The sounds coming from the mouths of the onlookers around were not cheers, sighs, cheers, or regrets, but admiration, heartfelt admiration. Liu Xiaoshan is the bright moon of Jinsha, and also their pride. People stood up one after another to pay tribute to this beautiful man who made heaven and earth sigh.
The woman expressed her respect, and her voice was like a wave of waves. Although it was not loud, it was uniform.
Liu Yisheng looked around at the Jinsha people paying tribute to his daughter, and his heart was full of pride, as if these tributes were all for him.
Liu Xiaoshan smiled faintly, her smile a little forced. She sat next to Fan Ruoxi. As soon as she sat down, she took a Xiaoyao mirror carved with dragons and phoenixes from the servant's hand and looked towards the east stand. People's eyes also
They all followed Liu Xiaoshan's Xiaoyao Mirror and turned to Chen Yunsheng. For the first time, Chen Yunsheng felt the feeling of being watched by everyone. Although people's eyes are physical objects, after gathering the eyes of thousands of people, they become like real objects.
It made him feel cold on his back and hot on his face.
There was a layer of mist in Liu Xiaoshan's eyes, but there was a kind of stubbornness on her face, as if she believed that Chen Yunsheng would eventually marry her openly, and this arena was just her lover expressing his persistence and persistence in love to her.
Chen Yunsheng smiled, with mixed emotions in his smile, but he was firmer. When things got to this point, he had no way out. Liu Xiaoshan returned the smile, and it was a smile that would captivate the country. Because the angle was very special, only Chen Yunsheng could smile with this smile.
Seeing things thoroughly, in the eyes of others, there is something missing, and it is not perfect.
Gongsun Xing was furious on the west stand. He angrily threw the Xiaoyao Mirror on the ground and said fiercely: "Chen, please don't fall into my hands, otherwise you will not be able to survive or die."
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The dark-faced Youjie next to him said awkwardly: "Uncle Master, don't forget Master's daily teachings. You should be merciful and merciful. He didn't offend you, so why bother? You are angry with the Ninth Princess of Jinsha for not paying attention.
Are you laughing? I don’t think she likes you."
Gongsun Xing stared at Youqi with burning eyes, wishing he could eat him, "You fart! If it weren't for his appearance, I would have married Liu Xiaoshan by now, and there would be no need to go through such trouble."
Youjie blinked and said: "Master also said that melons that are forced are not sweet..."[
"Shut up!" Gongsun Xing roared: "Why haven't I heard Master say this? You can stop talking nonsense."
The white-faced Zuo Ke added: "Uncle Master, you have wronged him. I testify that Master once said these words, and he said them in front of Master. That day Master was called by Master for questioning.
When it came to the matter about Mingyuetai, he said what he said above."
Gongsun Xing completely collapsed and regretted that he had brought these two idiots out. He looked at the ring with fire in his eyes. After a while, he said sinisterly: "Before going out, what did your master tell you?"
"Listen to Uncle Master." The two said in unison.
"Well, I'll let you go up and compete in the next two games. Is that okay?" Gongsun Xing said coldly.
Youjie hesitated and said: "But Master is not very interested in Mingyuetai, and he has clearly said that we will not be allowed to participate."
Gongsun Xing looked at him coldly, with a sinister smile on his face, "Do you listen to Master or Master?"
Youjie said without hesitation: "Of course it belongs to the master. Master and he must also listen to the master."
"If I came to clear the platform under your master's order, should you listen to your master or mine?" Gongsun Xing shouted.
Although the relationship was a bit confusing, Zuo Ke and You Ke responded retroactively: "I will listen to you."
Gongsun Xing smiled proudly and said, "Well, you'll be on the right in the next game, and you'll be on the left in the fifth game. That's it."
When the three of them were being pretentious, both sides of the ring were already in place. On one side was the Yushu Linfeng Luo Zhiqing, and on the other side was the lean Feng Sheng. The two of them saluted each other, and then hugged their fists to the surrounding spectators, appearing polite.
Polite and courteous, as if these two people came on stage not to fight, but to lecture.
After the salute, the kindness on Luo Zhiqing's face disappeared, and his stern expression made Feng Sheng shiver. He saw his right hand turning slowly in front of him, and a light red breath gradually condensed in the palm of his hand, and finally turned into
A three-foot-three-inch long sword. The sword's spine was concave and glowed with a faint red color, as if it were flowing blood. As soon as the sword came out, there was a murderous aura on the stage.
Feng Sheng saw a strand of cloth being torn at the hem of his clothes, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes. His right arm suddenly straightened, and with a "swish", there was a coiled dragon sword in front of him. The blade of the sword was beating and humming continuously.
Luo Zhiqing also felt the murderous aura coming from Feng Sheng's sword, and couldn't help but take a step back slightly. Before the fight, the two men had already begun to compete in terms of momentum.[
As the saying goes, laymen watch the excitement, and experts watch the door. All the Jindan monks held their breaths and did not even dare to breathe. They carefully watched the battle of momentum between the two people. This level of competition is likely to be won or lost in an instant. Of course,
It could also be a protracted battle.
As for the ordinary people of Jinsha, some couldn't bear this kind of mysterious and mysterious appearance, and the noise of bustling gradually sounded from the surrounding stands, and some even started to make boos.
Amidst the boos and chaotic conversations around them, the two of them were as quiet as two sculptures. The sword in front of Feng Sheng vibrated steadily, while Luo Zhiqing slowly adjusted the position of the sword in his hand. The two of them were destined to
Everything is a flying sword. Although there are thousands of things that can be refined into natal objects in the spiritual world, most people still like flying swords. Therefore, there is a saying that "seven out of ten sword practitioners in the world". Although sword practitioners
There are many, but the art of sword control is broad and profound, and those who are truly good at it are very rare.
Chen Yunsheng didn't even blink, staring at the two people moving slowly on the ring. Luo Zhiqing was always suppressing Feng Sheng in terms of momentum. This was something he didn't expect. But it didn't mean that Luo Zhiqing had the upper hand.
, because Feng Sheng's aura was harmonious and not chaotic at all, and he was probably on the defensive in order to wait and see what happened, and then counterattack.
Luo Zhiqing moved.
Chen Yunsheng's heart skipped a beat, and the muscles on his face twitched. A flash of blue light naturally flashed across his eyes. At this moment, he activated the countercurrent of light.
Although Luo Zhiqing's movements were stretched in his eyes, they were still very fast. The light red flying sword was like a rainbow in his hand, piercing Feng Sheng's throat. Because the speed was so fast, the distance between the two
The air instantly erupted into a white wave.
The long sword in front of Feng Sheng was like a green dragon, moving with Luo Zhiqing, piercing the white air wave. At the same time, wind blew under Feng Sheng's feet, and he floated into the air.
The tip of the sword in Luo Zhiqing's hand pierced Feng Sheng's flying sword, making a harsh metal sound. The green flying sword jumped and drew a sad arc, sweeping towards the back of Luo Zhiqing's head. The speed was so fast that Chen Yunsheng was dizzy.
, he has used the Countercurrent of Light at this moment. If you look at it with the naked eye, you may not be able to detect this earth-shattering blow.
Luo Zhiqing turned around and slashed, and a light red rainbow split everything in front of him, including the cyan flying sword. A large hole was opened on the ground that was about ten feet deep and ten feet long. The ten-layer diamond formation was
It was cut into pieces without even starting. What kind of power is this!
Feng Sheng moved his sword with parallel fingers, and the long green sword broke from it, split into two, avoided the opponent's sword edge, and stabbed Luo Zhiqing's eyes.
In an instant, Luo Zhiqing changed his moves again, threw away the flying sword in his hand, and twined a sword flower in the air. With two clanging sounds, he deflected the two flying swords.
Behind Sheng, he raised his leg and kicked Feng Sheng hard on the butt, knocking the opponent onto the ring. After a loud bang, a big pit appeared in the ring. Although Feng Sheng avoided the fatal blow,
, but his back still hit the ground hard. With smoke and dust all around, Luo Zhiqing jumped three times and came to a distance of thirty feet, and gently smoothed his messy hair.
All this was completed in two breaths. Among the people present, there were no more than ten people who could clearly see the ins and outs. Chen Yunsheng was stunned. The Luo Zhiqing in front of him was completely different from the man who was practicing his sword a few days ago.
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"Is this the end?" he murmured to himself.
In the smoke and dust, Feng Sheng stood up slowly, holding the long sword in his hand. The soft armor behind his back was covered with dust and dregs, looking a little embarrassed. He brushed away the dust from his long hair on the temples, and his face showed a trace of dust.
An incomprehensible smile.
Luo Zhiqing looked at the other party alertly, keeping the sword in his hand in front of him.
Feng Sheng said to himself: "That's a beautiful blow from behind. To be honest, when I first took the stage, I was still hesitant about how I wanted to confront you, but now I have a plan in mind."
Luo Zhiqing said calmly: "Stop talking nonsense and spend your time on getting serious."
Before he finished speaking, the flying sword in Feng Sheng's hand buzzed violently, and then stabbed out with a "swish", so fast that it was dizzying. The corners of Luo Zhiqing's mouth turned up, and the light red sword in his hand flew very fast.
Waving in front of him, sparks flew everywhere, and there was a series of heart-stopping blows on his chest, head, back and dantian. Feng Sheng's Qingfeng had already attacked everywhere in an electric flash, but without exception
It was blocked by Luo Zhiqing's sword.
Luo Zhiqing chuckled and said, "This level of attack is useless to me. Haven't you learned your lesson yet?"
At this moment, his eyebrows furrowed. Feng Sheng took advantage of the flying sword attack to cast a spell. He had never seen such a fast technique before. It was crisp and neat. A rapidly rotating wind blade appeared in front of Feng Sheng.
In his hand, the next breath, Feng Sheng had already taken action.
The translucent wind blade squeezed the surrounding air, making a very violent explosion sound, like a cannon. The Jinsha people in the stands had never seen such a thing before, and they could not see it clearly from a distance. They thought Feng Sheng
What kind of blinding method was used, and the voices of exclamation kept coming and going.