One force down ten times, it seems to be talking about the two people fighting in the field, without any fancy moves, Yang Lian and Leng Ao attacked violently as soon as they came up, the giant sword opened and closed, the long knife danced wildly, and every blow of the two of them was fighting for their lives, and the intensity was like thousands of troops fighting together, and it made people's blood boil. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After the two fought for no less than thirty moves, they still didn't show any fatigue, Yang Lian blocked the opponent's long knife, his body suddenly burst out, the giant sword turned into a slash, drew an unbelievable curve, and slashed diagonally at the gap on Leng Ao's left.

The sound of the giant sword breaking through the sky was clearly audible, but the speed of everyone present seemed to be quite slow, and it seemed to be cut in the air, and only a few people such as Yan Feixue, Qiu Hei, and Yan Qing could see the doorway inside. Before he stabilized his body, Leng Ao would definitely move to the left to adjust his posture, and at that time, the giant sword was just in time, and he was almost certain to die. Yan Feixue said in advance that the main point of the competition would be stopped, and the life of the martial artist should not be harmed, and in the eyes of experts, Yang Lian still had spare strength, and he should be able to rein in the precipice at the last moment, and win without hurting the opponent at the same time.

However, cold arrogance has been rampant in the world for decades, and no matter how rich the experience of fighting is there, it is not a fuel-efficient lamp. In the face of this sudden sword, he didn't have time to adjust his body, and with a quick move, he slammed the ground with the right foot that supported his body, and at the same time tightened the muscles of his body into a spring-like shape in an instant, and rushed forward like a cannonball. And on the smooth ground of the boulder, there was a large footprint an inch deep, which shows how feminine and domineering Leng Ao's strength is, and everyone is shocked at the same time, their minds are alert, it is really unseemly.

"Hammer!"

The swords collided, making a loud noise, shattering the rubble on the roof of the lobby into several pieces, and some of the dust that had been deposited for a long time fell down one after another, but the people who were drinking and feasting hurriedly waved their sleeves to disperse, creating a little chaos for no reason.

The internal strength of the two was in full swing, and they turned a deaf ear to the riots, and the two tall bodies continued to approach with a twist of their swords. Under the battle, a pair of tense faces collided dangerously, and the two glared angrily, with the momentum of not giving up until death.

When competing for internal strength, both sides are taboo to stop first and withdraw their skills, unless their own true qi is a lot higher than the other party, otherwise the body bears the counterattack of two true qi, it is not a joke, the meridians will be broken, and the heavy will be torn apart and die. The two of them were constantly changing their positions while competing, their cheeks were red, and white smoke was rising above their heads, which was the leakage caused by the fierce collision of true qi, indicating that the competition between the two had reached the most critical moment.

When Leng Ao's body turned his back to Yan Feixue, his lips moved up and down slightly, and something unexpected happened......

For some reason, Yang Lian suddenly showed a state of physical exhaustion, and was shocked by Leng Ao's sudden force, and then he flew up with a kick that hit Yang Lian's chest. Fortunately, this is after the internal force competition, otherwise with the strength of the kick just now, Yang Lian would have to kick all the organs and die.

Despite this, Yang Lian was not comfortable, the bronze mirror on his chest was already concave, he flew back a few feet before kneeling on one knee to stabilize his figure, looking at the panting appearance, it is estimated that the injury is not light, but Yang Lian is a bold person, he stood up hard, hugged his fists and said: "Brother Leng Ao's martial arts are outstanding, Yang Lian admires, I lost this game!"

Leng Ao also seemed to be very cultivated, and he was not as domineering as Pan Ziling, and returned the salute with a smile: "It was just a fluke just now, and I admire Brother Yang's martial arts very much, and I will ask Brother Yang more in the future." ”

The victory and defeat have been divided, the Kunwu faction has won a complete victory, Yan Feixue took the lead in applauding, she smiled contentedly: "The martial arts of the two are superb, and they have entered the ranks of rare masters in the world." Today's meeting friends with martial arts is a fortunate thing for the martial arts of the two states, and I believe everyone feels the same way. Although Commander Yang regrets to lose, if the Commander is interested, this seat can also make an exception to pass on your swordsmanship. Isn't that good?"

"Master Yan is broad-minded, and he is really a model for people in the martial arts!

Before Yang Lian could answer, Yang Zhe couldn't wait to make the decision for him, seeing that the master spoke, Yang Lian saluted the two people in the seat, retreated to his seat, and didn't forget to take a deep look at Leng Ao.

Smile back with a cold and arrogant smile, today he can be regarded as the biggest winner, he can get Yan Feixue's personal swordsmanship, which is not something that ordinary people can reach, you must know that even Yan Feixue's favored Qiu Hei, that is, his master, has never received Yan Feixue's one-and-a-half-trick guidance, and only Yan Qing has this honor in the Kunwu faction, and everyone here is talking about it, especially the Kunwu faction, who is carefully trying to figure out the distribution of the Kunwu faction's power framework in the future.

Yan Feixue nodded to Leng Ao, Leng Ao is an interesting person, and he doesn't make much noise, so he immediately returned to his seat and got the promise of the master, then the road in the future will be smooth sailing, how can he not like it. However, Leng Ao's temperament is relatively calm, just plain self-pouring, without revealing any different colors.

On the contrary, Qiu Hei, who was sitting in the first place, glanced at him coldly, Leng Ao's performance today was a little unexpected, but no one could guess the old guy's thoughts, and Leng Ao was no exception. Although he felt the gaze, he pretended not to know, and toasted with his opponent Yang Lian as usual, with the intention of knowing each other and hating each other.

Seeing that the sun was about to set and the time was not early, Yan Feixue wanted to get up to end the banquet, but Yang Zhe spoke: "Master Yan, the song and dance appreciation is over, and the competition has also been watched, how about this son tell you a story as a pastime after tea and dinner?"

Yan Feixue's butt that she had just lifted had to be put back in the chair, last night the Kunwu faction was in chaos, and there were still many things to deal with in the faction, although the damaged house had been repaired by assigning disciples, but there were still a few fish that slipped through the net, Luo Cheng Li Ruihai had already escaped, but I didn't expect that even that guy to be released, this damn Luo Cheng is really nosy. Although Yan Feixue was anxious, she had to be patient and said happily: "Yang Gongzi's proposal is always so interesting, this seat listens to it!"

When everyone's attention was focused on himself, Yang Zhe cleared his throat and pretended to be an old man: "My father raised a she-wolf in the hunting ground, and his old man liked that beast very much, and he loved it in every way, and he didn't meet all his requirements. Unexpectedly, the beast's appetite grew bigger and bigger, and he wanted to subdue all the other animals in the hunting ground, and wanted to be the wolf king. It's ridiculous for you to say that a brute's ambition is so great, hahaha!"

In the quiet lobby, there was only Yang Zhe's dry laughter, which seemed very abrupt, but he ignored everyone's reactions, and continued: "In desperation, my father had to choose a tiger from the tribute and put it in the hunting ground, wanting to balance the increasingly arrogant she-wolf, who knew that the beast wagged its tail and begged for mercy on the surface, but secretly it was in cahoots with the tiger, deceived the upper and lower, and did all kinds of evil, this beast thought he was very smart, but how could he escape the eyes of his father, what do you say his father should do with this she-wolf?"

The huge Qinglong hall was silent, everyone seemed to have Alzheimer's, looking at Yang Zhe blankly, some people rubbed their eyes, as if they were tired and about to fall asleep.

Yan Feixue's face was as usual, and she said flatly: "Maybe that she-wolf is just for the sake of her stomach, and she has to be humble and wronged, how can outsiders know everything about it." On the contrary, your father paid too much attention to this she-wolf, but forgot about the poisonous snake under his nose, but let your father pay more attention to it, and let the poisonous snake bite it, then there will be no tricks to return to heaven!"

"Hahaha......"

"Giggle......

The two characters sitting on the side of the lord and power laughed quite happily, and everyone could only follow the fake smile, and the scene finally warmed up. At this time, Yang Zhe stood up and sighed lightly: "Yang Zhe is bothered today, the head of Yan is eloquent, and my son is convinced, I wanted to talk to the head of the house at night, but there are too many soldiers who come with my son, and it is not good to let the head entertain, so my son has to leave and leave." ”

Of course, Yan Feixue knew that the other party was insincere, she wished that this shit-stirring stick would get out of the way immediately, and at this moment borrowed the slope to get off the donkey and said: "Young Master Yang can't stay for a few more days, this seat is deeply regretful!

"I must convey it on my behalf!"

Yang Zhe hugged his fists and said: "The matter of teaching swordsmanship, leave it until Master Yan comes to the capital to participate in the martial arts conference!

The necessary etiquette still has to be passed, Yan Feixue didn't want people to gossip, she led her subordinates to send Yang Zhe and others outside the mountain gate, and said: "Yan Qing, send Yang Gongzi for the teacher, if they have any needs, the Kunwu faction can try to meet them!"

"Thank you for your kindness! Master Yan, farewell!"

Seeing that Yang Zhe led everyone down the mountain, Yan Qing also rushed over after saluting her master, Yan Feixue looked at Yang Zhe's back meaningfully, and after a while, she quietly retracted her gaze, waved her big hand, and shouted: "Back!"

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The wooden fish copper bell in the Beichan Temple is endless, there are four corpses wrapped in white cloth in the solemn Baohua Palace, the first seat of the Hui Wheel is leading a group of monks to recite the mantra of the deceased, the huge incense burner is smoky, and the whole hall is immersed in drowsiness.

Not long ago, Luo Cheng harnessed the Chaos Furnace to transport the corpse and the main members back earlier, and the family members who stayed behind were led by Li Ruihai and Situ Lei to continue to the Beichan Temple.

In the Baohua Palace, Luo Cheng and Li Mingche holding his young son sat cross-legged in a sackcloth, each paying tribute to their relatives, Luo Cheng's three confidantes have cried pear blossoms with rain, and I look pitiful under the linen and filial piety, although the Beichan Temple does not allow female guests to visit, but in this special case, Huilun can only listen to it.

The long memorial service lasted until late at night, although they didn't eat anything for a day, everyone didn't feel hungry, Luo Cheng followed the footsteps of the senior monks, and mechanically carried the coffin containing the corpse to the back mountain for burial, and since then he has been separated from his father's yin and yang, Luo Cheng once again lost his closest person, and they all said that the man has tears and does not flick, that is not to the sad place. Seeing the loess slowly covering the coffin, Luo Cheng, who was as strong as Luo Cheng, couldn't help shedding tears of pain......

The miserable cries of the people drifted in the whistling mountain wind, which seemed to tell the cruel struggle in the world, when the world will calm down, maybe this is just a distant dream. They disturb the rivers and lakes, and often in the end, all they leave are the tears of women and children......

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