Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 89: ?Pick up to the sky, and then hit the ground
Chang'an City in late autumn is extraordinarily beautiful. Many leaves have faded from green and turned yellow in autumn, like golden leaves hanging all over the trees, gorgeous and eye-catching.
At noon, the sun was scorching like fire, pouring endless enthusiasm from the nine heavens, shining on the whole world.
The imperial city, the deep palace.
Behind a closed palace wall, there are branches full of golden leaves sticking out. Guards with swords in armor guarded it, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.
There are courtyard gardens in the courtyard, flowing cups of water, water pavilions, and ponds with rippling blue waves among the clusters of flowers. Under the clear water, there are koi swimming around, flicking their tails from time to time, causing circles of ripples.
A little bit of bait was sprinkled, and the calm pond suddenly seemed to be boiling, and countless peaceful koi suddenly competed frantically for the bait.
The third prince Li Liancheng was wearing a simple plain white single gown, his hair had not been combed, and a few scattered strands of hair fell on his forehead.
Behind him, a young **** in blue is bowing and relaying the palace examination in the square in front of Tai Chi Palace.
The third prince who was confined in the palace was not eligible to go to the palace examination.
"It was you who killed Lin Yun."
"A policy question shocked the government and the public, and you were the one who opposed the 'Jiedushi System'."
"The one who stabbed me three swords... is also you."
The third prince stared at the koi in the pond, with a cold smile on his lips.
Counting carefully, there are so many gaps.
Especially the second article, Fang Lang's article, affected his layout in the ruling and opposition parties.
Foreign races are divided into pure blood and criminal blood. Among them, there are many pure blood foreign races in the Tang court who are suppressing the frontier Yaoque. In the faction of the third prince, most of the supporters are these foreign generals.
One of the reasons why he went to Qiuling Yao Que in person was because of this article.
If Fang Lang was allowed to win the top prize, and his father would personally summon him to ask about politics, many of Li Liancheng's arrangements would inevitably be subverted.
He couldn't figure out the thoughts of that father, who looked like a fairy god.
Even, he couldn't tell whether the grounding this time was because he took action against Fang Lang, or because of the Jiedushi system he dominated.
"His Royal Highness, the palace examination has reached the second round, and a total of 80 candidates have advanced to the second round."
"The lottery draw for the Shengqian martial arts competition is over, and the first match is... Li Yuanzhen vs. Fang Lang."
The little **** in blue read the letter sent, said.
The words just fell.
The little **** felt suffocated for a while, and the cool air in late autumn seemed to freeze suddenly, but he saw the third prince turned his head and stared at him, his eyes gleaming with coldness.
"You said...in the first match, who is against whom?"
The third prince, Li Liancheng, said.
The little **** knelt on the ground, trembling, but couldn't say a word.
The third prince ignored him, raised his head, looked in the direction of Taiji Palace, and gradually grinned.
"Did you... do it on purpose? My dear father."
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In front of the Taiji Palace, there was an uproar, the noise seemed to break through the sky, shaking off the wild geese flying over the Tang Dynasty.
In the first battle of the Shengqian martial arts competition, Fang Lang, who was number one on the civil and military gold list, faced Li Yuanzhen, the son of the right minister who was well-known in Chang'an City.
No one expected that the first match of the martial arts competition would be so explosive at the beginning!
It's almost like a deliberate arrangement.
However, the lottery was drawn by the Holy Emperor. Even if everyone thought it was arranged on purpose, it was impossible for everyone to say it.
Underneath, the eldest prince frowned, and the corner of his mouth curled up into an unfathomable smile.
Li Puyi's expression was serious and serious to the extreme, and after a long time, his frowning brows were relaxed, and his indifference returned.
Will the first battle be decided?
Let's divide it.
Anyway, sooner or later, what is the difference between the first battle and the last battle?
The suzerains of the various sects watched curiously, and the surrounding people and gamblers looked crazy. Just the list of the first battle set off their excitement.
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Fight one-on-one, win the battle, the nameplate will be intact, if you lose, there will be a crack on the nameplate, but if the nameplate is not broken, there is still a chance to continue fighting, but the impact is lost Qualifications for champion.
This is probably the last match of the palace test, the rules of the holy martial arts competition.
Therefore, whether it is the first battle or the last battle, there is actually no difference, and they will eventually meet.
Li Yuanzhen saw that he was the first to fight, and his mind, which was originally disturbed by the maze of the magic circle, suddenly calmed down.
Why so much entanglement?
As long as he defeats Fang Lang, all the disturbances will disappear, and all the entanglements in his heart will be cut to pieces.
"Imperial Supervisor Li Yuanzhen, ascend to the ring."
The chief **** flicked his whisk and spoke in a sharp voice.
"Here."
Li Yuanzhen bowed to Taiji Palace.
Then he turned around, took the last step from many candidates, and walked towards the ring supported by the Xumizuo under the white jade pill.
The arena is extremely wide, enough to accommodate the next hearty battle.
Li Yuanzhen stepped onto the arena, stopped on it, stood with his head down, his eyes drooping.
"Fang Lang of Luojiang Academy, ascend to the ring."
"Here."
Fang Lang also agreed to bow, carrying the pineapple sword box on his back, turned and walked towards the ring.
The eyes of Jiang Linglong, Liu Bubai, Ni Wen and others fell on him, giving encouragement.
Fang Lang smiled, stepped onto the ring, and stood facing Li Yuanzhen.
The clear sky was suddenly darkened by the flowing clouds blown by the autumn wind, adding a bit of chill.
The entire Taiji Palace and the square suddenly fell silent. Although everyone was shocked and difficult to calm down at the early arrival of this competition that was likely to be the champion competition, when the competition really started, it was not calm, but it had to be calm .
All eyes were on the ring.
Including the lofty Holy Emperor in the Taiji Palace.
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"Boom boom --"
The exciting and moving golden drum beats.
means the start of a fight.
However, there was no movement in the arena, only the unknown autumn leaves whirled by the autumn wind.
Li Yuanzhen looked at Fang Lang with a calm expression. He was very elegant and confident.
"Third Highness told me to win you."
"You have no idea how much repercussions your article on Kekaocai has aroused. You have influenced the great trend of the Tang Dynasty with a small body and a few pens. People... can't win the champion."
Li Yuanzhen shook his head and said in a Confucian shirt.
Fang Lang was taken aback. Was it the article that Ke Kaoce asked?
It's all because of that article, that's why the third prince came here to mess with him?
Fang Lang suddenly found it extremely ridiculous.
The Jiedushi system... Although he has not personally experienced it, there are indications that if the Great Tang Dynasty implements this system, it is very likely that it will repeat the mistakes of the previous life.
Although the Holy Emperor of the Tang Dynasty seems to be a peerless powerhouse with powerful hands and eyes.
However, Fang Lang believes that the torrent of history and fate is enough to crush everything.
Unless... Emperor Tang is a fairy, a god, enough to reverse everything.
But he is not, he is also a human being.
Fang Lang laughed, his low laughter lingered over the ring, he raised his head and looked at Li Yuanzhen.
"People like you are so ridiculous, just like robbers... hold your own reason and logic."
"Then I say..."
"To establish a heart for the world, to establish a life for the people, to inherit the knowledge of the sages, and to create peace for all generations, so... please die."
"Are you going to die?"
"Do you dare to die?"
"Do you dare?!"
Fang Lang asked three consecutive questions.
His voice echoed on the ring, his heavy and powerful words echoed up and down the ring, both inside and outside the Taiji Palace.
Boom!
It's like an uproar, like a torrent, stirring in the ears and hearts of every courtier, every monk, and every Confucianist.
In the preparation area, Ximen Xianxian was trembling when he heard these words. He stood up, clutching the paper fan, his lips were trembling... There was a bit of madness in his eyes!
"Okay... It's a good sentence to set up a heart for the world. Although this occasion is not right, the first half of the sentence is really good."
"It is worthy of being the first in the literary test!"
"As expected of my brother Lang!"
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Li Yuanzhen was also in a trance when faced with Fang Lang's questioning.
That sentence seemed to point directly at the soul, a question that questioned his heart, and his heart seemed to be a little messed up by the impact.
He has his righteousness, but Fang Lang also has determination.
Suddenly!
A chill stimulated Li Yuanzhen's hairs to stand on end, and a strong sense of crisis came from his spiritual thoughts.
But see, Fang Lang is leaving!
On the ring, he swooped down, without drawing his sword, just lowered his body directly, and swooped down in one breath, like a sprint for a hundred meters, trying to shorten the distance between him and Li Yuanzhen.
"It's useless, let you be eloquent, but the gap between us and you is too big. The gap between you and the number one scholar is as high as a mountain."
"I am a nine-level master, and I have turned ninety-nine percent of my spiritual energy into mana, and realized the fusion of mana with a ray of power and spiritual thoughts. I am only one step away from the realm of a third-grade master."
"How do you beat me?"
Li Yuanzhen looked at Fang Lang calmly. He was very confident, very confident.
He is nine ranks, and Fang Lang is only a sixth rank swordsman. The gap in the last three ranks is huge, and it may take a year or two of hard work to make up for it.
Indeed, it is dangerous for Shu Xiu to be brought close by Wu Xiu and Jian Xiu.
However, with such a huge gap, how did Fang Lang get close to him?
Not even his defenses can be broken.
Li Yuanzhen raised his hands and emerged from behind the Confucian shirt, his slender fingers quickly intersecting in seals.
Waves of spiritual thoughts scattered from his body like bells.
Boom boom boom!
It seems that one after another substantial air walls are rising from the ground.
Li Yuanzhen pushed forward with his palm, and suddenly an extremely complicated magic circle circled at high speed from his palm, and then rushed into the top of the ring, covering the entire ring.
At this time, Fang Lang had swooped down to a distance of ten feet from him.
Fang Lang had no expression on his face, and the blue shirt on his body was blown by the fast-running breeze, constantly hunting!
He only stared at the defenses rising from the ground around Li Yuanzhen, ignoring the magic array rising above his head.
Li Yuanzhen is very strong, and Fang Lang's only chance is to catch him by surprise!
The elegant and easy-going smile on Li Yuanzhen's face disappeared. He stared at Fang Lang coldly, stretched out his hand, aimed at Fang Lang from a distance, and pressed down suddenly.
The magic circle above the ring began to circle!
When the first icy rain that dripped from the magic circle fell.
A torrential rain swept out from the magic formation!
"It's over."
Li Yuanzhen said lightly.
Hurrah!
The torrential rain poured down instantly!
Under the pouring rain, who in the world can not get wet.
And this, rain is not rain, this is a chilling rain!
Whoosh!
The blue bricks on the arena began to be covered with small holes one after another, which were pierced by the dripping rain, and every drop of rain seemed to be turned into an extremely sharp knife.
Cut the air, cut the corners of Fang Lang's green shirt, and cut the blue bricks on the ground...
It seems to split the world!
This is a formation that is close to the limit of a second-grade artist!
It rained on the vast sharp knives.
Fang Lang's figure was instantly swallowed up, leaving only Li Yuanzhen standing solemnly in the air walls rising from the ground.
He looked at the endless rain, and he laughed in the rain.
The entire square fell into a deathly silence, and countless candidates silently watched the situation in the ring.
This is the strength of Datang's number one magician in this year's scientific examination.
Almost overwhelming all the strength.
In the preparation area, Wei Sheng was silent. Li Yuanzhen was really strong.
If he can get close to Li Yuanzhen, he is sure to take it down easily.
However, if you can't get close to Li Yuanzhen...there is basically no chance of winning.
Sooner or later, he will be played to death by the magician.
Suddenly!
Wei Sheng's eyes narrowed.
In the test preparation area, Jiang Linglong's frown was slightly relaxed.
But see, in the arena shrouded in heavy rain.
A figure's body bent into a huge arc, and then it was ejected suddenly like a spring. It was covered with a layer of blood clothes, which was the exclusive defense of martial artists, and the blood clothes were covered with a layer full of holes. There are a lot of sharp rain aura clothes, which are exclusive to sword masters.
If you have sharp eyes, you can still see the blood clothes and aura clothes, and there is also a translucent spiritual shield!
Under the three layers of defense, Fang Lang resisted the first wave of rain knives!
Like a fish swimming against the torrent, he leaped across a beautiful arc, brought splashes of water to the sky above the ring, jumped out of the range of the formation, and leaped higher than the formation!
Everyone stared blankly at the young man in Tsing Yi who jumped up.
Then, Fang Lang raised his hand, the fiery red space ring between his fingers flashed, and a fiery red flying sword hung at his feet.
Flying sword!
A flying sword that is listed as a means of transportation is a very useless flying sword in battle!
Everyone was dumbfounded, even Li Yuanzhen was stunned.
Is Fang Lang going to break through his defense with a flying sword?
However, Fang Lang raised his hand and formed a seal suddenly. Almost instantly, a mark was formed!
Turbo reciprocating flying sword supercharging array!
Boom!
The magic circle circled in reverse.
Fang Lang's violent spiritual thoughts swallowed by the iron law poured into the formation, and the formation howled more and more!
Accompanied by the airflow being called by.
Fang Lang was in the air, like a flaming meteor, accelerating from extremely quiet to extremely fast!
Just like the iron law red arrow that shot out from the sky above Chang'an, splitting the sky and the earth.
In an instant, Li Yuanzhen's defensive wall was crossed!
With unparalleled power and speed, he slanted towards Li Yuanzhen!
Li Yuanzhen was frightened by the speed, and suddenly lost his mind!
What's the trick? !
The trick to the end?
Sword master? A magician... or a martial artist?
But there is no such fancy fighting method!
Clang!
Fang Lang did not draw out the Obsidian Sword, but directly drew out the Liansheng Sword!
Boom!
Just as the flying sword was about to hit the ground, Fang Lang controlled the flying sword and raised the tip of the sword suddenly.
Dragon heads up!
Huge momentum! Let the wind howl!
Li Yuanzhen only felt a giant dragon sticking to his body, raising its head to the sky!
And Fang Lang handed out a sword on it, and Li Yuanzhen was terrified. Looking at Fang Lang who was close to his body an inch away, he reacted suddenly!
He raised his hand to form a mudra, intending to condense the defensive array.
However...
Fang Lang's eyes were faint, his spiritual thoughts fluctuated instantly, and the technique - spirit cone!
Poof!
Li Yuanzhen only felt a pain in his spiritual thoughts~IndoMTL.com~ The half-knotted array collapsed instantly.
And the Liansheng sword that Fang Lang handed out, accompanied by the flying sword, pierced through Li Yuanzhen's abdomen!
Driven by Li Yuanzhen, they rushed to the sky with their swords together!
Puff!
Secret Skill Sword Lotus!
Under the sword of Liansheng, countless blood on Li Yuanzhen's back exploded like lotus petals.
Fang Lang shook his hand.
Li Yuanzhen's body slipped from the Liansheng sword.
Flying down, smashing the magic circle that he condensed above the ring, the magic circle was like a shattered mirror, torn apart!
Boom!
Li Yuanzhen hit the ground with his back, as if a blooming blood lotus had grown on the ground.
The raindrops that had lost their cutting power poured down, patting Li Yuanzhen's stunned face.
The entire square was dead silent.
The first sorcerer in this year's scientific examination.
Was defeated by Fang Lang with the force of thunder, crushing, gaudy...defeated.
No one can think of it.
Picking up to the sky, then hitting the ground...
Fiasco!
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