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On the Haoqi platform, Qin Lang was proud in his heart, he was different from ordinary disciples, because of the tragic death of the Sword Pavilion Pavilion, these days the Sword Pavilion was gloomy, most of the disciples read Xu Zhongwen well, and they were silent in their hearts, but Qin Lang could see what was behind this, once the old pavilion master died, the one-armed waste material Zhu Mingwen would lose his greatest reliance, and the Great Elder even if he was emotionally inclined, but in the face of the great right and wrong, the Great Elder had always been able to be cold and selfless, which was definitely the best time for him to ascend to the sky in one step.

After many years of practice in the Sword Pavilion, he can report the names of almost all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and almost all the disciples of the Sword Pavilion can maintain a good relationship with him, in contrast, although the sword madman Zhu Mingwen is famous, it is often not easy for the disciples in the Sword Pavilion to reach this little senior brother, because of his perennial relationship of practicing swords in the back mountain, he has almost faded out of the daily life of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, and naturally few people are really familiar with him.

Compared to Zhu Mingwen's dismal voice, the supporting disciples behind Qin Lang were densely packed and crowded, almost congesting the side of Haoqitai into a pimple.

"The time is coming, why hasn't Senior Brother Zhu come yet?" There are a few Sword Pavilion disciples who are talking suspiciously, in fact, they are also well aware of this matter, because it is known that Zhu Mingwen has been cut off his customary right arm, and now he is almost about to overthrow the sword path and come back, and his strength may not even be comparable to those junior disciples who have just entered the dragon's eye realm, if he really has to avoid fighting for the sake of face, it seems to be expected.

"Maybe Senior Brother Zhu suddenly had a stomach upset?" There were disciples who supported Qin Lang who laughed over there, although their expressions were just ridiculous, they still made the few disciples who supported Zhu Mingwen almost fight excitedly.

"Great Elder, do you think he will come?" the Second Elder carefully looked at the direction of the back mountain surrounded by clouds and mist, and frowned.

"Coming back...... Should be back. After the Great Elder finished speaking, he closed his mouth and looked at the scenery in the distance, stunned.

I don't know how long it took, when the impatient Sword Pavilion disciples almost wanted to scold, and finally on the mountain road in the direction of the back mountain, a figure slowly walked on.

Clean white clothes, carrying a sword, the empty sleeve on his right hand swayed back and forth in the mountain wind, and his expression was calm, and he could not see joy, anger and sorrow.

Qin Lang stood on the Haoqi platform, looking at the former kendo genius who was slowly coming.

One person is on the stage, one person is offstage, and the picture is condescending.

Qin Lang smiled: "I thought you weren't coming." ”

Zhu Mingwen's throat moved, and he opened his mouth, but as if he hadn't spoken for many years, his voice was hoarse: "Please teach Senior Brother Qin." ”

The Great Elder listened to this hoarse voice that was the same as ten days ago, and his heart was sad.

With Zhu Mingwen's current strength, meeting Qin Lang is tantamount to being a mantis arm as a car, and he can only ask for more blessings, hoping that the other party can take care of the face of the same door and not be too ruthless, but in fact, Zhu Mingwen doesn't seem to have any fear and nervousness at all, and even looks at Qin Lang's gaze is inaudible, as if he didn't put him in his eyes at all, Qin Lang sneered in his heart, he was ready to defeat the other party fiercely.

Qin Lang saluted on the Haoqi platform and said, "Senior Brother Zhu, please give advice." ”

After speaking, he stood still in place, obviously with the reserve of a master, and he was unwilling to strike first, but was ready to wait for Zhu Mingwen to make a preemptive attack after he took out his sword, so that it would be easier to win the applause of the audience.

Zhu Mingwen didn't have so many ideas, and pulled out the dragon chant sword behind his back, and suddenly the dragon chant continued to echo, drumming in the Yunyan Mountain Range, spreading for several miles.

It was as if the real dragon roared, and it actually startled Qin Lang on the other side.

Qin Lang saw the angry posture of the Dragon Yin Sword Sword Spirit for the first time, and he looked at this divine sword again in his heart, and coveted it even more, if he became the master of the Sword Pavilion, this sword would naturally be in his pocket, in fact, at this moment, he already regarded the Dragon Yin Sword as his own, so the stronger this sword appeared, the happier he was.

Zhu Mingwen took a step forward.

It's just a bland pace, which looks more like a walk, so that the disciples watching the battle can't see the number of roads clearly, and they look at each other.

When Qin Lang saw that Zhu Mingwen moved, he still remained vigilant, after all, he was the original sword maniac, even if his realm was suppressed, he would have wasted another arm, but the lion and tiger also needed all his strength, of course he didn't dare to take it lightly at the critical moment, lest the gutter capsize.

However, this pace was too ordinary, and it almost made Qin Lang scold his mother.

Zhu Mingwen walked step by step, his steps were flat and there was no mystery, and when he walked in front of Qin Lang, Shi Shiran raised the sword in his left hand and went towards Qin Lang.

Qin Lang raised his sword to block, but to his surprise, this sword actually had a bit of earth-shattering atmosphere hidden in it, but fortunately, he was already cautious, and he raised eight points of aura at the critical moment to stop this sword.

Cold sweat rolled down Qin Lang's forehead, thinking that it was fortunate that he didn't hold it up, otherwise this sword alone would be enough to make him lose his horse, you must know that Zhu Mingwen is not using an ordinary sword move, but the first sword in the general outline of the Sword Pavilion that is not a secret of the Sword Pavilion.

Crape Myrtle Sword.

Qin Lang was about to change his tactics to fight back, when Zhu Mingwen's lightning-fast sword stabbing came again.

This is the second sword in the Sword Pavilion General Outline.

Celestial Sword.

Outsiders couldn't see the subtlety of this seemingly ordinary sword move, but the three elders understood it, and Qin Lang, who was in the game, was almost frightened!

It's just another simple one, why did he almost fail to stop it despite his full efforts?

Zhu Mingwen's expression was calm, maybe it would be more appropriate to be insensitive, he didn't react to the movements of the opponent in front of him, and he had a feeling that there was no one in his eyes, but many Sword Pavilion disciples who watched the excitement didn't know the danger, Qin Lang was already ready to send at this moment, otherwise the steady progress of his life would end here, but he didn't expect that Zhu Mingwen, who looked like a dead heart, had cut off his right arm, and was rumored to be no different from a wasted person, could actually force him to such a field, with only two swords, he couldn't stand steadily, he took three steps back, and his throat was sweet, almost spurting blood donations, and he barely managed to stabilize his pace。

I don't know when, the sky was already covered with stars, and the stars were connected end to end, and the star whirlpool in Xu Zhongwen's hand appeared again.

It is a bit similar to the vision of the sky after the collapse of the Heavenly Tomb at the beginning, because this set of swordsmanship has already touched the Heavenly Dao!

The third sword of the Sword Pavilion General Outline came with the wind.

Heavenly Machine.

"Don't divulge. Zhu Mingwen muttered to himself, his left hand subconsciously slashed forward, and then was blocked by Qin Lang with a sword with his raised hand.

"The power doesn't seem to be as amazing as imagined?" Qin Lang, who took this sword, was slightly surprised, and was overjoyed in his heart, thinking that this Zhu Mingwen was just a paper tiger, and the third sword revealed the end of his strong crossbow, but before he had time to fight back, a blue thunder light fell.

The thunder was as thick as a mountain peak, and when it fell, it shrouded Qin Lang in front of everyone's eyes.

If the Heavenly Dao is angry, it is like an immortal making a move, and a sword will cause the sky to thunder!

"Nine Heavenly Thunder. The Great Elder whispered, already understanding the result in his heart, "Are you satisfied?"

The Second Elder and the Third Elder were speechless, they couldn't guess the result, but they quickly recovered and understood what to do next.

The blue light flashed and disappeared, and when the shocked and speechless many Sword Pavilion disciples looked at the Haoqi platform again, the dust dispersed, and the stars were gone, but there was no longer the one-armed swordsman's lonely back, only Qin Lang, who had almost turned into a ball of black charcoal, was lying on the ground, although he was angry and his life was hanging by a thread, but at least he still did not die, in fact, he could have killed him, and including the three elders, no one dared to say a word more.

After all, it is the same love, and the subordinates are merciful.

Sword Pavilion disciples, look at me, I look at you, the shock in my heart will not fade, and I am speechless. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.