The prince lacks training: the royal concubine

In the turbulent air, the two retreated respectively, Lu Xuan took a step back, but Yuan Qiyan took several steps back one after another.

"It seems that Wan Poison Valley is going to lose this time!"

"Yeah, the difference in strength is too great!"

There was a sigh of relief under the stage.

Yuan Qiyan was unaware of all this, once he stood still, he rushed towards Lu Xuan again. [

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There was another long and piercing sound of vibration, and his fist hit Lu Xuan's Black Dragon Sword again.This time Lu Xuan was shocked and took two steps back, while he flew upside down.

"Ah!" There was a burst of exclamation from the audience.

Hai Weilan's heart also suddenly rose to his throat, but he saw that he suddenly turned over in the air at the moment of flying out, and landed steadily on the ground with the force of the rotation, almost without stopping, his figure swayed, and he was forced again. Arrived in front of Lu Xuan.

Still sending fists and palms together, the same tricks, the same movements, but the speed is faster than before.

This was a kind of provocation, Lu Xuan naturally wouldn't back down, and Mo Longjian moved forward, and blocked it with the same trick.

hum- hum-

Two vibrating sounds in no particular order, intertwined and overlapped, spreading with sharp fluctuations, people around the arena suddenly felt eardrums ache, as if countless steel needles had pierced their ears, and some covered their ears , and some raised their internal strength to resist.

At the same time, Lu Xuan staggered back a few steps, but Yuan Qiyan fell several feet away like a kite with a broken string, and landed on the ground with a bang, stirring up a cloud of dust and gravel.The bluestone under him was sunken, and the whole arena shook accordingly.

"Ah?!" The audience exclaimed one after another.

"Master!" Chang Bao and Rong An exclaimed in unison, Jun Zhu and Dong Fang Ao both changed their expressions, and even Hai Wei Lan suddenly opened his eyes wide, feeling as if his chest had been hit by a heavy hammer, and Stuffy and painful.

Just when everyone thought that he was seriously injured this time, Yuan Qiyan jumped up, but he didn't continue to attack, but stood on the spot, panting heavily.

Lu Xuan didn't take the opportunity to attack, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't.His arm holding the sword was completely paralyzed, and he has not yet regained consciousness at this time, and the blood in his body is also churning, which cannot be calmed down for a long time.

He looked at Yuan Qiyan, his eyes were full of astonishment, he really couldn't understand, why is that person still so powerful?Even if it was him, it would take a long time to recover after a full battle with the third junior brother, but that person's internal strength not only did not weaken, but became stronger every time!

What exactly is going on?

While his thoughts were turning, Yuan Qiyan moved again, his body swayed, turned around and came to the front, his fists and palms were hunting, and he attacked cleanly without any fancy.

Lu Xuan hurriedly restrained his mind to fight, this time he didn't use the Black Dragon Sword to block it.Since he was seven years old, he has owned the Molong Sword, and has been with it day and night, sharing joys and sorrows, and has experienced countless battles, big and small. Man and sword have become one, and their hearts are connected.When he resisted just now, he clearly heard the moan of Mo Longjian.

Mo Longjian was warning him, telling him that this opponent should not be underestimated.He didn't dare to underestimate the enemy any more, so he raised his spirit to deal with it.

The two of them did not hide their clumsiness, they fought against the enemy with all their strength, sword shadow fist wind, you come and go, fighting in one place, until the people in the audience are dazzled and have difficulty breathing. [

At the 130th round, Lu Xuan saw a flaw in Yuan Qiyan's chest, and the Molong Sword swept across it mercilessly.Yuan Qiyan didn't dodge either, he greeted him with both palms, clasped the sword body in his palms up and down, and pressed down suddenly...