Li Chongyang asked someone to take off his cloak, and then came to the stage with a sword.
His face was stern, his brows were like swords, and his whole person was like a sharp sword, with a formidable aura.
Revitalizing the Huainan Palace is actually not an easy task.
Although Li Chongyang's grandfather was Prince Zhaoming, he died too early. In the battle at Chongyang Pass, almost all of Prince Zhaoming's cronies were killed. He himself also died, leaving not many loyal people around him.
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What's more important is that Li Chongyang's father was not very old and was not in good health at that time, so he could not regain his strength at all. Even when he was older, because of his health, he was always resentful and unwilling to accept anything, and he had been running the business for many years.
Only a superficial foundation is left.
That is, when Li Chongyang grew up, he slowly took over, and this was how the Huainan Palace became today.
He is outside, and everyone knows that he is romantic, does not like to take care of things, and just wants to be a free prince. However, his ability is indeed not weak. Otherwise, he would not have a place in the Beida Camp.
But the world knows that he is very beautiful and romantic, and he has many concubines in his house. However, the world's evaluation of him is still positive. After all, he is a dignified prince, so what if he has a few more concubines? He doesn't rob civilian girls.
Yes or no?
That is, the last time, the incident between him and Gu You spread, and the world laughed at him for being a slut who even didn't care about his life, which greatly damaged his reputation. Even his subordinates also complained a lot.
The master is so beautiful that it is okay to have a few beautiful concubines, but in order to pamper a woman he is so excited that he even risks his life. Who would dare to be loyal to such a person?
Moreover, when others saw him, they dared to talk privately about whether he had recovered from the horse wind he had suffered earlier? Is it still okay?
What a shame!
He will definitely win this battle today so that he can clear away those rumors.
Rong Ci was still wearing black clothes. His figure looked thin, but very tall and straight. Although his aura was not obvious, people did not dare to underestimate him.
Especially since he had not long since arrived, he had managed to keep the former subordinates of Prince Ding's palace in obedience. Everyone knew that he was not a harmless young man who looked cold and harmless.
Rong Ci took the sword from Lu Chai's hand, then raised his feet and stepped onto the stage.
His face was calm and his steps were neither fast nor slow, as if he was not going to compete, but just having tea and chatting with friends.
When they got on the competition stage, the two stood on each side. Rong Ci was dressed in black clothes, but Li Chongyang was dressed in purple clothes with gold patterns and auspicious clouds. They looked unparalleled in nobility and imposing.
Li Chongyang drew his sword: "The sword has no eyes, I've offended you."
"It doesn't matter."
Li Chongyang struck first. He drew his sword and thrust forward, as fast as lightning, as if he wanted to kill the opponent with one move.
Rong Ci lowered his eyes and turned the hilt of the sword in his hand, which blocked the tip of Li Chongyang's sword from the scabbard.
When Li Chongyang saw this, he twirled the long sword in his hand and cracked the opponent's scabbard.
Rong Ci stretched out his hand and held it on the hilt of the sword. He saw that the opponent's long sword was coming, and on one side of his body, the long sword in his hand crossed the blade of the opponent's long sword, making a sound, as if there was something.
Sparks flew out.
The long sword in his hand turned again and stabbed Li Chongyang's wrist holding the sword.
At this point, Li Chongyang had only two choices. One was to let go and throw the sword and take his hand back to avoid being injured. The other was to continue despite the injury to his hand.
But if you lose your sword as soon as you get on stage, you are in a bad position.
Li Chongyang refused to lose his whole body. He turned the long sword in his hand and swept it towards the opponent's waist. Rong Ci's long sword passed through the opponent's hand and then withdrew it, just blocking the opponent's sword.
The mouth of Li Chongyang's sword was scratched by the long sword. The wound was not shallow, and blood came out instantly and fell on the competition platform along his palm.
The bones in Li Chongyang's hand holding the sword were shaken and painful. He vaguely knew in his heart that if the opponent didn't hold back, he would not only suffer this injury with a sword, but it would also be possible to cut off the bones in his hand.
The two separated, Li Chongyang was holding the long sword, his face was blue and a little ugly.
This time he underestimated the enemy.
Although Rong Ci was said to have been cultivating in the temple in recent years, not many people knew where he was.
Although Mrs. Rong Guogong occasionally went to Yunzhong Temple to offer incense and visit him, there were many ladies who went to Yunzhong Temple, and not many went there regularly. Others did not know whether she went to offer incense or not.
Although some people speculate that Rong Ci is at Yunzhong Temple, not many people know that he studied under Master Huiyuan and learned all the skills from Master Huiyuan.
Therefore, although Li Chongyang felt that Rong Ci could stand firm and indeed had some abilities, he did not feel that the other party could compete with him. Therefore, although he wanted to win, he actually underestimated the enemy.
His eyes narrowed, and they were a bit scary.
Rong Ci raised his eyes: "The sword has no eyes, I'm offended."
"I underestimated the enemy, come again." Li Chongyang took a piece of cloth from the person on stage and wrapped it around the wound in twos and twos.
"Come."
"Come."
Li Chongyang finally used his thoughts to deal with it. His swordsmanship was not bad. He also learned the epee, and he was fast and fierce. Each move gave people a great sense of oppression, like a mountain pressing down on them.
Rong Ci's swordsmanship is different from his. His swordsmanship is like the rapid wind, with the ever-changing changes of the wind, and the power of one sword to break through all kinds of magic. Sometimes, it is even more silent, and the opponent has no idea what his next sword is going to be.
Where did it fall.
The murderous intention is clear, and the sword energy is entangled, as if it is weaving a cage to entangle the person, and then kills the person with one sword.
After fighting for about half an hour, Li Chongyang gradually fell behind. After another half an hour, he was unable to make any move and had to be busy dealing with it, fearing that someone would kill him with a sword without warning.
Although Rong Ci didn't dare to actually kill him in such a competition, each of those cold and sharp sword moves made him feel like he was about to be killed. He didn't dare to be careless.
One miss.
If he misses, he will die.
In another two moments, Li Chongyang threw his sword. The long sword flew out of the competition stage and was stuck on the ground under the stage. Rong Ci simply threw the long sword in his hand and stuck it in the opponent's sword.
On the edge.
Then the two began to show off their hands and feet.
Li Chongyang deliberately wanted to regain 10%, pressing forward step by step with each move, like a tiger descending the mountain. Rong Ci saw this, but he was not afraid. His kung fu felt a bit like swordsmanship, each move was fast and sharp,
The murderous intention is clear.
People say that one white thing can cover up all the ugliness.
Being fast is also an advantage.
Not long after, Li Chongyang received several punches and kicks, and the blows were placed very cleverly. The pain on his body instantly spread to his limbs, and his body seemed to be numb.
In this way, Li Chongyang was defeated. He was beaten until his nose was bruised, his face was swollen, and his whole body hurt. He had no choice but to shout stop.
"stop!"
"I'm not as good as my cousin, so I just admit defeat."