The moon is in the sky, the sea of stars is ethereal, and the night of Chang'an City is slightly cool. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When the sharp knife qi cut through the side face of the long-armed monk, when the sword light that rebounded past blew through Wu Tong's temples......

Bitter Spring, covered with blood, his face was already full of hideousness, let the knife qi pass through his body, he moved forward bravely, only one step away from Wu Tong, the ring was lit with brilliant light, like a projection, the long stick in Kuquan's hand could be split into a full moon......

That stick, as if it came from the Nine Heavens Cold Palace, was like a god descending into the world, and it made the spectators around the ring unconsciously gasp, this time, Wu Tong was already unavoidable, of course, more people were still looking forward to the miracle created by the young master of the Sword Sect, maybe in the next second......

"The momentum is as fast as the wind, its xu is like a forest, the aggression is like fire, it is not moving like a mountain, and it is difficult to know like a yin...... Thunder!"

The shallow singing and chanting spread all over the Xuanwumen Square, although the voice was not loud, but it was constantly impacting the hearts of the observers, Wu Tong's expression was cold, and he looked indifferent to the shocking stick that roared to the sky...... At this moment, the ring was almost collapsing, and the frenzied vitality caused a constant explosion in the air...... At this moment, Wu Tong finished reading the obscurity, raised his head slightly, and looked at the night sky from afar.

"Boom!"

The sudden thunder resounded in the sky, and countless people raised their heads with shocked eyes......

The long-armed monk's stick was only an inch away from Wu Tong's head...... However, it was this inch that became a chasm that he could never cross.

With the thunder falling down, a layer of power grid spread around Wu Tong's body, and the crackling explosion made the people around him forget to cheer and rejoice.

The bright moon has long been shrouded in dark clouds, but the stars don't know where to hide, the sky and the earth are gray, only the No. 1 ring, the thunder around Wu Tong, standing proudly in the thunder and lightning, the young master of the knife sect only left people with a back, there was a terrible roar from the rainbow knife, when Wu Tong held the knife with both hands, kicked his legs and jumped high into the air, in an instant, like a dragon!

"The fifth sword of the rainbow - shaking like thunder!"

The long-armed monk has worked very hard, trying hard to break through the encirclement of the power grid, but the ending is not satisfactory, even if he is fast, but after all, it is not as fast as the thunder and lightning between heaven and earth, when the power grid covers his body, Shuanghai is lost, and his body is also paralyzed.

At the same time, Wu Tong's knife is coming!

......

When the smoke disappeared, the stars and moon reappeared on the spot, and people saw the scene in the ring clearly, and immediately, thunderous applause came one after another......

"Good!"

"It's so exciting!"

"The legendary thunder!"

"Tell me, how many years have we not seen this trick?"

"Since the Sect Master of the Sword Sect gave up the Qionglin Banquet and returned to the Great Snow Mountain, the imperial capital has almost forgotten the demeanor of this rainbow slashing seven swords......

......

The bitter spring monk half-knelt on the ground, blood spurted from his mouth and nose, looked up at Wu Tong blankly, for a long time, he smiled, folded his hands, and hung his head and sang the Buddha's name.

Withdrawing the long knife hanging on the neck of the great monk, Wu Tong turned around and looked at the direction of Liu Chen and the others from a distance, although he was embarrassed, but the spirit of the young master of the Sword Sect came to the peak at this moment, and the "extralegal maniac" got off to a good start, he got it as promised!

"In the first game, Wu Tong of Daxue Mountain won!"

"Good!"

"The young master is mighty!"

"Brother Tong, you're so handsome!"

The little monk jumped up excitedly, kept moving to the front of the crowd, looking at his overjoyed appearance, the brothers couldn't tell whether he was happy because Wu Tong had won, or happy because of his silver, everyone knew that at the moment when Wu Tong kept defending, the handicap in the gambling house, the winning rate of the young master of the Sword Sect fell to the freezing point, but, even so, the gambling house came to ask a few times, and the little monk was determined to buy Wu Tong to win, such confidence was to make the big monk no longer say anything more because of his gambling money......

"Hahahaha!"

Seeing that Wu Tong, who was seriously injured, was helped out of the ring by Liu Chen and a few others, Wu Qiuyu on the high pavilion frowned, and immediately laughed and said: "There is a son like this, although the old man dies, he has no regrets!"

"Hehe, Brother Tong is indeed a genius who is rare in a thousand years in the Great Snow Mountain......" Liu Jingfeng, who was sitting on the soft chair, smiled, and took the cup of fragrant tea poured by Liu Shayun, when he looked at Wu Tong's back, in the eyes of the sword master, that trace of appreciation was already unreserved, "I still remember that when Brother Qiuyu attained the enlightenment of 'shaking like thunder', he was already at the peak of Taoism, and now, Brother Tong'er has integrated the five swords of the Seven Swords of Chopping Rainbow with the cultivation of insufficient Taoism, and such a talent is infinitely close to the ...... of the sword crown."

"Isn't it!" Liu Shayun on the side chuckled, slowly stood up and walked to the window, stood beside Wu Qiuyu, and then said softly: "Yi'er is a nine-turn talent, but asking Shui Jiujian has only realized the first four swords, and compared with Brother Tong'er, Yi'er's comprehension has also lost a lot!"

"Anyway, their generation is completely comparable to the martial arts of the four heavens back then!"

"That's ...... We should be relieved!"

......

"Bang dang!"

The gong sounded on the tall building, and the cheers in front of the crowd stopped.

After the No. 1 ring was slightly repaired, the white and chubby Lin Fuzi appeared in people's sight, only to see him arch his hand, and then he raised his voice and sang: "The Qionglin banquet in the fifteenth year of the Apocalypse, the first and second battle of the martial arts ring!"

"Guarding the fang, from the Taiji Temple of Yunzhou Martial God Peak, Qu Haoran!"

"The attacking party, from the Cangzhou Tibetan Soldier Valley Sword Pavilion, Liu Chen!"

"Boom!"

Thunder on the ground, the cheers of Chang'an City, since the start of the Qionglin banquet, has not been so enthusiastic, everyone, whether it is the princes and nobles, or the ordinary people, everyone stood up and watched the king of Canglan step by step into the ring......

Wuyi Lane, General's Mansion.

Before the jade plate in Beigong Fu's hand could be thrown on the table, her expression suddenly changed a few times, and in the face of the eyes of a room of girls, the queen smiled and slowly stood up, "The king has already played, let's stop playing......

"Yes!"

......

In the middle of the Xuanwu Gate, Beigong Yu opened his slightly confused eyes, turned over and pushed Liu Bai, who was sleeping deeply, a few times, and waited until the Sword Saint woke up leisurely, Beigong Yu smiled, raised his hand and pointed downwards and said, "Liu Chen is on the field!"

"Hmm, who's the opponent?"

"The second disciple of Qingyang, Qu Haoran!"

"Hehe, now, I have to fight!"

......

In the ring, Liu Chen took advantage of the gap between the Tianji Pavilion and kept looking at the tall and thin Taoist priest in front of him...... The Taoist priest was very young and silent, when Liu Chen's gaze fell on him, he just bowed his head, and from beginning to end, his eyes were not staring at Liu Chen, maybe he felt that this was impolite......

"You are Senior Brother Chen's junior brother?"

"Yes!" The little Taoist priest smiled slightly, bowed and arched his hand, lowered his eyelids and said, "Haoran has seen the king!"

The night breeze blew the hem of the little Taoist priest's clothes, and the Taoist robe that was washed white by the pulp looked very clean and refreshing, just like his meticulously combed Taoist bun, although it was not a fairy wind bone, but it was enough to be called warm and amiable. (To be continued.) )