Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　On the roof of the hall paved with glazed tiles, there are four beasts on the black eaves facing the vast starry sky.

　　 The chill of late autumn is getting stronger and stronger.

　　 The thick black clouds condensed in the night sky, and the inside seemed to be accumulating the first snow of late autumn. It seemed that it could not bear the weight of the snow, and it fell towards the world, bringing an endless sense of constriction to the whole world.

　　On the blue brick arena of Baiyu Square, there is only a green shirt figure that is as small as an ant compared to the towering palace.

　　 Fang Lang held the obsidian sword with a gentle smile on his face. The shirt of the blue shirt was flapping in the night sky, like a banner blowing and making a "puff" sound.

　　 The entire Baiyu Square in front of the Tai Chi Palace was silent.

　　 On both sides of the Royal Road, it stretches to the Suzaku Gate, and then down from the Suzaku Street, it seems to become silent.

　　The people who were watching this battle opened their mouths wide, not knowing how to act.

The gamblers stunned the gambling slips in their hands, and the sweat from all over their bodies completely wetted the gambling slips. Their faces were ashen ashes, and despair was clearly visible on their faces. It is foreseeable that tomorrow, the moat outside Chang'an City, I am afraid. There will be many more buddies who will join the river together.

　　 Ximen Xianxian, who was the most popular champion, was defeated and lost to Fang Lang. Before the beginning of this palace exam, not many people were optimistic about the dark horse.

Fang Lang is the number one in the Wenwu Gold List. However, from the beginning, not many people were optimistic about Fang Lang, because Fang Lang’s cultivation base was too low, and it was difficult for him to stand out in the palace exam. Most people thought that Fang Lang would be in the first round. Was brushed down.

　　, however, never thought that this son, in an extremely garish manner, in a way that shocked the world's attention, was extremely coquettish, and squeezed into the last palace exam...the champion contest!

　　 With the defeat of Ximen Xianxian, there is no suspense, and the battle for the champion took place between Fang Lang and Wu Wang’s daughter Jiang Linglong.

　　 In fact, everyone actually has some psychological expectations for the defeat of Ximen Xianxian.

　　 After all, Fang Lang strongly defeated the top champion Li Yuanzhen, then the possibility of winning Ximen Xianxian would be great.

　　 But, the most shocking thing is that Fang Lang's match with Ximen Xianxian was actually more bells and whistles than with Li Yuanzhen!

　　 stepped on the flying sword, eloquent, holding an ice bow while reciting poetry!

The way of poetry is obviously what Ximen Xianxian is best at. You must know that Ximen Xianxian is well-known in Chang'an. He is famous for his poems in Chang'an Jiaofang. , And now... is defeated by poetry again!

　　 This is the point that caused everyone's uproar.

　　 In front of Tai Chi Palace.

　　 The eldest prince frowned slightly, his eyes flashed with disappointment.

　　 On the other side, Lu Taixuan laughed and gently stroked his palm: "It's not in vain that the old man woke up soberly to watch this battle."

　　 "The contest between the two talents of the younger generation who are the best in poetry and poetry in Chang'an, really sparked different fireworks."

　　 "You must be happy in life, don't let Jinzunkong face the moon."

　　 "Okay! This poem simply exhausts the delight of my wine lovers!"

　　 Zaifu Lu Taixuan couldn't help laughing. He really couldn't help it. He was originally in the imperial city, he restrained himself extremely, and would not easily take out the gourd to drink.

　　 But...

　　This verse, how does it taste without wine?

　　 "Boom", he pulled out the gourd plug and drank the wine!

　　While drinking, she laughed: "Ten thousand miles of sadness in autumn often visits, and has been alone for more than a hundred years..."

　　 "Tasteful, tasteful enough."

　　 "Mo Chou has no confidant on the road ahead, no one in the world knows the king... After tonight, in the Tang Dynasty, no one knows the name of Fang Lang!"

　　 Li Pu glanced at Lu Taixuan, expressionless.

　　 This old thing boasted so much, I'm afraid I just want a chance to drink a bar.

"Ximen Xianxian has accumulated awe-inspiring aura for several years, and he shouldn’t have been defeated so easily. When Fang Lang’s poem was indeed one of the best in a million... Especially the phrase'Heaven and earth have righteousness, mixed manifolds', to Ximen Xianxian's impact was the strongest."

　　 "A battle that seems funny and ridiculous is actually a spiritual confrontation between Confucianism and Taoism."

　　 "Ximen Xianxian has no strength to lose, he is a poetry talent."

　　 Li Pu said lightly.

　　 The hundreds of officials around also nodded one after another, and many civil servants were still immersed in the speechless poems of Fang Langtong’s Ximen Xianxian.

　　 The big prince flickered and smiled.

　　 "Xian Xian lost and lost. It can only be said that he is not a champion."

　　 "The next champion contest is the highlight of this palace exam."

　　 The prince said.

　　 The officials calmed down, and for a long time, they all made good comments.

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　　 Ximen Xianxian lay on the icy ground of Baiyu Square, and he stared at the black and crushing clouds hanging above the night sky blankly.

　　 His head is full of Fang Lang's thunderous poems.

　　 The imperial doctor in the palace rushed to check his injuries. In fact, Ximen Xianxian's injuries were not serious, but the most serious one was heartache.

　　 Fang Lang defeated him in Ximen Xianxian's proudest point, and it was naturally a great blow to Ximen Xianxian.

　　 stood up swayingly, Ximen Xianxian wiped the blood from his forehead.

　　 There is righteousness in the heaven and the earth, and the manifold is mixed.

　　 This sentence has a great influence on him.

　　 His eyes are shining, and they are getting brighter.

　　 He arched his hand toward Fang Lang on the ring. Although Fang Lang didn't look at it any more, Ximen Xianxian felt that his heart gradually became clearer.

　　 Fang Lang’s three poems broke his aura and his mood.

　　 But he also learned something from three poems.

　　 "Brother Lang is a poet, Xianxian knows he is inferior. When the palace exam is over, Xianxian will have a long conversation with Brother Lang all night, and Brother Wang Lang will complete those poems."

　　 Ximen Xianxian smiled.

　　 Then, Saran turned around, the Confucian shirt flew up and outlined his body under the night breeze, and strode away.

　　 In this battle, Ximen Xianxian was convinced. The only pity was that he failed to complete the prince's request and won the top prize.

　　 He has accumulated a great deal of energy for several years, but in the end he still fell short.

　　 It's a little pity.

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　　 Jiang Linglong wore a veil, and watched quietly standing on the ring, the green shirt flying, bathing in the moon-flowered Fang Lang.

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　　 There was a gleam in the dazzling eyes like stars.

　　 Next to the imperial road, in the crowd, Guan Shi stood on tiptoe and looked at Fang Lang, who was heroic and dry, and his heart fluctuated for a while.

　　 Manager Yu can still remember that when Fang Lang wanted to ask for the girl's name in Luojiang Qianfei Pavilion, Fang Lang couldn't.

　　 But now, the teenager can stand on the same level as the girl.

　　 The things in the world are simply too magical. Who would have thought that in just a short time, a teenager could grow to such a height!

　　 The chief **** went under the two nameplates and brushed his hands. Only two intact nameplates were suspended in the air at this moment. After the collision, they faced each other.

　　 "The final battle, the battle for the champion."

　　 The words fell, and the entire Baiyu Square burst into an uproar, and there was an exclamation, tearing the black cloud on top!

　　 Jiang Linglong got up from the preparatory zone, a group of plain white people from Ping Ting, holding Ji Xuejian, wearing a veil, and three thousand green silks like a waterfall.

　　 Step by step, she walked towards the ring with her eyes like stars.

　　 She is also a little looking forward to today's battle.

　　 "Let me see how strong you are now..."

　　 The red lips under the girl's veil are slightly raised.

　　 On the blue brick ring, Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong stood opposite each other, as if the whole world had calmed down.

　　 The cold Yuehua broke through the thick black clouds and sprinkled down, as if the spotlight that gathered the whole world hit the ring at this moment.

　　 A corner of Baiyu Square.

　　 The veiled princess Pei, excitedly pointed at the ring to the cool-faced Pei Liao beside her, and whispered: "It's going to fight!"

　　 "Ling'er and Xiaofang are going to fight!"

　　 "The few poems Xiaofang just now are really good, will Ling'er accidentally poke Xiaofang to death?"

　　 "Ling'er is the same as her father, and the fight is not light or heavy."

　　 Pei Liao has no expression on his face, too lazy to answer his jokes and crooked sister.

　　 However, his cool face lasted for no more than three seconds, and his face was full of hideousness, because Princess Pei twisted his ears and said angrily: "You are talking!"

　　 Pei Liao wanted to cry in his heart.

　　 This sister, don’t worry.

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　　 The chill of late autumn was piercing and howling over the entire Chang'an City.

　　 There were several consecutive autumn rains, making the temperature in the cold night extremely low. On the Baiyu Square, the people wearing heavy cotton clothes rubbed their hands and breathed out, and they could see the whiteness.

　　 accompanied by the golden gong ringing crisply.

　　 The much-anticipated contest for No. 1 in this scientific expedition was easily launched on the cyan ring.

　　Countless people stand on tiptoe, countless people are looking forward to it.

　　 Even the many civil and military officials in front of the Taiji Hall are staring attentively.

　　 On the ring, Fang Lang carried a sword box on his back, and a seat of Tsing Yi, showing a warm smile, looking at the veiled old ginger, his smile became more and more brilliant.

　　 Tonight is another night to squeeze the ginger.

　　 Fighting together is definitely an in-depth exchange!

　　 So Fang Lang naturally smiled brilliantly.

"If you still beat Li Yuanzhen and Ximen Xianxian's flamboyant means before, then you give up early, and I will hit you crying." Jiang Linglong's eyes are like stars, smiling brilliantly, with a few smiles in his words. meaning.

　　 Fang Lang grinned, raised his hand, holding the obsidian sword obliquely pointing to the hilt of the sky, slowly pulling it out, and then, the pitch-black sword tip obliquely pointed to the blue brick on the ground.

　　 "Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang."

　　 Jiang Linglong leaned slightly.

　　 "Guozijian, Jiang Linglong."

　　 "Please enlighten me."

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　　 hum!

　　 There was a sword chant, and the air above the ring burst up, rolling up tiny, invisible waves.

　　 Fang Lang holds the obsidian in his hand, stepping out with a spiritual sword!

　　 The aura and sword aura on his body boiled up at the moment he took a step. How fancy to face the old ginger? !

　　 Fighting with swords did not let him stand here to face Jiang Linglong!

　　 On the arena, dozens of Tsing Yi figures appeared in the dark, like a dream in the dark. Now Fang Lang is a six-stage swordsman with sword energy in his heart, and his walking is easier.

　　 just took a breath, and then suddenly approached Jiang Linglong's side.

　　 However, Fang Lang lowered his body, the tip of the obsidian sword stuck to the ground, and the sharp obsidian with its hair cut off, like tofu, plunged into the blue bricks of the ring, and immediately drew his sword!

　　 There seems to be sword spirit gushing out of the floor tiles!

　　 Swordsmanship!

　　 is like a black thunder, arrogantly breeding on the ground, bursting and shocking!

　　The young man swung his sword and cut the wind and snow!

　　 Jiang Linglong's eyes condensed, never carelessly, the nine-duan sword master's cultivation was fully revealed, and his slender and white snow-like fingers pointed on Ji Xue's scabbard, and in an instant, sword aura swept out.

　　 Like a spring breeze coming!

　　 The boy's domineering sword hit the girl's soft wind.

Ding!

　　 There was a crisp sound, sparks splashed everywhere!

　　 Huge power burst, Fang Lang switched to four bond states, plus the power blessing of the three-dan martial master, it was actually comparable to the nine-duan sword master Jiang Linglong in sword power collision.

　　 Jiang Linglong's body is swaying, and within the Dantian cyclone, the sword is full of energy!

　　 The sword in his hand shakes, the spring rain of the four seasons of swordsmanship!

　　 Countless sword flowers seem to have turned into a long spring rain, like oily things, sticking to Fang Lang's obsidian sword, no matter how Fang Lang struggles, it seems that he can't shake it off!

　　 This is a powerful sword force!

Fang Lang once used the Lianli Card to realize that Jiang had some insights about the Four Seasons Sword. However, in the face of Old Jiang, Fang Lang never had any shadow of the Four Seasons Sword in his sword. .

　　 Sword-drawing is the most overbearing, but Chunyu swordsmanship is the best way to crack sword-drawing.

　　Fang Lang is also not in a hurry, his mind is settled, he knows that it is difficult to win against Lao Jiang, but Fang Lang has accumulated so many hole cards, he will not easily admit defeat.

　　 Raise his left hand, make a Buddha's flower shape, push forward, flick the sword!

　　 hum!

　　 The quiet air exploded, Jiang Linglong's eyebrows frowned slightly, Ji Xue, who had been pressing on Obsidian, pulled back and turned into an arc, like a filament, standing in the symmetrical center of Jiang Linglong's eyebrows!

　　 Jianbo bounced, but was split into two by Ji Xuejian, rolled up on Jiang Linglong's side, and rushed to the ground, causing the blue brick to crack silently!

　　 Fang Lang took this opportunity to get out of the obsidian, the tip of the sword reached the ground, completed the arc, and bounced with strength, accompanied by sword chants, and beat Jiang Linglong!

　　 This is Liu Bubai's proud sword move, Fang Lang has learned to a higher level!

　　 Jiang Linglong seemed to see something too, and her eyebrows were slightly raised.

　　 "The bells and whistles."

　　 Jiang Linglong cursed lightly.

　　 However, the sword in her hand was also swung forward, and the sword energy was gushing out of the cyclone. In an instant, countless sword lights were raining violently!

　　 Fang Lang only felt a trance in front of him, as if facing the continuous pouring of heavy rain!

　　 There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide!

　　 This is completely different from the old **** swordsmanship in the Wenjian Grand Comparison. The Four Seasons sword with blessing of swordsmanship is absolutely desperate!

　　 If Li Yuan is really the first swordsman in this scientific expedition, then Jiang Linglong is the first swordsman in this scientific expedition!

　　 Fang Lang's eyes condensed, and he was in the air, spinning at a high speed. During the rotation, the lotus sword flew out of the box, hit Jiang Linglong's Xia Yu sword, and bounced back.

　　 Fang Lang holds a sword in both hands, shaped like flowing water, swinging in front of him, dancing in an impermeable wind, and countless sword auras forming a current of air surging around him!

　　 Jiang Linglong uses the extremely domineering nine-segment swordsman cultivation base, pressing Fang Lang to fight!

　　 This is the oppression of pure cultivation!

　　 Fang Lang's two-handed swords were swiftly swung, and there seemed to be an extremely fine sword net in front of him!

　　 Ding Ding Ding!

　　 Fang Lang used two swords, but Jiang Linglong backed down!

　　 Outside the ring, everyone was dazzled. It was a simple confrontation between swordsmanship geniuses.

　　 The two of them jumped from the ring to the other, swinging their swords like a dance.

　　 One person is soft, and the other is strong!

　　 Everywhere in the ring are the shadows of their swords.

　　 Sword Qi surged in every corner, and the crisp sound of sword chanting was like a mountain stream!

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　　 The people around are all in an uproar, very happy!

　　 There is no shocking intent to kill, no grievances, no grudges, everyone is watching this battle, like Yu Xiaolou listening to the rain, the mood is calm for it.

　　 "This battle is beautiful and picturesque."

　　 Among the crowd, Wen Ting, who was holding a sword, murmured. Suddenly, there seemed to be blue waves in front of his eyes, and there was a scene of dancing swords with Yiren under the peach blossom tree.

　　 Dean Cui stroked his beard, with a kind smile on his face, this girl, this kid...

　　 There are also fluctuations in the muddy eyes of his, recalling the year.

　　 I haven't read it over the years, I've raised my head for half my life.

　　 Among the top ten sect masters.

　　 held the sword towards the little sword and snorted: "Bell and whistle."

　　 And Su Yunyu on the side smiled and added: "Pleasant to the eyes."

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　　 "Fang Lang, if you just use these methods, you will lose it terribly."

　　 Jiang Linglong Road.

　　 There was a little smile and joy in her words!

　　 can see the bells and whistles Fang Lang eats, there is a little joy in her heart!

　　 "Then I'm serious!"

　　 Fang Lang's double swords are like twin snakes that are entangled. In the cold night, they rolled up the sharp sword wind and retreated instantly, tearing the envelope of Jiang Linglong's Xia Yu sword power!

　　 kicked down one step, the blood and blood on his body appeared, like a fire in the dark night.

　　Sandan martial artist!

　　 Fang Langli screamed, Tsing Yi drummed!

　　 seems to be the roar of the thunder snake in the dark cloud.

　　 Fang Lang actually threw out the Lotus Sword and the Obsidian Sword at the same time, wrapped in a huge force, suddenly turned into two angry dragons and shot at Jiang Linglong!

　　 Jiang Linglong stared at him, and became serious, his face behind the veil was as peaceful as autumn water!

　　 Ji Xue lashed forward in his hand, her body turned tactfully, and the white gauze skirt bloomed like a gorgeous white rose in the dark night!

　　 Autumn water rippling like blue waves.

　　 Sword spirit is like autumn rain!

　　The lotus sword and obsidian sword that came in a violent shot were suspended in the air like a bog!

　　 Fang Lang, who was running, stepped down suddenly!

　　 There is faint blood rolling in the eyes!

　　 Fetters, Wei Shengzhi's blood talent: Rage!

　　 Fang Lang's figure pulled the afterimages of the aisle on the ring, and instantly he got close, his fists wrapped in the explosive blood, and he slammed on the hilts of the lotus sword and obsidian sword stuck in the air!

　　 Three-dan martial artist, under the violent blessing, seemed to burst out of the strength of a six-dan martial artist!

　　 The two fists slammed down, and the smashed Jiang Linglong's Qiushui was directly torn apart by two swords!

　　 A panic flashed in Jiang Linglong's eyes!

　　 What is this!

　　 A bit like Wei Sheng’s blood talent?

　　Sure enough... Fang Lang, this guy just can't stop his bells and whistles!

　　 Ding Ding!

　　 Jiang Linglong's body twisted, and Liansheng and Obsidian swords shot out suddenly, piercing the ring, blasting the ring into two small pits, each of the two swords was stuck in the pit, and the hilt of the sword was shaking.

　　 And Fang Lang is already close to Jiang Linglong's body, which has just landed.

　　 Budo, Jeet Kune!

　　 Even if it was Jian Xiu, it would be terrible to be brought close to the flesh by a powerful Wu Xiu!

　　 This is what Jiang Linglong encountered at this moment. Although Fang Lang was only a three-stage martial artist, Fang Lang's violent outbreak brought a sense of crisis to Jiang Linglong!

　　 A powerful sword qi burst from the body, and Jiang Linglong smashed the sword.

　　 Fang Lang's Jeet Kun used his sword, but it was also somewhat difficult to hold down Jiang Linglong's sword!

　　 This is the difference in rank!

　　 However, Fang Lang grinned, it's not over yet!

　　A golden light flickers at the bottom of the eyes, Lingtong!

　　 Instant spell, Spirit Cone!

　　 Jiang Linglong only felt Lingnian tingling, a trance, the sword in his hand was actually half a beat slow!

　　 Fang Lang threw out the spirit cone infinitely.

　　 This is a spiritual attack, a spiritual attack at close range, a white light flashes through Jiang Linglong's eyes, and Fang Lang is startled to find that the spiritual cones are actually useless!

　　 "Bell and whistle!"

　　 Jiang Linglong cursed.

　　 A sword smashed out again, but this sword is as high as snow in the world!

　　 Everything that seems to be scraped fades!

　　Four Seasons Sword Winter Snow!

　　 Fang Lang is also speechless, the explosion of the two bloodline talents can't hold you down!

　　 However, Fang Lang still has a hole card!

　　 raises his hand and pushes horizontally, overlapping like a large circle, and there is a vast expanse of anger bursting from his body!

　　 raised his hand.

　　 On the top of the ring, a tornado was lifted on the ground and rolled up from the feet of Jiang Linglong and Fang Lang!

　　 Jiang Linglong's eyes changed suddenly!

　　Are you a variety boy? !

　　 sword, martial arts, skill, Confucianism...

　　 A little bit of everything? !

　　 Boom!

　　 Winter snow sword is broken!

　　 In the horror of everyone, in the face of Ximen Xianxian's bewilderment, Jiang Linglong was held up by Fang Lang, caught in a tornado, and soared up.

　　 Jiang Linglong became angry from embarrassment, and the sword in his hand rose again, and the horror sword intent spread from her body!

　　 She actually mastered the sword intent of the four seasons swordsmanship!

　　 is extremely enchanting!

　　 "Four seasons are one!"

　　 Jiang Linglong gritted his teeth, drinking in a flustered manner!

　　 However, ~www.ltnovel.com~ the sword intent just spread, Fang Lang's dantian cyclone, the seeds of the sword intent trembled, and Jiang Linglong's sword intent suddenly retracted.

　　 Fang Lang cut his fist and pressed Jiang Linglong's sword-smashing hand, raising his other hand and snapping his fingers in front of Jiang Linglong.

　　 Sword waves burst out like a breeze!

　　 Jiang Linglong's veil suddenly exploded to pieces!

　　 A very beautiful face, exposed to the night.

　　 Above the head, the black cloud pressed down, finally couldn't hold back.

　　 is a little bit of white snow, and it is falling down.

　　 Above the ring, Fang Lang pressed against Jiang Linglong with a Jeet Fist, and fell from the dissipated cloud.

　　 White skirt, green shirt, snow in the world.

　　 The white python that was transformed into a gas quickly swept across, as if turning into a breeze on Jiang Linglong's back.

　　 makes the latter lightly fall on his back.

　　 Fang Lang's eyes flickered slightly, and he withdrew his gaze from Jiang Linglong's shameful and beautiful face exposed to the air.

　　 raised his hand and flicked a finger on Jiang Linglong's white eyebrows.

　　The elastic Jiang Linglong raised his head sluggishly, and the green silk and white skirt spread all over the floor like flowers.

　　 Fang Lang got up, dusted his shirt, looked up at the flying snow, and chuckled.

　　 "Old ginger, let me go."