The seventh day of the ninth month.

It was an autumn rain and a cold, yesterday the sun was shining, but it was raining at night.

The air is moist, a little chilly in the refreshing, the long stone platform is clean and moist, and the fragrance of grass and earth is refreshing.

The clouds are misty, the sun is not visible, and the weather is cool and autumnal.

The autumn rain is not as lingering as the spring rain, not as fierce and urgent as the summer rain, and the autumn rain is like the autumn sky, which is lonely and indifferent. Wanhe Valley, Quartet, Lingyuntai, people are there, and it is generally lively. In the wind and rain at night, the real dragon sect is worthy of the true dragon sect, and everything is planned and prepared in advance. Calling the trumpet, the competition begins, yesterday's martial arts conference is in full swing, and today's competition in the ring is also average-

Eight hundred and twenty-one, and the remaining four hundred and eleven.

Yesterday's round, today's two rounds, a day to compare more than 300 games, generally speaking, it is not easy.

The contestants are in place, the audience is eagerly waiting, the guests are seated, and the Lingyun platform is watching.

In the Golden Jade Palace, there are also eight people participating in the competition, four fairies and four immortals, and at this time the Dongfang Fight is one of them.

Coincidentally, this person has the surname Dongfang, the name is Dongfang Liangbai, and the person is decent, brilliant and magnificent. This person is said to be the Western Han Dynasty celebrity Dongfang Shuo, has passed the year of standing, martial arts and swordsmanship, is actually a proud disciple of the Shuanghe Sect of Wanhe Valley. Self-proclaimed Oriental Son. Life is like this, Dongfang Gongzi is bright on the surface, but in fact, life is not satisfactory, there is Lin Dai and Dragon Dancing Yang, such as the dark clouds in the sky pressing on Dongfang Gongzi's head all day long, which makes Dongfang Gongzi's heart very depressed.

Only the East, no bright white.

There is another one, Murong Gongzi.

Last time, it was Murong Gongzi, who asked his heart with a sword-

Don't mention it, this is the sad thing of Dongfang Gongzi, don't mention it, it's a cruel thing.

Both Shengyu and He Shengliang.

Ten years of grinding a sword, making a comeback, this time Dongfang Gongzi is going to shine before the snow, it must be bright!

Dongfang Liangbai stood on the Dongfang Ring, and his heart was like a mess.

The person opposite, dressed in green clothes and tied in hairpins, was a young Taoist priest with bright eyebrows.

He stood on the stage, gentle and plain, but like the sun in the sky.

He looked at himself with a smile, and there was no trace of sharpness, but he had the posture of a dragon and a phoenix.

He has the shadow of Murong Gongzi on his body, and as soon as he appears, Dongfang Gongzi is reduced to a foil: "Shangqing, Yue Ling-"

The three-foot Qingfeng, in the same vein, is Yue Ling.

The Quartet fought the dragon and tiger, and tens of thousands of people competed to see the East.

Most of the people present have excellent skills and good eyesight, and it can be seen that this one will be very exciting. Yue Ling's performance yesterday was amazing enough, with the Three Qing Sword Technique, the Tai Qing Twelve Swords, and the Six Styles, he easily won. And Dongfang Gongzi is a celebrity who is not big or small, thanks to Murong Gongzi, he didn't make half a move last time and stopped in the first round. Murong Gongzi is a big celebrity, but in fact, many people present at this martial arts conference have always been disappointed in their hearts and can't get a glimpse of Murong Gongzi's demeanor. I have to mention Murong Gongzi, Murong Gongzi is a nightmare, for Dongfang Gongzi.

The nightmare reappears, and Dongfang Gongzi is a tragedy: "Golden Jade Palace, Dongfang Liangbai, please-"

Yue Ling took out his sword and cleared the twelve swords.

The sword of the inheritance is unpretentious, the sword is like a person, peaceful and upright.

And Dongfang Liangbai studied under Hepo Yu Ruyan, and practiced the ruthless killing sword, which is famous: Tiangong swordsmanship.

The move is wide open and closed, the sword style is sharp and fast, Dongfang Gongzi is already furious, and he will do his best to make a move-

In any case, this time, Dongfang Gongzi passed the first round.

Anyway, this time, Dongfang Gongzi finally made a move!

But that's limited to that, Yue Ling is not as shocking as Murong Gongzi, but Yue Ling's swordsmanship is not inferior to Murong Gongzi back then. Yue Ling retreated, avoiding its sharpness, not entangled or blocked, and was not in a hurry to attack. Dongfang Liangbai pursued, attacked, the sword poured down like a storm, and the blade broke through the air and roared. Yue Ling took a step back, took the opportunity to return a sword, took a step back, returned a sword, the sword came out of the half-style, like a fearful head, and it was also if there was nothing-

When the moon is full, the two of them will fight a decisive battle.

Turning his glasses, there was only a sigh.

Hey! Fang Yin sighed, looked at him on the stage, and thought of a lot for a while.

But when he saw Yue Ling actually turning back during the fierce battle, he glanced back, and smiled slightly.

Boy!

At this moment, there was a "ding" sound, crisp and bright, and the sword in Dongfang Gongzi's hand was broken, and he stood on the spot! No more, no less, 12 moves, a style of "chasing the stars and chasing the moon" was a sword, but it was stabbed alive! In an instant, everyone was dumbfounded, and Dongfang Gongzi thought that he was daydreaming! How could it be so! And not to say fast, and not to say accurately, with a sword stab, how to break it? It is a blockbuster, a wonderful in the plain, a thousand-year-old inheritance: "Promise." ”

"Boom-"

"Shangqing!Shangqing!" "Yue Ling!" "Yue Ling!" One person shouted! Everyone shouted in unison! Ten thousand people shouted in unison! Everyone shouted in unison! He is Yue Ling, Shangqing Yue Ling, and this is the treatment that Murong Gongzi enjoyed twelve years ago, infinite glory! Yue Ling stood proudly on the stage, just like the rising sun, not bad! That's right! Fairy Lin of the Golden Jade Palace cut off the sword of Shangqing, and Yue Ling of Shangqing was about to stab the sword of the Golden Jade Palace, Yue Ling was full of sharpness, but he never wiped out the pride in his heart.

The people in the Qing Dynasty are not allowed to be humiliated!

There is a saying that a swordsman's sword is the life of a knight.

Dongfang Gongzi was born a hard-working person, and he abandoned his sword at the moment, his face was like ashes: "Bright white is useless, it is insulting to the teacher!"

Then he bowed down with tears, and worshiped the two immortal masters.

Crane Gong sighed, Crane Po beckoned, the east was bright and white, and he stepped down gloomily.

What else can it be? The sword is the sword, life is the life, it is not enough to die with a man, and it is just a saying that the sword kills a person.

"Shangqing Yue Lingsheng, Golden Jade Palace-"

Mu Gong Mu Po smiled.

In fact, the second elder came here, mostly to see Yue Ling, for Yue Ling's grandson-in-law, that is not to say: "Old wood, old wood, this time it is a flower!" The jade beauty was full of sorrow, and did not hide her dissatisfaction: "Heitou woman, you wait!" It was the thousands of sails on the side of the sinking boat, and the sick tree in front of Wan Muchun, Elder Mu Mu was full of joy but also-for-tat: "Jade beauty, look at you!" One person and one sentence, the old wood said: "Haha! Ling'er only makes three points of strength, old crane, can you see it?" How many points is this? This is too much, and Hegong can't sit still: "Mu Lao'er, you are proud, hum!"

Lin Dai was overjoyed.

Long Wuyang's face turned blue again.

He Yi ignored it.

There is Taisu, there is floating, there is Lin Dai and there is a dragon dancing yang, and the battle between the stage and the stage is just beginning.

The east is not bright, and the west is bright.

"Snow Mountain Tantra Huba Cilen, yes, Nanshan Zen Buddhism-"

In the West, there are two people, one bald and one board.

One big and one small, one black and one white.

Relative giggles.