The reason why Le Boran is like this is that he wants the heroes to be distracted and fight, and he wants to see what kind of ability the masters of the Central Plains martial arts have; in terms of one-on-one competition, he thinks that since he can be on a par with Wang Chongyang, one of the top three in the martial arts, he must be not inferior to any martial arts master.

He Ren Tianqi also knew that Le Boran was doing this, but he didn't want to appreciate it with the heroes, the disciples of Immortal Island have always been good at killing people with music. Once the low-skilled heroes in the audience listen to these three songs, they don't know how many people will be delirious, schizophrenic and even die of Nanling Qianyuan. Ren Tianqi hesitated slightly, but did not move.

There are also many heroes in the audience, who also know the viciousness of Le Boran's tricks and quietly retreat away, but more heroes are still shaking their heads, rushing to find the best perspective, waiting to see a good show.

There are many people who have similar ideas as Ren Tianqi, but no one came forward to remind the ignorant heroes.

Leberan's words make sense.

In fact, the master duel is to find a negligible opportunity to make a move, and the emphasis is on defending wholeheartedly, a volley strike; and today, since it is a martial arts friend who can't fight to break the net, then the victory or defeat of each other is easier, everyone wants to take the risk of only attacking and not defending but seeking a thrill and excitement, maybe the victory or defeat just needs only one move to settle down.

Murong Yan and the masked man stood facing each other, each holding their swords and staring at each other, neither of them daring to attack easily.

Le Boran closed his eyes. Ten fingers move slowly. The sky stirred between his fingers.

Ren Tianqi watched the movement in the field with slightly fascinated eyes, and secretly resisted it.

Murong Yan and the masked man were still motionless, with their sword scabbards at their waists, waiting for their moments.

Le Boran's playing yin and yang suddenly made up. Burst of power.

Everyone on the stage held their breath and stared, and the Guardian Shrine of Fortune Martial Arts, while Murong Yan and the masked man were already very nervous. The sweat on his forehead was profuse, and his clothes were gradually soaked; Le Boran's plan could not be described as insidious and vicious; only Yu Wenqing's eyes were closed, and he didn't pay attention to the right and wrong on the stage.

The level of the heroes in the audience has been reflected, some people rushed away, some people were sad and indignant, some people beat their chests and stomped their feet, and some people tore their clothes and hair and were unbearable.

Master Yideng couldn't bear to suffer such a catastrophe, so he hurriedly got up and raised the lion's roar and said slowly: "Everyone, the sound of the piano on the stage is extraordinary. You can close your ears and eyes and then resist it, and if there are still unbearable people, you still want to leave quickly!"

The roar of the master of the lamp disturbed the sound of Le Boran's piano.

Le Boran hurriedly pressed his hands, the sound of the piano suddenly stopped, the wind and waves were calm, he opened his eyes and swept the stage and the stage, hehe smiled, very satisfied; his eyes were still closed, his ten fingers were flying, and the sound of the piano was melodious. It's just that the power of its fingertips is deeper. More lethal.

The sound of Le Boran's piano is like the sound of a sharp knife, cutting through everyone's hearts and bodies.

Everyone on the stage was closest to Le Boran and suffered the most. Everyone's clothes and hair have been untied in the sound of the piano. Ren Tianqi felt fine, and there was nothing wrong with him. It only took four layers of skill to suppress Le Boran's harassment of the sound of the piano, and he watched closely at the confrontation between Murong Yan and the man on the stage, and at first he also noticed that Murong Yan moved his sword scabbard slightly backwards three times. He found that Murong Yan, who was already restless, slowly calmed down, and he knew that Murong Yan's martial arts cultivation was definitely not under him. Ren Tianqi peeked at the man. The man did not move at all like a wooden carving, but his white shirt gradually became sweaty. It should be said that the minds and skills of the two of them are still equal at this time.

The figure in the VIP seat swayed. Almost all the people went to the empty chairs, and there were not a few people left.

The funny thing is that the gang of people in the White Camel Mountain, although Yuwenqing's master and servant had already torn their clothes one by one and plugged up their ears, there were still a few maids who were in great pain in the sound of the piano because of their own lack of skill, bleeding from their seven orifices, desperately grasping their bodies; Seeing the other maids, they were frightened and hurried, and they tried their best to resist it.

After playing a song "Mountains and Flowing Water", there were less than 50 people left in the originally crowded ring.

The blue-faced beast and his subordinates had all dismounted and sat cross-legged to defend themselves, and those who lacked a little skill were also ugly and depressed, and the group of people who were also noticeable were seven or eight men dressed in black and wearing hats to cover most of their faces, sitting cross-legged on their knees, not knowing who they were.

Murong Hongyun had already taken action to seal the various big holes of the people around him, so that everyone was unconscious, and he himself sat on a chair and watched the movement in the sky while exercising.

Zhang Danfeng has long since disappeared.

Le Boran opened his eyes and looked at the stage and offstage, laughed, and said: "Okay, good, there are only a few people on the huge field, and this is the best hand in the martial arts! Miss Murong, you two can be as quiet as a virgin in the sound of my Le Boran's piano, unmoved, and can be called masters! Then I, Le Boran, will take a breath to see how many real masters are there during this period? Can there be any indiscriminate people?"

Le Boran bowed his head to make a song, and a song "A Hundred Flowers for Beauty" came out.

Ren Tianqi suddenly felt his heart surging, his heart and lungs were turbulent, his eyes were blurred, Dahe, he was busy raising the eight layers of skill, solidifying the yuan and guarding the gods, but he still felt irritable, and he was busy with luck and pranayama operation of the big and small Zhou Tian, and the little Zhou Tian condensed the divine house to protect the yuan, and the big Zhou Tian accumulated strength to prepare to resist the battle.

Some people on and off the stage got up and ran away, some fell to the ground, and some people spurted blood and went crazy.

Le Boran's heart increased sharply, and the murderous aura was shrouded.

The attendant of Longqiu Village on the stage had also put down the shield in his hand and exercised his whole body to resist, but the sloppy man who came from the White Camel Mountain still had words in his mouth and did not see any change.

The confrontational Murong Yan and the swordsman could no longer be indifferent, the sound of the piano disturbed people's minds, how could they calm down?

Both of them gave up their stubbornness. The two were already slowly circling on the stage, preparing for their respective thunderous blows. The corners of Murong Yan's mouth were already oozing blood, and he held the hilt of the sword steadily. The sword was already a third of the way out of its sheath. Although he couldn't see the change in his face, he could see that the hand holding the sword trembled slightly. Sweat is scattered on the feet.

There was not much left in the VIP seat, but his uncle and nephew of Tianshan Cui Xinyue sat upright, half-asleep and half-awake, exercising his skills and pranayama; Now that the gang of people in White Camel Mountain have fallen to the ground, Yu Wenqing is lying on the ground coughing, his handsome face is twisted, and he is struggling in great pain and refuses to leave.

Murong Yan could see that the other party was proficient in confrontation. A good hand in the rivers and lakes with unique skills, his skills are high, especially the depth of the city, and the thickness of his temperament may not be under him, like such a steady and steady method, he is probably unlikely to take any advantage and win in terms of swordsmanship, maybe he can only win secretly by deliberately exposing his flaws first and then secretly winning with the twisted fingering of the Murong family. Murong Yan decided to take the opportunity to stop and move to the right and flashed out, ignoring the wide open door, he closed his legs and shook his shoulders, abandoned the scabbard and took out the sword, and pointed his feet and swung the sword to attack.

The one on the other side saw where Murong Yan was vacant. Seeing that there was an opportunity, he naturally drew his sword and pounced on the sword flowers, and moved his feet below to occupy the place where Murong Yan might dodge and retreat.

At the same time, Yu Wenqing, who was in the VIP seat, could only see him get up and scream, "I can't stand it!"

When people were lamenting that there was another master of the rivers and lakes who was harmed by Le Boran and sighed secretly, Yu Wenqing unexpectedly split his hands in mid-air. Hit several black dots at Murong Yan and Le Boran.

Yu Wenqing's sneak attack is understandable, Murong Yan is a thorn in his side, peeking at Wen Zhongyu's obstacles, and the appearance of his xylophone master not only stirs up his own scheme, but also harms the people who come to the White Camel Mountain.

The mutations of the three of them were all instantaneous in a single thought.

Murong Yan's right hand is the last four moves of the Murong clan's Yanshan swordsmanship. The shadow of the sword in the sky swept towards the opponent, and its first and foremost thing was to overwhelm the opponent in the essence of swordsmanship. Let it know that it is difficult to retreat, and his left hand twists the fingering method to point out the next plate of the one. In fact, he also saw Yu Wenqing's sneak attack, and he was determined to abandon Yu Wenqing's sneak attack for the sake of Gusu Murong's reputation, regardless of trying to defeat the opponent wholeheartedly.

That one who was determined to get his fierce sword moves pierced the eight critical places around Murong Yan, and wanted to force Murong Yan to either abandon the sword or the middle sword. This sudden scream of Yu Wenqing in his ears was frightened, and suddenly he saw that Murong Yan actually abandoned his sword and shook his hand to point out, and the sword curtain in his right hand was impenetrable, so he was shocked to understand that he had been fooled, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Not good", it seems that he also knew that Gusu Murong's twisted fingering was powerful; he hurriedly reversed the scabbard in his left hand and made a sword and attacked Murong Yan's upper body, and he wanted to block Murong Yan's fierce offensive with his double swords.

Le Boran was closing his eyes and playing the piano, and suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound in the sound of the piano, and hurriedly picked up the xylophone and rolled on the spot, trying to dodge, but he couldn't, or hit the hidden weapon in his right shoulder.

Murong Yan saw that the opponent stumbled and knew that the sneak attack was successful, how could he care that the other party had an extra sword in hand, not to mention that the other party had just one more stick in his hand, and he took out his sword to seal the opponent's sword and was about to take out the sword again, but he was uncomfortably shaking, with pain in several places on his body, and the person was paralyzed for a while, and he knew that he had been tricked;

The confrontation with the man snorted, and in the fingering point he gave to Murong Yan, the balance was lost, and the accuracy was greatly lost.

Perhaps it is destined that today's Qianyuanzhuang meeting with martial arts will really not go well, and the instantaneous changes on the stage are unacceptable to everyone.

Ren Tianqi saw Yu Wenqing's scream and flew up, and his heart couldn't help but beat wildly, and an inexplicable bad feeling arose; He shook his shoulders and twisted his waist and stretched out his left hand to pick up Murong Yan, and his right foot flew over the masked man, and the autumn wind slash in his hand went straight to Yuwen Qing and hated to slash at him.

Hongxiu and Murong Hongyun saw that Murong Yan was hit and flew out.

The speed of the two of them was beyond everyone's expectations. (To be continued......)