On the remote lookout, the long sword in Zhang Ning's hand was already dancing to the sky, but Zhong Yunlang was holding the scabbard and did not draw the sword. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Most of the people in the audience were very shocked, and they didn't know why this young man in the robe meant to be so big. Those who know the inside story understand that as long as Zhong Yunlang touches the sword with his palm, he will start to consume his true qi, and if he draws the sword one minute late, he can avoid any unnecessary consumption.

Zhang Ning saw that Zhong Yunlang was standing quietly, and he didn't make any moves, only saying that he despised himself. With a cruel laugh, he took a few steps and stabbed straight at Zhong Yunlang with his sword.

Zhang Ning stabbed sharply with his sword, which could have been considered fast, but in Zhong Yunlang's eyes, it was very slow.

Twenty steps.

Ten steps.

Five steps. When the two were five steps apart, Zhong Yunlang finally moved. The heel is gently raised, the soles of the feet exert force, and the body pops back violently. The robe was fluttering, and his black hair was swaying lightly in the wind. Everyone in the audience shouted in unison: "What a handsome body." ”

Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit.

One chases and the other retreats, but this is a sword competition, not a test of body method. Therefore, Zhong Yunlang only took two breaths before he stopped. While waiting for Zhang Ning to approach, he pulled out his sword, and the sword light flashed, dazzling.

Blue Water Dragon Yuan Sword!

The leaders of the various factions in the audience are all well-informed people, and naturally recognize this sword of the town sect that looks at the city. Since the real person in charge of the sect handed over the sword to this junior disciple, it can be seen that this disciple's swordsmanship is definitely extraordinary. Only the Jiang Gang Master knew the inside story, and seeing that the sword body in Zhong Yunlang's hand was trembling, it was obvious that Zhong Yunlang's true qi had leaked out rapidly, and he couldn't help frowning.

Elder Qin and Yan Ruyu had the same idea as the Jiang Gang Leader. The Nine Yin Absolute Vein's true qi leaked out extremely quickly, how long could Zhong Yunlang last? These thoughts just flashed through his mind like lightning, and the two of them had already exchanged hands in the field.

Zhang Ning's sword momentum is undiminished, and he is still stabbing forward.

Zhong Yunlang crossed the sword body and returned it with a move of 'pushing the boat down the river'. Zhang Ning is not an easy person, Kunlun swordsmanship continues to use 'boy offering fruit', 'incense on the stove', 'folding halberd and sinking sand', for a while, the sword light is Huohuo, covering Zhong Yunlang's body.

Yan Ruyu's heart tightened: "If these moves are connected, you have to take Brother Zhong's life!" immediately shouted: "Brother Zhong, abandon the sword and use the palm, the sea is crossing!"

But no matter how fast he spoke, he was not as fast as the sword in the field. The long sword in Zhang Ning's hand was already against Zhong Yunlang's chest.

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Just when everyone was worried about Zhong Yunlang's life, the situation suddenly took a turn for the better.

"Grafting!"

Zhong Yunlang made a second move.

As soon as the long sword in Zhang Ning's hand intersected with the blue water dragon sword, it was shattered. The tip of the long sword fell to the ground, making a crisp 'poof' sound. The cold light of the blue water dragon yuan sword bursted, circled in Zhong Yunlang's hand, and rested on Zhang Ning's neck.

The winner is divided.

Now that the victory or defeat is decided, Zhong Yunlang does not dare to hold the sword for another moment. As soon as the sword body turned, the sword was immediately retracted and sheathed, and a set of movements was clean and neat, without half a point of delay. In the isolated field, Zhong Yunlang's face was slightly pale, and his forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he was very happy. From today on, I, Zhong Yunlang, can also fight the enemy with a sword.

Everyone in the audience was shocked and got up, and it was not easy to defeat Zhang Ning in two moves. Zhang Ning's swordsmanship is superb, and the matter of defeating the sword elder of Wangchengguan in three moves has long been spread, so he can naturally be regarded as a master of swordsmanship. But today, he was defeated by this little-known little disciple in two moves, and no one would believe it.

The layman martial artists discussed: "It must be that the sword in the hand of this little Taoist priest is indestructible, and with the sharpness of the sword, he defeated this Kunlun Banner Envoy." "Clear-eyed people know that this time the long sword was shattered, relying on the deep internal force from the sword body. The internal force is strong, and it can make up for the lack of moves, no matter what the competition is on, it is the unchanging truth.

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Ignoring the shock and consternation of everyone, Mu Wang Ye stroked his beard and smiled, put down the tea bowl, and beckoned to Zhong Yunlang.

Zhong Yunlang walked to the prince's side, Mu Wangye held his hand, and praised loudly: "Wangchengguan's reputation is far and wide, it naturally makes sense, young and promising, young and promising!"

Between the words, Zhong Yunlang's face gradually turned ruddy, and he had returned to his original appearance.

Liu Zhangjiao and Elder Yan gathered around Zhong Yunlang, their expressions full of joy. Elder Yan patted Zhong Yunlang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Zhong Shaoxia, you are really good, I finally got out of this evil breath." ”

Liu Zhangjiao nodded slightly to Zhong Yunlang: "You really did it." ”

Zhong Yunlang was also full of joy, but seeing that Liu Zhangjiao's cheeks were dull, and his qi was quite lacking when he spoke, he couldn't help but say with a straight face: "Then thank you for the real person of Zhangjiao, if it weren't for your efforts to support you for three days, I would never have been able to improve so fast." ”

Liu Zhangjiao smiled slightly: "Isn't that your diligent practice?" ”

Mu Wang Ye waved his hand: "Don't fight, the real person in charge teaches well, Yun Lang practices diligently, and he has merit!" Yan Jiping stroked his palm and laughed: "Exactly!"

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It's a cheerful atmosphere here, but it's lifeless on Kunlun's side. Zhang Ning held the broken sword and refused to let go, and he didn't believe what had just happened. The rest of the men also looked at each other, and their faces were worried. The congregations of the various sects who came with the Kunlun faction were all discussing the reason for this victory and defeat. Some ridiculed the Kunlun faction for being useless, and some were appeasing the Kunlun sect people, and the scene was chaotic.

Liu Zhangjiao was about to speak, but the gate was forcibly knocked open from outside, and the sound of breaking the door was very strong.

The expressions of everyone in the field changed greatly, and this destruction of the mountain gate can be regarded as an open declaration of war.

"Where is the demon, destroy my mountain gate, and show up quickly!" Liu Zhangjiao waved the dust, his face was angry, and he shouted loudly: "All the disciples listen to the order, form a 'True Martial Sword Formation', and eliminate the enemy." ”

"Yes!"

The younger disciples of the Wangcheng audience agreed in unison, and the sound was like a golden stone, and it was loud and sound. But seeing the white shadow fluttering, it was the disciples who walked through the field in an orderly manner. In a moment, all the positions were expected to stand still, and there was a vague connection between each other's positions, and the direction pointed by the long swords of the disciples was also quite orderly, and there was no confusion at all.

The heads of the various factions present knew the power of this 'True Martial Sword Array', and the seven mediocre disciples in a group could compete with the world's first-class masters. Seven of the more outstanding disciples in a group can balance a grandmaster's figure. In this formation, no matter how powerful the offender is, it is difficult to retreat.

Everyone thought that this man who broke the door did not know where the sacredness was, and he was so ignorant. Although the Wangcheng view is declining day by day, it is still a major sect of martial arts in the Central Plains, and it is self-inflicted to be so rude.

At this moment, a five-flower sedan chair turned into outside the door, painted with black lacquer, and the surrounding curtains were embroidered with blood-red flame totems, revealing a mysterious and strange atmosphere everywhere.

(To be continued)