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In the eastern sky, there is a faint whiteness of fish belly, but this faint paleness melts into the still dark and dreary dome, a little lonely. To read the latest chapters, please lock in Aishang Novel Network biquge.info there is a rare coolness in the air, and the fragrance of grass and trees is diffused around Murong Courtyard.

In front of the window of the back wing of Lingyun Pavilion, Ling Hu Jue was alone with his hands in his hands, contemplating, a pair of moos like cold stars still bright in the morning light, staring at the dawn of the extreme east with deep eyes, as if thinking about some difficult problem, and the sword eyebrows in the temples condensed into a knot.

Today is already the seventh day, and in the past few days, he has been staying in the other courtyard to practice martial arts, except for Murong Yi who came to see him once, no one came to disturb him. But in the past few days, concentrating and calming the cultivation has not had much effect on Ling Hu Jue, and the third form of the black dragon, the black dragon, is still making no progress. "What the hell is wrong with that?" stroked the delicate patterns on the black dragon spear, making Fox ponder——。

I don't know how long it took, but Mans, who lived next door, came and knocked on the door, "Childe, childe." Linghu Juecai realized like a dream, quickly got up, and opened the doorway, "What's the matter, Mans." ”

Under her long eyelashes, Mans's beautiful eyes blinked heavily, "Childe, it's not too early, we should be ready." ”

Linghu Jue was now in the eastern sky, and the golden crow was rising, and he couldn't help but say, "It seems that this bed is too comfortable and not good, and I have to oversleep every time." ”

Mansi chuckled, but her slightly pale face shone with a bright and incomparable brilliance, like a lily blooming and a magnolia blooming. Let Linghu Jue not only be stunned.

When Ling Hu Jue brought Mans and Sisi to the Mingxin Hall, the large and clear hall was already full of people. The two Blood Eagle Demon Dogs were facing each other, dressed in black clothes and black boots, with a calm face, as if they were a group of iron-blooded divisions about to go on the expedition, more like well-trained and excellent hunters, exuding high fighting spirit in the silent waiting. That fierce and ferocious arrogance was invisibly revealed!"

Ling Hu Jue handed the black dragon spear in his hand to Xiu Si outside, walked quickly to Milan and Sofia who were standing in front, and said earnestly, "Brother Milan, you have just recovered from your injuries, so don't go, let Miss Suo accompany you to rest at home." ”

Milan gold shawl, the sturdy figure that is more than two meters tall looks more majestic and burly against the background of black civilian clothes, especially the tiger stripes on his face flashing with an extremely indifferent and blunt bright light, including staring at Linghu Jue affectionately, and said proudly, "Brother Linghu, we tiger people never let our brothers fight, but they lie at home, not to mention that I am almost fine." After speaking, he turned his face sideways to Sofia and said, "Feiya, are you right?"

Sofia also nodded solemnly, and from the eyes of the two, he could feel the profound admiration and gratitude. Linghu Jue was a little moved, sometimes it's like this, you just did what you could, but some people were moved for a lifetime because of it. Turning sideways, he said to everyone in a deep voice, "Falcon Squad, Milan, Mans, and Sofia follow me into the Sword Pavilion. Cole, you take the demon dog team members to hide around the Mingsi Sword Pavilion, beware of the ghost ninja killer fishing in the water, and I received news that Oka and others, who were hit hard by us in the Donglin Art Academy last time, may also appear, everyone be careful!"

"Yes!" everyone responded with a bang, neatly turned around and let the corners of the fluttering clothes draw a beautiful arc, and walked out in unison, everyone held their breath as if they were silent, silent, and their eyes shone with excitement in the rising sun, in front of these wild hunters, there was no more temptation than the unknown danger, and there was no more challenging than the battle that was coming.

Turn around Qianmen Street, pass a few small alleys, and then walk along Qingshi Street for about 2 miles, then turn left, at the end of a slightly narrower Baishi Avenue stands a tall and magnificent pavilion, and there are two white stone unicorns squatting at the gate. On the top of the heavy dà gate carved with two big lion-headed beast rings, there are four solemn seals in gold characters, "Ming Si Sword Pavilion." ”

At this time, in the spacious and luxurious living room of the Ming Si Sword Pavilion, dozens of people dressed in various costumes sat or stood in two rows of tall tiger-backed chairs and gathered together to talk. Judging by their behavior, they should all be well-known people in the imperial capital, so a gentle footstep came from behind the screen in the living room.

Accompanied by a middle-aged man in Tsing Yi who was about forty years old, with detailed eyes like a phoenix, a long tube nose, and thin lips, Murong Ao walked out chatting and laughing, followed by Murong Tian, Murong Yi, and Zhong Lilang, one of today's protagonists. Zhong Lilang was wearing a black and gray tights today, his face was cold, deep as the sea, and there was an indescribable cold aura around him.

When the people in the hall saw Murong Ao and the middle-aged man coming in, they all hurriedly stood up and said, "Murong is the master of the family, the owner of the hall is good." "It turns out that this middle-aged man is actually the owner of the Mingsi Sword Pavilion, and there is Regans at the level of a great sword master.

Murong Ao smiled and waved his hand, "Everyone, I am here to admire the demeanor of Prince Zhongli, just like everyone else. So the crowd congratulated Zhong Lilang one after another, and the flattery was endless. Zhong Lilang seemed to be very disgusted by these, and reluctantly said a perfunctory sentence, and walked towards the outside of the hall. To be honest, he is 100% sure of the battle against Ling Hujue, and there is only one one that makes him feel uneasy in the hands of the younger generation. That is Ling Huxiao, the eldest son of the Linghu family, who is known as the silver gun.

Outside the hall, there were hundreds of people standing in the martial arts training field, including officers wearing armor and military uniforms, nobles wearing silk shirts and gorgeous clothes, some well-known mercenaries wearing strong suits, and a few magicians with magic staffs in their hands. Seeing so many people come to watch the battle, Zhong Lilang smiled bitterly in his heart, "I didn't expect so many people to watch competing with someone who is not well-known in the imperial capital." It seems that I must not lose. In fact, he didn't know that there were thousands of people who were stopped by the disciples of the Ming Si Sword Pavilion.

"Brother, what are you doing standing stupidly, it's not too early, why hasn't that Linghu Jue come yet. Zhong Lihong didn't know where he came out, and looked around with his mouth cocked.

Zhong Lilang was just about to answer, when a boiling voice came from outside the door, "Coming, coming," Ling Hu Jue and the others walked through the crowd that automatically got out of the way, and one of the big men in green clothes at the door had a sword scabbard, and his expression was grim and blocked the way" "Who are you?"

Ling Hu Jue's expression was as indifferent as before, and he said lightly, "It was Prince Zhongli who asked me to come." "Please!" the man in Tsing Yi looked grim and turned his hand and made a gesture of please.

Two rows of dragon cypresses, planted on both sides of the martial arts training ground, the trunk of the plant is thick, the branches and leaves are dense, under the summer heat, the more you see its posture is quaint, vigorous and martial.

Hearing the arrival of Ling Hu Jue and the others, Murong Ao led the Chu people in the hall to also come out and stand on the white stone steps in front of the hall. There were about more than 100 young and strong subordinates of the Sword Pavilion, all of them standing in a quiet row under the tiger stone fence on the side, all holding sharp long swords in their hands. And the various groups of people who were originally scattered around the venue also gathered on both sides of the black stone road leading to the hall at the door, and everyone's eyes were fixed on Ling Hu and the others who were slowly marching in. Every face exudes undisguised anticipation and excitement.

Ling Hu Jue was wearing a pure white tights, covered with a pure white wide robe, the breeze blew his long, there was a sense of floating out of the dust, his demeanor was so handsome, so graceful, but, in the elegance and grace, there was a kind of fierce coldness that seemed to be tangible!

Li Hesi and everyone else squinted, staring at Ling Hujie without blinking, his eyebrows shrank angrily, and a trace of worry appeared in his heart, "Look at this young man's momentum, he is not under Young Master Lang, it seems that there will be a fierce battle today." "Most people in the imperial capital don't know that the real backstage of the Ming Si Sword Pavilion is the Zhongli family.

Murong Ao let out a long laugh, took a step forward and said, "Linghu Xian's nephew, you let the old man wait, come, come, I'll introduce you to a few friends?"

"Virtuous nephew?" Ling Hu didn't know why Murong Ao called him like that, and his heart was full of doubts, since Yan Zi analyzed the form of the imperial capital for him, his consideration was not as simple as it was at the beginning. He bowed and said loudly, "Thank you Murong for your concern." ”

Murong Ao leaned sideways and pointed at Lis, "This is the Reggens Curator of the Mingsi Sword Pavilion." Li Hesi was also confused by Murong Ao's affectionate attitude towards Ling Hujue, and clasped his hands into fists and saluted. Immediately afterwards, Murong Ao introduced dozens of people who came out of the hall to Linghu Jue one by one, and his affectionate attitude made everyone unclear about the relationship between this Linghu Jue and the Murong family. While the people on the steps introduced each other, the people around them became interested in Theseus and the others who followed behind Linghu, especially Milan and Sofia.

A young man dressed as an aristocrat with a sharp beak and monkey gills pointed to Milan's back and said sarcastically to a few of his companions, "What kind of great character am I, it turns out that I am a half-orc." The people around laughed when they heard this. Milan Tiger blushed and was about to do it. Sophia beside him quickly grabbed his clenched fist, lightly tapped Linghu's back with her chin, and shook her head slightly, with a sad and helpless look in her eyes. Xiusi and the others also gritted their teeth angrily, but they didn't have Linghu's orders, and they didn't dare to act rashly on such an occasion.

Seeing that there was no reaction, the aristocratic young man was even more presumptuous, his eyes were dirty and obscene and he beckoned to all the obvious parts of Sofia's body, swallowed his saliva, and said in a slur voice, "This fox girl is good, I will also play with one if I have a chance." After saying that, there was a lewd laugh with his companions around him. But before his laughter fell, he only felt a huge pain on his face, and he staggered back a few steps after a few crisp slaps, blood and broken teeth sprayed together.

Everyone was stunned, only to see Ling Hu Jue proudly independent, his handsome face was frosty, his cold eyes were angry and shining with devouring light, and cold words spit out between his teeth, "If you dare to say it again, I will let you lie down and go out." ”

The aristocratic young man looked at Ling Huju, who was full of dead intent like a demon god emerging from the Shura Palace, his body was cold, he covered his left cheek, and muttered, "You dare to hit me?" I am Viscount Falaik, and my father is ————" "Go back and tell your father, something is coming to me." Murong Ao took two steps forward and interrupted the words of the Viscount Falek with a grim face.

Looking at Falaik and the others who were staggering away, all of them were immersed in the momentum of Ling Hu Jue just now, and the surroundings suddenly calmed down. "Linghu Gongzi, it's not too early, we should almost start. Zhong Lilang, who was also shocked, smiled slightly, rushed forward, his eyes were as bright as cold lightning, his thin lips were pursed, and his expression was as deep as an ancient well that had not been wavering for ten thousand years. When the people around saw Zhong Lilang's words, they all took the initiative to give up a circle of about thirty zhang.

Ling Hu pursed his lips, a customary, somewhat chic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and gently pulled out the dark sword behind his back, and said, "Then let's start, but what about your sword, Prince Zhongli?"

Murong Ao had already taken two steps back, and suddenly saw the long sword in Ling Hujue's hand, his eyelids jumped a few times, and an incomprehensible cold light flashed, "This sword seems to be the dark sword of the god of war Baros, I heard that it has been lost for a long time, how can it be in his hands, what does he have to do with the Ba family?"

Zhong Lilang smiled at Ling Hu, his teeth were white and neat, "Ling Fox Gongzi can make a move, and my mad knife will appear if necessary." Ling Hu Jue nodded, calmly hanging his long sword, he knew that a fierce battle was about to begin, and the outcome was still unknown.

"Linghu Gongzi, be careful. With the words, Zhong Lilang's thin figure quenched and plunged three steps, his left fist and right palm, and at the same time the figure moved, he struck back, and the power was as fierce as a mountain shaking the sea!

Ling Fox turned to the right, and a deep flash of black snake lightning was so fast that it shot in front of Zhong Lilang. "Good. Zhong Lilang rose up, and in mid-air, the palm shadow turned in a very small arc, and it was dizzying and slashed down!

Linghu Juejian raised his eyebrows coldly, his wrist trembled sharply, and after flashing the palm shadow of the sky, the dark sword shook out ten thousand cold plums, like a sharp blade from nothingness, and the eyes of the blinking cold forest flew up. "It's really not a loss to be a famous young master in Donglin Da6, and it seems that it is slightly better than West Asia. ”

At this time, it was impossible to see the figures of the two sides at all, only to see the black snake flickering, the figure leaping, in the martial arts field in the Ming Si Sword Pavilion, flowing and wandering, the two fighters shot incomparably fast, as fast as the time that had passed since ancient times, as fast as the fluorescent light that flew after a hundred years.

Murong Ao's eyes condensed, and he stared at the rare dragon and tiger battle in front of him without blinking, and behind him, dozens of masters were even more engrossed, looking nervous. Even Regans's gaze didn't dare to leave the arena for a moment, and he forgot to whisper a few words to the person behind him. Xius and the others still didn't have the slightest expression, and watched the battle situation evolve coldly, but Milan and Sofia's expressions were a little nervous.

Zhong Lihong didn't have her usual naughtiness at the moment, staring at her without blinking, and muttering to herself, "Fortunately, Uncle Murong didn't let Sister Yi come, otherwise she would have died in a hurry." ”

The two figures suddenly separated, and then touched each other again at the same time, and the moves were as fast as a meteor in the night, as fierce as blood, and as poisonous as a cobra's smile. Zhong Lilang couldn't fight for a long time, with a long roar, the silver fighting spirit was sudden, his left arm was like an eagle's wings rolling in the flash, his right fist stirred up thousands of waves, volleyed down, his body was slightly off, and the palm qi of his left palm came out of the hollow, converging into a silver arrow, rushing in from nothingness, fast, ruthless, and weird.

Ling Hu Jue also let out a clear roar, the demon moon in his body was really angry, a faint golden light came out of his body, and under the scorching sun, a strange halo flashed, and the long sword in his hand twisted and flew, dense and dense, covering the waves in the sky in a thousand jun, and the long arrow that was crushed in the breath.

"Holy Warrior!" everyone's eyes widened as if they couldn't believe it, looking at the faint golden light on Ling Hujue's body. Regans was still applauding Zhong Lilang's peak, and at this time he couldn't help but worry in his heart, "This young man came out of him, he actually has a golden fighting spirit, and he seems to have a good relationship with the Murong family, why haven't I heard of it before." ”

Murong Ao couldn't imagine that Ling Hujue's martial arts had reached such a level, he took a deep breath and said to Murong Yi beside him in a low voice: "Yi'er, this is an excellent and rare competition, you have to look carefully, it will be good for you." ”

Hearing the regret in Murong Ao's mouth, Murong Yi was even more jealous of Linghu, and his delicate face also showed a cramp-like smile.

And Milan and the others looked at the arena with fanatical eyes, in the arena, Ling Hu Jue was struggling to shoot and jump, and after flashing left and right twelve times, he swooped down, the sword swept from above, the palm was slashed obliquely, and the opponent's neck was twisted with both feet, ruthless and accurate!

Zhong Lilang, who had already recovered from his surprise, already felt a little unbearable, although Ling Hujue's fighting spirit was not as terrible as he imagined, but it was not something he could resist now, his eyes like electricity slammed into the cold and fierce, his whole person suddenly bounced, but in the moment of bounce, he rolled down again, his body, like a miracle flash, shone with thousands of dazzling silver brilliance, and shouted in his mouth, "Come out, crazy knife!" A red light came out of his body, and in Zhong Lilang's hand, it condensed into a blood-red strange long knife only two feet long, and the sharp knife qi and the surging fire wave in the rapid shaking were agitated, and the air howled sharply, like a stone that fell from a high altitude, and it was unstoppable.

"Not good, Elf Knife!" Ling Fox Jue's heart shook violently, pursed his lips, his thin body made countless movements at different angles in the same position, his movement was so compact, so fast, that it looked as if he had never moved at all, but how could the elf knife with the sword qi be so light that it could be dodged? In the blink of an eye, the sharp knife qi had already made Ling Fox Jue's shoulders, belly, The blood grooves were cut out of his legs, and the blood stained his white clothes red at once, fortunately, he had a fighting spirit to protect himself, these injuries were only terrible on the surface, but they didn't actually hurt his muscles and bones.

When the dust settled, several pieces of white clothes stained with blood slowly fell, and in the breeze, there was a deep coldness on the fox's handsome face, and the breeze blew his immovable body, brushing the corners of his fluttering clothes, like a blood-colored golem!

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