Qingfeng Martial Arts Academy's swordsmanship is light and quick, and it is clever to win, and it is dedicated to finding the opponent's subtle flaws and loopholes. In comparison, the requirements for true essence are a little worse.

Huang Chengyu has practiced for more than ten years and has already obtained the true teachings. His sword skills are quite skillful and sharp. He knows that if he fights true energy, he will definitely not be able to defeat the opponent, so he is ready to use his strengths to attack the opponent's weaknesses. He wants to find a chance to win with his dazzling and dazzling sword skills.

The black-clad disciple snorted coldly: "No matter how good the sword technique looks, it is just an embroidered pillow, which is not useful!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly rose from the ground, and the misty sword light suddenly appeared in his hand, bringing out afterimages, pressing over like huge waves slamming the stone, completely ignoring Huang Chengyu's attack.

The blue sword light came to Huang Chengyu at an extremely fast speed. The extremely powerful cold sword intent actually suppressed all his sword moves and forced them to one place. If you don't want to dodge, you will have to fight hard.

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he immediately stopped moving forward, raised his arm and waved his sword, and met the green light. It was not that he did not want to flash, but he did not dare to flash, because he could feel the serial murderous intent hidden behind the other party's sword.

If you fight hard, you may just lose the opportunity and fall at a disadvantage, but if you dodge, you are afraid that you will be more passive and will not have the chance to fight back. You can only let the other party do it.

Bai Rujia, the yard master who was watching the battle below, was surprised to see that the black-clad disciples took the lead as soon as they came into contact with him and gained the upper hand. He knew Huang Chengyu's strength the most. Although he was not the first in the Qingfeng Martial Arts Academy, he was definitely among the top five. With such strength, he was forced to take the defensive position without passing a single move. It seems that Huang Chengyu's situation is not good in this battle.

The two swords intersected and immediately made a loud noise. The stormy wind formed a wave of mist visible to the naked eye, dissipating with the two of them as the center. Huang Chengyu suddenly felt sore and weak all over and breath was not smooth. The arms holding the sword could hardly be raised, and he stepped back seven or eight steps, his heart was shocked.

Just as he was about to adjust the scattered true energy, he suddenly felt darker on his head again, and the green sword light slashed down on his head. In his busy schedule, he had to wave his sword across the crossbar again.

There was another loud noise. This time, he retreated further, and the sword almost couldn't hold it. Sweat flowed down his pale cheeks quickly.

However, the same situation happened again, and the disciple in black had no intention of giving him a breath, and the third sword then slashed hard.

At this moment, Huang Chengyu couldn't do it even if he wanted to flash. He held his right hand that had been numb, and worked together with his hands to fight all the remaining true energy, and lifted his sword to block it.

Just as the two swords intersected for the third time, the green light on the black-clothed disciple's sword suddenly subsided, pressing Huang Chengyu's sword and landed directly on top of his head.

Huang Chengyu was shocked. If this really fell, his head would definitely turn into two halves. He hurriedly turned his head, and with a muffled sound, two swords fell on his shoulders in an instant.

"roar!"

Huang Chengyu felt the severe pain coming from his shoulders and couldn't help but roar. At this time, his face was facing down, and suddenly he saw a foot flying quickly and kicking heavily on his lower abdomen.

A more severe pain came from there. At this moment, he felt as if his body was about to dissipate, and he became unbearable insults. His whole body also flew backwards with the force and curled upwards.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, it seems that I overestimate you. Three swords and one kick are barely four moves. Maybe, I have to re-estimate my strength! Haha..."

Looking at Huang Chengyu who vomited blood and was about to stop on the ground, the arrogant laughter of the black-clad disciples spread throughout the venue again.

Of course, many people present could easily defeat him, such as Hai Wuya, Xiao Bufan, Bai Rujia, Luo Zhang and other several ancestral owners, but unfortunately, these people could not take the stage and could only stare at him.

Those who are qualified to take the stage understand the gap between them and the other party. Except for the remaining two people in the Yunxiao Martial Arts Academy who were stopped by Hai Wuya, no one wants to humiliate themselves. In order to go to the first city, they can only pretend to be deaf and dumb, pretending that they didn't see it.

Lei Luo curled his lips and said disdainfully: "Don't you win a battle? As for the virtue of being arrogant? You are not afraid of being laughed at by others!"

This sentence was said to Daoyuan, but the voice was a little loud and he was being blackened. The disciple in the clothes heard it sincerely.

He suddenly turned his head and looked at Lei Luo coldly, his voice full of strange dangers: "You will be ridiculed by chewing people's tongue below! It is better to be honest and upright than to go to the stage to fight."

"Tsk, just go ahead, who are you old!"

"Then just shut up and talk less nonsense!"

"Hehe, I just like to say, do you care?"

The black-clad disciple glanced at Xiao Bufan next to him and said, "Mr. City Lord, I am representing the Canglin Martial Arts Academy today, but this friend relies on your protection to sarcastically sarcasticly at me. May I ask, under such circumstances, can I invite him to fight?"

Xiao Bufan narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "Young people, it is a good thing to compete, but if you want to make a name for this or have no intention, it would be a different matter."

"I'm sorry I can't understand what the city lord said."

The black-clad disciple said, "I only know that if you swallow your anger when you encounter something, fear difficulties and be strong, you will lose the pride and courage that a martial artist should have. Without these two things, how can you talk about breaking obstacles and achieving the great way! Young people should naturally have the arrogance and sharpness of young people. I wonder what the city lord thinks of this sentence?"

What he said was quite reasonable and difficult to answer, but the question was that he should not say it in this situation, because his object was Xiao Bufan.

No one would think that the disciples in black are fools, and there would be no fools in the world who have such cultivation at a young age. Then there is only one reason: he did it on purpose.

Lei Luo knew that in this case, even if Xiao Bufan gets angry, he will not be able to scold him loudly, and he will not be able to teach a lesson. Otherwise, he will at least be called bullying the small and narrow-minded. This will definitely be a big blow to his reputation.

So, he immediately stood up from the chair and said, "What a status the city lord is? If you want to ask for advice, then come and salute respectfully and show the respect you should have, otherwise you will not be chatting there! Since you want to fight with me, I will give you this face, but I don't know if I go to fight in this situation and comply with the rules!"

When Lei Luo got up, Daoyuan vaguely understood what he meant. Seeing that he finally said this, he whispered: "You are not his opponent... Be careful."

Originally, at first he didn't want Lei Luo to take action because he knew his strength best and didn't want him to be injured. But Lei Luo's move was, first, to find a way for Xiao Bufan, and second, to say things in front of everyone. Although he could forcefully stop them, Yu Lei Luo's face was always a bit bad.

Furthermore, if a fight really hits, it may not be a bad thing for Lei Luo. As long as there is no major damage, it will inevitably be a great benefit to his improvement in strength. Therefore, Daoyuan told him not to stop him, but only told him to be careful.

Lei Luo chuckled in a low voice and said, "Don't worry, at worst, you can get beaten up. This deal is worth it! Besides, since I was a child, I have been beaten up for a long time. "

The black-clad disciple said, "If you want to give me face, then you need an identity, otherwise you will not be able to get on this stage."

He deliberately added to the tone of the word "identity", and the implication of the words was naturally because he felt that the thunder was not worth enough.

Lei Luo pondered for a moment, looked at Hai Wuya near him, and bowed: "Master of Haiyuan, Lei Luo is brave. He wants to use his identity as a disciple of your institute. I wonder what you are thinking about?"

Hai Wuya said: "Of course there is no problem with this, but you..."

He only said half of the words, but Lei Luo understood that Hai Wuya also knew that he was not the opponent of the disciples in black.

"Haha, thank you to the lord!"

He stopped talking and laughed, holding the Soul-Breaking Spear step by step towards the battle stage.

Looking at the other party's disdainful expression, Lei Luo raised his eyebrows: "Why, do you want to knock me off the stage within five moves?"

"No." The black-clad disciple shook his head, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I want to keep you for a while, so that you can know how serious the consequences of talking too much!"

Lei Luo put his gun across: "What else can you say? Come on!"

I don’t know if it was because of the great hatred of Lei Luo or some other reason, this time, the black-clad disciple chose to take the lead.

When the person reached the middle of the journey, the powerful sword intent completely locked in the thunder. The blue sword light that was everywhere like a rain curtain fell overwhelmed.

Lei Luo's arms shook, and he pulled out a dazzling gun flower, and rushed towards the blue rain curtain without fear. The broken soul gun was shining with cold light, and the air conditioning was so cold that he wanted to break through the thousands of rain curtains and find the source.

"Do you want to fight hard? Humph, it's not that easy!"

The black-clothed disciple saw Lei Luo's intention, and his sword move suddenly changed, swung his gun and slashed straight towards his wrist.

If he fights hard, he is naturally not afraid of Lei Luo, but he hurts the enemy ten thousand and loses himself three thousand. He has already wasted some of his true energy in the battle with Huang Chengyu. Moreover, he is absolutely sure to deal with Lei Luo at this moment, and the price is only a little time. Since that is the case, why do you still fight Lei Luo stupidly? He thought to himself.

Lei Luoben didn't expect the other party to dodge, and was even ready to be injured. After seeing him change his move, he immediately figured out the reason, but he wanted to make sure it again, so the Soul-Breaking Spear suddenly turned, flashed through the sword edge, and pounced on him again.

When he saw the black-clad disciple change his moves again, he finally made sure: It turns out that this guy really doesn't want to fight with me. Since that's the case, I'll fight with you a few moves!

In this way, whenever the black-clothed disciple was about to hurt Lei Luo, he was forced to change his moves by his almost rogue-like desperate posture.

The two of them fought back and forth, and soon fought for more than ten moves. Lei Luo had only a few slight sword marks on his body.

At this time, Lu Chengding, who was in the audience, raised his hand gently, and seemed to want to touch his hair. This action was very casual and natural, and no one noticed it, but the black-clad disciple on the stage saw it, or rather, from the beginning, he paid attention to Lu Chengding's actions.

When he saw Lu Chengding raising his palm and waved his five fingers together, the black-clothed disciple's offensive changed immediately, becoming murderous and extremely tough.
Chapter completed!