On the top of the main hall paved with glazed tiles, four Rui beasts at the corners of the ink-colored eaves face the vast starry sky.

The chill of late autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

Heavy black clouds condensed in the night sky, and the interior seemed to be accumulating a heavy first snow of late autumn, as if it could not bear the weight of the snow, and fell towards the world, bringing an endless sense of crampedness to the whole world. Grabbing

On the blue brick ring in the white jade square, there was only a figure in a green shirt that was as small as an ant compared to the towering palace.

Fang Lang was holding an obsidian sword, with a warm smile on his face, and the clothes in the green shirt were flapping in the night sky, like a flag blowing and making a "poof" sound.

The white jade square in front of the entire Taiji Palace was dead silent.

On both sides of the royal road, it stretches all the way to Suzaku Gate, and then all the way down from Suzaku Street, and it seems to become silent. 巘戅 chasing the text

The people who watched this battle all opened their mouths wide and didn't know how to behave.

The gamblers clutched the gambling slip in their hands in a daze, and the sweat secreted from their bodies completely wet the gambling slip, their faces were like ashes, and the despair was clearly visible on their faces.

Ximen Xianxian, who won the top prize, was defeated and lost to Fang Lang, a dark horse that not many people were optimistic about before the start of this palace test.

Fang Lang is the first on the civil and military gold list, but from the beginning, not many people are optimistic about Fang Lang, because Fang Lang's cultivation is too low, it is difficult to stand out in the palace examination, and most people think that Fang Lang will be brushed off in the first round.

But he never thought that this son was extremely coquettish in an extremely fancy way, in a way that shocked the world's attention, and squeezed into the last of the palace examination with boundless waves...... The battle for the champion!

With the defeat of Ximen Xianxian, there was no suspense, and the battle for the champion occurred between Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong, the daughter of King Wu.

In fact, everyone actually has some psychological expectations for the defeat of Ximen Xianxian.

After all, Fang Lang defeated Li Yuanzhen, the top favorite, and the possibility of winning Ximen Xianxian is also very high.

However, the most shocking thing is that the competition between Fang Lang and Ximen Xianxian is actually a comparison with Li Yuanzhen, which is even more bells and whistles!

Step on the flying sword, mouth like a river, hold the ice bow while reciting poetry!

The way of poetry, obviously is Ximen Xianxian is the best one, you must know that Ximen Xianxian is famous in Chang'an, that is, in the Chang'an Teaching Division, "one poem a day, sleep every night Chang'an flower", he is famous for poetry, and now ...... But he was defeated by poetry again!

This is the point that makes everyone in an uproar.

In front of the Tai Chi Palace.

The eldest prince's eyebrows frowned slightly, and his eyes flashed with a look of disappointment.

On the other side, Lu Taixuan laughed and stroked his palm gently: "It's not in vain that the old man deliberately came to watch this battle soberly." ”

"Among the younger generation, the two talents who are best in poetry and love in Chang'an competed, and they really burst out with different fireworks."

"Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon."

"Good! This poem is simply full of joy for people who love wine! ”

Zai Fu Lu Taixuan laughed, he really couldn't help it, originally in the imperial city, he was extremely restrained himself, and he would not easily take out the gourd to drink.

But......

In this verse, how can it taste without wine?

With a "pop", he pulled out the gourd plug and drank the wine in a big gulp!

While drinking, he also smiled: "I am often a guest in the sad autumn, and I have been on stage alone for more than a hundred years......"

"Tasteful, flavorful enough."

"Don't worry about the road ahead, no one in the world knows you...... After tonight, in the Tang world, no one knows the name of Fang Lang! ”

Li Pu on the side glanced at Lu Taixuan, his face expressionless.

This old thing, boasting so much, I'm afraid I just want to find a chance to have a drink.

"Ximen Xianxian has been accumulating Haoran Qi for several years, and he should not have been defeated so easily, when Fang Lang's poetry is indeed one in a million...... In particular, the sentence 'Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds' had the strongest impact on Ximen Xianxian. ”

"What seems to be a comical and ridiculous battle is actually a spiritual confrontation between Confucianism and Taoism."

"Ximen Xianxian didn't lose his strength, he lost poetry."

Li Puyi said lightly.

The surrounding officials also bowed their heads one after another, and many Wenchen were still immersed in the speechless poems of Ximen Xianxian who was speechless at the moment.

The eldest prince's eyes twinkled and he smiled.

"If the immortal is defeated, he will be defeated, and it can only be said that he has no champion."

"The next battle for champions is the highlight of this palace test."

The eldest prince spoke.

The officials quieted down for a long time, and they all said yes.

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Ximen Xianxian was lying on the cold ground of Baiyu Square, he looked blankly at the black pressure and cramped clouds falling above the night sky.

His mind was full of Fang Lang's loud and thunderous verses.

The imperial doctor in the palace rushed to check on his injuries, in fact, Ximen Xianxian's injuries were not serious, but serious heartaches.

Fang Lang defeated Ximen Xian Xian Xian Immortal in his proudest strength, and the blow to Ximen Xian Immortal was naturally very great.

Staggering up, Ximen Xianxian wiped the blood from his forehead.

Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds.

This sentence had a great impact on him.

His eyes were shining, and they were even brighter.

He arched his hand towards Fang Lang in the ring, although Fang Lang didn't look at it again, but Ximen Xianxian felt that his heart was gradually opening up.

Fang Lang's three poems broke his heroic spirit and his state of mind.

But he also learned from three poems.

"Brother Lang's poetry, Xian Xian knows that he is not as good, when the palace test is over, Xian Xian will have a long talk with Brother Lang all night, hoping that Brother Lang will be fulfilled and complete those few poems."

Ximen Xianxian smiled.

Then, he turned around, his shirt fluttering in the night breeze, outlining his body, and striding away.

In this battle, Ximen Xianxian was convinced, and the only pity was that he failed to complete the entrustment of the eldest prince and won the champion position.

He has accumulated great energy for several years, but after all, it still fell short.

It's a bit of a pity.

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Jiang Linglong wore a veil and quietly watched standing in the ring, his green shirt flying, bathing in the moonlight.

The eyes as dazzling as the stars shimmered with a faint brilliance.

Next to the royal road, in the crowd, Steward Yu stood on tiptoe, and also looked at Fang Lang, who was heroic and dry in the ring, and his heart fluctuated for a while.

Steward Yu still remembers that at the beginning of the Luojiang Qianfei Pavilion, Fang Lang wanted to ask for the girl's name but couldn't.

And now, the boy can already stand on the same level as the girl.

The things in the world are simply amazing, who would have thought that in a short period of time, a teenager could grow to such a height!

The chief eunuch walked under the two nameplates, and between his hands, the only two intact nameplates were suspended in the air at this moment, and after the collision, they confronted each other.

"The last battle, the battle for the champion." Grabbing

When the words fell, the entire White Jade Square suddenly burst into an uproar, and there was an exclamation, tearing apart the black clouds on the top!

Jiang Linglong got up from the preparation area, and Wan Ting's group of plain whites, holding Ji Xue's sword in his hand, wearing a veil, and three thousand green silks like a waterfall.

Step by step, her eyes like starlight, she walked towards the ring.

She is also looking forward to today's battle.

"Let me see, you now...... How strong. ”

The red lips under the girl's veil are slightly raised.

On the blue brick ring, Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong stood opposite each other, as if the whole world was quiet at this time.

The cold moonlight broke through the heavy black clouds and sprinkled down, like a spotlight that gathered the whole world and hit the ring at this moment.

A corner of White Jade Square.

The veiled princess Pei Shi excitedly pointed to Pei Xiao, who had a cool face next to her, and whispered: "It's time to fight!" ”

"Ling'er and Xiao Fang are going to fight!"

"Xiao Fang's poems just now are so good, will Ling'er accidentally stab Xiao Fang to death?"

"Ling'er is the same as her father, and when she fights, she is neither light nor heavy."

Pei Xiao's face was expressionless, and he didn't bother to answer his crooked sister.

However, his cool face lasted only three seconds, and his face was full of hideousness, because Princess Pei Shi twisted his ears and said angrily: "You are talking!" ”

Pei Yu wanted to cry in his heart.

This sister, don't do it.

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The chill of late autumn, biting and biting, whistling over the entire Chang'an City.

Several autumn rains in a row have dropped the temperature to a very low level in the cold night, and on Baiyu Square, people wearing heavy cotton clothes rub their hands and take a breath, and they can see the whiteness.

Accompanied by the crisp sound of the golden gong.

The battle for the champion of this scientific expedition was easily launched on the cyan ring.

Countless people stood on tiptoe, and countless people looked forward to it.

Even the many civil and military officials in front of the Taiji Hall were staring intently.

In the ring, Fang Lang was carrying a sword box, a seat in green clothes, showing a warm smile, looking at the veiled old Jiang, his smile became more and more bright.

Tonight, it's another night of squeezing the old ginger.

Fighting, it is definitely an in-depth exchange!

So Fang Lang naturally smiled brightly.

"If you still have the bells and whistles to win Li Yuanzhen and Ximen Xianxian before, then if you admit defeat early, I will beat you until you cry." Jiang Linglong's eyes were like stars, and he was also smiling brightly, and his words were mixed with a little smile.

Fang Lang grinned, raised his hand, held the obsidian sword and pointed diagonally at the hilt of the sky, and slowly pulled it out, and then, the tip of the sword, which was as black as ink, pointed obliquely at the blue bricks on the ground.

"Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang."

Jiang Linglong bowed slightly.

"Guozijian, Jiang Linglong."

"Please advise."

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Airplanes!

With a sword roar, the air above the ring exploded, rolling up a thin wave that could not be seen clearly.

Fang Lang held the obsidian in his hand, stepped out in one step, and the spirit void sword step!

The aura and sword aura on his body were stirring and boiling at the moment he took a step, and he wanted to be full of bells and whistles against Lao Jiang?!

Fighting with a sword is enough to live up to his difficulty and stand here facing Jiang Linglong!

On the ring, more than a dozen Tsing Yi figures appeared in an instant, like a dream in the dark night, and now Fang Lang is already a sixth-stage sword master, with sword energy in his heart, and his steps are more relaxed.

With just one breath, he suddenly approached Jiang Linglong's side.

However, Fang Lang lowered his body, the tip of the obsidian sword pierced the ground, and the sharp obsidian that could be broken was like a tofu, piercing into the green bricks of the ring, and drew the sword in an instant!

It seems that sword qi is erupting from the floor tiles!

Draw the sword!

Like a black thunderbolt, it grows from the earth, bursting and shocking!

The boy wields a sword and slashes the world!

Jiang Linglong's eyes froze, he was not careless, the cultivation of the nine-stage sword master was fully revealed, and his slender and white fingers were as white as snow pointed on Ji Xue's scabbard, and in an instant, a sword qi swept out.

It's like a spring breeze!

The boy's domineering sword collides with the girl's soft wind.

Bite!

A crunch sound, sparks splash!

The huge force burst out, Fang Lang switched to the state of the four bonds, and with the blessing of the power of the third-stage martial artist, it was actually comparable to Jiang Linglong of the nine-stage sword master in terms of sword power collision.

Jiang Linglong's body swayed, and within the dantian cyclone, the sword qi was vigorous!

The sword in his hand shakes, the spring rain of the four seasons of swordsmanship!

Countless sword blossoms seemed to have turned into a continuous spring rain, like oil moistening everything, sticking to Fang Lang's obsidian sword, no matter how Fang Lang struggled, it seemed that he couldn't shake it off!

This is a sword momentum of four or two thousand pounds!

Fang Lang had used the borrowing card to understand Lao Jiang's perception of the Four Seasons Sword, but in the real face of Lao Jiang, Fang Lang had never hidden any shadow of the Four Seasons Sword in his swordsmanship, that was the act of looking for a draw.

Sword drawing is the most domineering, but Spring Rain Sword Momentum is the best sword move to crack the sword drawing technique.

Fang Lang was also not in a hurry, his mind was precipitated, he knew that it was difficult to win Lao Jiang, but Fang Lang had accumulated so many hole cards, and he would not admit defeat easily.

Raise your left hand, make a Buddha flower, push forward, and flick your fingers to the sword wave!

Airplanes!

The silent air exploded, Jiang Linglong's eyebrows frowned slightly, and Ji Xue, who had been pressing obsidian, pulled back, turning into an arc, like a filament, erected in the center of Jiang Linglong's eyebrows and eyes!

The sword wave bounced, but it was actually split in two by Ji Xuejian, rolled up on Jiang Linglong's side, and rushed to the ground, making the green bricks crack silently!

Fang Lang took this opportunity to get out of the obsidian, the tip of the sword touched the ground, completed the arc, bounced up with the force, accompanied by the sword groan, and whipped towards Jiang Linglong!

This is Liu Bubai's proud sword move, Fang Lang has learned to the next level! 巘戅wonderful book garden

Jiang Linglong also seemed to see something, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Bells and whistles." Grabbing

Jiang Linglong scolded lightly.

However, the sword in her hand also flung forward, and the sword qi erupted from the cyclone, and in an instant, countless sword lights were as violent as rain!

Fang Lang only felt in a trance in front of him, as if he was facing a large group of torrential rain constantly pouring!

Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide!

This is completely different from the old ginger swordsmanship on the sword competition, and the Four Seasons Sword that has been blessed with swordsmanship is simply desperate!

If Li Yuanzhen is the first swordsman in this scientific examination, then Jiang Linglong is the first swordsman in this scientific examination!

Fang Lang's eyes froze, and when he was in the air, he spun at high speed, and between the rotations, the Liansheng Sword flew out of the box, collided with Jiang Linglong's Xia Yu sword momentum, and bounced back.

Fang Lang held the sword in both hands, shaped like flowing water, and waved it in front of him, dancing in an instant, and countless sword qi formed an airflow that stirred around!

Jiang Linglong used the extremely domineering nine-stage sword master cultivation to press Fang Lang to fight!

This is pure cultivation oppression!

Fang Lang's two-handed sword swung rapidly, and an extremely fine sword net seemed to be intertwined in front of him!

Ding Ding Ding!

Fang Lang used the double sword flow, but he was pressed back by Jiang Linglong!

Outside the ring, everyone was dazzled, this was a simple clash of swordsmanship geniuses.

The two of them fought from one end to the other from the ring, and suddenly they swung their swords like a dance.

One person is soft, and one is strong!

Everywhere in the ring, the sword shadows of the two were located.

The sword qi is stirring in every corner, and the crisp sound of the sword chant is like a song of mountains and flowing water!

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The surrounding people were in an uproar and were very happy!

There is no earth-shattering killing intent, no grievances and hatreds, everyone looks at this battle, like listening to the rain in Xiaolou, and the mood is quiet.

"This battle is picturesque."

In the crowd, Wen Ting, who was holding a sword, muttered, and suddenly, there seemed to be blue waves in front of his eyes, and the picture of dancing with Yiren under the peach blossom tree appeared.

Dean Cui stroked his beard, with a kind smile on his face, this girl, this kid......

His eyes were cloudy and fluctuating, thinking back to the past.

The years have not been read, and it has been half a life.

Among the ten major sect masters.

Holding the sword towards Xiaojian, he snorted: "Bells and whistles." ”

And Su Yunyu on the side added with a smile: "It's pleasing to the eye." ”

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"Fang Lang, if you use these methods, you are afraid that you will lose."

Jiang Linglong said.

Her words were mixed with a bit of laughter and joy!

can see Fang Lang with all the bells and whistles, she is actually a little happy in her heart!

"Then I'm serious!"

Fang Lang's twin swords were like entangled twin snakes, rolling up a sharp sword wind in the cold night, and retreating in an instant, tearing Jiang Linglong's Xia Yu sword momentum shroud!

With one step, the blood and blood clothes on his body appeared, like a fire in the dark night.

Three-stage martial artist!

Fang Lang roared, and Tsing Yi swayed!

It was like a thunder snake roaring in a black cloud.

Fang Lang actually threw out the Lotus Sword and the Obsidian Sword at the same time, wrapped in a huge force, and suddenly turned into two angry dragons and shot towards Jiang Linglong!

Jiang Linglong's eyes became serious, and his face behind the veil was as quiet as autumn water!

Ji Xue slapped forward in his hand, his body turned tactfully, and the white gauze skirt bloomed layer by layer like a brilliant white rose in the dark night!

Autumn water is like rippling blue waves.

The sword aura is like autumn rain!

The Lotus Life Sword and the Obsidian Sword that shot at the scene were like a quagmire, hanging in the air!

Fang Lang, who is running, suddenly stepped down!

There is a faint blood rolling in the eyes!

Bonding object, Wei Sheng's bloodline talent: Berserk!

Fang Lang's figure pulled the remnants of the aisle in the ring, and instantly got closer, his fists wrapped in the surging qi and blood of the explosion, and smashed the hilts of the Liansheng Sword and the Obsidian Sword that were frozen in the air!

The third-stage martial artist, under the blessing of the berserk, seems to have burst out with the strength of the sixth-stage martial artist!

These two fists smashed down on the head, and Jiang Linglong's autumn water was directly torn apart by the two swords!

A flash of panic flashed in Jiang Linglong's eyes!

What the hell!

A bit like Wei Sheng's bloodline talent?

Really...... Fang Lang, this guy, just can't stop the bells and whistles!

Ding! 淘戅戅

Jiang Linglong's body twisted, and the Liansheng and Obsidian swords suddenly shot out, piercing into the ring, blasting the ring into two small pits, and the two swords were each pierced in the pit, and the hilt of the sword shook nonstop.

And Fang Lang was already close to Jiang Linglong, spinning his delicate body that had just landed.

Martial arts, interception!

Even if it is a sword cultivator, being close to the body by a powerful martial cultivator, the end is extremely miserable!

Jiang Linglong encountered this situation at the moment, although Fang Lang was only a third-stage martial artist, but Fang Lang's violent situation brought Jiang Linglong a sense of crisis!

A powerful sword qi burst out from his body, and Jiang Linglong smashed his sword.

Fang Lang's interception was also a little difficult to suppress Jiang Linglong's sword!

This is the difference in rank!

However, the corners of Fang Lang's mouth are grinning, it's not over yet!

A touch of golden light flashed at the bottom of his eyes, and the spirit pupils!

Instant spell, spirit cone!

Jiang Linglong only felt a tingling pain in Lingnian, a trance, and the sword in his hand was half a beat slower than if it was smashed!

Fang Lang infinitely smashed out the spirit cone.

This is a spiritual thought attack, a spiritual attack at close range, Jiang Linglong's eyes flashed with white light, Fang Lang was stunned to find that the spirit cones were useless!

"Bells and whistles!"

Jiang Linglong scolded.

A sword was smashed out again, but this sword was as cold as snow falling in the sky!

Everything that seems to be scraped withered!

Winter Snow of the Four Seasons Sword!

Fang Lang is also speechless, the explosion of the two bloodline talents can't take you!

However, Fang Lang still has hole cards!

Raising his hand and pushing horizontally, the overlap is like drawing a big circle, and there is a vast aura bursting out from his body!

Raise your hand.

On top of the ring, a tornado rose on the ground, rolling up from the feet of Jiang Linglong and Fang Lang!

Jiang Linglong's eyes changed suddenly!

Are you a changeable boy?!

Sword, martial arts, arts, Confucianism......

What will be a little bit?!

Rumble!

Winter Snow Sword Momentum is broken!

In the shock of everyone, in Ximen Xianxian's stunned face, Jiang Linglong was held up by Fang Lang, rolled into the tornado, and soared.

Jiang Linglong was annoyed and angry, the sword momentum in her hand rose again, and the terrifying sword intent spread from her body!

She actually mastered the sword intent of the Four Seasons Sword Technique!

It's just a demonic to the extreme!

"Four seasons in one!"

Jiang Linglong gritted his teeth, a little flustered!

However, as soon as the sword intent spread, Fang Lang's dantian cyclone, the sword intent seed trembled, and Jiang Linglong's sword intent suddenly retracted.

Fang Lang punched out, pressed Jiang Linglong's sword-smashing hand, raised his other hand, and flicked his fingers in front of Jiang Linglong.

Sword waves erupt like a breeze!

Jiang Linglong's veil suddenly exploded!

A very beautiful face, exposed to the night.

Above his head, the black clouds that were pressed down finally couldn't hold it back.

A little bit of snow, sprinkled and falling down.

In the sky above the ring, Fang Lang pressed Jiang Linglong with his interception fist, and from the dissipating clouds, he roared and fell.

White skirts, green shirts, snow in the sky.

The white python that Haoran Qi turned into quickly swept by, as if it turned into a breeze and spread flat on Jiang Linglong's back.

Make the latter's back fall gently.

Fang Lang's eyes flickered slightly, and he withdrew his gaze from Jiang Linglong's stunningly beautiful face that was exposed to the air.

raised his hand and flicked his fingers at Jiang Linglong's eyebrows, which were as white as snow.

Jiang Linglong, who was playing, raised his head sluggishly, and the green silk and white skirts were scattered all over the ground like flowers.

Fang Lang got up, dusted off his green shirt, looked up at the snow, and chuckled.

"Old Jiang, admit it."

PS: In one breath, Lao Li, who is still not short, this war is difficult to write, and it takes a long time to revise and rewrite! Ask for a commuter pass! Ask for a referral ticket!