The white Confucian shirt bloomed in the ring like a flower, spread out flat, dyed with a little blood red, looking bewitching and desolate.

Heaven and earth are dead, and there seems to be only the sound of flowers blooming. Grabbing

Drops of cold rain slapped on Li Yuanzhen's face, so cold, so hot, cold was rain, hot I don't know if it was tears or blood.

There was silence all around.

This much-anticipated battle, this one in the eyes of everyone, should have been a battle of dragons and tigers, at least there should have been a back-and-forth martial arts competition, and the end was beyond everyone's expectations.

The two sides of the victory and defeat are also very different from everyone's expectations.

No one thought that Fang Lang could win, Li Yuanzhen, as a nine-stage magician, as the most talented and powerful magician in this scientific expedition, how could he lose?

When that rainstorm appeared like a knife, everyone thought that Fang Lang would lose, and he would be cut by the rain knife and dying, and finally lose all his combat effectiveness, like a puddle of mud lying in the ring, begging Li Yuanzhen to stop.

But in fact, it was Li Yuanzhen who was picked up by Fang Lang in an extremely bells and whistles, and then thrown down.

All the bells and whistles for the other wave.

For Li Yuanzhen, it was extremely humiliating.

Ordinary people were still deeply immersed in the extremely cool attack formed by Fang Lang's flying sword.

Can a flying sword still play like this?

It's simply trampling on their worldview with impunity.

The gamblers looked at Li Yuanzhen, who was lying in the ring and was treated by the eunuch who was a strong eunuch in the palace, desperately grabbed his hair, clutched the gambling list, and his eyes were bloodshot from the depths of his throat, and he let out a wail as if the sky was about to collapse.

The continuous wailing of the river tide on the first line of the river and the sea alarmed the government and the opposition, and even attracted the attention of many court officials.

In front of the Tai Chi Palace.

The atmosphere was quite weird, the eldest prince seemed to be smiling, and the surrounding officials didn't know what to say.

Li Puyi seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and looked at his son who fell in the ring, in a pool of blood, who had been given great hope by him.

However, the son who was once in the spotlight and was called the future champion by everyone was defeated in the first battle of the martial arts, and he was defeated very badly!

Like withered yellow flowers.

Next to him, Lu Taixuan was not sarcastic, but let out a sigh.

"It's a talent, but it's a pity ......"

Lu Taixuan's words were very light, but in front of the extremely quiet Taiji Palace at this moment, they were very clear.

Li Pu's eyes shrank, and his body shook violently.

Everyone looked at each other and was speechless for a while.

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In the area where the sect masters of the ten major sects are located, Su Yunyu, the sect master of the Thousand Fei Pavilion, is in good spirits again!

The eyelashes of her beautiful eyes were trembling slightly, and her eyes were shining in the ring, staring at the handsome and cool young man in Tsing Yi who was stepping on a flying sword.

"Good! Fang Lang's little brother fought this battle beautifully, clean and neat, without dragging mud and water at all, using Qianfei Pavilion's Flowing Fire Flying Sword to assist in the attack, it was simply a genius battle idea, Qianfei Pavilion's flying sword was a perfect match for Fang Lang's little brother! ”

Su Yunyu said while stroking his palm.

Chao Xiaojian on the side rolled his eyes with white hair and white eyebrows, and mentioned the flying sword of Qianfei Pavilion twice in one sentence, and the nature of this woman businessman was exposed.

The Sect Master of the Cloud Sky Sect on the side, as well as the Sect Master of the Fourth Ring Tower, had a twinkle in their eyes.

"Fang Lang was able to win this battle and win with a strength far inferior to Li Yuanzhen, mainly because of the flying sword, in addition to the unexpected tactical formulation, the most important point was the ...... of that magic array."

"Let the flying sword suddenly accelerate, from extreme quiet to extreme speed, that magic array is the key!"

"This kind of array seems to be a new flying sword pressurization array...... I've never seen it before. ”

As soon as the two sect masters said a word, my eyes became brighter and brighter, as if they had discovered some huge business opportunities.

Su Yunyu, the sect leader of the Thousand Fei Pavilion, suddenly changed color, and his heart was secretly distressed.

I'm afraid that these two old foxes are also going to keep an eye on the waves above, and the magic array mastered by Fang Lang alone is enough to make the two old foxes tempted.

Two more competitors.

Su Yunyu is not afraid of the Sword Shu Sect, because the Sword Shu Sect is poor.

However, she was still quite worried about the Yunxiao Sect and the Fourth Ring Building, because they sold flying swords, flying swords...... It's a profiteering industry, so they have a lot of money.

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Prepare for war.

The atmosphere was equally stagnant, except for a series of shocks, but there were two different kinds of chaotic emotions.

"! It's you, Great God! ”

Liu Bubai's lips trembled.

Looking at Fang Lang's fiery red flowing fire, as well as the dazzling dragon raising his head and sword control skills, Liu Bubai subconsciously clamped his legs, which was an accidental reminiscence of that day's wandering.

It turned out that going around and around, Fang Lang ...... It's the one who took him flying!

On the other side, Luoyang, who was in a brocade robe, also widened his eyes: "It's him!" Zero Seven! "巘戅妙书苑iaos&#戅

Luoyang, as a semi-professional swordsman, was abused when he helped his sister Luo Qiuqiu abuse vegetables in the novice village, which was something he couldn't forget in his memory.

However, he actually saw the flying sword and swordsman who was haunted by his dreams in the first martial arts competition in the palace!

O great god!

Luoyang's body trembled slightly, and the magic array ...... It's the magic array that crushed him, so handsome!

Liu Bubai and Luoyang's strange emotions could not dispel the shock in the preparation area.

Even Jiang Linglong blinked his beautiful eyes.

Fang Lang won, and he actually won so neatly, beyond her imagination.

The candidates in the preparation area, while shocked, were all dignified.

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Li Yuanzhen lost, lost the first battle, and lost the qualification to compete for the champion.

You must know that if you want to become the champion, you must make the nameplate unbroken, pure and flawless, that is, you must not be defeated in a single game.

Li Yuanzhen was not pure, because the moment his nameplate was defeated, Fang Lang's nameplate knocked out a shocking crack.

The sound of crackling reverberates in every corner of the square.

Fang Lang put away the flying sword, shook off the blood on the Liansheng sword, and withdrew it into the sword box.

As for whether the use of flying swords is unruly, Wu Bi really did not stipulate that flying swords could not be used, and the eunuch in charge of assessing the rules did not say anything to stop it.

After all, when it comes to competition...... Who would use a flying sword in the average person?

From startup to acceleration, the time it took was enough to die several times.

Fang Lang, the monster, has superb flying sword control skills, and then, he has mastered that special pressurization array.

Ordinary people can't learn it.

In the ring, Fang Lang dusted off his Tsing Yi, looked at Li Yuanzhen who was carried off the ring, and smiled: "I forgot to tell you, a magician, I have the best set." ”

With a magic spirit cone that specializes in spiritual thoughts, Fang Lang is indeed extremely threatening to a sorcerer. Grabbing

Fighting with the sorcerer, I am most afraid of falling into the rhythm of the sorcerer, being overwhelmed by the extremely terrifying magic array, and bombing in turns.

The best way is to directly pick up the fly between the formation of their magic array.

Maybe Li Yuanzhen still has a more lethal array, but if Fang Lang doesn't give him a chance to release, then Li Yuanzhen has no way.

Li Yuanzhen's face was pale, his shirt was stained with blood, and he slowly closed his eyes, not wanting to listen to Fang Lang's words.

To him, these were all mockery of the loser by the winner.

"The battle for the champion?"

Fang Lang smiled.

From the beginning, he didn't think that the battle for the champion would be between him and Li Yuanzhen.

Fang Lang has always felt ......

The one who will really compete with him for the top spot will be...... Old ginger!

Fang Lang is looking forward to it, and he has been preparing and accumulating hole cards!

As soon as he thought of meeting Lao Jiang in the final champion battle, Fang Lang was so excited that his hand holding the sword was shaking, and he didn't know if he could trigger the passive and get a big reward!

The big eunuch floated into the ring and glanced at Fang Lang: "In the first battle, Fang Lang won." ”

Fang Lang had a warm smile on his face.

Then he walked out of the ring and returned to the preparation area.

The tokens suspended in front of the Taiji Palace began to hover rapidly again, but Fang Lang and Li Yuanzhen's tokens were not included for the time being.

When all the tokens have been confronted, the second round will be progressed.

The next two people to choose to fight against were not the Holy Emperor in the depths of Taiji Palace, but the great eunuch who shouted to stop and choose. 巘戅书仓网 sHUCangCC戅

Perhaps the opening battle between Fang Lang and Li Yuanzhen was too shocking, so the people and officials seemed careless about the next few competitions.

Even if Jiang Linglong stepped into the ring, it only made the surroundings more sparsely whispered.

The brilliance of Wubi seems to have been taken away by Fang Lang and Li Yuanzhen.

Liu Bubai also played, and his opponent was no one else, but Lu Ze.

Lu Ze of Chang'an Academy.

There is not much suspense in the battle, Liu Bubai was defeated very thoroughly, a sword master, against Lu Ze, a nine-stage sword master...... The suspense of victory or defeat is almost impossible to guess.

The only puzzling thing is that Liu Bubai, who lost, has a happy look on his face.

"I almost thought I could win this."

"It's too much to lie down to win...... I'm scared too. ”

"I always feel like someone is designing me and plotting against me."

Liu Bubai put away his sword, and walked off the ring with his chin held high, and those who didn't know thought that this battle was ...... The winner is that he is not white, which makes Lu Ze disgusted, and the wine is not fragrant, you are the loser, why are you happier than me, the winner?

The next few games were still flat and the response was not high.

The scorching sun is also from the noon sky, gradually slanting westward, and the temperature in late autumn begins to drop continuously.

"In the next game, the West Gate of Chang'an Academy will fight against Ni Wen of Luojiang Academy."

In front of the Taiji Palace, two nameplates collided together.

On the square, the people suddenly became energetic!

If Li Yuan is really famous for the large number of bettors, and Ximen is envious of the immortals...... It's simply a matter of fame.

He wrote a poem that day, and the feat of prostituting the oiran in white aroused the fascination of many people, and some people who couldn't do it took Ximen Xianxian as the object of fascination.

Therefore, when Ximen Xianxian appeared, the cheers of popularity were not weaker than Fang Lang's battle against Li Yuanzhen.

In front of the Tai Chi Palace.

The eldest prince sat on the chair, looking at Ximen Xianxian who was in the ring, and smiled with a little expectation.

Ximen Xianxian is the person he likes, he dug Ximen Xianxian out of the beggar heap, taught him to read, taught him to write, he is very confident in Ximen Xianxian's talent.

Ximen Xianxian's cultivation is not the traditional three roads, but Confucianism, there are many Confucianists in the Tang Dynasty, but there are very few people who can really be called Confucianism.

Ximen Xianxian uses the waves of red dust to raise Haoran Qi, and he intends to make a splash in this scientific expedition.

Therefore, the eldest prince has great expectations for him.

The sunset is like blood.

In the ring.

Ximen Xianxian held the folding fan, with the unique chic and uninhibited of a scholar, he looked up at the eldest prince on the Taiji Palace, smiling like a flower, his goal was the champion, so he had a reason not to lose a battle.

Ni Wen's body is wrapped in a green shirt, her pupils reflect the remnants, like a flame burning, she wants to prove herself, she wants to let the man who abandoned A-Niang and her see her excellence, and regret it!

She also has a reason not to lose!

Two people who both had reasons not to want to lose, stood on either side of the same ring.

It was like two colorful rays burning like fire in the evening sky.

PS: The fourth update arrived, I wrote until I was dizzy, I couldn't lift my fingers, I went to sleep, good night, and in addition, for the sake of Lao Li working so hard, I asked for a monthly ticket, and I asked for a recommended ticket~