The princess looked at Chu Jinglian, who was standing arrogantly in front of her, and said coldly to Nangong Weiman: "Eldest prince, the time has come to make a name for yourself. ”

Nangong Weiman secretly scolded the princess in his heart for being pure and pure and purely raised by a bitch, but it was just a slander. He walked in front of Chu Jinglian hard, arched his hand, and said with a smile: "In Xia Nangong Weiman, please also ask the Chu Pavilion Master's subordinates to be merciful." ”

Chu Jinglian's face was still unwavering, but his heart sank for a moment: "I have heard for a long time that the smiling face is like a martial arts, and the art is overwhelming the heroes of the capital, and the body of King Kong is rare in the world." Chu is not talented, and wants to learn a thing or two in front of the stage. ”

Nangong Weiman hurriedly shook his head, and said in a low voice: "The Lord of Chu Pavilion has praised it. Those are all rumors, not enough to believe. He also hoped that the pavilion master's subordinates were overborn and spared the villain's life. ”

Chu Jinglian smiled faintly: "Why should Nangong Gongzi be too humble, the sword has no eyes, and I hope to be careful." With that, with a flick of his right hand, another cold light pierced the night sky and went straight to Nangong Weiman's eyes.

Nangong Weiman raised his hands to grab the cold mang. Tonight, just in case, he made an exception and brought two pairs of gloves, a pair of silver gloves on the outside and a pair of gold gloves on the inside. When he fought Zhuge Qinglin at the beginning, he had a deep fear of a blade like Flame.

Nangong Weiman firmly grasped the long sword with both hands, but the incomparable sword momentum of the long sword in Chu Jinglian's hand still made Nangong Weiman unstoppable. The long sword passed through Nangong Weiman's hands, and the tip of the sword was about to pierce Nangong Weiman's left eye.

Nangong Wei was full of horror, and his body was like a leather ball, and he bounced out. Nangong Weiman's figure fell two feet away, and then it stopped. And Chu Jinglian did not chase after him, and the long sword flashed and inserted into the sword box.

Looking at Nangong Weiman's hands again, the gold and silver gloves were cut, and blood dripped down his hands. Nangong Wei's heart was pounding, and for the first time, he felt that there was something wrong with the magic skills he had practiced for many years: if you want to know today, you should engage in a sharp-blowing blade and peerless divine weapon training. Why are there always people bullying themselves with their bare hands? Chu Jinglian, do you dare to throw away the blade and my fists and feet. Thinking about it, Nangong Weiman laughed himself. Fighting to the death, what are you thinking?

Nangong Weiman walked in front of the princess Chunyi, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and said softly: "The villain is incompetent, and I hope His Highness will forgive his sins." ”

The princess's pure nose was about to be crooked, and she said in a cold voice to Nangong Wei: "Useless things." After saying that, he turned his head and said to Murong Changqing: "Murong Gongzi, I believe that the name of the Sword Demon will not be planted tonight." ”

Murong Changqing is different from Nangong Weiman, he is the same as the sword god Ximen Kuanghui, he is born for the sword. Seeing Chu Jinglian's exquisite sword intent, he immediately ignited a wisp of sword soul in Murong Changqing's heart. Murong Changqing bowed slightly, gave a salute and said, "Your Royal Highness Princess, the villain is willing to compete with Chu Jinglian and die without regrets." ”

Chun Yu nodded: "This is the spirit of a manly man." This palace awaits your good news, don't let this palace down. ”

Murong Changqing slowly walked in front of Chu Jinglian, arched his hand and said, "Chu Pavilion Master, I haven't seen you for many days, are you okay?"

Chu Jing returned the salute with his fists, and said lightly: "That day, the Venerable drove a big fuss on the Jade Phoenix Terrace, and vowed to fight Chu for life and death. Think about it, it's like yesterday. ”

Murong Changqing's thoughts also seemed to return to last year. At that time, Murong Changqing was saddled with the name of a sword demon when he first came out of the rivers and lakes, and he had never met an opponent. thinks that except for the sword god Ximen Kuanghui in the world, no one's swordsmanship can be compared with himself. He is young and vigorous, arrogant and arrogant, and everyone is making trouble on the Jade Phoenix Stage, and he has to bring the medical immortal Tan Xingji back to life for the slave Yun. But later, he fought with the sword idiot Leng Hanshuang and was seriously injured, which made Murong Chang's temperament change greatly.

At the Laba banquet in the Eighth Master's Mansion in the capital, Murong Changqing was very amazed by Shangguan Yunying's cloud-piercing sword technique and Zhuge Qingyi's flying snow sword technique. Especially Zhuge Qinglin's snow-flying style, Murong Changqing was even more shocked. In the battle of the Hundred Gardens, the ghost Daoist used a purple electric Longhua sword to beat himself like a beginner, but he didn't even know what the ghost Daoist's swordsmanship was. Murong Changqing deeply felt that in this world, in addition to his own divine dream, there were so many powerful swordsmanship and sword styles. Today, Chu Jing broke Cheng Haoran and Nangong Weiman with one move, (although Nangong Weiman obviously had reservations and was unwilling to fight to the death) It shows that this person's swordsmanship is superb.

Murong Changqing gave his hand again: "Please!"

Chu Jinglian also hugged his fists: "Please!"

At this time, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the inside and outside of the Chu Mansion were almost full of fire, illuminating the sky as if it were day. Gusts of wind carried the unburned wood ashes in the fire, and attacked Chu Jinglian, Murong Changqing, Chun Yu and others. The crowd's eyes narrowed, and the horses were blown back.

Murong Changqing's green brocade robe hunted in the wind, and Chu Jinglian's black robe also fluttered and trembled in the hurricane. The two were a foot apart, as silent as two statues.

Suddenly, a sharp flash crossed the night sky, Murong Changqing finally drew his sword, and Tai'a went straight to Chu Jinglian's throat.

Chu Jinglian's left hand trembled slightly, and a cold light flashed out from behind Chu Jinglian. With a sound of "dang", a long sword blocked Tai'a. In this somewhat scorched air, sparks were flying and sparks were dancing. I don't know if it was caused by the fire or the intersection of the two blades.

Murong Changqing felt that the other party's internal strength was extremely strong, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Murong Changqing's affection did not stagnate in the slightest, and Zang Quan's left hand flashed with brilliance, stabbing Chu Jinglian's lower abdomen.

Another sharp flash crossed the night sky, and Chu Jinglian's right hand was cold and lightning, swinging open Zang Quan, and stabbed Murong Changqing's chest like lightning.

Murong was horrified, and hurriedly flew back, but the long sword on his chest flashed and did not leave a single bit.

There was another "dang" sound of Qingyue's sword, and a dazzling Soul Falling Sword struggled to swing away the long sword on Murong Changqing's chest.

Chu Jinglian's swords overlapped, stabbing Shangguan Yunfei's eyes and lower abdomen. Murong long-term Tai'a and Zang Quan were killed in an instant, and Chu Jinglian waved the long sword in his right hand to block Tai'a and Zang Quan, but the sword in his left hand still went straight to Shangguan Yunfei's eyes. Seeing that Shangguan Yunfei's eyes were destroyed, a flickering flame swept away the long sword in Chu Jinglian's left hand.

Chu Jinglian's figure swept back rapidly, his double swords were protected on his chest, his face was cold, and he looked at the three people in front of him with disdain. After being silent for a moment, Chu Jinglian said coldly: "The four major villas are really some people who deceive their names and steal the world, and if they can't fight alone, they will bite like mad dogs." ”

Chu Jinglian's voice was not high, but Murong Changqing sounded extremely harsh. His cheeks were crimson and trembling. Shangguan Yunfei and Zhuge Qingyi knew that Chu Jinglian was powerful, and they didn't mind the sarcasm in Chu Jinglian's words.