Chen Le held his sword and looked at Yang Qingcheng from afar.

The two looked at each other for a while, but they were not in a hurry to make a move.

The reason why Chen Le didn't do it was because he didn't understand what the other party, a student union president of the whole school, was involved in.

It doesn't seem to be a Western sword course, so someone suddenly comes up and has to do it.

Why?

What's in it for him?

Isn't this inexplicable.

After thinking about it, Yang Qingcheng made the first move.

His movements were actually not fast, it looked like he was strolling leisurely, with one hand behind his back, he stepped out, and in the blink of an eye, the sword had already attacked in front of Chen Le.

Chen Le swung his sword diagonally and met the opponent's long sword.

The long swords of the two collided back and forth dozens of times in mid-air.

Basically, I only saw the two people's wrists flying, the sword shadows in the air were staggered, and there was a crisp metal staggering sound in the room.

But the body didn't move.

This is just a trial move for both sides.

It can be clearly seen that Yang Qingcheng did not practice Western swords, but used Eastern swordsmanship.

The sword momentum is more complicated.

This also made everyone present focus their eyes on the sword confrontation between the two for the first time, and watched the dizzying sword momentum change blankly.

When Chen Le fought against the people of the Western sword before, he couldn't be called a competition at all.

Originally, the Western sword was relatively straightforward, straight and straight, stabbing, chopping, slashing, horizontal, basically watching people just cut and stab, and Chen Le knocked the sword away.

Where is it as intricate as the current Oriental sword skills.

Moreover, it is rare to see this student president of Kyoto University, and at most he has only seen him speak on important occasions.

As for the other party's shot, there are even fewer people who have seen it, and everyone is actually very curious about what kind of character and skills this student president of Beijing University is.

Compared with Zhao Ziyou of Qing University, Yang Qingcheng of Beijing University is actually much more low-key.

But the strength ......

Chen Le felt a sense of ease from the other party's eyes.

It's obviously the sword, and the other party's eyes are not looking at the sword at all, but looking at themselves. It was as if he was just observing his own reaction, and he was even smiling at himself.

How can there be a competition with others, and you don't even look at what the other party makes to make any moves, just look at the other party's face.

This is absolutely impossible without a certain degree of swordsmanship.

Yang Qingcheng even carried a hand behind his back.

It's not like it's about winning at all, it's more like ...... Observe.

It seems that it feels almost the same, and it will not change much if it continues, after a relatively crisp "ding" sound, after Chen Le felt a strong attack, swinging away the two swords that clashed in the field.

I saw Yang Qingcheng leaning down slightly, and then, rubbing it, like a swift cheetah, rushed out.

Rushing towards Chen Le.

Chen Le only felt a gust of wind flash in front of him, and in the dark shadows, a little light flashed, and the tip of the sword was not aimed at his body, but towards his hilt.

With a flick of Chen Le's wrist, the long sword and Yang Qingcheng's sword body passed close to him, and a loud burst of metal clash of fire stirred up in the air.

Yang Qingcheng was like a shadow, staggered past Chen Le and came to Chen Le's right rear.

Immediately stopped his body again, shot again, and rushed towards Chen Le again, and the two staggered again.

It fell to the left front of Chen Le again.

The figure of Yang Qingcheng was like a shadow, a gust of wind that could not be stayed, a light and fluttering cloud, easily drifted in front of Chen Le, and in a blink of an eye, it was in front of the left, directly behind, right front, left, etc., with Chen Le as the center, constantly floating by.

At first glance, it looks like a gust of winter wind is blowing indoors.

The wind is not strong, but it is not weak either.

Every time it blows, there is a sound of sword clashing.

From a layman's point of view, he only felt that Yang Qingcheng was constantly changing his position.

And Chen Le, who was in the field, felt it, one blow was stronger than another, and one after another attack.

A strange sense of oppression was pressing on his body.

What he actually wanted to move was not that he didn't want to move, but that his body felt a strange pressure.

That pressure didn't come from Yang Qingcheng's sword, nor from his people, it was just ...... From this floor, or from the environment, or from his pace?

Chen Le himself was confused.

He felt that Yang Qingcheng's landing point was orderly, and the staggered figures back and forth, as if drawing a magic circle, exerted a strange pressure on his body.

He couldn't move easily, as if he was trapped in some cage, and his body became very heavy, and even if he wanted to hide, he couldn't find anything to hide, retreat, or enter.

Chen Le didn't understand what this was at all.

He had never played against such a strange move.

It didn't feel like a move, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

Then, just when he felt the pressure on his body increasing, he felt that his body could no longer bear it, and he had to fight with luck.

With a bang, his sword broke.

The blade of the sword was broken in two.

Not only him, but even Yang Qingcheng's sword was broken, and the two swords were broken almost at the same time.

This caused both of them to stop their movements at the same time.

People outside the stadium were also surprised.

I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence, and the two swords broke together.

Yang Qingcheng paused, blinked, and smiled at Chen Le, "Ah, these two swords can't hold up first, it's a pity." ”

Chen Le didn't know what he was sorry for, he looked at the broken sword in his hand in a little stunned, he actually didn't feel a lot of pressure from the sword body, he didn't understand how the sword broke, and he didn't use the same point to pick up the other party's moves, even if the sword body was a little rusty, this sword would not be so unbeaten.

And even if you forget your own sword, the opponent's Western sword is made of the best material, and it will definitely not break after two swings.

Is that pressure......

It won't be wrong, the strange landing point of the other party, the shape of the crossed body, the air flow in the field that seems to be brought up like a drawing array, and the huge pressure that needs to be borne just by standing here, makes the swords of the two unable to hold it first, and it is directly crushed.

Moreover, this guy was aiming for the hilt of my sword in the first place.

So, it's likely that the sword body may be under more pressure than me.

If he targets his own people......

Although the murderous aura may be able to withstand it, the other party is useless from beginning to end......

This guy is definitely going to be angry.

He didn't come to test at all, he was just trying, the air flow that deepened step by step, like pouring water into a cup, wanted to try how much pressure this cup could withstand, and if it couldn't bear it, how much explosive force would it explode......

This guy has an understatement from beginning to end, testing himself to reach out, his strength ...... Absolutely unfathomable!

Yang Qingcheng smiled at Chen Le with some regret, "It seems that the school's equipment is too old, and I will ask the student union to approve some funds and change some good props for everyone when I go back, and it won't be broken next time." ”

“...... Well. ”

Chen Le nodded slightly.

Jack on the other side was very puzzled, how could it be, we are using the best swords, how can this be broken?