The raindrops were blown by the wind and slanted against the world.

In front of the Qiuling Demon Que Hunting Ground, there was a dead silence.

Zhou You's mouth and nose were bleeding, lying on the ground, his eyes were looking at the gloomy sky, and his heart was a little cold.

He was defeated so badly.

Zhou You has always felt that the reason why Fang Lang was able to win the first place on the gold list was because of Fang Lang's excellent performance in the literary examination, as for Fang Lang's strength, when he first entered the sword master, it was probably half a catty and eight taels with him.

Today, however, reality has dealt him a heavy blow.

The young man Jiang Linglong wants to protect is really unusual.

The rain was lapping on his cheeks, a little wet and salty.

At this moment, no one paid attention to Zhou You, who had lost his two front teeth, and everyone was staring at Fang Lang.

The boy returned to the obsidian sword, sword in hand.

That peaceful sentence contained infinite arrogance, and when he laughed, the heavens and the earth were silent.

In the distance, above the trunk of a tree.

Wen Ting's eyes sparkled.

"Second Rank Martial Disciple?"

Is this one of Fang Lang's hole cards?

It was the first time that Wen Ting had discovered that Fang Lang had actually minored in martial arts, and had reached the level of a martial artist, he thought that he already knew Fang Lang very well, but now it seemed that he didn't.

No wonder it can win the first place in the scientific examination of literature and martial arts.

Wen Ting looked at Zhou You, who fell to the ground, his face did not have much joy, and he stared at the next situation.

Group fighting?

Fang Lang's words made the students of Chang'an Academy and the students of Guozijian look at each other.

If you are beaten in a group...... Wouldn't it be too unmartial arts?

After all, they are students of the world's old academies, and they came to challenge Fang Lang to fight for hope, but if they fight in a group, who will win Fang Lang?

Fang Lang saw the hesitation in their eyes, and his heart suddenly sank.

It feels like the leeks are about to start wilting.

That's not going to work!

Fang Lang grinned, looking at a group of students from Chang'an Academy in the distance, holding a sword in one hand, his neck slowly stretched forward, and the other hand raised, pointing at his head.

"Come on, hit me, hit me here!"

"A group of pickled (a) cowards."

The voice of the words lingered.

After the silence of heaven and earth, it is like hot oil boiling in a pot!

Wen Ting opened the stopper of the gourd and took a sip of wolfberry tea to suppress the shock.

This guy is really ...... It's too bad!

It's just prodigal and cheap!

Even he couldn't help but want to rush up and beat Fang Lang.

In the distance, the students of Chang'an Academy and Guozijian had their eyes constricted, and endless anger was rolling out!

Never seen such a request!

I can't bear it!

Who does he think he is?

With dozens of enemies, is his dantian aura inexhaustible?!

One by one, the students of Chang'an Academy looked at each other, no longer caring about their faces, and swooped out in the autumn rain that slapped the heavens and the earth, turning into white mangs and galloping between the mountains, tearing the rain curtain, and shouting loudly!

The sound of drawing the sword, the chanting of the condensing array, and the sound of martial arts spurting blood!

Like a large handful of emerald beads splashed on the jade plate at the same time, the whole world was noisy.

The autumn rain droplets that fell from the sky were even shattered into countless gouaches.

Gang fighting.

As you wish.

Dozens of students from Chang'an Academy and more than a dozen students from Guozijian trampled on the mud all over the ground and rushed towards Fang Lang!

The atmosphere suddenly became solemn.

The first to rush were several martial artists!

They condensed the bloody clothes on their bodies, and the soles of their feet stepped on the ground like ten thousand horses galloping, causing the ground to tremble.

One of them clenched his fists slightly and turned sideways, kicked the ground with his feet, and his body bounced up like a spring, crossed the arc, and smashed his fist into Fang Lang.

The powerful punch seemed to mobilize the surrounding air flow to pour back into the posture and converge on the fist.

Fang Lang's eyes shone brightly, and he leaned over slightly, revealing the sword box behind him.

Stretched out his hand, put his index finger and middle finger together, pointed at the sword, and pushed it forward!

Boom!

The sword qi in Fang Lang's dantian cyclone suddenly swept away, shaped like a storm, turning into a terrifying thrust, pushing the Liansheng sword out of the way!

Instantly!

The Lotus Sword is headed by the hilt of the sword, like a silver lightning bolt behind the clouds.

The plump raindrops falling from the sky were cut by the fast-moving lotus sheng, and it was faintly visible that there were many fine lines on the lotus sword like lotus petals, compared with the speed of the lotus sheng's surge, the falling raindrops were slow and outrageous.

The martial artist of Chang'an Academy who jumped was hit in the chest by the hilt of the lightning-like Lotus Sword, and the body protection qi and blood clothes were instantly like foam in the sun, and they burst at the touch of a touch!

The two collide like a galloping horse at high speed, and the consequences can be imagined.

There was a crunch snap!

This student of Chang'an Academy, his chest was sunken, blood stained his white shirt, and the body that had just jumped flew out upside down in the same arc, smashed to the ground, and cut through the mud all over the ground.

The faces of several swooping students changed slightly.

The Liansheng Sword that bounced back was held in Fang Lang's hand, and the Spirit Void Sword burst out, and his body pulled the remnants of the Dao in the rain curtain.

Suddenly pulled out the obsidian from the mud, and the sword drawing technique that had been accumulated for a long time, using the earth as a sheath, was brazenly pulled out!

The mud seemed to have been cut into a thin line like a black snake.

The crowd rushed in, and Fang Lang also crashed in fearlessly, like a lonely boat, brazenly and without regrets crashed into the huge waves of the ocean that were about to swallow everything.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a challenger and obtaining ten lower-grade spirit crystal aura. ”

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for defeating a challenger and obtaining ten lower-grade spirit crystal aura. ”

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The continuous consumption of the dantian qi sea is also constantly filled!

The twin swords danced, and at this moment, it seemed to turn into a troll hammer, turned into a fairy whip, and vigorously whipped away one Chang'an Academy student after another!

Under the rain curtain, the full raindrops reflecting the endless autumn mood were smashed by the sword grains, smashed into a misty rain mist, smashed on the human body, and people flew sideways, with blood and haze.

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The rain was pouring down.

An elegant figure, holding an oil-paper umbrella, walked on the main road of Chang'an City, step by step, the pace was extremely steady, and he was not startled by the autumn rain that fell to the ground.

He walked towards the outside of Chang'an City.

After smiling at the soldiers defending the city, he walked out of the city and stepped on the bluestone slab ancient road outside the city.

However, his pace stopped.

Heaven and earth were silent, except for the sound of raindrops lapping on the umbrella.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance, and in the distance, a young man with inch hair was carrying a black knife on his back, standing in the rain curtain, his waist was straight, and he let the rain beat his body.

The boy turned his back to him, and when the elegant boy walked out, he slowly turned around.

"Wei Sheng?"

Li Yuanzhen looked at Wei Sheng, his elegant face was like ripples in autumn water, and he showed a hint of consternation.

Wei Sheng turned around with a smile on his face.

"You're going to the Demon Hunting Ground?"

Li Yuanzhen looked at Wei Sheng, and a look of interest appeared on his face: "Interesting." ”

"You will come to stop me for the waves."

Wei Sheng sighed: "I'm not sure I can win you, but the teacher asked me to cover Fang Langdian more in Dijing......"

"No way...... He gave too much. ”

"Therefore, I can't let you pass, and if you want to win him, you should be in the temple test, not in the hunting ground."

The interest on Li Yuanzhen's face became stronger and stronger, and after a long time, he turned into a low laugh: "Interesting, then I'll learn Brother Wei's methods, just ...... Warm-up before the temple exam. ”

The words fell.

Li Yuanzhen's slender fingers flicked in the air.

A raindrop that slipped down the eaves of the umbrella was turned into a slender silk thread by him, like a string.

Finger flick.

Like a song of mountain water, bursting out between the bounce of raindrops and silk threads.

From Li Yuanzhen's feet, countless autumn rain and water were actually painted into a magic array.

Countless raindrops falling from the sky were actually frozen, and between Li Yuanzhen's plays, they seemed to turn into ten thousand arrows and shoot towards Wei Sheng.

Wei Sheng scratched the back of his head and smiled.

Then, twitching the black knife on his back, he threw out a black lightning bolt and slashed down!

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Raindrops dripping from the sky, from large to small, and finally slapped on the roof of the Nanmu carriage, blowing apart, like a blooming green plum.

The autumn rain fell on the coachman wrapped in the hood of the red robe.

The ornate silk drapes are occasionally blown up by the wind in the rain, revealing the lazy figure sitting on the side of the carriage.

The wheels ran over the mud, leaving rut marks, but they were soon wiped clean by the falling autumn rain.

In the rain, the carriage slowly stopped, and the horses snorted and stopped.

It is half a mountain away from the battlefield of dozens of white-clothed battles in green clothes.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted slightly, and a pair of eyes looked out from behind the carriage, piercing through the heavy rain curtain, and looking at the battle clearly.

"What a leader in the civil and military gold list, he deserves to be a teenager who shocked half of the world."

A languid voice came from the carriage.

"No wonder you can kill Lin Yun."

"What does Sect Master Nan think, how is this son?"

The Three Princes said.

The figure in the red robe and hood trembled slightly, slowly raised his head, and under the hood, an old face with even eyebrows appeared.

It is the suzerain of the Donglu Sword Sect, the Donglu Sword Saint, Nanye Huo.

"This son...... Talented like a demon, he is the top genius in this Tang Three Thousand Academy. ”

"Lu Ze is not as good as him, Luoyang is not as good as him, Li Yuanzhen ...... Nor as good as him. ”

Nanye Huo said in a hoarse voice.

"Oh?"

In the carriage, the Sword Saint who listened to the third prince's evaluation of Li Yuanzhen was also surprised and raised his eyebrows.

"Only Jiang Linglong, Wei Sheng, and that Ximen Xianxian Immortal can compare with it."

Nanye Huo said again.

The three princes became more and more surprised.

"Ximen Xianxian, I understand, what kind of righteousness is he accumulating, although the gold list is not ranked high this time, but the palace test may be a blockbuster, but it is a pity that he is under the command of the eldest brother."

"Wei Sheng is the remnant bloodline of the royal family of the Eight Dynasties, and it is understandable that he has bloodline talent."

"As the only daughter of King Jiang Wu, Sister Linglong has inherited the new bloodline of King Jiang Wu, although it has not been activated, but the potential is unlimited."

Fang Lang...... How to compare with them? ”

The third prince asked lightly.

Donglu Sword Saint Nanye Huo just shook his head, his voice overshadowed the sound of rain, and said hoarsely: "Intuition, and he pulled out the lotus life." ”

The third prince's voice was faint: "This joke is not funny. ”

"If His Highness wants to be his enemy, then the old man's suggestion ...... Kill him before he rises. ”

Nan Yehuo said seriously: "So, the old man personally drove for His Highness this time. ”

Heaven and earth fell into a deathly silence.

For a long time, the third prince chuckled, but his words were very calm.

"It's a pity that you can't kill ...... This son is the leader of the civil and military gold list, the most eye-catching person in the palace test, he wants to die, and he can't die in my hands. ”

"If he dies at my hands, my father will be angry."

Nanye was silent.

It seems to think of the horror of the anger of the supreme being in the deep palace.

After a long time, Nanye Huo spoke hoarsely: "Then accept him, you can't accept it...... and destroyed him. ”

The third prince lowered the luxurious silk curtain, leaned lazily in the soft carriage, and exhaled.

"Yes."

Rain, keep falling.

Nanye Huo, under the hood of the red robe, raised his hand, and a wail came from the dense forest, and a wild wolf with demonic energy was captured and detained by an invisible force, and howled miserably in the air.

Nanye Huo slowly loosened his eyebrows and threw his hand.

The wild wolf suddenly appeared in the air like a boulder thrown by a catapult, cutting an arc and smashing into the young man in Tsing Yi in the next mountain.

The reins are whipped gently.

The wheels of the carriage finally turned, breaking the static splashing ink landscape and crushing the wind and rain to move forward.

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Fang Lang stopped in place with his double swords.

In the dantian, the aura is overflowing to the extreme, and the sword intent seeds in the dantian are also intensifying the transformation of sword qi.

Suddenly, within the cyclone, a trace of sword qi was condensed and formed.

Rumble!

With a muffled sound, the shackles of the fourth-stage sword master were broken, the rain around him was invisibly distorted, and Fang Lang stepped into the fifth-stage sword master.

And the aura harvested is still surging, and the aura reserves required by the fifth-stage sword master are constantly stacked until they are complete, however, if Fang Lang wants to break through, he still needs to transform the sword qi completely.

When the last student of Chang'an Academy who was pulled to the ground, his face was pale, and he limped into the rain.

Fang Lang raised his head suddenly, looking at the sky curtain intertwined with autumn rain.

The rain curtain was smashed, and a wriggling black object was thrown at him!

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Under the overturned rain curtain, the carriage seemed to shrink into inches through the mountains in the wind and rain, and it was only three hundred zhang away from the young man in Tsing Yi.

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