Sima Xiande, who had half his foot on the edge of the ring, swayed and swayed for a few moments, and turned back in a posture that was not too indecent, but not very beautiful, and finally did not get thrown off the stage with a knife - if so, it would be a lot more embarrassing than the previous Qimen Xuanshi.

His body shook slightly, while listening to the spectators who were cheering for him loudly, while feeling the tingling sensation from his right wrist, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and embarrassed, but it was not easy to let it float in words, so he had to take a long breath, ease his mind, and quietly glanced at the chair next to the ring with his residual vision, hoping that he was not seen through by his childhood sweetheart.

He saw that the red-makeup bride sitting on the chair, the well-known jade bone of the Qin family, was elegantly holding a steaming white porcelain teacup, gently pursing her lips and blowing, as if she was concentrating on drinking tea and didn't care about the purple robe's actions.

Sima Xiande first breathed a sigh of relief, loosened his right hand holding the sword, regained some of the feeling of making the sword, and then held his breath again and wanted to reach out two feet in front of him.

Suddenly, a sharp light was already close at hand.

Although the vigorous Ni Honglong does not have the method of flying in the Qimen, if he wants to use his martial arts to sweep the distance of nearly two zhang in the moment when Sima Xiande is distracted, it is naturally not a problem.

Hearing his roar, the iron knife stabbed straight out, pointing at the red flower with the blade, and was about to knock Sima Xiande off the stage in one breath.

At the same time, in the face of the sharp cold light that was less than half a body away, he had no choice but to put his sword in front of him, wanting to stop it, and at the very least, to delay Ni Honglong's offensive, so as to take advantage of this respite to smear oil on the soles of his feet.

But he never thought that his style had already been completely seen through by the second sword of the martial arts.

I saw that between the lightning and the fire, the seven-ring iron knife twisted the blade silently like a harrier turning over, followed by a half-moon upward flirtation, and the sword in the purple robe's hand flew out with a sound.

Sima Xiande's eyes were round, his face was full of surprise, and before he could come back to his senses, his body had already leaned back uncontrollably with his raised arms, and he was about to fall out of the ring and end up in a game.

But then again, if he had landed in such an embarrassed manner, it would really have saved Qin Yugu's face - don't forget, this Sima Xiande is the 'gatekeeper' she invited.

Suddenly, the purple robe's eyebrows sank, and he leaned back to avoid the iron blade, and then straightened his body, so that his dangling feet were attached to the wall of the ring, and he immediately chanted a [flying trick] in his heart, and his eyes suddenly flashed with strange light, and he flew straight towards the sky!

Seeing a purple rainbow like a flying dragon rising into the sky, most of the spectators in the audience were so shocked that they forgot to applaud and showed a stunned stupid look; even Ni Honglong, the swordsman who was still murderous just now, couldn't help but be slightly stunned, took half an inch back, and looked up.

Between heaven and earth, there is a purple robe in the sky.

"Come!"

Suddenly, he heard a soft shout, and the sword that had flown out more than five zhang away immediately stopped whirling, and swept towards the purple robe in the air, firmly fixed in his palm;

This sword is magnificent, falling from the sky.

It's like a god descending from heaven.

In the face of such a menacing sword, the swordsman locked his eyebrows, did not avoid it, stepped forward with a horse, and then raised his sword to raise his eyebrows, and was bound to take this sword in a dignified manner, and fight with the volley purple robe, and he must live and die.

The morning sun sprinkled and reflected the sharp weapons in the hands of the two people with great brilliance.

It is a Qimen sword, and a martial arts sword.

There were hundreds of people in the hospital, all of whom held their breath.

"When ————!"

A dull and loud sound of gold and iron sounded like thunder on the ground, blowing up the birds in the sky and hiding the beasts in the forest.

As a result, there was a faint, but clearly audible clanging sound on the iron knife.

Zihong swept out of the semicircle and slowly landed three zhang away from Ni Honglong's back.

He covered his trembling right wrist, pursed his lips and raised his head, looking at the strong man with the knife who was still standing in place, and the seven-ring iron knife in the strong man's hand.

With an iron ring on his back, he is trembling slightly.

The exercises are broken.

The bride of the Qin family on the gold silk chair stood up suddenly.

Seeing her face covered with red makeup, she looked at the two people in the ring, slowly raised the white porcelain teacup on her fingertips, and pursed her lips and smiled.

"Good. ”

There was silence in the courtyard.

What followed was an overwhelming cheer and cheer.

"Well fought!!" "What a move, the immortal kneels!Beautiful!" "This son of the Sima family, his swordsmanship is very good!" "That swordsman is so powerful! He can actually take this sword!" "It looks good! Go on!"

The audience was full of enthusiasm, as if they had seen some rare beauty, and they were full of praise and praise.

The purple robe on the stage smiled, and immediately pressed his still trembling right wrist, and bowed diligently to the spectators, as if a famous singer who had just finished performing a masterpiece, and forgot to do it;

The martial arts knife is for the knife.

Qimen sword, but not sword.

Ni Honglong took half a step sideways, held the knife in both hands, took a deep breath of clear air mixed with fine yellow sand, re-exhaled the turbid breath in his body, and looked down at the fluttering purple robe three zhang away.

The son of this Sima family......

Better than me.

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