Duan Fangqiong has made up his mind and is about to pull out the Yunlong Sword.
Pang Zijian looked clearly from a high place, and in a hurry, he shouted loudly: "You bitch, don't make any mistakes!"
When Duan Fangqiong heard this, she couldn't help but get angry.
Zuo Shaorong became even more angry and shouted angrily: "Asshole! Who is the bitch?!"
Pang Zijian cursed in his heart. Seeing that Duan Fangqiong had already grasped the hilt of the Yunlong sword, he simply turned his head and jumped down from the air.
Duan Fangqiong had just half pulled out the Yunlong Sword when he felt the sound of wind blowing above his head. Pang Zi was as strong as a hungry eagle pouncing on a rabbit, and with the strength of his right foot, he stepped on the hilt of the Yunlong Sword impartially.
Duan Fangqiong's heart was shocked, and he tried to respond but it was too late. Pang Zijian hit the hilt of the sword with his kick, and stepped on the Yunlong Sword back to its base.
This is called "the arm cannot twist the thigh". Duan Fangqiong's arm was suddenly pulled and almost dislocated on the spot. He groaned under the severe pain and had to let go of the hilt of the sword.
Pang Zijian was desperate to win, so he twisted his body and jumped down to the ground, reaching out to grab the hilt of Yunlong sword.
How could Duan Fangqiong allow Pang Zijian to succeed? She clenched her silver teeth and rushed out with her left arm, vowing to seize the Yunlong Sword first.
In an instant, there was only a crisp snapping sound, and the two of them were at the same level, holding the hilt of the sword at the same time.
As they looked at each other coldly, Pang Zijian said in a serious voice: "Miss Duan, don't disturb the situation. You haven't climbed to the top of Qiyun Tower, so how can you have the dignity to compete for the sword?"
Duan Fangqiong smacked her nose and retorted: "I have never climbed to the top of the tower, but if you ask yourself, have you reached the top, you should talk nonsense here?"
Pang Zijian snorted and said: "In short, you are not as good as me, let go of the sword quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"
Duan Fangqiong said more and more: "It's just a joke at fifty steps, but I won't let you go. It depends on how rude you are. If you dare to fight, Mr. Fang will punish you."
Zuo Shaorong was already hesitant, and now he said with a stern face: "You don't need to be sanctioned by Mr. Fang. Pang, listen, if you dare to do anything to Qiong'er, I will take care of you first."
"When the time comes, I will tie you back to Qionghuatai and let the heroes of the world judge and see how Sima Yu will deal with the Thousand Swordsman."
Pang Zijian didn't take Duan Fangqiong seriously, but he didn't dare to underestimate the "Bald Fairy". He had no choice but to grit his teeth and secretly take his luck.
Duan Fangqiong held the hilt of the sword tightly, and raised a pergola with her hands to look up. For a moment, she only heard her happily say: "It's Young Master Long! This is great!"
Pang Zijian's heart trembled when he heard this. If he was talking about who he didn't want to win the most in this competition, it was undoubtedly Long Zhengyang.
Unfortunately, things went against expectations, and it was Long Zhengyang who took the lead. Pang Zijian couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and his hatred grew in his guts. He suddenly gathered his inner strength and hit Duan Fangqiong on the shoulder with a palm.
Duan Fangqiong had no idea that Pang Zijian would dare to take action, but Zuo Shaorong saw the opportunity early, and blurted out in shock and anger: "Qiong'er, be careful!"
Duan Fangqiong's delicate body trembled, and she suddenly felt a strong wind blowing over her body. Pang Zijian's heavy palm was able to hit him. The wind in his palm carried blazing energy, and the power was really extraordinary.
Thanks to Zuo Shaorong's timely reminder, Duan Fangqiong hurriedly shrank her shoulders and gave way. Although the palm hit her shoulder, most of the force was removed and the muscles were not damaged.
Pang Zijian was so angry that he just kept doing nothing. Taking advantage of Duan Fangqiong's numbness in her shoulders and arms, he slashed at her elbow with his palm.
Duan Fangqiong had no choice but to let go of the hilt of Yunlong's sword and retreat to avoid it.
Pang Zijian did not hesitate, he pulled out the Yunlong Sword with a clang, and then flew away without saying a word. He looked in the direction of Qionghua Terrace.
Seeing that his beloved disciple suffered a loss, Zuo Shaorong was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He gritted his teeth and said: "What a despicable and shameless bastard! Qiong'er, please stay here for a while, and let me catch the boy named Pang."
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Duan Fangqiong was also furious. She frowned and said, "There must be justice in this matter, but it is not appropriate for Master to take action right now, lest the truth be revealed."
Zuo Shaorong was speechless after hearing the words. Just as he was undecided about how to move, Long Zhengyang happened to jump down from the tower. He clasped his fists and saluted, and said decisively: "Master Zuo, Duan Nuxia, please be patient. The situation just now is as follows.
It is clear at a glance that Pang Zijian will not be allowed to disrupt this situation."
Zuo Shaorong nodded secretly, and then said seriously: "Young Master Long, hurry up and chase that villain. It's not convenient for me to take action now, but Qiong'er can go with you, and you will be taken care of."
Long Zhengyang hesitated to speak, but Duan Fangqiong intervened: "My lightness skills are far inferior to Long Shaoxia, so I'd better not add to the chaos. I believe Long Shaoxia is enough to subdue Pang Zijian."
Long Zhengyang sighed and said: "Nvxia Duan is too modest. Time is running out now. I'll take the first step. I'll see you at Qionghua Terrace later."
After saying that, Long Zhengyang didn't say anything more, nodded his feet and flew away quickly.
Zuo Shaorong's eyes grew hot at the sight, and he shook his head and sighed: "Silly girl, I intend for you to get close to Young Master Long, why do you have to reject him thousands of miles away?"
Duan Fangqiong smiled bitterly in her heart and said helplessly: "Master, can't you see that Young Master Long doesn't want to be dragged down by me at all? Besides, it's not like I can't get married, so why do I have to put my hot face on someone else's cold... that?"
Zuo Shaorong sighed again, speechless for a moment.
Duan Fangqiong raised his head and watched for a moment, then coughed slightly and said: "Mu Shaoxia and the others are also coming down. Let's go together later."
Zuo Shaorong nodded, and soon Mu Yun came down from the tower to protect Xing Zhiying, Qingyun followed closely behind.
Zuo Shaorong looked calm and stepped forward to salute: "Thank you so much, Mr. Mu, for saving Qiong'er. We, the master and the apprentice, are deeply grateful. If there is any need for service in the future, the Qingcheng faction will never refuse."
Mu Yun cupped his fists and returned the salute: "Master Zuo is too polite. I don't dare to take credit for my duties."
Xing Zhiying looked left and right, and couldn't help but ask: "Just now, the Yunlong Sword fell from the top of the tower, did you see it, Master Zuo?"
Duan Fangqiong took over the conversation and said: "The Yunlong Sword has been taken away by Pang Zijian, and he actually attacked me in order to seize the sword. Young Master Long has just chased me down."
Xing Zhiying let out a sigh and said with surprise: "Brother Pang Pang, why did you seize the sword? He has never climbed to the top of the tower, so it is useless to take the sword back. Moreover, he also attacked Sister Duan. Aren't he afraid of being expelled by the Mirage Tower?"
Zuo Shaorong snorted and said angrily: "The boy named Pang is narrow-minded. I think he just doesn't want others to be kind to him. Such a bastard deserves to be expelled."
Xing Zhiying was speechless, and only heard Qingyun mutter: "Zuo Zhang's words are reasonable. If Pang Zijian brings the Yunlong Sword back, no one will win this competition. How to judge it at that time will be decided by Mr. Fang.
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Duan Fangqiong hummed and said, "Now I just hope that Young Master Long will catch up with Pang Zijian and retrieve the Yunlong Sword from him, so that Zixu's relics will be returned to Zhao intact. This can be regarded as God's will."
Mu Yun raised his eyebrows and slowly shook his head and said: "But Pang Zijian is not weak, and Young Master Long cannot do anything to him. Even if he can catch up with him, how can he get back the Yunlong Sword?"
Everyone thought the same thing, and fell silent for a moment. They didn't know how the competition would end at this point.