"This man is very scary." Ling Yichen said softly.
Ling Chuxi nodded, agreeing with Ling Yichen's statement. In this young man's eyes, there was a kind of indifference to all things, but at the same time, it was also a kind of concentration. Only people with extreme dedication to martial arts could have such concentration.
"Chu Jianyi." The baby-faced boy was silent for a moment, then uttered three words and reported his name. This was a sign of respect for his opponent.
"Shao Nansong." Shao Nansong also reported his name.
"I'll give you three swords." Chu Jianyi drew out his long sword. It was plain and simple, just like his own, without the slightest bit of light. Looking closely, it turned out to be a sword without an edge.
Chu Jianyi's extremely plain words immediately ignited the atmosphere around the competition stage.
Damn, arrogant, how dare you say such nonsense...
...There was a sound of yelling and cursing from the audience.
"Okay, okay, thank you." Although Shao Nansong still maintained the reserved smile on his face, there was a trace of ruthlessness in his eyes. He was obviously irritated by this sentence. This sentence was very offensive to Fengyun Academy, who is known as the number one master.
To him, it was an outright humiliation.
Ling Yangxi and Ling Yichen looked at each other, and when they saw Chu Jianyi's calm face, they both knew that this was by no means a humiliation or a boast, but an absolute confidence.
As soon as Shao Nansong finished speaking, his figure was already moving like the wind. The sword in his hand instantly emitted a dazzling cold light, and his figure became illusory.
"Wu Ying Sanxu!" There was a sound of admiration from the audience. This is Wu Ying Sanxu who has cultivated his fighting spirit to a high level.
In a daze, a sword light surrounded Chu Jianyi.
But Chu Jianyi's expression remained unchanged while he was in it, and his eyes didn't even change at all. He just looked at his opponent indifferently.
At this time, he was like an indestructible rock, so calm and steady.
"Choke!" There was a clear cry, and Chu Jian took action with his sharp sword. It was just a simple sweep. It didn't look fast and had no strength, but it blocked Shao Nansong's swift sword as fast as the wind.
Ling Chuxi let out a light sigh. Others may not be able to see the subtlety of it, but with Ling Chuxi's eyesight, she can see how well this sword controls the fighter's timing, how strong the control of the fighting spirit is, and how fast it is.
If you are faster, you will not be slower, and your strength will not be more or less.
Shao Nansong also felt the terror of the other party at this time, shouted fiercely, and rushed forward again.
Five shadows of martial arts, five shadows and seven shadows, seven phantoms appeared around Chu Jianyi one after another. The long sword passed by, bringing out a whistling sound like a sea wave. The air seemed to be torn apart by the powerful light in the sword, showing a
A piece of distorted light and shadow. Between the light and shadow, Shao Nansong's slender figure looked even more chic and graceful.
The screams of the nymphomaniacs sounded again in the audience. Eight levels of fighting spirit. This is the strength of the eighth level fighting spirit of Fengyun Academy's top master student.
But at this time, surrounded by phantoms, Chu Jianyi was like a rock that had stood for thousands of years. No matter how strong the waves were and the wind was eroding me, I stood still.
"Choke, choke!" Two crisp chirping sounds sounded again. As before, Chu Jianyi still handed out the two swords unhurriedly, neither slowly nor lightly nor heavily, but they just happened to block Shao Nansong's quick sword.
"Three swords have arrived, you are defeated." A faint voice came from Chu Jian's mouth, and then, a powerful aura emanated from him, and his simple figure looked unusually tall and solid.