The Wei San people on the side were all excited when they heard this, and they wished they could become one of them.
But he knew that in front of these five people, his name as Sword King Wei Sanren was still unworthy.
These five are all the most outstanding and outstanding young heroes in the world, and they are all the proud sons of heaven.
When Fu Xie saw Yi Hang coming, he asked in a low voice: "Yi Hang, where is Sanfei?"
Yi Hang lowered his voice: "The sixth prince didn't take action last night. Today's decisive battle between Meng Hao and the sixth prince made the second prince a little worried, so he stayed guard at the martial arts school and didn't come over."
Xie Fu knew that the most people who died this time was the word C. There were too many things mixed in the word C. It seemed that it was not a competition, but a life and death confrontation, so he asked lightly: "Don't Sanfei have confidence in Meng Hao? "
Yi Hang smiled: "There are three performances at the martial arts school today. If you hurry up here at Yin Chun Shui Pavilion, you can rush over and join in the fun."
As time goes by, more and more people come to Yin Chun Shui Pavilion. Ever since Gu Xuan's name spread, they all want to come and see the figure who is the number one martial artist in Suzhou.
They hope that Gu Xuan's opponents will not lose too quickly, so that they can experience more of the power of gods and men.
In addition, Ye Jinghong versus Leng Leng was also a heavyweight competition.
Will Ye Jinghong draw his sword today?
Can Leng Leng, the disciple of the Taoist Tianzong, bring surprises? After all, Leng Leng also wears the crown of the only disciple of Qinghua Xianzhen.
Needless to say, Duanmu Ci is a master figure that people in martial arts look up to and respect as a god.
Beside the lake, a group of maids from the royal family gathered together, creating a unique landscape.
They made several new big flags. The difference from yesterday was that the word "Thank you" was embroidered on the flags.
They came to support Xie Fu.
When the time came, Governor Wu announced loudly: "The last game of Ji Zi, the third column versus the ninth column."
Ye Jinghong came on stage, and Xie Fu asked in a low voice: "Brother Ye, your injury is not serious, right?"
The first glance at Leng Leng was still fresh in Xie Fu's memory. This might be Ye Jinghong's strongest opponent so far.
Lu Wenlin, who was not far away, heard this and was surprised. Ye Jinghong was injured. In this kind of duel between top experts, the outcome was only a matter of millimeters, so it would be bad if he was injured.
Ye Jinghong smiled slightly: "I can't control the sword. To me, it doesn't matter whether it's injured or not. I hope I can help Brother Xie this time."
Ye Jinghong flew towards the center of the lake.
Lu Wenlin approached and asked, "Brother Xie, is the Young City Master injured?"
Xie Fu nodded: "I don't know if the injury is serious or not."
Two people off the field.
Wearing a Taoist robe, he looks like the cold and elegant figure of an immortal.
Dressed in white, Ye Jinghong is the most handsome person in the world.
The noisy Yin Chun Shui Pavilion became quiet in silence.
Although the two of them were still, their energy had been fighting for countless rounds.
"Ye Jinghong, you haven't drawn your sword yet."
Ye Jinghong held the sword in one hand and made a gesture with the other: "Please."
Leng Leng raised the corner of his mouth, sneered silently, and drew his sword from its sheath.
Zheng!
The ancient, vigorous, and Xiao Han sword sounds resounded through the sky.
Just hearing its sound without seeing its edge is frightening. What a sharp sword it is. Just hearing the sound of the sword will make you feel the hot blood piercing your body.
Leng Leng paused for a moment, waiting for Ye Jinghong to draw his sword, but Ye Jinghong still stood still.
Others couldn't see clearly how Leng Leng drew his sword. They could only see the silver light coming like lightning, and the sword coming to Ye Jinghong's side, with the sword carrying Ye Jinghong's contemptuous punishment for him.
The next moment, the sword's light suddenly rose, and the brilliance of silver flowers reflected on the clear river like the first ray of dawn.
Leng Leng seems to have only one sword, but also seems to have countless swords, like one move, but also seems to have countless rounds of fighting.
If the opponent was not Ye Jinghong, the moment the light shined on, the opponent would have died under the edge of the sword, and there would be no light at all.
Ye Jinghong used Flowing Water Heart, and the human clothes and the edge of the cold edge sword melted together. Wherever the cold edge sword pointed, he would go there.
People follow the sword, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal. No matter how sharp the sword is, it is of no use.
That white dress is like a woman as gentle as a dream. No matter how rough or violent you are, she will still be as tender as water.
If Leng Leng's sword was slower, so slow that people could see Ye Jinghong's figure, then Ye Jinghong's image must be very beautiful.
In the midst of the sword chants, Leng Leng sneered: "Ye Jinghong, have you seen my flaw? It's a pity that I'm not Long Jing."
After saying this, the edge of the cold edge sword changed suddenly, and the flowing clouds flew around Ye Jinghong's body, like countless rapids converging on the boat.
After passing the front, the two stood still.
When others saw it, their hearts trembled slightly. This was the glory fading away, and the victory or defeat was decided!
Although Ye Jinghong is Yuanzhi Yuanting, her pure white body is stained with blood. The whiteness is as bright as the red in the snow, like the mottled red flowers.
Leng Leng's cold and aloof face was indifferent and expressionless. He had long seen the flaw in Liu Shuixin, and he had the ability to break it. He wanted Ye Jinghong to know that he was not Long Jing, and he was not someone to be played with. You have to draw your sword!
"Ye Jinghong, spare your life, but I won't draw my sword yet."
Registered disciple, registered disciple, Xianzhen, if I am not qualified to be your entry-level disciple, who in the world is qualified.
If I am not qualified, even the amazingly talented Ye Jinghong in front of me is not qualified either.
Ye Jinghong responded: "Yes, it's time for me to draw my sword."
When everyone heard this, their hearts were filled with excitement. Ye Jinghong was finally about to draw his sword, and finally there was an opponent worthy of him.
What kind of brilliance his sword should bloom.
Ye Jinghong frowned slightly and opened his eyes angrily.
The tenderness like water and the fierceness like fire in the black eyes are intertwined. This is the gentleness of a hero and the violence of a hero.
His body exudes a rich and fiery masculine aura, his shoulders are like carrying mountains, but his posture is graceful and upright.
Ye Jinghong looked at Leng Leng and also looked at his hometown in the distance.
Those mountains are majestic, the Gobi is vast, the rivers are winding...
That place of war...
A body frozen to death in the white snow.
Skeletons exposed to the scorching sun.
A doll that is still warm but can never be woken up...
Young City Lord, we are waiting for you and welcome you and your mistress back together.
Ye Jinghong's eyes were filled with tears. Dear fellow villagers, Jinghong will definitely live up to his trust!
Ye Jinghong's sword was silent.
It was a white sword, as if covered with a layer of frost and snow.
The moment Ye Jinghong drew out his sword, it gave people the illusion of being in a vast expanse of snow. He only felt a slight chill on his face. When he reached out and touched it, his fingers were covered with a thin layer of frost.
This is not an illusion!
If I don't have the fearless will to die, how can I draw the sword without my control? Ye Jinghong drew the sword.
This sword is the hard work and wisdom of many generations of the Ye family. It must be a shocking and glorious sword.
This sword is the sustenance and hope of so many people. It is so sad and full of human emotions and warmth.
This sword is the Ye family's unique move to protect the city, and it is called "go to death".
Go to death!
Carrying the sun, moon and stars, overlooking the vast land, the air flows through the mountains and rivers of Jiuzhou, and the seas and rivers come together.
Everyone was shocked to realize that although the sword was not pointed by the sword, it was involuntarily protected by luck.
The snow-white sword turned red in an instant. This red was redder than fire. It was the red turned by the blood in Ye Jinghong's heart.
As soon as Ye Jinghong drew his sword, he became powerful.
Not allowing Leng Leng to think too much, his momentum rose to the point where it could no longer be increased. He used all he had learned in his life to use his unique skills - this is how I break.
The dragon and phoenix fight, the phoenix flame spreads its wings to kill the blue dragon, and the sword energy penetrates thousands of miles.
A flash of red and silver.
While everyone was trembling, they knew the outcome!
Yin Chun Shui Pavilion has become Ye Jinghong’s home field!
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