in the same realm, far beyond the winning streak, far beyond himself, and the only one he saw in his life.

He regarded Wang Dong as a sharpening sword, and he was like a long sword that needed to be sharpened continuously, just seeking to sharpen more and more.

Even if he knew that he would be hurt by the sharpening stone that was far harder than him, and his reputation would be ruined, he didn't care.

Five years of bitterness and sweetness, five years of loneliness at night, five years of not being close to women, he is no longer the weak Xia Sanshao at the beginning.

Now he is dressed in a strong sword bone, only seeking to be refined into steel, just to one day break through the nine heavens with a sword, in the country of the sword, it is like a king descending, and ten thousand swords surrender......

Wang Dong looked at Xia Junlin's brighter and brighter starry eyes, and let his blood boil with fierce fighting intent, and the natural belligerent blood in his bones was suddenly vividly stimulated by Xia Junlin.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, and said sonorously: "Needless prosperity or not prosperity, as long as I still have a breath of air, you can teach at any time, and I will accompany you at any time!"

"Please!"

Wang Dong stared at Xia Junlin's eyes and stood still like a javelin in one step.

Under the ring, there was an instantaneous silence, and countless eyes converged on the ring.

"Good!"

The smile on the corner of Xia Junlin's mouth disappeared, and his jade-like face was instantly covered with a layer of murderous aura: "In this battle, I, Xia Junlin, will use this Thirteen Swords of Assassination Shadow that I have realized to compete with you." ”

"Thirteen Swords of Assassination?"

The suspicious look in Wang Dong's eyes flashed, but he didn't ask a word.

For him, let you stab the shadow of thirteen swords or thirty swords and three thousand swords, how can you chill my guts, how can you mess with my heart to win the immortal road, invincible in the world.

However, the Lianggu disciples who were watching the battle under the ring changed their faces one after another, and they all gasped, followed by a noisy exclamation.

"What?Thirteen Swords of Stabbing?"

"Didn't Xia Junlin's last year's Dabi only have the Nine Swords of Assassination?"

"That's right, last year's Assassin Nine Swords were so good, Ye Dushu, who was slightly inferior to him, was stunned and had no temper, and this year Dabi has four more swords, doesn't it mean that he is expected to defeat the streak?"

"No, no, Xia Junlin's strength has risen greatly, and he has not been idle in his winning streak, but our Wang Dong is under a lot of pressure, he has consumed too much time in successive battles, and he has to suffer a lot of losses in his heyday. ”

"Hey, Wang Dong's stinky temper that never retreats, it makes people love and hate ......."

The disciples of Xixingu were holding two handfuls of cold sweat for Wang Dong, but the disciples of Dongxingu watching the battle were supporting Xia Junlin......

"Senior Brother Xia is so good, the Thirteen Swords of Assassination Shadow will definitely be able to take down Wang Dong in one fell swoop. ”

"Yes, looking back on the past, my brother's fast sword is so sharp, it's really unforgettable......"

"Hahaha! It's time to feast your eyes again today......"

"Senior Brother Xia, you must let Wang Dong and learn your sword ...... well."

......

Looking at Wang Dong Xia Junlin, who was about to fight in the ring, listening to the various voices in his ears, Ye Dushu under the ring snorted coldly: "A group of flies who have no eyesight but like to coax blindly. ”

"Flies?"

After winning for a while, he secretly smiled, Xia Junlin called the Thirteen Swords of Assassination Shadow by his name, how did he practice it? Where did he practice it? What kind of living creature was the stabbing thing? He knew better than anyone else.

But at this moment, Lian Sheng kept looking at the eyes in the ring......

......

In the ring, a green shirt and a white shirt.

The green shirt did not move, but the white clothes had already walked away.

Wang Dong didn't move, looking at Xia Junlin who was strolling leisurely across the court, the expression on his face did not change at all, but his pupils were shrinking a little.

Xia Junlin is getting closer and closer, although he walks slowly, but he is in camp step by step, and every step is equally equidistant.

"Do you oppress people with power? But my heart is not disturbed, how can you have any power?"

Looking at this familiar scene, a thought flashed through Wang Dong's mind.

Xia Junlin's move, just like when I fought against forty Dongxin disciples, was clearly to build momentum and suppress people.

I'm afraid that if you come closer, you will suddenly come and shout first, hum, see how I break you.

As soon as the thought was set, Wang Dong prepared silently, and looked at Xia Junlin, who was getting closer and closer, with a loose exterior and a tight inside.

One step, two steps, three steps, Xia Junlin took the fourth step, and at this time he was only five feet away from Wang Dong.

The moment his right foot hit the ground, his lips were about to break.

How do you know that the thunderous shout was only half a beat ahead of him, and the coldness burst out from the mouth of Wang Dong opposite, not only shocked his ears and eyes, but even the sound he had been brewing for a long time was suddenly choked back into his mouth.

He was not chaotic at all when he suddenly encountered a shock, and at the same time as he stepped forward further, the three-foot breeze sword "Cang" came out of the sheath with a bang, and a sword light flew up, as fast as a glance, and went straight to Wang Dong's left shoulder......

"So fast!"

This sword light struck, like a flying immortal outside the sky, and it had stabbed in front of him in the blink of an eye!

Wang Dongbee's waist twisted sideways and flashed, a little sword tip pierced his shoulder shirt, Sen Han sword blade wiped his erected hairs and swept over, "stab" and cut his underwear and shirt.

"It's dangerous!"

Wang Dong was able to avoid it between the lights and flints, and his complexion had changed greatly!

He was already more careful the moment he drank Xia Junlin, he knew that this drink would not be reversed to Xia Junlin, but who would have thought that Xia Junlin not only reacted quickly, but also drew his sword so fast that he was almost injured with a sword.

But at this moment, the next moment when he was able to avoid the first sword, he was even more surprised.

"Sneer......"

The sound of the sword breaking through the wind was sharp and piercing, one after another, and one after another sword lights struck, forcing him to dodge left and right, like a dead leaf fluttering in the chaotic wind.

A sword on the left, a sword on the right, a sword on the top, a sword on the next, a backhand to pick out another sword, a sword chasing a sword, a sword as fast as a sword!

Every time the sword stabbed him, Wang Dong, whose sideburns were flying, could be avoided.

Every time he dodged a sword, Wang Dong, whose sword was not unsheathed, was forced to take a step back.

Thirteen swords! After the thirteen swords were finished, Wang Dong had been forced to retreat a full thirteen steps, and from the center of the ring, he withdrew more than a foot and four feet away from the west.

"What a Thorn Shadow Thirteen Swords! What a Xia Junlin!"

At this moment, Wang Dong couldn't help but admire, and the feeling of sympathy for each other arose spontaneously.

At this moment, there were seven or eight thin slits on the clothes on his chest and arms, and these horizontal and vertical slits were cut out by the long swords that repeatedly pierced the air because the clothes were picked up by the wind between dodging.

However, at this moment, the thirteen swords were empty, Wang Dong took a step back, and he followed, and Xia Junlin, who always maintained a distance of five feet and followed him like a shadow, flew up again.

"Again?"

Before Wang Dong could take half a breath, the second round of Shadow Assassination Thirteen Swords had struck again!

It's just that he has already resisted a round of tests, and Wang Dong has been a little more calm when facing it again.

As the saying goes, once born and twice cooked, and then connected to this thirteen-style continuous fast sword, although Wang Dong was still forced to shake left and right, step by step back, he still couldn't breathe evenly, but he had time to ponder this style of fast sword...... He wants to steal the teacher and learn the sword......

......

At the same time that Wang Dong was holding back, the disciples of Xixingu who were watching the battle on the west side of the ring took a breath of air.

"Tut-tut, it's so dangerous, that is, Wang Dong, I'm afraid that if I change someone to Xia Junlin, I would have been injured and defeated. ”

Luo Yu smacked her tongue and spit out her pink little tongue again and again, and smiled and hugged Han Ruoxue's fragrant shoulder beside her, she just wanted to tease, but she was suddenly surprised.

Han Ruoxue's shoulders, whose body was trembling, were cold and wet, and Luo Yu reached out to touch the coat on her back, and found that it was already soaked.

"Ruoxue, it's all over, you see, didn't he survive? Don't worry......"

Luo Yu hugged Han Ruoxue's shoulders and hugged her into her arms, warming her body that was soaked in cold sweat and cold and tense, while comforting her softly.

"I'm really scared of ......," Han Ruoxue's crying voice trembled.

Luo Yu looked down at the miserable little white face in her arms, helped her comb a few strands of hair that were wet and sticking to her cheeks, and said in an active atmosphere: "Look at your little appearance, Wang Dong hasn't done anything yet, so he scared you into this virtue, look at the two brothers." ”

Han Ruoxue glanced at Luo Yu gratefully, looked in the direction of her finger, and was speechless for a while.

I saw Ding Mian kneeling beside the stretcher, pulling the arm of the seriously wounded Shi Hu and shouting excitedly, and Shi Hu, who was almost abolished by Du Qiushan, was also swollen and yelling.

"Senior Brother Huzi, look at it, Boss Wang seems to be fighting back!"

"Haha! Wang Dong, this kid is finally going to be strong, I will shout to him twice to cheer up, Wang Dong ...... cough cough cough cough ......"

"Look at you, what are you excited about, coughing up blood, I shouted for you with your two voices...... Boss Wang......"