Looking at the duel, the two young men who were about to fight against each other were a little different in size, and the tall one was dressed and luxurious, as if he had won the battle, and the corners of his mouth were a little proud, as if he greeted him in advance, and tapped his chin to return the gaze of the viewer.

The young man on the opposite side was slightly darker, his eyes were dodgy, his eyes were dodging, he frowned and pursed his lips, he looked taciturn, and in the face of the provocative gaze of the tall young man, he did not dare to raise his head in a restrained manner, as if he had been forcibly captured.

Lei Lijun supported two teenagers, one tall and one short, and slapped them on the shoulders, and preached in a loud bell-like voice: "The first group of contestants, Fang Qingsong said to Bai Yan!"

As he spoke, the two of them took a step back with their legs bowed and opened their formations, and the tall young man raised his arms high, holding a identical navy blue sword in each hand, and his eyes were fierce.

The short boy, his cheeks flushed, struggled to steady his breath, rolling his eyes and staring at his opponent.

Lei Shunyun looked at the tall young man holding the double swords, and suddenly sighed in understanding, "Oh! No wonder he is so familiar, it turns out that he is Fang Qingsong." ”

"Have you heard of him?" Lian Duan asked quickly, his gaze stayed, and Shun Yun was diametrically opposed, Lian Duel looked at Fang Qingsong's opponent, the little boy named Bai Yan, although he was stage frightened, there was a lot of strength in his eyes.

Lei Shunyun glanced at Bai Yan indifferently, still staring at Fang Qingsong, and said to Lian Duel: "Fang Qingsong's grandfather, Fang Zhizhong, used to be a general of Hanging River, after the twilight of the hero, the Holy Monarch gave the house to retire, and the Fang Mansion was settled. But Fang Qingsong's father didn't hold the power, so the mansion was a little behind, and we haven't seen him much, but his Tianhe Twin Swords are very famous, and they were passed on to him by his general grandfather. ”

Lei Shunyun said with relish, changed the conversation, and asked with a smile: "Consecutive duel, let's bet on who will win?"

"Bai Yan!" Lian Jue said dryly.

Lei Shunyun just asked casually, quite surprised by Lian Duel's answer, and then smiled: "You deliberately let me, right? Don't be funny, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Fang Qingsong is better, right?"

Lian Du smiled, but didn't say it thoroughly, only asked ambiguously: "You say, is a weak person who dares to accept the challenge of the strong really weak?"

Lei Shunyun shook his head, "I still think Fang Qingsong wins." ”

Suddenly, without waiting for everyone to react, Fang Qingsong rose up in the air, kicked at Bai Yan with powerful long legs, and at the same time crossed the two swords in his hands into a cross, and shouted violently: "Angry Ice Tart!"

A cross ice, split by the sword body, rammed towards Bai Yan, and before Bai Yan could defend himself, he had been knocked to the ground solidly, and it was unfavorable to go out at once!

Bai Yan grinned, stood up, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and provoked a circle of teenagers to exclaim, but he didn't expect to try the knife, and he moved the real thing, everyone looked at Lei Lijun, but the referee Lei Lijun didn't mean to stop at all.

Bai Yan clenched the scimitar of the wind tracing the wind, and stared at Fang Qingsong unwillingly, before he could stand firmly, Fang Qingsong had already drawn his sword again, the cold light flashed, and the sharp ice edge was like a rain of arrows in a forest of guns, roaring from all sides of Bai Yan, and all of his brains were forced towards Bai Yan's head and neck!

A girl screamed and quickly covered her eyes, and everyone sweated for Bai Yan!

Just when everyone thought that Bai Yan had been hit, Bai Yan lowered his body, his body curled up like the scimitar in his hand, he rolled on the spot, and the back of the knife spewed out thick water at the same time, smashing Fang Qingsong from the bottom road.

Fang Qingsong didn't dodge or dodge, his two swords staggered into a bright and swaying giant scissors, intercepting the turbulent water injection in one fell swoop, Fang Qingsong laughed and said: "Bai Yan, you still can't use water to freeze ice? I beg you to be stronger, don't look like I'm bullying you!"

Fang Qingsong's mouth relaxed, but his feet were pressing step by step, he raised his sword, and said sharply: "Bamboo strikes the air!"

The cold current like the wind and snow, from the Tianhe double sword, swept in the main hall of the Cold Palace, for a while, everyone's ears whistled rolling pine waves, the sea of bamboo, the flying snow and cold current like thousands of threads of white thread, wrapped around Bai Yan's limbs!

The teenagers in the outer circle were shocked, Fang Qingsong's cultivation had reached the lowest level of the Xuanbing Four Realms, which could be described as a difficult opponent!

But Lian Duel's gaze was not here, and Lian Du secretly thought: "Bamboo striking the air roar, it is the prototype formation of the bamboo striking the empty array, obviously known for its strength, how can it become a stalking ice silk?"

At this time, Lian Duel had a flash of inspiration, and he realized: "Fang Qingsong's follow-up is weak, so he has no choice but to temporarily change the bamboo striking air roar to the Xuanzhu Ice Soul Silk! The Xuanzhu Ice Soul Silk is the Three Realms move, it seems that he is a tiger-like person." ”

Bai Yan's eyes trembled, and the wind tracing scimitar in his hand was like a cocoon binding itself, wrapped in layers of ice silk, Bai Yan's only sharp blade was restrained, and he couldn't get out.

Fang Qingsong got this opportunity, and with a "whoosh", he flew out of a section of Bingling, and inserted it into Bai Yan's shoulder like a dark dart, and the wind tracing scimitar fell to the ground with a "bell", and Bai Yan's gray robe was instantly soaked with blood.

Seeing that Bai Yan was repeatedly injured and bleeding, Lei Shunyun was full of sympathy, but still looked at the duel unconvinced, and asked, "You should always think that Fang Qingsong won, right?"

Lian Duel's face was expressionless, staring at Bai Yan who was slowly standing up, and said in a low voice: "It's still Bai Yan." ”

Lei Shunyun shrugged his shoulders, glanced at Lian Du with an unreasonable gaze, and whispered: "I'll tell you the truth, Bai Yan's father is a wind worshipper, and the wind is a wind worship, and he can't dance a knife or a gun, and Bai Yan can't compare with Fang Qingsong of a military general family at all." ”

Bai Yan endured the sharp pain in his shoulder, grabbed the scimitar, his palms trembled like chaff, and he gritted his teeth and stared at Fang Qingsong.

Fang Qingsong was quite disdainful of Bai Yan, and looked at Lei Lijun as the referee three times and twice, seeing that Lei Lijun was slow to get the result, Fang Qingsong was immediately anxious, and with a horizontal heart, he simply threw the Tianhe double sword to the ground, if the two swords have magnetic force, they quickly merged into one and melted into a shiny long sword!

Fang Qingsong shouted, holding the sword in both hands, swinging down, in a diffuse white mist, Fang Qingsong stepped forward and crashed into Bai Yan!

Lei Shunyun frowned, and announced loudly: "In the first game, Fang Qingsong won, and Bai Yan will lose!"

Several guards helped Bai Yan up, took him aside to rest, and looked at it even after a decisive look, only to see that although Bai Yan was defeated, there was no frustration on his face, but he endured the severe pain, curled up his back and reconciled his breathing.

Fang Qingsong has long been determined to win, and now he is even more full of spring breeze, as the first winner, he proudly returned to the spectator seat. Seeing this, Lei Shunyun raised his eyebrows at Lianduel: "Lianduel, hehe, you guessed wrong." ”

Lian Du smiled lightly, and did not respond.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the main hall, and the crowd moved to the side, Lei Shunyun didn't know why, and hurriedly pulled Lian Du and said, "What's wrong? Let's go, let's take a look!"

When I got closer, two young men with extraordinary clothes and shoes looked at each other from afar.

Lei Lijun looked at the high Holy Monarch with a sad face, and seeing that he was not shocked, he had no choice but to announce loudly: "The second group of competitions: Sikong Duo vs. Yan Jie!"