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Random lottery to determine the opponent's candidate, Mu Yun drew an opponent called Qiao Long, although he didn't know the other party's appearance, and the real strength, but Mu Yun still did not have the slightest contempt, who knows that among these five hundred people, there is no martial artist who hides his true cultivation like himself, although he is not so eager to enter the Xuanjia Guard, but since he came, Mu Yun did not want to be eliminated in the first duel.

With the end of the draw, players from the ten rings appeared one after another.

Mu Yun was in the No. 1 ring, and it was no one else who appeared in the No. 1 ring at this time, it was Xue Lie, the eldest son of the king Xue Shao, who was still dressed in black, with red hair like fire, and his opponent was a man dressed in purple, it was Luo Yuan from the border army, and a war knife in his hand was shiny, but it was not the most ordinary bloody sword of the army over there.

It can be seen that this Luo Yuan is definitely a border soldier, and when the bloody sword in his hand is raised, a tragic momentum spreads. Rao is Xue Lie, who has absolute strength, couldn't help but be moved at this time.

"You're very good! It's a pity!" Xue Lie's words were flat, and there were not many people who could praise him.

"Let's talk about it after fighting!" Luo Yuan's voice was calm, without the slightest wave because of the strength of his opponent, and the long knife broke through the air and moved forward.

Facing the long knife of Xue Liang, Xue Lie stepped out, and the improvised ring shook for a while, Xue Lie had no weapon in his hand, and his left hand waved, which was directly slapped on the blade of the long knife, his body was staggered, and his right fist followed closely behind, smashing towards Luo Yuan's shoulder.

It can be seen that Xue Lie doesn't want to delay, even if Luo Yuan in front of him admires it, he still doesn't want to waste time.

Kill it with one hit.

Whew! To Xue Lie's surprise, Luo Yuan's footsteps staggered, and the whole person actually rose into the air in an instant, and his feet kicked towards Xue Lie's face like the autumn wind sweeping away the leaves.

"Okay!" A loud roar, Xue Lie's voice was full of excitement, after all, there are not many opponents in the same realm who can fight with him, and Luo Yuan in front of him was beyond his expectations, his body was staggered at the moment, and his fists were actually facing the kicked feet, and he blasted out again and again, clearly to resist Luo Yuan's chain of feet.

Two dull sounds sounded one after another, Luo Yuan's figure turned upside down, and when he landed, Mu Yun clearly saw Luo Yuan's feet shaking constantly, and the whole person's face was even more pale, and cold sweat seemed to roll down his forehead.

Obviously, Xue Lie's fists just now made it unbearable.

However, this is not enough to make his number, as a border army, walking on the death line all the year round, Luo Yuan's nerves are abnormally strong, the long knife in his hand is out of his hand, like lightning flying, his feet kick the ground, the whole person is like an arrow off the string, and he shoots out towards Xue Lie with his fists as sharp arrows.

This is a fatal blow, success is victory, defeat is death, there is no way back.

It can be said that he is born after death, worthy of being a pawn of the border army, and it is completely a lifeless way of fighting. In the face of this style of play, Xue Lie's face was flushed, his steps were staggered, avoiding the cold blade, his body shape was misplaced, and his arms waved as if he was stirring quickly in front of him, and he didn't have the slightest intention of dodging.

"Hit it hard! What a Xue Lie!" Looking at the red-haired young man in the ring and the light black clothes, Mu Yun's eyes were full of admiration, if he met Na Luo Yuan, he was afraid that there was no better way than to fight hard.

"Border army soldiers!" Mu Yun chewed these four words softly, how could he not be one of them, but now he is burdened with grievances, even if he admires the men of this army, he can't drink and talk, which is really a big regret in his heart.

A dull sound, when Mu Yun secretly sighed, came from the ring, Xue Lie's left hand separated the arms of the man in purple who attacked with all his strength, and his body twisted, and his right fist directly bombarded Luo Yuan's waist and ribs.

"Not good!" Xue Lie's punch was by no means uncomfortable, Luo Yuan seemed to have completely lost the ability to react, and the body that flew out did not have the slightest reaction, Mu Yun saw this, his footsteps moved, and his body was vertical, and he actually stepped on the shoulder of the warrior in front of him, jumped up, and with his arms extended, he already held the man in his arms.

With his feet on the ground, Luo Yuan's face was pale, and his breathing was even more rapid.

The black clothes floated lightly, and Xue Lie's figure jumped down from the high platform, and in an instant, he was already in front of the man in purple.

"Brother Tai, I'm sorry! This is my family's Ziyun Pill, please take it Brother Tai!" The red hair flew all over his head, which instantly attracted the attention of the martial artists in front of the ring, and they all cast their approving eyes on Xue Lie, who was full of red hair.

"The skills are not as good as others, the little prince is polite!" Without the slightest politeness, he took the Purple Cloud Pill in Xue Lie's hand, swallowed it in one gulp, and then sat cross-legged on the side, closing his eyes and pranayama.

"Thank you!" glanced at Mu Yun in front of him, Xue Lie's face was flat, but he hugged Mu Yun with both fists, turned around, and walked to the side.

"It is said that the son of the king is arrogant, but now it seems that the rumors are wrong!" The martial artist next to him looked at Xue Lie on the side and said with a smile.

"Seeing is believing, hearing is false, this word is the son of the king side by side, but he can be regarded as a man of temperament!" Mu Yun smiled and looked at the young man standing aside in the distance, closing his eyes and contemplating.

The battle continued, following the battle between Xue Lie and the man in purple, a pair of martial artists, showing their majesty in the ring, for a while it was also a dragon fight, extremely exciting, when it was close to noon, the battle belonging to Mu Yun arrived, step by step into the ring, Mu Yun saw his opponent, a middle-aged man in a blue robe Qiao Long.

This is a Jianghu guest, a Jianghu guest who licks blood from the knife, but it can be seen from the dark red short gun in his hand.

"Please!" Qiao Long held his short gun in his hand and hugged Mu Yun with both fists.

"Please!" The black and white chains on his arms were surrounded, looking extremely weird, and immediately attracted countless eyes from the audience.

"Interesting! I didn't think that this kid turned out to be the descendant of Yin Yang Valley?" A man in a linen robe in the distance had a playful smile in his eyes, and then his gaze moved to Xue Lie's body not far away.

The short spear is like fire, the swift sweep is like the wind, at first glance, it makes Mu Yun's heart move, this Qiao Long is by no means simple, the moves he uses clearly contain a little faint aura, although it is not as condensed as the innate martial artist he has encountered, but it can also be seen that Qiao Long in front of him seems to have stepped into the innate realm with one foot.