Chen Maoxue stood still at a loss, she had always been calm, she didn't know what to do at the moment, her mind was blank looking at the still smiling face, and finally scolded out in annoyance, "Are you looking for death?"

"I'm your savior. Su Wen poured blood from his mouth.

"Whoever wants you to save is self-inflicted. Chen Maoxue shouted coldly, but the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, and after a long time, the panic on her face was well hidden, and she turned back into the majestic and dignified princess, and turned her gaze away from Su Wen's face with disdain, and said loudly: "I admit defeat." ”

"What, admit defeat! The person who lost was Su Wen, and what everyone saw was that Su Wen was defeated. ”

"It's all over, my money!"

"Shady, there must be shady, the county lord is the Grandmaster of Lichen. "Clear-eyed people can see that the two sides are just competing in simple swordsmanship, even Ning Chenhua thinks that both kendo and cultivation for Su Wen have lost, but he won the last sword, if he is replaced by himself, he will definitely retreat in the end, as long as he retreats, he will not be defeated, but neither Chen Maoxue nor Su Wen will not, because that is their sword, which belongs to the pride of the emperor, if you advance, you will be invincible, and if you retreat, you will be defeated, but Su Wen will seize this advantage and weakness first.

"Don't think about it, although I, Chen Maoxue, am a woman, I don't lose anyone with this bit of integrity, and if I lose, I will be defeated. Chen Maoxue said in a deep voice, although he is also an emperor of the sword, but Su Wen's emperor is only him, and he has nothing to worry about, but she has too many concerns, whether it is a sword or something else.

"In this case, the Song family's affairs are not enough to be paid off. Su Wen chuckled, the harmless faces of humans and animals were full of the cunning of profiteers.

"Shameless. Chen Maoxue coldly dropped the word and turned to leave.

Su Wenchang breathed a sigh of relief, this kind of thing is really the most difficult to return, although the affairs of the Song family have nothing to do with him, but after all, he has taken up so much of the benefits of others, and he always feels uneasy, just now he deliberately put away the god law body, that is, there is this plan, although it is shameless, but it is very useful.

Listening to the howling of ghosts and wolves in the stands, it seemed that even the pain in his shoulders felt much more comfortable, and he pretended to beckon: "Thank you for your support, my little brother lives up to expectations, thank you, thank you." ”

This face is different, and I can't wait to teach this cheap and well-behaved guy in person, but I admire this junior brother from the bottom of my heart, not only will everyone lose their temper, but the most powerful thing is that the old man in the back mountain will almost tear down the house, but he still has to chase after him happily behind his ass, when can he be so majestic, it is really happier than living in Cuiyun Tower for a year.

The second game, Ning Chen's painting, against, Qian Sen, if other factors are put aside in the previous game, it is undoubtedly an amazing swordsmanship duel, Su Wen returned to the stands after a simple bandage, not deliberately to find uncomfortable, but curious about Ning Chen's painting in the academy during this time, how far can the swordsmanship improve, since the dry sword mound, Kyushu swordsmen are almost all alone in the sword posture, with sword intent, like the other party, swordsmen who specialize in swordsmanship can be described as rare, and can have attainments, only then can they really afford the title of a rare one in a hundred years.

At that time, Ning Chen's painting in a gas sect holding half of the broken sword book can practice the sword technique that makes the hanging sword sect sweaty, you must know that the hanging sword sect is the façade of the dry sword mound used to enter the world, although the school is not as good as the dry sword mound like the collection of ancient and modern swordsmanship, but it is not difficult to take out a few excellent swordsmanship, and Ning Chen's painting is even more fateful in the third layer of the Sanwen Pavilion to find the life of the predecessor who created the half of the sword book, that senior was not born in the sword mound, nor is it other sect families, is a kendo wizard who appeared out of thin air, once enlightened in the world of the Taoist, and finally left laughing, because he could not find his sword in the Dao Tian, and then the kendo master went to the sword mound to ask the sword, The body broke through the nineteen sword formations in a row, and finally saw the sword of the first sword leader on the sword mountain, if he realized, he has never been out of the sword mound since then, and the half of the sword book obtained by Ning Chenhua is written by the other party in the Taoist world, but unfortunately the second half of the book has long been lost.

Today's Ning Chenhua is more burly, I can't see that he is only a thirteen-year-old boy, and the sword in his hand has also been changed, it is a batch of swords cast by Tianshan Jianchi ten years ago, a total of four, bought by the school, Jing Chuan got three because of the first three years, and the last one was given to him by Wang Shaosheng when he was admitted to the hospital with Mu Qiaoqiao, named Xujing.

"Senior Brother Qian, I only have three swords, if Senior Brother can take it, it will be considered a win. Even the tone of his speech is more confident and mature, no longer the child who only knows how to obey the master's orders, Ning Chenhua has honed not only the sword but also the person during his time in the school.

Qian Sen nodded, the other party said this to tell him not to have too many useless temptations, within three moves can be divided into victory and defeat, and this is exactly what he wanted, from his arms out of a pair of gloves, made of countless small iron rings in series, he does not use a sword, the only weapon is this pair of fists.

Ning Chenhua took a deep breath, the scene suddenly rushed into the sky, threatening a hundred days, the air became a purple glow, shuttling in the heavy snow, the sword body was penetrated by a golden line, the golden light at the beginning, the moment of the hand presented the image of purple gold, standing upright, the abyss and the mountain, quite a grandmaster's style, the sword qi that lingered on the side of the body was ready to go, with the focus of the scene, bursts of explosion in mid-air, the long sword like a gourd of good words slid through the void, and a hazy light cluster the size of a copper plate wrapped in the sword body.

Qian Sen, who had fine iron gloves on both hands, hooked his ten fingers to lock the sword blade of the sword, but he was bounced away by the light in an instant, his shoulder immediately turned red, his right arm danced hard to hit the long sword, and the other hand directly grabbed the opponent's wrist, the flesh and blood shook the blade, the gloves rubbed against the blade and caught fire, Ning Chenhua suddenly let go of his palm, his body leaned back, and the scene was actually relying on the palm of his hand to rotate, forcing Qian Sen to withdraw his hand and flick the blade, but Ning Chenhua did not take the sword, and the scenery flew close to the figure, which was faster than Su Wen's sword hand.

"The sword swims. ”

Ning Chen's fists and palms are staggered, and the scene can always appear just right when the opponent's moves are connected, Qian Sen suddenly wrapped his arms around him, directly hitting the opponent's chest, and his slender arms were actually protecting the back of his heart at the same time, holding the flying stabbing scene, the firelight splashed, Ning Chen's chest sank, raised his hand to hold the hilt of the sword, and his body retreated three steps back, and the last step suddenly stepped on the ground, and the cracked lines poured out, and the body rose from the sword, like an inverted meteorite, and the flying snow around him was turned into white smoke by the scorching temperature before it landed, and the reddened air waves at the blade of the sword were broken layer by layer, and the whole sword reflected the streamer overflowing。

"A long song. ”

"Iron Arms. ”

Qian Sen jumped up almost at the same time, chasing the other party's figure, the two arms flashed with a burst of cyan light, Qi Changge rose first and then fell, for the two swords, Qian Sen was just seizing the opponent's mobilization of spiritual power to interrupt its momentum. Ning Chenhua suddenly slashed a sword, the crimson color was torn out of mid-air, but it was picked up by an iron arm, Qian Sen was punched up and hit by the opponent's foot, and the two were separated again, Ning Chenhua jumped into the air, and Qian Sen fell to the ground, his fists were hammered, and two terrifying fist prints attached a layer of cobwebs to the ground.

The sword blade came with momentum, Qian Sen's eyes narrowed slightly, he looked up at the fiery red light and shadow smashed in mid-air, shouted angrily, his feet sank deep into the ground, his fists were full of irritable spiritual power, and the pair of fine iron gloves made a crisp sound.

Goodbye Changge, Su Wen couldn't help but sigh, the sword that was originally mutilated was danced so perfectly by the other party, talent and hard work are indispensable, the firelight fell, the sky and the earth danced white, a red led the sky and white flowers to fall, every snowflake is like a sword, with Ning Chen's painting to appreciate this world.

"Bang. ”

The snow fell to the ground, but the long sword was blocked in the air by a pair of big hands, the shocking pressure was like a big wave sweeping the sand, Qian Sen's feet were on the ground, like a towering mountain, his clothes were washed and broken by the sword qi, the blood flowed from the wounds, the fine iron gloves on his fists fell apart, and he twisted his arms angrily to smash Ning Chen's painting into the soil, jumped up, his legs pressed the opponent's arms, the fist shadow flew away, the dust mixed with the splash of blood stained the snow, Ning Chen's palm slapped the ground, and the scenery pulled up and blocked the opponent's punch in front of the door, the sword swam away, and a half-foot wound was cut on Qian Sen's thigh, after breaking free of the arm, he grabbed the opponent's arm that smashed again, and his body suddenly rose, slammed headlong into the other party's door, Qian Sen staggered back a few steps, and the two of them were covered with blood at the same time, but the battle intent in their eyes did not diminish at all.

Qian Sen grabbed a handful of snow to wipe the blood on his face, it was rare to meet a ruthless person like him, his heart was extremely happy, although the other party was younger, he still said respectfully: "Senior Brother Ning, there is still a sword." ”

Ning Chen chuckled at the corner of his mouth, the name of the martial idiot is indeed worthy of his name, but he is also an idiot, standing up with his sword, and laughing: "The last sword, be careful." ”

He also had a sword when he was in the One Qi Sect, but unfortunately he had lost to the lazy man before he could make a move, and then he saw a lot in the academy, and the swordsmanship in the academy was really too much, even if he couldn't finish it for a lifetime, so he wanted to learn to complete the half of the sword book, although it was also learned, it should be regarded as his own sword.

"This is the starting style of the word-breaking sword technique, could it be that he also practiced the word-breaking sword technique. Someone shouted after seeing Ning Chen's action of drawing a sword, and Su Wen set off a trend of sword practice in the school that day, but unfortunately no one has been able to comprehend the true meaning, whether it will be reproduced today.

Su Wen squinted his eyes, although it was indeed the starting style of the word-breaking sword technique, but there seemed to be something wrong, and it wasn't until the moment Ning Chen drew a step that he suddenly realized that there was no spiritual power surging from the other party's sword to the sword, and he didn't feel the existence of the sword intent at all, just a simple sword trick.

"Click. ”

With the running of Ning Chen's painting, a cluster of thunder light suddenly swept up at the edge of the sword, and then the sword body rippled with purple gold luster, and the body technique became faster and faster, so fast that the purple gold light dragged out a purple brocade cloth, and the space rippled and was divided into two by the brocade cloth, and the swordsmanship alone was so fast that it was necessary to divide the space.

Qian Sen was injured in the leg and could only stand in place, looking at the chaotic phantom in front of him but could not find the figure drawn by Ning Chen, only a sword was left, but he saw it very clearly, as if he could hold it with his hand, but at the moment when the palm of his hand touched the long sword, a piercing sound sounded in the school field, and a sword mark divided the entire school field into two, Qian Sen looked at the half-foot-deep fracture beside him in despair, Ning Chenhua fell in front of him, his wrists and ankles were red and swollen with blood, and the entire right arm twisted to the other side, how much strength and speed is needed to cut out such a sword mark without spiritual power。

Qian Sen, who came back to his senses, looked at Ning Chenhua, who was already unconscious, this guy left everything here, even if he won, he could only give up the competition later, it turned out to be an idiot, the two idiots made everyone happy and convinced with such a tragic duel, it seems that it doesn't matter who wins or loses at this moment.

Chanson sat on the ground with a smirk and shouted heartily, "I lost." ”