Cheng Gang relaxed his whole body, and his body leaned back two steps before he stabilized his body. However, he still couldn't extricate himself, and his mind kept replaying the scene just now, but no matter how he calculated it, he would eventually be defeated.
It was this result! Cheng Gang felt cold. After all, no matter how amazing his sword skills were, how powerful his power was, or how exciting the process was, the result showed that he would still be defeated.
"I lost." Cheng Gang said in a loss, and he directly put away his sword and turned around and walked back.
"What? Is this losing? And I'm still admitting my defeat?" The swordsmen almost bit their tongues.
"Just just now, Li Huaqiang did not retreat in the face of Cheng Gang's fierce swordsmanship and chose to fight. Although he was defeated, Cheng Gang made a big turn now and admitted defeat directly. Could it be that he was deliberately letting go, right?"
"Do you think the love rivals will let go?" A Jiansheng said with a scheming attitude. The Jiansheng immediately realized something and looked at the saint.
"But this is why you shouldn't admit defeat? Isn't this the same as announcing your withdrawal? And taking the initiative to admit defeat is indeed very embarrassing, and it shouldn't be even more unfair!"
You know what a big deal! Cheng Gang gritted his teeth viciously. Now he admits that he lost, it is better than being beaten and destroyed when he was defeated. As long as he is in the sword realm and can still hold a sword, then let's take a look in the future.
Chapter 6
After Zhuo Ligetu and Li Huaqiang were seriously injured, a wave set off again in the square. All the sword students knew that Cheng Gang could not let go, but now Lu Ming didn't even have a sword, but he won a competition like this.
"Lu Ming, it's really not simple!" The swordsmen looked at the indifferent young man and expressed the most straightforward feelings.
The saint finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Cheng Gang walking out of the arena safely. However, Lu Ming was so amazing just now. He just moved the tip of the sword and forced Cheng Gang to give up the game. He could use his sword intent so strongly. Although he did not have the talent for sword body and his understanding and use of sword Taoism, he could not match the person who possessed a sword body.
The saint looked at Lu Ming very gratefully, and immediately glanced at Cheng Gang, hoping that this time, you can learn a lesson, otherwise, maybe even I can't save you in the future.
"Young Master, your competition is really shocking. I can feel that although many sword students don't understand what's going on, they have already begun to fear you." Qing'er jumped up.
Lu Ming smiled and patted her little head.
"Thank you, Lu Ming." The saint said with a smile. Although his words were light, they contained a deep gratitude.
"This is nothing." Lu Ming waved his hand. In Cheng Gang's previous battle, he had already released the sword intent invisibly and used it for a while, which made Li Huaqiang not have the power to fight back at all. This shows that he also has a certain use of the sword intent, and it would be much easier to use this to defeat him. Although he just doesn't understand the sword intent, Lu Ming also has hundreds of ways to deal with him, but Lu Ming is doing things like this, and he can be simple and never delayed.
"Who is this person?" Lu Ming asked, looking at Cheng Gang who was standing in the distance and refused to come.
"Cheng Gang? His master is a powerful swordsman who is second only to the top ten sword saints of the empire today. He has a state of land and has created a Fengshen Sword Sect. There are thousands of disciples and is famous all over the world with the Wind God Sword Technique. And with a slight change in the Fengshen Sword Technique, this sword saint has created many swordsmanship suitable for different disciples. Cheng Gang is an internal disciple of this sword saint, and it is very likely to become a sword saint. I can accept this time, but in fact he wants to come out to practice and make a living." The saint said.
"The disciple of the Sword Saint?" Qing'er was a little surprised: "There are only a few sword Saints in the Empire. I didn't expect that he was also a famous school."
Lu Ming nodded in agreement, and then said, "This man has good swordsmanship and is also a little talented in swordsmanship. He just took a little ruthless action. If he met a master, he would definitely suffer a big loss."
"This is actually what I worry about. His master is a very frustrated person. If something happens to him, I will be a little embarrassed." The saint shook his head and sighed, "But fortunately he came to you by himself. I hope he can gain something this time."
Lu Ming knew that the Saint had not operated his power in a year, and now there were not many such subordinates, so he didn't say anything else. In fact, Lu Ming could feel in his heart that Cheng Gang had begun to transform from jealousy to resentment towards him. Such a person might be able to make achievements in the swordsmanship, but he was definitely not smart enough.
At this time, on another field, Nangong Huajian shook his opponent with a sword, smashing his body like a broken kite and falling into the onlooker Jiansheng, causing an uproar.
Jiansheng climbed up in the crowd, wiped off a wisp of blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with admiration: "Nangong Huajian is worthy of being the number one master in Qingyuanzhou. I am convinced by the loss, and admire him!"
Nangong Huajian proudly withdrew his sword, and said nothing, but just showed a little, and walked towards Lu Ming and others.
On the other side, Leng Jian's sword in his hand was full of coldness. Three consecutive swords forced his opponent out of the arena and automatically gave up his qualification for participation.
"Ceer back." Leng Jian threw a sentence expressionlessly and turned around and walked away.
Then the other party dared to put away his embarrassing and retreating figure, held the sword weakly, and said to himself: "I don't even have a chance to take action, so why can I bear it?"
The wonderful battle between the two attracted the attention of the senior officials of the Jiantang, especially the hall master. During the last trial, Nangong Huajian and Leng Jian were rare geniuses. Unexpectedly, they could see their figure again this time. It seemed that they would definitely represent Qing Yuanzhou and enter the country.
However, the appearance of Cheng Zifeng this time was indeed very surprising. The aura of all of him was definitely not comparable to that of young geniuses like Nangong Huajian and Leng Jian. Although he was very arrogant, his taste was contradictory and unrest. Such a person must have been tempered for a long time to form this momentum.
Looking at Lu Ming, who had not yet made a sword on the other side, but won the competition, his breath was very calm. His indifferent eyes, which had no emotional fluctuations, showed the high-end in his heart. Although he did not show any of them, he had already noticed it when he first saw him.
Moreover, his swordsmanship is so outstanding and tends to return to nature. That is... How to say it? Just like a raised mountain, when it has reached a certain height, flowers and trees begin to grow on it, and it begins to develop in a meticulous way.
The head of Jiantang stroked his beard, and naturally felt a sense of majesty of sitting up for a long time between his eyebrows, but now he frowned, because the aura on Lu Ming's body actually had a historical precipitation. It seemed that Cheng Zifeng could not compare with him with his training. This was not a problem with the sword realm, but a cognition and understanding of swordsmanship. As for Cheng Gang, he was like a clown in front of Lu Ming.
"In the next game, Cheng Zifeng will fight against Zhao State." After the battle of Nangong Huajian was over, the instructor Shi ordered: "You two are ready, and the competition will begin soon."
When Lu Ming heard about Cheng Zifeng's game, he was attracted by his attention again. Although there was no possibility of fighting with him in this competition, Lu Ming didn't mind observing him first at this time. From the experience of the killer, he knew more about the opponent's weakness and the successful surname of winning the battle would rise to a big line.
The battle began soon, and Cheng Zifeng's opponent was indeed not weak, and his sword skills were quite sharp. I think there would be no one too weak in Jiansheng who could enter the second round. Moreover, Zhao State obviously learned the lessons of Zhuo Ligetu's battle well. His sword skills were meticulous and meticulously used with the cover of sword energy. In this way, the combat distance was directly widened, and Cheng Zifeng could not get close at all.
Cheng Zifeng was not in a hurry. He easily dodged the opponent's sword energy with a sword in his hand, and had the momentum of a soldier coming to drive the enemy water to Tuyan. However, in Lu Ming's view, he was more like a cat playing with a mouse with no way to escape.
Zhao Guokuan's broad forehead had already started to sweat, and he gradually realized that using sword energy to cover his body was indeed effective, but the disadvantage was that it consumed too much sword energy. In less than ten swords, he had already consumed almost the same amount. Ten swords, supported by his great sword master, were only between three breaths.
Zhao Guo's thick eyebrows were frowned tightly, and he fought all the sword energy in his last battle, instantly increasing the sword technique in his hand to his own limit!
With a buzzing sound, the sword in Zhao's hand instantly ejected three sword energy, pounced on Cheng Zifeng like a sweeping wave. At the same time, the sword in his hand suddenly pulled out a sword flower and rushed forward with his sword energy.
Cheng Zifeng looked at Zhao Guo with a very cold look. His eyes were not as good as passers-by on the street. He was just like a useless person who was about to die.
When he looked at it, a small gap broke on Cheng Zifeng's forehead again. The eyeball looked so small than Cheng Zifeng's eyes, and then he took it back.
I saw it! Cheng Zifeng shouted excitedly. In the sight of this eyeball, the other party's sword technique was not airtight, and the other was a loophole, which immediately showed it.
Zhao Guo, who was using his extreme power to attack, suddenly saw Cheng Zifeng looking at him, and his heart was instantly covered with a layer of bone-broken coldness. The ominous premonition was so strong that he quickly wanted to withdraw his sword and admit defeat.
However, at this time, a sharp sword was like a needle in the crack, and through its own offensive, a cool feeling came from its wrist. (To be continued.)