"Knock", "knock", "knock", "knock", "knock".

The nine cowhide drums beat five times in a row, which was deafening, and the people around couldn't help but come back to their senses, staring straight at the martial arts platform in the center with wide eyes!

A young man dressed in white in the stands couldn't help but come back to his senses, looking at the martial arts stage in the middle, his eyes were staring at the boss, and his mouth was O-shaped! He looked down and saw that he was wearing ancient clothes, raised his hand and touched his head, and found that it was long hair, the kind of long hair in ancient times, and then looked around, one by one he was wearing ancient clothes, and the men all had long hair. "This! This! This! How so? Isn't it, I'm not? Didn't I cross over! Before he could come back to his senses and think about what was going on, he heard a voice from the stage.

"Next is Li Chailong, who came to the military family, eighteen years old, with a dragon shadow floating light sword technique, a sword out, such as a floating light glimpse without a trace, a sword can be turned into a hundred swords, innate realm!" An old man in a gorgeous official uniform said loudly in the middle of the stage, and then he shook off the dust in his hand.

"This TM looks like an old eunuch!" The man said secretly in his heart, and at the same time ruffian, looking disapproving.

"Please Li Chailong!" The old eunuch shouted loudly and pointed to the entrance of the east gate! The crowd then stood up and cheered loudly.

Li Chailong! Li Chailong! Li Chailong! Li Chailong! Li Chailong! ”

A man slowly walked from the entrance to the stage. I saw that he was well-proportioned in the dark, standing there quietly, his eyes were sharp, and he held a sword in his left hand, motionless, as if he was not breathing. If he is a master, he must be able to see that he is not breathless, only fetal suction, which is an important sign of a congenital master. Li Chailong is adjusting his state, no matter whether the opponent is strong or weak, he will go all out, the lion fights the rabbit, he should do his best! This is his consistent martial arts experience, although the opponent is not worthy of his full attack, there is only one person who is worthy of his full attack.

"Li Chailong's opponent in this game is Han Anyang, congenital realm! Coming to the Great Sect of the Rivers and Lakes, Xuanzhen Daomen, eighteen years old, Daomen really solves the twelve killing swords, the sword chases the soul and kills the soul, so far in this martial arts competition, Han Anyang has not used all the twelve swords! The old eunuch paused, saw that the atmosphere was high, and said, "Because the other party has not yet reached the twelve swords, the other party has been defeated under his sword!" Please Han Anyang! Everyone's eyes looked toward the entrance of the West Gate.

Suddenly, a figure, as if floating in the air, and as if flying in the air, you feel that he is very slow, but he is actually very fast, this flying in the air body, it is really like a ghost, when people see him clearly, he is already standing on the stage of martial arts, and Li Chailong, far away! Dressed in a green shirt, his face was filled with a smile, and the sword turned around in his hand a few times to pull out a few sword flowers, so he looked like a good son!

Han Anyang! Han Anyang! Han Anyang! Han Anyang! Han Anyang! ”

The crowd shouted, and the shouts at this time were louder than just now, it may be that Han Anyang showed this clever light skill! The white-clothed young man in the stands said silently in his heart, "It's really a stylish appearance, the more people pretend to be forced, the more they embroider pillows - it's useless!" See how you lose! ”

"Knock him down, the one in black! I've got you covered! The young man in white felt that this Han Anyang was too handsome, and his martial arts were high, which attracted the attention of too many people, as if wherever he went, he was the focus there, and everyone's eyes should pay attention to him!

Suddenly there was silence! The cheers just now fell silent. All turned their heads to the young man in white, staring at him one by one, as frightened as if they had seen a ghost!

Even the two sides on the stage who were preparing for the competition turned their heads to look at him, their eyes full of questions!

"What is he talking about! How he sat there! Li Chai Long and Han Anyang thought of it in their hearts! Shocked, this guy!

"Go on, go on, go on!" The young man in white smiled wryly, "Go on!" Look at what Lao Tzu is doing! Turning his head, he yelled at the crowd that was still watching him! Then he sat down like no one, and his face was so thick that he could still see it.

"The joust begins!" The old eunuch was also stunned, and he recovered in an instant, and walked off the stage as soon as he finished speaking.

"I was born with a sword bone, I was literate at the age of three, and I practiced swords at the age of five, and I have been thirteen years now, and I have obtained the true meaning of the sword!" Han Anyang slowly pulled out the long sword in his hand, and the cold light on the sword was bursting, a sharp weapon of the world!

"You talk a lot of nonsense!" Before Li Chailong's voice fell, the person was gone!

It's not that he's gone, it's that he's too fast, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it's like he's not there, and the young man in white sees it very clearly, Li Chailong is holding a sword in his hand and stabbing straight at Han Anyang!

"Ding Ding Ding"

The sound of swords colliding came from the stage, and people could only vaguely see a black shadow, a cyan shadow, flying in the air, and intersecting on the ground in a hurry.

In an instant, two violent figures collided! Separate from each other!

Li Chai Long and Han Anyang are still standing far away, but Li Chai Long is standing where Han Anyang was standing, and Han Anyang is standing where Li Chai Long was standing! Loud moves!

"A total of one hundred and eight swords, not bad!" Li Chailong said slowly, "You took it very well, use your Dao Sect True Twelve Killing Sword, otherwise you won't have a chance!" Only then did he lay his sword across his chest and make a gesture of drawing it.

"He sealed himself with his sword scabbard and attacked one hundred and eight swords, Han Anyang took one hundred and eight swords, and he didn't fight back with a single move, he was just beaten passively! If this Han Anyang doesn't have any tricks, big moves or something, he will be defeated! The young man in white had a solemn look on his face, his brows lowered, and he was rarely serious.

"Sword of Death!" Han Anyang's green shirt floated up slowly, not because of the wind, but because of the murderous aura! Murderous intent is thick!

"Kill!" The sword was unsheathed, and Han Anyang turned into a streamer and rushed towards Li Chailong! When did the sword come out of its sheath? When did people make the move?

The streamer appeared, and it was not until the streamer dissipated that the killing sound began!

"Kill"

"Kill"

"Kill"

………

The martial arts stage is full of sword shadows, like a storm in the sky, everywhere, nowhere to hide, because it is all swords, all killing moves, how can people use such swordsmanship? How can a person catch such a sword technique?!

"Not bad! Not bad! It's really a stunt! But you don't get the three flavors, you can only use sword skills indiscriminately, if your master comes to me, I will be invincible, you! Hahaha! Li Chailong laughed, "It's my turn, the glimpse of the light - broken!" ”

In the sword light in the sky, a black shadow became clearer and clearer.

Li Chailong's sword flickered left and right in his hand, and suddenly the sword stabbed upward, and suddenly the sword slashed downward, and the swordsmanship was chaotic, like a madman without logic. People who don't know martial arts anymore look like a child's playful trick, all sword moves are flawed, only a random stab can stab Li Chailong.

Looking at Li Chailong's sword, sword after sword, Han Anyang was extremely aggrieved! His sword moves, whenever he wants to make a sword move, Li Chailong's sword intercepts his sword, so that he can't make a move, the sword move can't be successful, the killing move can't appear, and he has to change his tricks in a decadence, suppressing him twelve moves in a row!

"Volley Finger!" When Li Chailong's sword just intercepted Han Anyang's sword, Han Anyang seized the fleeting opportunity and pointed out angrily with his left hand!

In a hurry, his hands were spread into palms, protected on his chest, and his powerful finger force shook the force chasing dragon backwards again and again, and he retreated more than a dozen steps in a row before he unloaded his finger power!

"I don't want to play with you anymore, take out your strongest sword, and we'll be the best!"

Han Anyang turned his sword horizontally, and said slowly, "Daomen True Solution Twelve Killing Swords", and then, his movements were like slow motion, one sword move of twelve killing swords, two sword moves of twelve killing swords, and three sword moves of twelve killing swords......... There are a total of twelve sword moves, how can one person perform twelve sword moves at the same time?! When the twelve killing swords were made at the same time, they killed like Li Chailong, and it seemed that there were twelve Han Anyang on the stage against one Li Chailong at the same time!

"Dragon Flying Nine Days!" Li Chailong shouted, and the whole person flew into the air, and the powerful sword qi turned into a black dragon! Descending from the sky, the dragon opened its huge mouth, and first roared, rushing to the ground, to the air, the omnipresent Twelve Killing Sword!

"Boom"

"Boom"

"Boom"

………

Daomen really solves the twelve killing swords, and it changes again!

The twelve Han Anyang, who seemed to use sword moves, overlapped one by one strangely at this time, one, two, three, ......... Twelve and again into one!

The combination of twelve kills becomes one!

At this time, the air seems to freeze, making it difficult to breathe! No!

It's not air, it's boundless killing intent!

The heavens and the earth suddenly darkened, as if the heavens and the earth alternated in an instant, killing moves! Appear!

Li Chailong violently lifted Zhenyuan to his whole body, turned around and ran backwards! Only a remnant of turning was left in place!

He held the sword high with both hands, he arched one foot, and jumped straight on the other, trotting towards Han Anyang in a particularly weird posture!

"Broken Days!" At this time, the young man in white realized that his strange trotting posture was imitating horse riding! He's not running, he's on a horse! This is a martial art in the army, the two armies are facing each other, the cavalry charges each other, people borrow the horse's momentum, the horse helps the manpower, and the impact of the fast-running military horse is very huge!

Often, with just one move, you can cut enemy cavalry in half! Half on the left, half on the right, this move is very powerful and cruel!

In today's words: the ultimate aesthetics of violence!

Two sword qi, angry bullfighting, straight through the heavens and the earth, colliding in the sky, the two forces, and finally converged into one, like water waves from the inside and outside!

The sword qi that lost control went on a rampage! Fortunately, there is a formation on the martial arts stage, otherwise this aftermath can destroy the martial arts arena! They are only in the innate realm!

When the sword light dissipates, the entire martial arts platform will be reduced to ashes and will no longer exist!