Mo Zhiyu smiled and said, "Okay." ”

Soon, the drums of the first round sounded, Mo Zhiyu and Bai Suyu went to the ring one after another, and no one needed to remind them that the illusion was open, and the game began.

This time, the illusion is in the middle of a bamboo forest, next to a lake. You can hear the birdsong and smell the flowers.

Mo Zhiyu couldn't help laughing: "Good artistic conception, it's a place to fight with a gentleman." ”

"Brother Mo!" Bai Suyu hugged his fist at him five steps away from him and said, "The difference between the realm of you and me is too big, I don't need Yuan Li today, just swordsmanship!" ”

Mo Zhiyu smiled slightly, and he really had no shame to say it, this gentleman, sometimes he is too honest, so he said: "I don't recommend this competition." ”

Bai Suyu laughed heartily: "Brother Mo, don't underestimate the enemy!" ”

Mo Zhiyu also smiled and responded: "Okay! But suddenly, his brain shook as if it were about to burst, and he fell to one knee in pain, and then lost consciousness.

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Outside the court, everyone was amazed.

"Senior brother!" Luo Bingqian cried out worriedly, and immediately looked at Hu Hansan, "Fat Hu, was the senior brother really not injured the night before yesterday?" ”

"I, I, I" Hu Hansan was nervous and speechless all of a sudden.

Luo Bingqian didn't expect Hu Hansan anymore, turned around and glared at the people on the side of the Sword Heng Sect, and said anxiously: "My senior brother was injured before, and the game has been postponed!" ”

Jian Hengzong's side was also surprised, Luo Yiying was just about to make a statement, but Gongsun Yunjie next to him spoke first: "It can't be delayed." ”

"Why?" Luo Bingqian asked anxiously.

"This is arranged by the conference, it can't be changed, and the illusion has been opened." Gongsun Yunjie said, "Unless one side abstains, or can no longer fight, otherwise, the illusion will never be removed." ”

Luo Bingqian gritted her teeth, the game is a game to win or lose, in this case, whether it is abstention or loss, Mo Zhiyu will lose the opportunity to continue to advance. Although she would rather stop the game than stop here, this illusion cannot be eliminated, and her voice cannot be transmitted, according to the character of the ink delirium, he will definitely choose to stick to the game!

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In the illusion at this time, Bai Suyu was also surprised, and he asked in a panic: "Brother Mo, how are you?" He took a step forward, wanting to check on the situation, but when he took another step forward, Mo Zhiyu already had the ink knife in his hand.

Mo Zhiyu supported the ground with a blade, slowly stood up, looked up at Bai Suyu, his eyes were calm, and his tone was light: "Let me compare with you." ”

At this time, there was a false alarm outside the field, and everyone's eyes were firmly on this game.

"Yo, have you started?" A slightly thick female voice interjected, Luo Bingqian looked over, and immediately waved her hand happily: "Sister Cheng!" ”

Cheng Qixue also smiled and beckoned: "Xiaoqian is also here." Then she walked into the crowd, looked at the high platform, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, I haven't missed it." ”

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In the midst of a fantasy.

Bai Suyu still looked at Mo Zhiyu with some concern, and asked with concern, "Brother Mo, are you really okay?" ”

Mo Zhiyu said lightly: "Begin." ”

Seeing that Mo Zhizhi was like this, Bai Suyu stopped being verbose, drew his sword "loudly", and shouted in a low voice: "Please advise!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Bai Suyu slashed out with a sword, and the fast and fierce swordsmanship of the Sword Heng Sect was vividly displayed in this sword.

But! Mo Zhiyu, who had been standing quietly before, suddenly moved, and just before Bai Suyu's sword blade was about to hit, the straight-edged long knife in his hand was slightly raised, as if it was just an understatement.

With a "dang", Mo Zhiyu blocked Bai Suyu's sharp blow. The next moment, with the trajectory of the ink knife raised, the ink delusion really moved.

Chop and slash!

The ink knife in Mo Zhiyu's hand made a series of changes very decisively, forcing Bai Su Yu to retreat in defeat, and he actually retreated to his starting point, and Mo Zhiyu's movements were always so elegant.

"Dang!" Another knife forced Bai Suyu to take a step back, Bai Suyu held down the sword momentum and exclaimed: "This is a knife technique?" ”

"No, it's swordsmanship." Mo Zhiyu said lightly, returning to the previous position of standing, his left hand gently brushed the hair on his chest behind him, and cocked his orchid little finger.

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Outside the illusion, the military cultivators were stunned.

"Swords are fundamentally different from knives, what swordsmanship can be like this?! And it's so smart?! Gongsun Yunjie was puzzled.

"Quiet as a virgin, moving as a rabbit." Cheng Qixue was also surprised, "Is it ** swordsmanship?" ”

"What kind of swordsmanship is a sword?" Luo Yiying immediately asked.

"This is an ancient swordsmanship before the rise of Yuan Li, because it is difficult to combine with Yuan Li, so gradually no one learns it." Cheng Qixue said, "I used to think that there would be this set of swordsmanship, there are only two people in this world, but now it seems that there is a third." ”

"What other two people know this swordsmanship?" Luo Yiying asked closely, and even Gongsun Yunjie thought that he was a little anxious to ask, and hurriedly apologized to Cheng Qixue: "Miss Cheng, my seventh junior brother is most interested in swordsmanship, and he is offended. ”

"Martial idiot, it's normal." Cheng Qixue said indifferently, "I can also ** swordsmanship, the first person is my swordsmanship master, and the second person is of course me!" ”

Cheng Qixue smiled chicly, and those military cultivators all had sullen expressions, only Luo Yiying saluted sincerely: "Please Miss Cheng accept me as an apprentice!" ”

There was an uproar among the people present, and Gongsun Yunjie hurriedly said: "Old Seven, don't be demented!" This set of swordsmanship can't use Yuan Li, what do you learn to do? ”

"All I say is that it's hard, but it's not that it can't." Cheng Qixue glanced at him lightly, "Also, I don't accept apprentices." ”

Luo Yiying was still a child after all, and suddenly looked at Gongsun Yunjie with an aggrieved look, and Gongsun Yunjie suddenly felt uncomfortable, but it was impossible for him to open his mouth to ask Cheng Qixue, so he could only say: "Where is the realm gap, my fifth junior brother is a gentleman, so I let Mo Zhi fight until now." Anyway, it's just a worldly swordsmanship, how powerful can it be? ”

"The stronger the stronger, the stronger the stronger, the stronger the stronger, this is the true meaning of ** swordsmanship." Cheng Qixue smiled confidently, "Let's watch the game seriously." ”

Under the tree not far away, the handsome young man's eyes were gloomy, he punched the tree trunk, gritted his teeth, and resented in his heart: "Why, it's like this again?!" ”

However, at this moment, he looked at the illusion in the ring, and the enemy named "Ink Delusion" looked sideways, just a glance, and the gaze seemed to jump out of the illusion and stare at himself!

Was it discovered? No, it can't be!

However, the boy was covered in cold sweat and ran away as if he had "escaped".

However, Mo Zhiyu, who was still indifferent just now, suddenly closed his eyes and fainted. - Next Chapter** Swordsmanship