On the ring, Xu Zhiyuan looked at Bai Feixue in surprise. The cold wind just now was biting and the source was Bai Feixue on the field.

The game was over as soon as it started. Ge Ao didn't know what happened and he flew out of the field. But when he flew away from the ring, Bai Feixue suddenly increased the strength in his hands.

The cold air that broke through the air penetrated Ge Ao's body. His body stiffened and his blood stopped flowing.

"Be bold!"

The principal of the First Martial Arts School stood up and roared very protectively. He was obviously determined to win, but why did he need to attack more!

This time, Li Bowen did not stop him, which was indeed a bit too much.

Unexpectedly, Wu Ruolan said: "Is such a small thing worthy of your shouting?"

"Strength is king in the ring. As long as the winner has not been decided, all attacks are reasonable. How did you become the principal of a martial arts school?"

Seeing that the problem was coming back to him, Li Bowen hurriedly stopped him.

He could tell that the newly appointed administrator seemed to be very concerned about education.

Under the ring, Wu Tian stood up to greet Bai Feixue. She was originally as cold as ice, but in front of Wu Tian, ​​she felt like a spring breeze blowing on her face.

"It's really amazing. You usually don't use your full strength against me, right?"

Faced with such a problem, Bai Feixue was afraid that Wu Tian would have random thoughts and hurriedly explained: "No, my strength is the same as yours, but he is too weak."

Wu Tian was also stunned when he heard this. While he was stunned, the next battle began again.

So far, ten people have been eliminated, and many people are particularly optimistic about these people, but they did not expect that such a change would occur today.

Everyone's combat experience was obviously so rich before, but they didn't expect such a result during the selection, especially the long-awaited Ge Ao.

He was actually killed instantly, but such a result is interesting.

After Wu Tian appeared again, the surrounding media began to discard the information in their hands. These were too unreliable.

This time he faced Yao Xiuming, a talented player from the weapons class of the No. 2 Martial Arts School, who had also been ranked second in the city for a long time.

Yao Xiuming was also different from others. He did not relax when facing Wu Tian. On the contrary, he said seriously: "You are very strong. I can feel the edge of your sword."

"So I will use all my strength this time. I originally wanted to wait until the college entrance examination takes place."

"Yellow level top grade, Wulang Bagua stick, please give me some advice!"

Yao Xiuming's explosive momentum is far superior to that of Ge Ao before. Needless to say, he has acquired the ninth level of cultivation. Just standing with a stick now gives people the feeling of sweeping all directions.

Being able to have such momentum naturally means that he has already mastered the stick technique, and he can practice the yellow-level stick technique to perfection.

Is this still Yao Xiuming, who has always been ranked second in people's eyes?

Feeling the mountain-like force of the stick on the ring, Wu Tian's eyes also lit up.

The stick force that originally occupied the entire arena was torn apart, and a sharp sword force emerged from the sky.

From a distance, he could see that behind Wu Tian there seemed to be a long sword that stretched across the sky and the earth. Under such pressure, Yao Xiuming held a long stick and let out a loud shout, and the sound of fighting between gold and iron horses seemed to be heard behind him.

Before the game even started, the momentum of the two men had already surprised countless geniuses to the point where they didn't know what to say.

This kind of momentum also made Xu Zhiyuan excited. This was the fight he wanted in his heart, so he directly announced the start of the game.

The two of them also attacked the moment he finished speaking.

Pick up, chop down, stab straight, chop! chop!! chop!!!

Click left, flick right, sweep, break! break!! break!!!

There are figures of the two fighting each other everywhere on the field. As expected of Wulang Baguagu, his defense is impeccable and he can even counterattack at any time.

Wu Tian couldn't help but praise, and Yao Xiuming on the other side also praised Wu Tian's swordsmanship.

Watching the two of them competing and praising each other, many geniuses in the audience were comparing themselves.

"Be careful!"

With this sound, Yao Xiuming stepped on Qilin Steps, carrying the momentum of a hungry tiger catching a sheep, and the long stick in his hand suddenly fell.

Facing the opponent's violent attack, Wu Tian advanced instead of retreating. The long sword in his hand also turned to his left hand as he turned around.

Yao Xiuming's long stick was attached to the ninth level of acquired power, but Wu Tian fought with him for so long with the long sword in his hand.

Such an unreasonable difference in strength could occur unless Wu Tian compressed his internal energy in advance.

Just as other martial arts school principals had guessed, someone soon discovered Wu Tian's red inner aura, which caused many people to exclaim.

In contrast, Yao Xiuming performed very well. Even when he discovered Wu Tianchi's inner energy, he did not show any emotion but continued to improve his strength.

The battle between the two was far beyond people's imagination. Seeing that the floor recording the glorious history of the martial arts school was constantly shattered by the attacks of the two, the principal of the first martial arts school in the VIP seat was heartbroken.

Collision, collision, collision again!

Neither of them wanted to be the first to retreat, so they had to confront each other head-on.

Wu Tian also showed the benefits of two-handed swordsmanship. The key is that his arbitrary sword moves made Yao Xiuming unpredictable.

One second he was still wielding a violent left-hand sword, and the next second he turned around and turned into an elegant right-hand sword.

Only Wu Tian can do this, because he is the only one who can master basic swordsmanship to perfection.

The key is that the uncle never restricts Wu Tian's performance. He only teaches Wu Tian's skills in Kung Fu. As for fighting, he never talks too much.

This is why everyone can't see through Wu Tian's style of swordsmanship.

After Wu Ruolan looked at it for a while, she said to Feng Feiyang: "You are from the Kendo Association. Can you see anyone's shadow on him?"

Feng Feiyang said with a wry smile: "To be honest with the administrator, I tested it a long time ago, but unfortunately I couldn't see it out."

While the two were talking, Wu Tian came to the sky with the help of the counter-shock force, and at the same time, a power not weaker than the ninth level of the day after tomorrow burst out from his body.

When Wu Tian rotated this time, a sword flower bloomed in the air.

The sword marks after blooming continued to cut downwards, but there was still solid sword energy mixed in these sword marks. Although there was very little, these sword energy made Yao Xiuming's face change drastically.

Sword marks are like compressed air. Although they can cause damage, they are only shocks at most, but sword energy is different. He has perfectly inherited the edge of the sword, and his speed is much faster than sword marks.

Under such pressure, he first shouted loudly, and then waved his long stick with both hands.

Use a long stick to break the sword marks while also looking for the sword energy.

As dense as a heavy rain, this attack lasted for ten seconds, breaking people's understanding of the acquired realm.

Wu Tian was panting heavily when he returned to the ring. Although he had broken through to the red inner breath, and the quality and quantity of his inner breath were far superior to those of ordinary people, this move consumed too much.

On the other side, Yao Xiuming, who resisted everything, was still standing upright in the smoke and dust, surrounded by broken stone slabs, and even the martial arts uniform on his body had become tattered.

But even so, he still had nothing, but the fighting spirit in his eyes was even stronger than before.

After seeing the direction in which Wu Tian was standing, a powerful aura erupted from the long stick in his hand.

Wu Tian was surrounded by stick shadows all over the sky.

Like a green snake hitting his face, Wu Tian suddenly felt his scalp numb. It was obviously a long stick, but in his eyes it turned into a green snake.

In the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the spiritual power of Xinghe Longsword Tuli exploded at this moment.
Chapter completed!