Three days later, the third game of the first word was moved to the C field, and it was destined to be a competition that no one cared about from the two of them, not to mention the difference in cultivation between the two, just ranking before Su Wen and Chen Maoxue made many people impatient.

Not surprisingly, the senior brother won, the snow in the field to the ankles, before the second game was cleaned, Chen Maoxue was dressed in plain white with the snow scene, she was born in the capital There was also a heavy snowfall, thousands of miles of white mangs, like a dense silver branch, so that the name Maoxue, loose snow was stepped on by the pair of boots out of a row of footprints, the distance is quite the same.

Su Wenha walked out of the other side of the school field with his hands, squinting his eyes to avoid the light refracted by the snow, and he walked carelessly, with a lot less rules, looking down from the stands, the difference between the two was immediate.

"After this scene, the master will be rich, and I have coveted those little ladies in Cuiyun Building for a long time. A disciple took out all his net worth and pressed it on Chen Maoxue, and at this moment, the cold snow was cold, and a nameless ghost fire rose in his abdomen.

"Then you have to see clearly, if you are strong against a woman who has different teachings, I am afraid that you will have to change two legs after three legs. Someone sneered, who doesn't know that Dao is a frequent visitor to Cuiyun Building, but as a teacher in an academy, he is so disregarding his image, Wang Shaosheng, the dean of the Academy, has scolded him several times, but the other party still does his own thing, and he doesn't want to waste saliva over time.

Without waiting for the teacher to speak, Chen Maoxue walked straight to Su Wen, and her tall figure half a head taller than the other party was more in line with her condescending arrogance, and said almost commandingly: "Su Wen wants to see your sword." ”

Su asked the strange expression of baring his teeth, and after a long time, he said disdainfully: "Unfortunately, I didn't bring a sword today." ”

Having said that, he deliberately exposed the dragon tongue on his waist, Chen Maoxue did not get angry, he turned around and retreated thirty steps away, untied the ancient sword on his waist and lifted it in his hand, raised his eyes and swept the aisle, the latter said reluctantly: "The second game of the word C, Su Wen, against, Chen Maoxue, the competition begins." ”

Su Wen's lazy eyes suddenly opened, only to see an ancient sword protruding from the scabbard, sweeping out a thousand layers of snow, Chen Maoxue chased the snow in white clothes, the ancient sword in his hand hung down and fell, and a white light ran through the snow and fell straight to Su Wen's feet.

"This sword is so beautiful. Ning Chenhua in the stands said sincerely.

The snow fell to the ground, Su Wen retreated and jumped up, pulled out the dragon's tongue from his waist, and swept out of the flying snow, in contrast, Chen Maoxue's sword intent was majestic and majestic, but Su Wen was like a path in the mountains, just seeking access.

The two figures walked side by side, drawing two hundred-zhang ravines on the snow, neither of them mobilized spiritual power, just a simple swordsmanship competition, the same domineering, not to give each other and their own way out, the long sword up, the short sword fell, and the snow that was finally covered was like a drawing board was torn out of countless lines, and a whole school field was a bronze mirror, and the sword intent rubbed on it.

The snow does not stop, but Chen Maoxue rolls up the second snow and looks up to the sky, the atmosphere is gloomy, all showing the grandmaster's style, a plain dress seems to be integrated with the whole heaven and earth, the sword is windy and frosty, and the snow is falling.

The sword path of the emperor of the dry sword mound is heavy on the word emperor, above the way of the sword, between heaven and earth, only I respect the artistic conception, Chen Maoxue has only seen it once from afar, Lu Xing is alone in front of the sword of ten thousand troops, and the place where the sword falls takes the head of the enemy general, as if walking in the tens of thousands of Wei soldiers like a leisurely stroll, no one can stop half a step, and the king is in the world.

It's a pity that Lu Xing laughed at her for being a woman who should not carry a sword, let alone the word emperor, and left with a smile, but Chen Mao Xuesheng's stubbornness, coupled with the folk wandering experience, has a stronger temperament, and she has relied on the sword in her memory to get to the point where she is now, which is enough to be called a kendo master, but she still wants to see that arrogant guy again, and listen to him say that he was wrong.

"Who said that women are inferior to men, Lu Xing, your sword, I can learn the same. Chen Maoxue was indignant, the long sword in his hand was even more powerful, and he walked alone, even the snow in the sky separated a road for it.

Whether it is cultivation or sword intent, Su Wen thinks that he is inferior, and his talent is extremely poor, but these are the words of others, he doesn't listen, he only believes in the sword in his hand, the emperor attacks the way, and it is crazy to cut down the world, the short sword pierces out like a rainstorm pear blossom, and thousands of ice flowers in the air, the ice flowers are shattered, the two swords are handed over in one place, the sword intent explodes directly, and the snow on the ground is turned up in the air by the swept air machine as if it was snowing again.

Blood was left from the corner of Su Wen's mouth, and the sharp sword intent poured into his body along the dragon's tongue, stirring the meridian qi into a mess, there are no two kings in the world, I respect the way of the sword, there is only one person in each generation of the sword mound, just because there can only be one person in the imperial sword, Su Wen and Chen Maoxue are the same cultivators of the king sword, one person is doomed to defeat when one person rises, and Su Wen has already revealed the traces of defeat.

"This is the sword that Lu Xing taught you, and I am disappointed. Chen Maoxue shouted coldly, and the sword blade was pushed out, as if a hammer hit on the dragon's tongue, Su Wen even took the sword and retreated ten zhang before stopping his body.

"Because I'm stupid. Su Wen suddenly said modestly, but in the next moment, a sly smile appeared on his immature cheeks, "But it's enough to win you." ”

The eight spirit palaces were opened at the same time, and the spiritual power that flowed out swept away the fierce sword intent that invaded the body, the short sword was raised high, the heroic spirit between the eyebrows soared, and the footsteps rushed up, and the snow water that stepped on it slapped on the upper of the shoe, and it was shocked away in an instant, but it condensed into ice spikes in mid-air and popped forward.

Chen Maoxue would not be angered by this kind of low-level words, her long hair moved with the wind, and those ice spikes were crushed into slag by the swept qi before she got close, just waiting for the moment when Su Wen deceived her body, the sword qi that surged out from her feet as the center of the circle exposed the ground in a radius of twenty feet again, Su Wen stepped in with a sword, as if every inch of skin was cut by a sharp knife at the same time, and a faint light and shadow from the fire covered the surface of the body, but was directly stabbed in the shoulder by a cyan long sword, although it was blocked by the god's clothes, but the strength was still the same, as if the willow of roots pierced into the skin of the clothes, Su Wen retreated under his feet, but he could not get rid of the long sword pierced in the shoulder, Chen Maoxue stepped forward, and a piece of ice condensed on the blade of the sword with each step.

Her sword is taken from Lu Xing, but it is completely different from Lu Xing, the most ruthless emperor's family, she only takes the word ruthless, and the sword qi enters the body like the emperor's will, which cannot be disobeyed, and the ice flower is her sword intent condensation, which can be condensed up to seven pieces, after six steps, Su Wen's intuition chest seems to be pressed by a boulder, and he can't breathe, and the six ice flowers are arranged in a star position, just waiting for the last one.

Su Wen stopped suddenly, forcing the other party's footsteps to hang in the air, and the sword blade on his shoulder finally broke through the god's magic robe and entered, only at the moment when he was about to pierce his shoulder, the dragon's tongue as thin as a cicada's wings saw the crack and inserted a needle, and landed in front of the cyan sword tip, the short sword flicked suddenly, and the long sword immediately reverberated left and right, Chen Maoxue suddenly looked around, the snow was gone, but it was replaced by the solid ice after the snow condensed.

Ice is born in water and cold in water, and blue is better than blue.

The incomparably cold condensed under Su Wen's feet, turning into Dao Dao Senran's white qi and pouring into the dragon's tongue, and the naked eye could see that the frost was transmitted to the cyan long sword, and Su Wen's shoulders were also forced by the cold, but he also used this cold breath to uproot the sword intent that had previously invaded his body, but it was more painful than a sharp knife to cut the flesh.

Su Wen always thought that Lu Xing taught him three feet and three and a half swords, each sword is a completely different sword intent, until he finally found his sword intent in the dragon's tongue before he understood, after all, it is all a sword, cold eyes tilted, thousands of rivers froze, thunder and anger, blood flowing, a word into a prophecy, seven thousand four hundred miles, the last sword dares to come to the world to know that I am the king, this is the emperor's sword.

The condensation of sword intent burst out from the dragon's tongue in an instant, Su Wen's right hand short sword stabbed out, like a broken bamboo, picking up a dense layer of snow, Chen Maoxue's ancient sword hummed like a copper cylinder blown by the wind, and instantly danced out of thousands of sword shadows, a sword is fast and dangerous, thousands of swords are powerful, Su Wen's eyes are empty, and he stepped forward and planted directly into the peerless sword shadow, and his palms were clenched tightly, and every time this kid made a move, his heart couldn't help but move.

The clothes on his body were shrouded in the sword shadow cut out of the Dao crack, Su Wen was unmoved, not only did he not control the qi to protect himself, but instead pressed all the qi to the trough, the sword intent that seeped out of the dragon's tongue was like a long snake walking in the sand, and the traces became more and more obvious, Chen Maoxue felt uneasy, held the hilt of the sword and turned around and danced a sword again, but at the same time, an inch of cold light in the sword shadow broke out of the shell, stunning the audience, thousands of sword shadows immediately retreated in panic, not daring to get close to Su Wen half a step, the double sword point, the dragon's groan suddenly rose, and the snow within ten zhang was swept away.

Su Wen retreated, accumulated sword intent in the crisis, and was already full when he came out of the sword, compared to Chen Maoxue lost the opportunity and fell into the inferiority, but she did not back down, still out of the sword, Pei Ran's sword intent instantly bent the cyan long sword, the jade hand held the hilt of the sword, and suddenly flicked, invisible fluctuations bounced away the flying snow falling in mid-air, Su Wen was in full swing, advancing again and again, and re-suppressed the cyan long sword's counterattack.

"The sword is barely enough. Ning Chenhua said to himself, Su Wen's sword is very reluctant, put it to death and come to life, is it confident or resolute, Chen Maoxue's sword is even more reluctant, there is no reason to compete with the other party for a while, just avoid its edge, whether it is cultivation or kendo attainment, Chen Maoxue has more leeway to deal with this sword, but he chose the most stupid one.

"Bell. ”

The ancient sword finally reached the limit and broke into two parts, the sword blade flew upside down and stabbed at Chen Maoxue, the proud face finally appeared panicked, and then I wanted to turn the spiritual power to save it, the dragon tongue short sword suddenly flew out of his hand, and chased straight after the sword blade and collided with it, the frightened Chen Maoxue suddenly felt the heavy pressure in his hand, Su Wen forcibly turned the dragon tongue and then used his mental power to control the flying sword, there was no time to take care of the footsteps, and hit the broken blade in the opponent's hand head-on, and the broken blade entered the body up to three inches deep.

There was a deathly silence, as if everything stood still at the end of the sword except for the snow that was still falling in the sky.