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- Chapter 266 One move
"Haha, haha" Pan Xiande, standing in the center of the ring, burst into laughter. His original calm demeanor disappeared, and his flat face was filled with a bit of wild energy.
He laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the sky, like spring thunder. The people watching the battle in the surrounding paintings felt deafening, as if the bells and bells were hitting their ears non-stop, and a wave of nausea surged in their chests and abdomen. feel.
"Watch it!" A clear shout sounded from Ye Zhong's mouth, like a crane chirping for nine days, soaring into the sky. Its clear sound filled the ears, making it comfortable to listen to, and it immediately drove away the nauseating feeling in everyone's body.
Ye Zhong, who was smiling lightly at first, lowered his face and showed his majesty. Even in the distance of the arena, you can feel the coercive aura exuding from his body.
Pan Xiande also felt short of breath and could no longer laugh in the sky. He stabilized his mind, regained his composure, and said slowly: "What Master Ye said is ridiculous!"
Although he spoke slowly and without exerting any force, his voice spread in all directions, as if it was ringing in front of everyone's ears, revealing his profound inner strength.
The disrespect and sarcasm in his tone were palpable, and he seemed to be extremely disdainful of Ye Zhong.
Some of the people watching the battle were enjoying the misfortune. In recent years, as the Quanzhen Sect and the Shaolin Temple have kept a low profile, the Maple Leaf Sword Sect has become more and more prestigious. Except for the Qingwei Sword Sect, no other sect can compete with it. , Today, it is rare to see such a brave person who dares to come out and stroke the tiger's beard. It is really rare and exciting.
Others are wondering, when did such a figure appear in the Central Plains martial arts world with such deep inner strength?
"Godfather, this guy is very cunning, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!" Yang Ruonan was watching the fun with his delicate white jaw, but he saw Pan Xiande acting like this. He felt a little disgusted and couldn't help but snorted.
She already knew that she almost missed it. This Pan Xiande was more powerful than she thought, and he was really hidden!
"Brother-in-law, does he want to become famous through this?" Guo Xiang thought for a moment and asked Xiao Yuesheng in a hesitant tone. She had a vague feeling that it was not that simple.
Although she is smart.
Xihu¡¯s experience is still shallow, so he can¡¯t guess what Pan Xiande¡¯s intentions are. It seems that it¡¯s not just for fame. Otherwise, why would he have to offend the two major factions of Maple Leaf Sword Qingwei? No matter how powerful he is, if he offends the two major sword sects of the north and the south, he may not end well!
"Don't be anxious, just take your time and watch!" Xiao Yuesheng's anger has been suppressed. He resumed his calm and casual style and smiled lightly.
It was just a moment of anger, but I forgot that Zhang Qingyun is now the famous Qingwei Divine Sword. His sword skills are superb and he is still invincible.
"The heroes who came to watch the battle are not here for the Sunflower Book, but because they want to see a wonderful showdown. If Zhang Sect takes action, everyone will definitely want it!"
Pan Xiande's mediocre face still has a hint of irony. Although he speaks calmly, his accent is weird, which always makes people feel angry, and they want to slap him in the face until the flowers bloom.
There were cheers from various viewpoints. Although the voices were deliberately lowered, so many people were buzzing together, and the momentum was extraordinary.
They obviously agreed with what Pan Xiande said. Being able to see the elegance of the Qingwei Divine Sword is a rare opportunity that should not be missed.
But she was afraid that speaking out would offend Zhang Qingyun, the Qingwei Divine Swordsman. Although her swordsmanship was as good as that of a god, she was still a woman, and her mind was not open to the world. They only dared to whisper in a low voice.
At this moment, Zhang Qingyun let go of his jade hand that was pressing on the moon-white sword. Sitting quietly at the table, he picked up the black porcelain tea cup in front of him.
Squinting his eyes slightly, he carefully looked at Pan Xiande who was standing in the field. His cold jade face was white and flawless, neither happy nor angry, only showing a bit of thoughtfulness.
The cheers around her could not affect her mood. The appearance of Pan Xiande was indeed intriguing.
There are countless people who have become famous by challenging themselves like this. Whether or not they accept the challenge depends on their mood, but when they do it, they will be absolutely merciless, and countless people will fall under her sword.
Frightened by his ruthless methods, in recent years, no one dared to take this path to fame. Unexpectedly, I met Pan Xiande here today, who is quite capable!
Zhang Qingyun suddenly felt a little excited in his heart. As he stayed in Linhuju and Guanlan Villa, his swordsmanship, which had already reached its bottleneck, improved by leaps and bounds again. Compared with when he had a martial arts debate with Ye Chong Yanyulou, he could now It is really a pleasure to be able to compete with two of my original selves and have the opportunity to test my achievements in recent days.
Ye Chong¡¯s majestic gaze slowly passed over the many figures below the ring, his face was as dark as water, and he hummed softly.With a sound, he said calmly: "If you want to challenge Master Zhang, let's decide if we become the final winner!"
"A battle with the Qingwei Divine Sword is my long-cherished wish. Even if I can't see the Sunflower Book, I won't hesitate!" Pan Xiande said solemnly, like a heavy weight, it rang in everyone's ears, and his firm desire made people feel Heartbeat.
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"Well, I'll do it for you!" Zhang Qingyun suddenly raised his hand to stop Ye Zhong's retort. With the other hand, he quietly put down the black porcelain tea cup and slowly stood up from the chair.
Ye Chong felt a pain in his heart, and looked helplessly at Xiao Yuesheng, who was not far away from the ring, with a wry smile on his Qingqi face.
Xiao Yuesheng tilted his head slightly, nodded to Ye Zhong, showed a gentle smile, and showed gratitude in his eyes, which made Ye Zhong breathe a sigh of relief.
Ye Zhong is not afraid of Xiao Yuesheng's magical powers. Even if he has great magical powers, he cannot make him obey orders. What he is afraid of is that Xiao Yuesheng will suffer a lot if he accuses him in front of Xiaoxing.
In front of Xiaoxing, he is just a child who has no power to fight back. Moreover, she teaches others without mercy. Her own internal strength has no effect. It makes me shudder when I think about it.
In the spotlight of everyone, Zhang Qingyun was dressed in a moon-white Taoist robe, with silk shoes as light as feathers, walking gracefully, exuding an aura of ice and purity. As the breeze blew, the Taoist robe fluttered, like a fairy from Gushe Mountain.
In just a few charming steps, Zhang Qingyun came to Pan Xiande, who had a solemn look on his face. He tightened the long sword in his hand. Swallowing hard the astringent liquid in your mouth.
Even though he spoke so arrogantly and wildly, he still felt nervous when he faced the invincible master of swordsmanship.
His eyes were fixed on Zhang Qingyun's whole body, trying to catch a glimpse of any flaw, but his eyes were sore from staring too hard, and he still couldn't do it.
My heart kept sinking, knowing that I still underestimated this Qingwei Divine Sword. Her whole body was filled with emptiness, and she actually felt like she was floating out of the dust, far away in the clouds, and it was impossible to capture her breath.
¡°Godfather, how many swords can that person block Zhang Zhang¡¯s sword?¡± Yang Ruonan¡¯s beautiful face showed an expression of great interest, she shook her big hands held in two jade hands and asked softly.
"That depends on the mood of the head Zhang!" Xiao Yuesheng had a gentle smile on his face, but he was still thinking about it in his heart. This Pan Xiande must be a pseudonym. Which sect does he come from? Is it still the Sa Ding sect?
Zhang Qingyun's cold, jade-like face was calm and calm. She came a few steps away from him and pressed her jade hand on the moon-white sword on Liu's waist. Amid a dragon's roar, a cold light flashed, and a long sword that was as bright as a spring was unsheathed.
"Please!" Zhang Qingyun glanced at Pan Xiande opposite, his voice was cold. Like a cold spring in summer.
Everyone outside the field immediately became nervous and looked at the two people on the field with almost bated breath.
The long sword was slowly unsheathed, and Pan Xiande's steps were also moving slowly, not forward, but around the calm Zhang Qingyun, trying to change the direction to expose the opponent's flaws.
Zhang Qingyun held the long sword that seemed to be flowing across his chest, and gently held the hilt of the sword with his white bare hands. The skirt of his clothes was fluttering in the breeze, and he looked as graceful as an immortal. He ignored Pan Xiande who came around behind him, and closed his bright eyes slightly, seeming to be in silence.
"It's treason!" The gazes around him seemed to be carrying huge pressure. Pan Xiande finally couldn't bear it any longer. He shouted softly and stabbed with his long sword. Go straight to Zhang Qingyun's back.
"Dang!" Zhang Qingyun spun his feet. The long sword moved smoothly, drawing a half arc. It hit the back of the incoming sword and made a crisp sound.
Through the rotation of his body, Zhang Qingyun's sword was extremely powerful. Pan Xiande was caught off guard, and a huge force came from the sword body. The long sword swung outwards involuntarily, revealing the empty door in front of him.
Zhang Qingyun's sword did not seem to be affected. The horizontal slash suddenly turned into a straight thrust, like a poisonous snake, heading straight for Pan Xiande's open door. The sword flashed with lightning speed, and everyone watching the battle felt their eyes blurred. The shape of the sword can no longer be seen clearly.
"Ah!" A scream rang out. Pan Xiande's sword fell to the ground, and he covered his chest with both hands. His eyes showed flaming hatred, and he glared at Zhang Qingyun who was slowly sheathing his sword full of unwillingness.
Zhang Qingyun turned a blind eye to the monstrous hatred. He shook the sword lightly, and a dragon roar sounded. Under the sudden flash of cold light, the blood on the tip of the sword immediately escaped, and it returned to being spotless, just like its owner. two.
"Ah! Is this the end of the fun?!"
¡°Ah, it turns out it¡¯s really that powerful!¡±
"Mom, this guy is an embroidered pillow!"
"Really, seeing how arrogant he is, I thought he was really capable, but he can't even take a single move. It's really?Dead people! "
"The Qingwei Divine Sword is indeed worthy of its reputation!"
"It is indeed the best swordsmanship in the world!"
In the crowd around the arena, the people watching the battle could no longer suppress their shock. Discussions continued one after another, and the entire West Lake seemed to be noisy.
Zhang Qingyun ignored people's comments and turned a blind eye to the hateful eyes in front of him. He just slowly sheathed the long sword like a clear spring. His jade face was as cold as before, but his bright eyes showed a bit of contempt, pointing at his feet. Pan Xiande, who was already a pool of blood, said lightly: "You don't overestimate your capabilities!"
¡°Pfft¡ª¡ª!¡± A bloody arrow shot out of Pan Xiande¡¯s mouth.
The hot blood that kept pouring into his throat could no longer be suppressed. It was stimulated by these words and spurted out. With the spurting out of such hot blood, he felt that all the energy in his body seemed to be sprayed out, and he felt weak. It grabbed him immediately.
With the sound of "Bang!", the burly body fell to the sky and fell into a pool of blood. He had fallen into a coma and was unconscious.
The trauma to his body would not cause him to faint immediately, but Zhang Qingyun's few numbers severely traumatized his mind. He was full of confidence, but he didn't expect that he couldn't take a single move. Such a huge gap was the most hurtful, plus Being provoked by the opponent, his energy and blood rushed to his heart, and he couldn't help but fall into coma.
For the somewhat cynical Zhang Qingyun, it was already a great mercy not to stab him with a sword while he was unable to resist. He came here to seek death himself, so he should be granted the favor!
As for whether she will form an unbreakable grudge, she is also very open-minded. Defeating an opponent means becoming a grudge against the opponent. No matter how big or small the hatred is, the only way to survive is to keep working hard so that the other party does not dare to retaliate. , it is human nature to bully the weak and fear the strong.
A snow-white shadow suddenly flashed in front of everyone's eyes, and a girl dressed in snow fur appeared beside Pan Xiande.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Outside of the snow-white mink fur, her face is extremely beautiful, her face is as radiant as snow, and it is so compelling that people dare not look directly at it. It is Yang Ruonan who is following Xiao Yuesheng.
Zhang Qingyun's sword was not fatal. Although she had signed a life and death certificate, she did not want to kill anyone in full view of the public, so as not to cause trouble.
But if no one stops the bleeding of the unconscious Pan Xiande, his life will not be saved and he will bleed to death.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, and was a little unhappy with Zhang Qingyun's cruelty. He gently pulled Yang Ruonan and said softly: "Go and rescue this person!"
¡°Okay¡ª¡ª!¡± Yang Ruonan hurriedly agreed and disappeared into the cabin before she could stand up. Her godfather¡¯s instructions deeply impressed her.
Everyone in the ring felt that half of the money spent today was well spent! Not only could he see the stunning and miraculous sword of Qingwei Divine Sword, but he could also see such a stunningly beautiful woman. Looking at the woman accompanying him, he couldn't help but feel bored.
Yang Ruonan came to the stage, first bowed to Zhang Qingyun, and said in a sweet voice: "Ruonan has met my aunt!"
After Zhang Qingyun gave him a weak support, she leaned down and tapped her slender green-white jade fingers quickly several times. When she touched the empty spot, Pan Xiande's wound immediately stopped bleeding, and the effect was extraordinary.
"Hehe, aunt, it was my godfather who asked me to save people!" Yang Ruonan put his hand on Pan Xiande's limp wrist and smiled sweetly at Zhang Qingyun who came to him.
Zhang Qingyun turned around and glanced at Xiao Yuesheng, who was sitting in a painting under the ring, and saw him sitting behind the case, his gentle face as heavy as water, his brows slightly frowned, and his eyes looking at him were also indifferent, and he couldn't help but feel confused.
"Ruonan, bring him here quickly!" Xiao Yuesheng stopped looking at Zhang Qingyun, as if he didn't recognize him, and said lightly to Yang Ruonan.
His voice was clear and slow, but the people around him could not hear it. It only reached the ears of Zhang Qingyun and Yang Ruonan.
Although he is angry at Zhang Qingyun, he will not delay the business. He wants to save this person not because he is soft-hearted, but because he wants to use mind reading to find out his background and find out the person behind the scenes.
He himself is not a merciful person, but he doesn't like women to be cruel. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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