Xu Tianran looked confused. What did Wang Erzhu's smile mean at this moment?

In an instant, the spiritual power of heaven and earth was swallowed up by Wang Erzhu like a tornado. Wang Erzhu opened his two channels of Rendu and Du, and a long sword like ink slowly rose from the aperture. A black spiritual power floated, as if ink was lingering around the sword body.

There was a strange phenomenon in the world. The original colorless aura on the arena had undergone earth-shaking changes. The aura was flowing around the arena like an ink ribbon, like ink-colored clouds, or like ink dripping into the water, creating a burst of black ripples.

The audience was silent, their mouths wide open, as if their mandibles were broken, and they couldn't close their mouths from ear to ear.

On the ring, it was not a battle, it was like an ink painting.

Xu Tianran smelled a strong dangerous aura, Wang Erzhu smiled and said: "My destiny is to fly the sword, Mo Mei."

The plum blossom first appears in the world.

Li Tianxu's eyes were hot. Wang Erzhu gave birth to his natal flying sword when he was only in his twenties. He was worthy of being the seventh monster in the Qingyun Ranking. Li Kedi was also deeply surprised. Wang Erzhu's real strength may be more powerful than his ranking. In the past, there was no such thing in the world.

He gave birth to the intelligence of his natal flying sword. Among the ten people on the Qingyun List, only the young swordsman Wu Qingfeng had the clear intelligence to breed his natal flying sword Qingfeng, who has the reputation of wielding a sword like the wind.

The gentleman stared into the distance and murmured: "Jianghu has ushered in a great year that has never happened in a thousand years."

Lao Bai took a sip of wine, shook his head and said: "They are just spring bamboo shoots after the spring rain. They seem to grow quickly, but they are empty inside."

The two looked at each other and smiled. The husband narrowed his eyes and smiled and said: "Let's talk about it?"

Lao Bai rolled up his sleeves and said energetically: "Let's go, who is afraid of whom?"

The seemingly edgeless long sword Mo Mei made Xu Tianran feel cold in his heart.

Wang Erzhu entered the Tao through calligraphy, and the plum blossom was born, which is in line with the Tao. No matter how high the swordsmanship is, it is just a matter of skill, and the kendo is the supreme Tao. Wang Erzhu's kendo is the combination of calligraphy and sword. He has already achieved some success in calligraphy, and is quite famous in kendo.

It kind of resonates with heaven and earth.

Everyone thought that Wang Erzhu had won. There were so many swordsmen in the world, but there were very few swordsmen who could give birth to flying swords. The killing power of swordsmen was far greater than that of monks in the same realm. Therefore, in the world, only swordsmen and women could not be offended.

Xu Tianran's heart trembled. The arena had become like Mo Mei's little world. Black spiritual energy was flowing, and Mo Mei had become the master of this little world, while Xu Tianran had become a piece of cake, ready to be slaughtered by others.

Wang Erzhu's right hand is behind his back, his green shirt is flying, his slender figure is becoming more and more handsome, his spiritual power is surging like the tide, and his plum blossoms are hanging in the air under the full moon.

Mo Mei moved slowly, Xu Tianran's heart trembled, and he drew his sword forward vigilantly.

Suddenly, Mo Mei's figure disappeared, and it was almost impossible to catch its trajectory with the naked eye, only the black sword energy filled the sky.

A sharp-eyed child in the audience said happily: "Ah, Dad, there is something written on the sword-wielding brother."

The child obviously came from a scholarly family. Although he was young, he knew a lot of words. He read word for word in a clear voice: "The tree at the head of my inkstone washing pond has blooming flowers with faint ink marks. Don't let anyone praise the color, just the color."

Leave pure energy to fill the universe."

The child asked in confusion: "Ah, Dad, why are there words on Brother Zhidao's body, and Brother Zhidao looks uncomfortable. Is he going to lose?"

The young father, who looked like a white-faced scholar, gently held the hand of his son who was riding on his neck, and whispered: "The elder brother who uses the sword uses the flying sword Mo Mei as a pen, and the elder brother who wields the sword uses his body as paper. One stroke is a sword."

, you count how many strokes there are in this poem, how many swords have been hit by Brother Shi Dao? However, looking at Brother Ji Dao's energy flowing, it seems that he still has the strength to fight."

Childish poetry nodded obediently.

At the end of the poem, the black aura on the arena dissipated. Wang Erzhu was panting and his forehead was covered with sweat. Even the huge boulder of ten thousand kilograms had already

He was torn into pieces by his own Mo Mei. He never thought that Xu Tianran's body would be so abnormal. He was hit by Mo Mei again and again, flying out and hitting the spiritual barrier at the edge of the ring. He got up again and again, even though he was dripping with blood.

, his body seemed to be in pieces, and he fell down countless times. Xu Tianran swallowed a mouthful of blood, held the knife in front of him with trembling hands, and shouted: "Come again!"

Xu Tianran's persistence made the audience feel pity, and his unyielding fighting spirit ignited the enthusiasm of the audience. More and more audiences are encouraging Xu Tianran. Xu Tong's name is resounding in the sky. Even many girls are attracted by Xu Tianran.

I'm so moved, why does the man in cloth clothes and blue shirt look more handsome than before with a bruised nose and swollen face.

It turns out that there are some men in the world who don’t rely on their reputation to make a living.

Xu Tong's left eye was highly swollen and his vision was blurred. He looked like a crumbling dangerous building. Wang Erzhu did not expect that Xu Tong could hold on until now. Wang Erzhu seemed to be as usual, but his spiritual power was consumed hugely and he was also very strong.

Hold on with every breath.

Zhu Ziqi held the sword Shuanghua tightly with his left hand, and tightly grasped the corner of his skirt with his right hand. Although his skin was rough and his flesh was thick, he should not carry it so hard.

Li Shiyu looked at the ring with concern, her two green shirts complementing each other. She only looked at the cloth, with scars all over her body but did not say a word. Tears burst like a flood. As a child, he was most afraid of pain. How much has he eaten in these years?

Suffering, how much pain you endured to become so strong.

The boy will eventually grow up and become a man who is upright and upright.

However, after not seeing each other for ten years, all the memories only stay ten years ago. He was just a follower and a little slug. He has been very sensible since he was a child. Even if he was bullied, he would never tell his mother, he would only talk about himself.

I accidentally dropped it.

At that time, Li Tianran would still grimace in pain.

Xu Tong now seems to not know what pain is?

Xu Tianran swallowed a mouthful of bloody water, returned the sheath with a graceful wave of Chang Ping, closed his eyes tightly, and said with a slight smile: "Seventh on the Qingyun List, it's just that, it's my turn."

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was filled with joy.

Zhu Ziqi cursed: "What a reckless guy. He actually used Wang Erzhu as a whetstone to sharpen the Seventeen Sword Techniques and temper his body. If it weren't for the Shu Dao to protect his spiritual veins, his spiritual veins would have been destroyed long ago and he would have died."

remove."

Xu Tianran smiled heartily in the direction of Zhu Ziqi, as if he heard her voice from a distance, telling her not to worry, I knew it well.

Li Shiyu's unstoppable tears fell like the Milky Way for nine days.

Lu Xiaobu forgot to wipe the sweat on Qianxun's clothes, opened his mouth wide, and wiped the sweat from his palms on his chest, drying it, then getting wet, and then getting wet again.

Qianxun was in an unknown place, holding her sleeves tightly, her clothes soaked with sweat.

Xu Tianran's spiritual veins are as wide as the sea, and the 365 acupoints in his body are as huge as the lake and the sea. Although he is only at the level of a small master, the spiritual energy has not been turned into spiritual power, but the spiritual power stored is no more than that of a monk at the Golden Core Realm.

Come less often.

Xu Tianran's strategy was to use Zheng Shiqi and his strong body to consume Wang Erzhu's spiritual power, turning a peak duel into a one-sided beating. However, the facts proved that Xu Tianran's strategy was right, and Wang Erzhu only had the last remaining

He took one breath, and Xu Tianran had one breath more than him.

Fighting against each other is like a battle on the battlefield. Whoever can maintain their vitality until the end will win the battle.

Xu Zi's machine circulated thousands of miles in an instant, and the little spiritual energy left in his body evaporated. The 365 orifices were squeezed out of the last trace of spiritual energy like a sponge.

In an instant, eight flying knives popped out of Xu Tianran's worn-out sword gourd. Corpse Mountain, Firstborn, Phoenix, White Clothes, Willow, School, Hammer, and Silver Millets all came out, surrounding the left and right, and parasol trees flew up in the sky.

Hanging above the head.

Chang Ping slowly unsheathed, hundreds of thousands of innocent souls screamed, the arena seemed to have become Xu Tianran's small world, the world and the mountains and rivers were filled with tears, Xu Tianran's black hair was stained with blood, and drops fell down his hair, although his eyes were closed tightly.

, all the people in the audience seemed to see a murderous god with fierce eyes walking slowly towards Wang Erzhu.

Wang Erzhu brought up the last breath of spiritual power and condensed it on the tip of the Black Plum Sword. The two breaths of the little master are to the golden elixir realm and one breath is nothing more than a stream to a big river. Even if the stream is gurgling, it is just a little bit of water. Even if the river dries up,

The small puddles on the river bed have more water than the streams.

Wang Erzhu's anger sank into his Dantian, and he roared excitedly: "I never thought that a little grandmaster could let me compete until my last breath. However, no matter how strong a little grandmaster is, he is just a little grandmaster. Even if you lose this battle, it will be an honor."

Xu Tianran snorted coldly, with a voice like a bell: "There are only victories and losses in this world. How come defeat is glorious?"

A calm and cold voice sounded: "Corpse Mountain, attack his left eye, Firstborn attack his right eye, Phoenix attack his Ren meridian, White Clothes attack his Governor meridian, Willow, chop his left hand, School chop his right hand, Iron

Cut off his left foot with a hammer, and cut off his right foot with silver grain."

The voice paused and continued: "Wu Tong, pierce his heart."

Suddenly, nine flying knives came out, and the light of the nine knives flickered. The night was like day. Wang Erzhu listened to the cold voice and felt the murderous intent of Xu Tonghao. He originally threw all his strength into the sword and had to gather his spiritual power to defend.

A smile flashed across the corner of Xu Tianran's mouth, and as he flashed, he heard nine flying knives falling to the ground. Wang Erzhu was dumbfounded. He used his last breath to catch only nine flying knives.

of flying knives.

A green shadow suddenly appeared, a long black knife flipped the blade, and the back of the knife hit hard. In Wang Erzhu's field of vision, the sky was dim, and at the last glance he really saw a bright moon hanging high in the sky.

In the world of martial arts, there is only victory or defeat, and there is no glory even in defeat. This sentence is really true. It was the last touch of consciousness left in Wang Erzhu's heart.

Xu Tianran put Chang Ping away tremblingly, and Chang Ping's murderous intent that had sucked his own blood began to boil. If he didn't put the demon sword into its sheath and couldn't suppress the murderous intent, he would most likely go crazy.

His hasty sheathing of the knife showed no grace at all. This was his biggest regret in this battle. Xu Tianran showed his conspiracy and conspiracy to the fullest in this battle.

It was a conspiracy to resist Wang Erzhu's attack and consume his spiritual power. Even though Wang Erzhu knew what he was thinking, his pride would not allow him to back down. The last move, the seemingly powerful attack of nine flying knives, was just

The embroidered pillow's feint attack, coupled with his fierce murderous intention, unless Wang Erzhu really dared to trade his life for his life, he would defend with all his strength with one sword. Once the last breath of spiritual energy is exhausted, victory will be nothing but a piece of Xu Tianran's bag.

Li Shiyu was so happy that he couldn't help but stood up and cheered. Zhu Ziqi couldn't help but smile. Sure enough, he was still the little cunning guy from Qingshan Town. He didn't have enough strength and had to use tricks. Lu Xiaobu's rough cheers seemed to be able to penetrate the ninth heaven, and Qianxun finally

He let go of his sweaty hands in his sleeves.

Yelu Dashi let out a long sigh of relief and said proudly: "Fourth brother is really a genius. Within thirty years, he will be on the martial arts review. Compared with him, we are far behind."

Qian Tang was convinced. When Chen Jingtang looked at his fourth brother, who had a bruised nose and swollen face, a broken shirt, and a bleak appearance, he felt admiration. It would be impossible for him to defeat Wang Erzhu. If he still tried his best to compete with his fourth brother at this time, it would be true.

So shameless.

Chen Jingtang has long seen the concern of the princess for Xu Tianran. The princess also likes the fourth brother. It is time for him to let go. It seems that love is his destiny. The woman he loves will either marry his junior brother or marry him.
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