"I understand a little bit, but I still have more exposure to Xia Guo's martial arts."
Lu Ze's eyes were indifferent, he clasped his right index finger and thumb around the soda water and took a sip.
"Do you recognize the sword style used by Xia Qingying?"
Leng Gaoyi suddenly spoke, getting ahead of Bu Chengyue, and his tone was even questioning.
Lu Ze didn't care about Leng Gaoyi's unkind tone and replied in a calm tone: "Three seconds."
Three seconds?
Leng Gaoyi was stunned.
And this kind of swordsmanship?
Wait, is this guy just talking nonsense?
While he was thinking, the two people on the field started to attack.
Xia Qingying carried the sword with her body, and the spine of the sword shook, and the thin sword body actually produced a powerful and majestic force.
[Fush Wu]·Twelve Sword Movements - The Yellow River's roaring waves are coming from the sky!
As soon as the sword edge comes out, it is like the waves of a river, divided into two parts: clear and turbid.
Xia Qingying's feet crisscrossed each other, and the overlapping steps with a simple meaning were dazzling. It seemed that each step was changing direction, but in fact it was opening and closing, and moving forward.
No one had ever thought that Xia Qingying's slender body could display such a beautiful sword.
"Han Sword Power."
There was a sudden sound in Leng Gaoyi's ear. He subconsciously turned around and saw Lu Ze's angular profile.
So the three seconds just now were just waiting for a move?
Something...huh?
Leng Gaoyi's face became a little ugly.
Before he spoke, Bu Chengyue, who had a hot temper, couldn't help but speak: "Are you kidding? Who doesn't know that Xia Qingying chose Han Sword!"
The implication is, you better not show off this kind of brainless naming.
Lu Ze didn't seem to hear the implication. He just looked at the scene calmly and said: "Han Jian Shi, also known as Yuefu Sword, its sword power is like Yuefu poetry or grand, or euphemistic, or joyful and sad, and its characteristic is the change of moves.
The transition is smooth and natural, like poetry condensed on the tip of a sword flowing freely."
"Right now, this set of swordsmanship is in full swing, and it has the potential to compete with the natural and powerful nature of Rishin-ryu. The compatibility is very good."
This well-founded statement actually frightened several people for a while.
Bu Chengyue wanted to refute, but after he opened his mouth, he found that he didn't know what to say.
In the end, he just snorted and turned his head.
Even though it was choreographed, they had to admit that the level of Lu Ze's choreography was extremely high, making it impossible to refute.
Look at the field again.
Facing Xia Qingying's offensive, Luo Xiasheng suddenly thrust out his sword at the speed of lightning, blocked it accurately, and pressed down on the spine of the sword.
All the moves were done in one go, and the speed was so fast that less than 10% of the people in the audience could see clearly.
After blocking a move, the sword stabbed the shadow six times without any stagnation.
Natural Rishin-ryu·【Shanlong】!
If it weren't for the six twisted paths that instantly shot out more than five meters away, no one would have known what happened at this moment.
"What a cruel sword move."
In the VIP seat, Wu Wenlie looked unhappy and said this without any politeness. It was obvious that he was not just saying it to himself.
"cough."
Feng Yiluo, who was still a little high-spirited yesterday, coughed.
Wu Wenlie frowned slightly.
Because this cough is not to cover up embarrassment, but because the body is really uncomfortable.
A warrior with at least 9-star gale level will have cough symptoms?
The body of a strong person who has been implanted with the Crescent Chip and has undergone genetic optimization is probably immune to 99% of viruses.
So even a cough that lasts only a moment is definitely not normal.
Could it be that Feng Yiluo fought with people after the Crescent Ship flew out of the moon and before arriving in Shencheng?
Only this possibility can make sense.
Wu Wenlie saw that Feng Yiluo had no intention of responding at all, so he stopped talking. The atmosphere in the VIP table was strange.
…
Faced with Luo Xiasheng's thrilling six-fold stabbing attack.
Xia Qingying twisted her flexible waist, flashed lightly, and brushed the spine of the sword with two fingers of her backhand.
There seemed to be a thunderous sound inside the special alloy.
[Fush Dance]·Twelve Sword Movements - Loud and majestic like Yin Lei!
Xia Qingying's brilliant sword was like a mysterious girl from the Nine Heavens drawing thunder with her hand.
Luo Xiasheng's short body holds a slender neon samurai sword, and his movements are extremely flexible.
A light side knife moves forward, shocks slightly, and retreats.
Cancel the endless thunder in the sword.
——Tenran Rishinryu·【Kasumi】Sword!
Luo Xiasheng looked at Xia Qingying with frivolous eyes, then swiped his sword with his backhand.
Xia Qingying took two steps, one at a time, and her whole body silently bounced up from the ground, followed by the light of her sword.
In an instant, it was like a group of magnificent springs rising from the ground.
[Fush Dance]·The Twelve Movements of the Sword - Hundreds of rivers spraying snow and high Cui Wei!
…
You attack me from both sides.
Xia Qingying's sword movement is constantly flowing. When the sword is drawn in the "Twenty-Five String" style, the whole place is full of sword energy, which is majestic.
Everyone was attracted by this gorgeous sword move, and even more impressed by Xia Qingying's elegant figure.
Rao is a proud Crescent Man, and at this time he also paid unstinting praise to Xia Qingying.
However, what surprised both parties was that Luo Xiasheng, who should have been drowned in the tide of swords, could always accurately intercept Xia Qingying's sword intent.
Two of the changes, [Yun Wujian] and [Big Round Sword], cut the air in the field into two distinct sections.
Turbidity versus clearness, fire versus ice.
When the two fell in love again, people were shocked to find that the outline of Tai Chi faintly appeared in the dust-free venue.
This is an air scene that is guided or cut by the force of the sword.
"Is this Luo Xiasheng so strong?"
In the preparation area of Hurricane Academy, everyone took a breath of cold air.
They even saw the equally shocked faces in the preparation area of Solon Academy.
Obviously, even the players from Solon Academy did not expect Luo Xiasheng to have such ability.
This first-year observer, who was originally regarded as a loser, actually tied the strongest player in Hurricane Academy.
With this strength, he will definitely be the leader of Solon Academy in the future.
Thinking of this, a sense of pride arose in these people's hearts.
Only New Moon people can be so outstanding!
Xia Qingying looked at the Han sword in her hand, her long eyelashes drooping slightly, wondering what she was thinking about.
"Why, are you ready to give up after finishing a set of sword moves?"
Luo Xiasheng's smiling words came from the front.
Xia Qingying still didn't respond. She was reviewing every move Luo Xiasheng had just made.
"I know you are the strongest person in Hurricane Academy."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Luo Xiasheng did not take it seriously, but kept talking to himself. He turned to look at the audience and the live broadcast camera not far away.
Those eyes that looked like dark circles were full of evil energy, and then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Such a huge move shocked the viewers on both sides.
Turning your head to look at the audience during the battle is a taboo in battle!
One careless move and you lose everything.
However, what surprised the Solon Academy team members was that Matthew, the original leader, seemed to have no objection.
Matthew felt the gazes from all around him, and he chose to remain silent in response.
This is not a fight on the same level at all.
In the duel just now, Luo Xiasheng did not unlock the second level of genetic restrictions at all.
That is a body comparable to that of the 9-star strong men on Earth.
If it really breaks out, if Luo Xiasheng wants to, Matthew can guarantee that no one in the field can stop Luo Xiasheng from killing his opponent at that moment.
At first, he even thought that Luo Xiasheng was pitying her, but now it seemed that an extremely ridiculous feeling came to his mind.
Luo Xiasheng was not showing any pity for the beauty, he was clearly deliberately setting up a scheme.
A game that no one can understand.
In the final battle, he forced himself to retreat and chose to substitute...
Matthew was certain that this was definitely not Mr. Feng’s idea.
But Mr. Feng did not stop it. From another perspective, this was tacit consent.
so.
【Yajima Natsuki, what is your motivation?】
Matthew looked at the field and felt a gaze coming from the side. He looked sideways.
It turns out to be Clement, the top player in command system operations.
The two people's eyes met, and the indifference in Clement's eyes made Matthew frown slightly.
Obviously, Klemenko noticed something unusual, but had no intention of communicating with him. This directly showed that Solon Academy, which had a small number of people, had at least three factions with more than one position.
…
Luo Xiasheng opened his eyes, looked at Xia Qingying who was taking action again, shook his head and said: "You are so beautiful and charming. If I don't defeat you when you are at your most angry, I will have no sense of accomplishment."
Xia Qingying remained unmoved and raised the sword in her hand.
Seeing this, Luo Xiasheng suddenly laughed, and he even raised his samurai sword frivolously with one hand.
"I know your past."
"Before I say the following words to you, please allow me to introduce myself."
Luo Xiasheng flicked it casually.
Buzz!
The viewers are all in awe.
Because this light samurai sword was stabbed into the extremely tough special alloy ground by Luo Xiasheng!
"My name is not Luo Xiansheng. Luo is my mother's surname. My actual name is Yajima Xiansheng."
"Yajima, you probably don't remember this word..."
"It doesn't matter, let me remember your dead parents."
Luo Xiasheng spoke casually.
When the last sentence fell.
Xia Qingying, who was originally as calm as water, suddenly looked at each other, her long eyelashes trembling.
For the first time, an emotion called anger flashed in her eyes!
