[69 Book Bar - www.] "What a sword!" Xiao Fang admired as he looked at the crystal clear soft sword in Yang Huiming's hand. The soft sword in Yang Huiming's hand looked like a sword made of ice. The whole body is very transparent, without any flaws. "This sword is the treasure of your Ancient Tomb Sect - Xue Xi?" Xiao Fang asked uncertainly. He had only heard his master describe this sword. But I haven't really seen it myself.
"Huh!" Yang Huiming did not answer Xiao Fang's question, but snorted coldly. The coldness in his eyes could even be felt by many warriors standing in the audience. "You draw your sword." Her voice was still as cold as ever. But it sounds very crisp.
"Haha, since your Tomb Sect is also famous for your swordsmanship, let me learn your swordsmanship." Xiao Fang still smiled casually, as if he didn't care that this was a competition at all. "Hey, Hey, hey..." Xiao Fang's sword finally appeared in front of the world for the first time. We could see how he drew the sword just now, and there were no more than 30 people present.
"So fast! I haven't seen clearly where he drew the sword from." said a warrior in the audience.
"What a sword!" I praised loudly. This sword has a simple shape, but the sharpness exuded from its sword is indeed something that ordinary long swords cannot have.
Seeing that Xiao Fang took out a soft sword that was no less than his own, and might even be of a higher grade than the soft sword in his hand. A strange light flashed in Yang Huiming's eyes, and then he started to use his ancient tomb sword. The starting position of "Jade Girl Sword Technique".
Yang Huiming knew that she had lost the previous fist and kick, so it was natural for her to attack first now. She raised her hand, and several sword flowers swayed towards Xiao Fang. The smile on Xiao Fang's mouth deepened, and he saw in his hand The soft sword instantly became hard, and the sword energy on it showed that he was already a master in the sword. "Dang, Dang, Dang..." The sound of continuous metal hitting each other was too fast. .
Yang Huiming and Xiao Fang had already exchanged hundreds of moves. Xiao Fang looked relaxed and normal, while Yang Huiming seemed a little anxious.
"Hey, Huiming, you are still as restless as before. When will you be able to truly calm your mind?" Yang Xiemen, who was sitting below, sighed in his heart with a hint of anxiety in his disciple's eyes.
"Swords dance in all directions!" The soft sword in Yang Huiming's hand fell out of his hand but circled around Yang Huiming's upper body as if it were alive, just in time to catch a weird and tricky sword move from Xiao Fang. Then the soft sword returned to his body again. In her own hands, it turned out to be the art of sword control. Xiao Fang was completely shocked. She had already mastered a certain amount of sword control skills at a young age. She was really a rare swordsman genius in the world.
After Xiao Fangbei forced him away, "one sword cut off love," the soft sword in his hand emitted a burst of dazzling red light. The sword seemed to be slow but was actually super fast from top to bottom, and a dazzling red super-large lightsaber fell from the sky. On the soft sword in Yang Huiming's hand. "Dang-" A crisp loud noise indicated that Yang Huiming received the seemingly swift blow with the soft sword in his hand. Yang Qiemen, who was sitting in his seat, stood up suddenly. She got up and looked nervously at her apprentice on the stage. When she saw the trace of blood flowing out of Yang Huiming's mouth, she frowned in distress. She just wanted Yang Huiming to admit defeat, but seeing the determination in her eyes, she knew that her apprentice Even she couldn't completely change what she had decided. She could only pay close attention to Yang Huiming on the court, and as soon as she was in danger, she would be ready to rush to her rescue.
In fact, her worries are completely unnecessary, because the referee present will not let the contestants die in the competition. Because it has been agreed in advance that if someone dies during the competition under her guard, then his
I lost a lot of face.
"Aren't you going to admit defeat?" Xiao Fang looked at the determined Yang Huiming and felt an indescribable feeling in his heart. That look was very familiar.
"Huh!" Another cold snort, Yang Huiming gently wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth with his lush little hands, then raised his hands, "Drink-" I saw that Yang Huiming's whole body momentum became much stronger, and slowly
Her hair fluttered upwards with the true energy emanating from her body, and she looked like a cool and proud goddess. Xiao Fang's eyes slowly changed from contempt before to worry, not for herself, but for herself.
I'm worried about this cold girl I've only met twice.
"You are forcing yourself to improve your cultivation again. Even if you win, you will injure the enemy a thousand times and lose yourself eight hundred." I said calmly. I have no sympathy for such a competitive woman.
