Lin Manliu, who had just dodged the sudden twist of the figure and the sudden turning of the gun, was shocked when he saw this scene. He Mu actually had such a move. He was not an ordinary person.

Seeing that he couldn't dodge, the boy in the short shirt had no choice but to hold Shan Ye Xing in his hand and face the charging He Mu and the spear in his hand. Shan Ye Xing's sword collided with the tip of the spear and forced the gun body to deflect a few points so that he could not stab Lin Manliu.

, and then Lin Manliu quickly swept back.

But He Mu's killer move, the "Yunlaitian Spear" he just called, came immediately. He kept spinning the gun on his left and right sides, and the boy in the short shirt who had stopped just now would definitely have

Got hit by this.

Seeing this, Lin Manliu couldn't get in, so he had to make a decision in his mind to use his sword to fly Gu Luan to defeat the enemy. If it still failed, he could only use Spring Chuangdie to forcefully split He Mu's offensive. Then he twisted his left wrist and instantly,

Jian Shan Yexing took out his hand and quickly spun in the air towards He Mu who was dancing with his gun.

Someone on the stage exclaimed, apparently recognizing the spinning technique of the flying sword, and shouted: "It's Fei Guluan, the sword power of Zhujianfeng!".

The shouts gradually started to rise on the stage, and some astonished eyes looked at Lu Fengbai and the man in the yellow shirt. As a result, Lu Fengbai narrowed his eyes and smiled warmly without answering, while the man in the yellow shirt looked like he was a fool.

He looked at these people and continued to crack melon seeds and watch the competition on the field.

The whirling Shan Yexing collided with the dancing spear body. He Mu instantly felt a burst of pressure. He sank the spear in his hand and wanted to resist. Unexpectedly, Shan Yexing had already spun back and was a little out of position, but was already galloping away.

The boy in short shirt stepped forward to catch it.

Before He Muzai could make a move, Lin Manliu jumped up in front of him with Shan Ye Xing in hand, and quickly swung down the Shan Ye Xing in his hand, directly cutting off the body of He Mu's spear.

"What's not good about learning? You have to learn some moves like cats and dogs calling out to the enemy. Does it mean that you will be invincible after shouting?" The boy in a short shirt cut off the spear in He Mu's hand and stood a few steps in front of him and said.

Afterwards, there were waves of mocking words and contemptuous jeers from both the stage and the audience. He Mu just looked at the broken spear in his hand and was speechless for a long time. Finally, he walked to the entrance of the school ground in despair, never returning to his original seat.

It was at this moment that people really started to look at the young man on the court. He didn't seem to be as childish as he looked. Yue Hanzhi looked at the young man in the court from the seat under the stage, and the corners of his mouth under the curtain were slightly raised.

It's smiling.

After that, there were several competitions in which young talents from other Jianghu sects stepped forward to learn a lesson, but they were all done without the usual contempt and hostility of the previous two games, and they all used Lin Manliu's attitude.

The victory ended.

Just when everyone thought that this young man was about to steal the spotlight today, a young man in gray robes holding a sword suddenly stood up and stood among the people who were discussing. This action of holding a sword made the young man in a short shirt feel very familiar. Judging from the age of this young man,

He seems to be a little older than himself, the gray robe on his body is embroidered with some strange cloud patterns, and the hair on his head is tied up casually with a cloud-carved jade hairpin.

"I just followed the order and came here to take a look, but I didn't expect that there is something to see in this small place. The swordsmanship of Zhujianfeng and the three-legged cat kungfu I learned from somewhere. I learned from others to hold the sword flower. It's pretty good to deal with those rough and treacherous people in the world.

Let's make do..." The young man in gray robe holding the sword said in an extremely contemptuous tone.

It instantly attracted the attention of the people around, and someone immediately exclaimed: "It's from the Fengxue Grand View Tower... It seems to be Qi Xuan, Liu Mei's disciple who just took over last year!!".

Following the man's shouts, everyone also recognized the young man holding the sword. Qi Xuan walked straight into the field and looked at the cheers around him. He looked at Lin Manliu and said, "If you hadn't been here to do this,

"Monkey Show, today's conference is really boring, let me open your eyes to what can be called the swordsmanship of Wanliu Guizong."

Lin Manliu looked at this young man with a sword who was extremely domineering from getting up to entering the room with an expression on his face. He was probably not much different from himself in age. Looking at the people around him, the focus of discussion turned to this person. He probably was indeed a man.

A young genius.

Qi Xuan saw that the short-shirted boy in the field didn't pay attention to him at all. He was a little annoyed but forced a smile. He raised his arms and waved the long sword in his arms, which was hanging in the air. His left hand reached out and grabbed the scabbard, and the hilt pointed towards

Lin Manliu made a "swish" sound, his sword unsheathed half an inch, and he was already looking at the field in a provocative manner.

Lin Manliu held Shanye in front with his left hand, and held the unsheathed Spring Chuangdie in his right hand, ready to meet the enemy at any time. Both sides seemed to have a tacit understanding and were ready to start the competition directly without naming their names.

Qi Xuan saw that the young man in a short shirt just took a posture to face the enemy and made no other moves. He had no choice but to move forward first. His starting position was to raise the long sword in the air and want to swing at his face. Just when the long sword was about to hit Lin Manliu.

When he was in front of him, Spring Window Butterfly immediately unsheathed his swords and collided with each other but did not exchange strength.

After the blow, Qi Xuan, who retreated, glanced sideways at the blade of his long sword, looked at the short-shirted boy in front of him with some understanding, and then moved forward again to prepare to continue to draw the sword, but this time the sword did not move.

He does not seek to seriously injure his opponent directly. Instead, he avoids the Spring Chuangdie's attack direction and then looks for its flaw, preparing to take advantage of it.

After several fights, Lin Manliu also knew his opponent's intention, so he used his mountain walk to clear the way to block Qi Xuan's sword move. Chun Chuangdie was waiting for the opportunity, ready to fight with the opponent's sword at any time.

The two sides tested each other and finally ended up being rude when Qi Xuan made an impolite move. When he twisted the hem of the young man in a short shirt with his long sword and prepared to attack him, he was blocked by Lin Manliu.

Qi Xuan barely dodged it, and then Shan Yexing immediately stabbed the opponent's right hand holding the sword from bottom to top. Qi Xuan quickly drew his sword and turned around to block Shan Yexing.

Lin Manliu then turned around and kicked the long sword directly. Qi Xuan was knocked back several steps before he staggered to a stop. Just as he stabilized his figure, the green sword shadow in the short-shirted boy's hand came to his body again.

In front of him, Qi Xuan could only draw his sword to avoid the continuous slashes and thrusts of the two daggers.

"This is Huanglong's sword power. But why is this person so flexible with the sword with both hands? Don't all sword-making peaks practice one-handed swords to defend the enemy, and the flying blade of the short sword spins to take his life? When did double swords become available?

"How many ways?" Someone on the stage whispered and looked at the man in yellow shirt who had been drinking. After all, the young people in the audience in the past few days had been heading to his small yard.

"Why is this disciple of Zhujian Peak defending Yijian Villa? Could it be that this person on the stage is some kind of abandoned disciple of Zhujian Peak and defected to Yijian Villa, but it is not shameful to do this...".

"Why is such a big kid such an abandoned disciple of Sword-Forging Peak? He comes here to drink other people's food and eat other people's food. Why is he so noisy?" The topic of discussion became more and more outrageous, and someone yelled.

When the man in yellow shirt noticed his eyes, the smile on his face became thicker and his mood improved a lot after drinking.

Qi Xuan found that under the continuous attacks of the boy in short shirt, the speed of the opponent's sword was not decreasing but increasing. He had to break out of this restriction, so it was worthwhile to use the scabbard to forcefully receive the oncoming sword swing and prepare to forcefully break the sword's power.

, the scabbard resisted the incoming Spring Chuangchuang Butterfly and indeed blocked the attack and was freed from it, but then there was a sound of shattering.

He looked at the scabbard in his hand in disbelief. In one blow, it was chopped into pieces by the beating green sword shadow in the opponent's hand. If he had just used the sword to forcefully catch it, the outcome would probably be the same.

Qi Xuan quickly recovered from his surprise. He swung his long sword suddenly and then swung it down sharply to defeat the young man in short shirts in front of him again. It was the sword move learned by the disciples of Fengxue Grand View Tower - Cold in the Snow, Waves of Waves.

The sword wind rushed to Lin Manliu's side as Qi Xuan drew his sword.

The result was that after a few sword blows, the young man in short shirt blocked and stopped him with the Shan Ye Xing in his hand. After two flashes of sword light, what he saw was a sneer on the face of the young man in short shirt.

Then the green sword shadow imitated what he had just done, and began to thrust out swords like cold wind, one sword after another, cutting Qi Xuan's arms, sleeves, and robes into pieces, and blood gradually seeped out from it. Qi Xuan

I was shocked in my heart that the other party actually imitated me and used the sword like Snow Zhonghan.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and tried to stop the green sword shadow in Lin Manliu's hand. He had just raised his right hand holding the sword, but unexpectedly there was a sudden tingling sensation in his wrist, and Qi Xuan let out a scream: "Ah——-

—".

The tendon of his right hand was cut off directly, and the long sword fell to the ground with a sound. He stared at the young man in a short shirt in front of him, his own blood spattered on the young man's face, because Lin Manliu's back was facing the stage.

No one else can see his expression.

But Qi Xuan could see that he was holding his right hand that had been amputated and fell to the ground. Looking at the young man in a short shirt with blood on his face and red eyes, a pleading voice finally came from his throat.

He came out: "Don't kill me...don't kill me...I was wrong, don't kill me."

Everyone on the stage was shocked when they saw this. The man in yellow shirt thought that this guy was too cruel, so he hurriedly cleared his throat and shouted: "It's almost done, just click and stop."

Lin Manliu gave up after hearing the news, but before he stopped, he struck Qi Xuan's sword with another sword, directly smashing Qi Xuan's sword from the middle of the sword body, and said slowly: "Do you dare to call Wanliu Guizong?

", then turned around and wiped the blood on his face and walked into the field.
Chapter completed!