Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1135
The long sword drew a long arc in the air, reflecting the shocked eyebrows of the practitioners in the audience.

"This Xirong man doesn't use a sword?"

"Is he crazy to use short guns on such a formal occasion?"

Ying Baoyue was also a little surprised. The people of Xirong did not use swords much. Like the practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty, they generally used scimitars suitable for immediate combat. He Lianyan was one of them. He could use both scimitars and swords. The sword, he used the sword when he fought Xu Bingqing at the opening ceremony of the middle-level ceremony.

Since one knows how to use a sword, it is natural to use a sword when fighting with a real sword. Who would choose a weapon like a pistol?
You must know that a practitioner's use of a sword is not just arty, but the top martial arts in the world are all sword books. If you don't use a sword, you are doomed to be unable to use many swordsmanship.There are few and mediocre gun books, and they are generally compiled only for small soldiers in the army, because it takes more than ten years to learn swords, but weapons such as guns, spears, and halberds are very suitable for ordinary people to learn in a short time, and they are also powerful.

But only if it is long enough.

Seeing He Lianyan walking up to Lu Xuanling with the short spear that was only half a person tall, the knowledgeable practitioners in the audience frowned.

An inch short an inch risk.

Guns are weapons like long swords in the army, but the general standard long spears are at least ten feet long, which is two or three heads longer than an adult man, and the spear head is at least ten inches long, which is larger than the palm of an adult man. Put on.

But the short gun in He Lianyan's hand was only half the height of a person, and the tip of the gun was more like a special one, about four inches, only half the size of a person's palm.

If this is in the army, if such a short gun is made, the quartermaster will probably have to obey the military law.

"What is this Xirong man trying to do? Is this little short spear a child's toy? What can it be used for?"

Many practitioners in the audience laughed loudly watching this scene.

Although Ji Jiashu and the others wouldn't laugh at it, they didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Helianyan's gourd.

Can't use swordsmanship, this gun has no lethality, what can he do?Do you want to admit defeat?
"Could it be that Xirong has some peerless marksmanship handed down?" Zhao Guang walked to Li Ji's side and asked in a low voice.

Li Ji shook his head, "It's also the first time I've seen him use a gun."

Ying Baoyue also heard Li Ji's words on the side. Li Ji has never seen it, which means that Helianyan has never used a gun against Li Ji. With Li Ji's strength, it is impossible to mobilize Helianyan's means of suppressing the bottom of the box. Besides, she had never heard of any gun masters in Xirong in her previous life, so why did He Lianyan choose to use a gun when facing Fan Yang Lu's disciples?
At this time, amidst the humming of the people below, the opening bell rang, and He Lianyan and Lu Xuanling stood face to face.

Lu Xuanling slowly pulled out the long sword at her waist, her posture graceful like a landscape painting.

A ray of morning sun fell right on his face and sword, shining brightly.

He is a handsome young man. It is impossible for the descendants of a wealthy family to be unsightly for hundreds of years. After all, appearance is a very important part of the family's selection criteria for a daughter-in-law. After genetic modification from generation to generation, the longer the inheritance time, the appearance of the descendants will be The more outstanding.

Lu Xuanling is even the best of the aristocratic family that Ying Baoyue has seen, with both elegant and heroic looks, and his figure is as tall and straight as a bamboo, a head taller than He Lianyan.

Looking at Lu Xuanling's handsome face, Ying Baoyue finally had a vague impression of the Lu family in her mind. It was a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old who returned to Nanning as the princess of Zhaoyang in her previous life. When I came to meet her in Chu, she looked very similar to Lu Xuanling, and there was a smart and handsome boy about ten years old behind him.

Wait, Ying Baoyue came to his senses at this moment, carefully comparing the little round face in his memory with the young man on stage.

Could that little boy be Lu Xuanling?
If Lu Xuanling is the eldest son and grandson, the Lu family who came to see her ten years ago, could it be his uncle?

Ying Baoyue was a little surprised, because when she came to Nanchu, her master had mentioned to her that some hidden families in Nanchu wanted to marry her to add a layer of security to the family, and asked her not to stay if she didn't want to marry into Nanchu. She didn't talk more carefully to the young people who came to her, she didn't even remember their names.

At this moment, she raised her head, looked at the long sword in Lu Xuanling's hand on the high platform, and confirmed her guess.

She didn't remember the name of the young man from the Lu family, but she remembered his sword.

Under the sunlight, the long sword drawn by Lu Xuanling was dazzling, causing a burst of exclamation.

"This is the sword of the Lu family. Fan Yang's Lu family really has a profound heritage!"

The long sword in Lu Xuanling's hand is as long as the short spear in He Lianyan's hand. It is luxurious and cold, and combined with Lu Xuanling's red shirt and handsome appearance like a full moon, the hearts of the people in the audience are all overwhelmed. It's hot.

"Master Lu will win!"

Before the fight officially started, the cheers of the people were warm enough.

"You're really popular." Chen Zichu glanced at Ji Jiashu jokingly, "The title of the most outstanding son of Southern Chu before Lord Chunhua was born really deserves his reputation."

"What the hell is that?" Ji Jiashu laughed, Ying Baoyue looked over in surprise when he heard the words, Chen Zichu wanted to make fun of it, but Lu Xuanling and He Lianyan on the stage had already moved.

Lu Xuanling drew his sword out of its sheath, and made a gesture that was very in line with the ancient etiquette. Although the opponent was from Xirong, he still maintained his etiquette and spoke gently and politely.

"Master Helian, please enlighten me."

His answer was silence.

The examiner had already started the battle, and the incense had started to burn, but for some reason, He Lianyan just stood there holding the short gun, motionless.

Practitioners in the Central Plains will salute each other before the battle, but the Xirong people always call suddenly without saying hello. Although Lu Xuanling is a gentleman, he still has a mind. Not even a hand gesture.

The sneak attack did not conform to the etiquette norms of practitioners in the Central Plains. Lu Xuanling looked at the Xirong youth opposite, "Mr. Helian, you..."

"You attack first."

Facing the polite gentleman opposite, He Lianyan spoke calmly.

Lu Xuanling frowned, feeling that he was a little insulted, but his mind was stable. Hearing this, he raised the long sword calmly, and a flame ignited on the sword, shining brightly!
Facing the raging flames, He Lianyan opened both hands, holding the gun in one hand, with his forearm and upper arm placed at a right angle, his arms slowly raised, and the front door on his chest opened wide.

"What is this for? Mr. Helian, are you looking down on me?" Lu Xuanling's eyes darkened slightly, looking at the young man from Xirong who was facing him with his chest.

"I'm just thinking about a question," Helianyan stared fixedly at his sword, "Come on."

"What kind of movement is he doing? What kind of starting gesture?" Zhao Guang in the audience opened his eyes wide as he watched this scene. With Lu Xuanling's speed, it was enough to pierce Helianyan's chest with a sword!
Ying Baoyue didn't know what kind of gesture this was, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that the whole world became quiet.

In Xueluo's silence, she heard a long breath.

"Teach me!"

Lu Xuanling's eyes shone brightly, and the long sword in his hand ignited a raging fire, stabbing at He Lianyan's chest fiercely.

That moment happened extremely fast.

A click.

He Lianyan, with his arms outstretched, turned around and brushed against Lu Xuanling's sword, and the arrowhead of the short spear in his hand pierced into the chest of the noble young master.

　Sorry for the late posting, I have revised it many times, hoping to restore the picture in my mind
　　
　
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