Yang Xuan served as the referee for the moment. Seeing that both sides were ready, he shouted: "The showdown began!"

"Drink!" Pang Yuhan took the lead in attacking, and his wrist shook and his long sword slashed at the opponent's door. Several female spectators couldn't help but scream. Ye Jingchun almost wanted to rush to the middle of the venue to stop him.

Song Baojun had some experience in fighting, but this swordsmanship was usually the first time he was touched, and his hands were extremely unfamiliar. He hurriedly wanted to block it with his hands for granted, but finally did not lose his mind and hurriedly retreated and avoided it.

If Pang Yuhan quickly slashed in his hand, even if he hadn't cut the blade, he would probably have a fracture on the spot.

He was temporarily retreating anxiously, and his feet slipped and almost fell down. Ailangzhou immediately burst into laughter.

Pang Yuhan made two swords, making Song Baojun unable to do anything. Perhaps because he was thinking of venting his anger, he did not use a powerful move immediately, but instead attacked the plate and slashed to the right, just to make Song Baojun dodge more embarrassed.

"The feathered edict comes from the north, and the horse climbs the high dike." Pang Yuhan did not forget the handsome nature of the flower-loving man. While waving his sword, he continued to recite Cao Zhi's poem "White Horse" and was indeed free and calm, and deeply charmed by the swordsman.

Song Baojun raised his sword to meet him, and the two swords fought, making a ding sound. Pang Yuhan had found three loopholes in his opponent's defense, stepped out with his left foot, and stood on the right side of Song Baojun with a very fast sword, and stroked his right leg.

Song Baojun had no time to react, and his calf was hit, and he felt spicy and painful. The handsome trousers that had just been put on not long ago were pulled out.

He clumsily put the sword over, and Pang Yuhan had already retreated, and the two of them had further distanced two meters.

Ye Jingchun shouted anxiously: "Song Baojun! Song Baojun!"

Song Baojun knew that he had made an ugly face and was sweating profusely. He was in a state of great concern. He hurriedly pushed his sword forward and stabbed it straight.

As soon as he came to the trap, Xihuaren walked and avoided it with great clever steps. When the opponent's attack was over, the long sword suddenly pierced out, caught Song Baojun off guard, and tilted his steps and staggered and fell away.

Yang Xuan was knowledgeable and said, "Isn't this the Songfeng sword technique in Songfeng Martial Arts? Its posture is as steady as pine and cypress, and its attacks are unpredictable like mountain wind. Yu Han is indeed a master."

Pang Yuhan did not forget to give him an admiring look and put a sword flower in his hand, which made Li Rouxi scream.

Song Baojun felt Ye Jingchun's disappointed eyes and began to feel a little more anxious.

Pang Yuhan simply showed off his sword, dancing like a storm. He saw a ball of silver light rolling around on the lawn, dazzling and occasionally stabbing a sword out of thin air, causing Song Baojun to stagger.

When everyone saw that he had the advantage of the scene, they cheered loudly and laughed.

Pang Yuhan made another move of "Cang Pine Welcoming Guests", which was extremely sharp and took Song Baojun's left shoulder.

Song Baojun was embarrassed to avoid it, but he didn't expect that Pang Yuhan's attack was a false move. The sword suddenly changed its course and shook slightly in front of him. The tip of the sword lifted a button of Song Baojun's suit.

"Turn the Huns forever and look at Ling Xianbei!" Pang Yuhan chanted for a long time, and even ignored his opponents, he danced two handsome sword moves on the lawn.

"It's worthy of being the famous flower-savvy man, it's interesting." Chu Runtian held his cell phone and shot the two of them on the field, and was full of praise.

Taking advantage of the other party's pride, Song Baojun took a deep breath. Since he knew nothing about swordsmanship, why not treat this long sword as a short stick and treat it as a street fight?

Song Baojun was restrained before, but he felt that the swordsmanship should have the appearance of swordsmanship, but instead was suppressed by Pang Yuhan. Since this road is not clear, why not change your mind and have a tragic fight?

After such a change in his mind, Song Baojun's violent personality was immediately activated.

The violent feeling of wanting to beat anyone to see him is coming soon. He holds the sword in his hand and sees his head like a watermelon.

With the increasing growth of the vital energy of the Euphratica, his adjustment, transformation and integration of personality power became more and more satisfactory, and his control over his body became more and more convenient.

Pang Yuhan made another move to "the deep and dangerous mountains" and directly grabbed the vital parts of his chest.

This move was activated from step forward, and it was lifted from bottom to top. Its move was quite dangerous. Even if it was placed in martial arts novels, it was at least as high as the four beasts of Qingcheng Luo Renjie.

Song Baojun's face showed a gloomy smile that was always grim. He turned a blind eye to the attack and slowly spit out the inhaled air. He suddenly jumped up in the air and slashed at Pang Yuhan's head with a long sword in his hand.

Pang Yuhan was shocked. If he stabbed the opponent in the deep mountains, his sword would definitely hit him, and it was a way of fighting that would die together.

He deliberately proposed a sword duel, because he wanted to humiliate the other party, to avenge a single arrow on the basketball court, and then act handsome and cool, but he didn't want to hurt each other because of this.

Hesitation was only in the flash of lightning, Pang Yuhan stopped his hand and no longer had the courage to hand it forward.

Song Baojun flew out in the air and kicked his sword-holding wrist.

With a bang, half of Pang Yuhan's arm was numb and painful. The long sword was swept by the force of his feet and circled in the air, nailed into the grass five meters away, and was at Chu Runtian's feet.

Things turned too fast, and no one could react. Li Rouxi and Qin Shumin still kept jumping happily, Ye Jingchun and Lin Zhenxian were still nervous and panicked, and Yang Xuan and Chu Runtian were holding hands to watch the show.

Song Baojun landed gently beside Pang Yuhan, swept out with his left elbow, like an out-of-control heavy truck, and hit Pang Yuhan's face like an out-of-control heavy truck.

Pang Yuhan's head buzzed, and his body weighing more than 130 kilograms flew out uncontrollably, falling into the cold pond, and splashing out three meters of water, splashing in all directions, stirring up the rugged rocks and trees on the side. Even Bei Yijie, who was standing far away, was showered a little.

Everyone was shocked.

The pond was only one meter deep. Pang Yuhan stood up shakingly, his arms slapped the water surface, his whole body was soaked, his clothes were sticky and he dripped on his body. Cold water rolled down from the top of his head, panting and frightening in extreme embarrassment.

Song Baojun inserted his sword into the mud with his backhand and said, "I'm sorry, I'll finish the last eight sentences of "White Horse" for you: How can you live without your life? Your parents ignore you, why do you mention your son and your wife? You are a heroic man, and you must not care about your own personalities. You sacrifice your life to the country and treat death as if you are home."

This understatement is far more free and easy than the coquettish Pang Yuhan, who is simply showing off his charming situation, and he is simply at the level of showing off everywhere in life.

Chu Runtian and Bei Yijie looked at each other and saw the other's confused emotions and the questions in their eyes: "What's going on?"

The two servants hurriedly jumped into the pond, grabbed Pang Yuhan and slowly helped him to the shore.

Pang Yuhan was severely hit, his cheeks swollen, and he was drowsy for a moment. His knees were soft and he couldn't hold on to the grass. He opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of water. The water droplets continued to slide down from his face and body, and fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!