"When you say it's fighting, young people don't pay attention to it at all. Lin Can turned his head with a smile and waved the long sword in his hand, gently separating the sword stabbed by Liu Mingyu.

As soon as the two swords touched, Liu Mingyu's long sword seemed to have spirituality and gently bounced upward, pointing at Lin Can's throat!

Lin Can put one hand behind his back, and the long sword in his hand stirred to attack and defend, stabbing Liu Mingyu in the chest. Liu Mingyu dodged in a staggered step, and the blade swept and slashed at Lin Can's neck.

The two of them rose and fell, and fought fiercely in the field.

Over there, Zhao Feng was silent, still like a cold snow-capped mountain. He pulled out an embroidered spring knife more than two feet long from his waist, the blade glittered in the sun, and the tip of the knife was already pointing at Liu Mingying's chest.

Liu Mingying took out a long whip from her waist and swung it in the air to draw several graceful curves. Her wrist vibrate, and the whip head was like a spirit snake, already pointing at Zhao Feng's throat.

Zhao Feng swung his knife and slashed, and a sharp sword qi slashed towards the long whip. The long whip spun in the air and pointed at Zhao Feng's chest. But Zhao Feng didn't care about it at all, and still stabbed Liu Mingying in the face.

If Liu Mingying didn't dodge, maybe her whip would be able to hit Zhao Feng, but Zhao Feng's knife light would definitely hit her face. Looking at the other party's cold dead appearance, maybe he will split her in half without sparing his hand!

Liu Mingying had no choice but to dodge. Zhao Feng took a step forward, swung his knife and slashed at Liu Mingying's shoulder.

The third fight.

Sun Ling held a slender dagger more than a foot long in her hand, and Qian Lingling held a short sword less than two feet long.

Both of them took a nimble and jumpy path, both of them repelled with one blow and then attacked quickly. It's just that Qian Lingling is ruthless and Sun Ling is light, revealing different styles.

Although Sun Ling is busy with family affairs and spends too much time on family affairs, she has studied hard since she was a child and is also tenacious. Although he got busy later, he never stopped cultivating.

In addition, she is a big family with a background, and her family martial arts are extraordinary, plus she is a few years older than Qian Lingling. At this time, he fought with Qian Lingling, and his strength was not under Qian Lingling at all!

"Lan Zhi. Li Mingfu whispered in Li Lanzhi's ear: "Look at your sister Sun Ling, although she is busy like a spinning top, her martial arts have not been left behind. You don't usually want to slack off, let others leave you behind, and end up making everyone laugh at you. ”

"No, it won't. Li Lanzhi's eyes were shining, obviously it was the first time she had seen such a wonderful actual combat scene.

She looked at Lin Can, who was fighting with Liu Mingyu, with a hint of shock, and said in a speechless voice: "This guy usually looks hippie and smiling and has no seriousness, I didn't expect him to be so powerful!"

"Senior brother, he is the game Hongchen. Li Mingfu sighed: "People's personalities are different, but strength can't deceive people." In the future, you should respect this little uncle, and don't let people say that I am not strict with discipline!"

"Hmph!" Li Lanzhi snorted coldly, but did not dare to fight back.

The three competitions were extremely fierce, but the most concerned was the competition between Lin Can and Liu Mingyu. Because these two people are obviously a notch higher than the other two pairs, it also determines the final victory or defeat of the whole competition.

"This Liu Mingyu is good, a real master. In the middle of the fight, Lin Can sighed secretly: "Fortunately, I am here today." Otherwise, with the means of the younger generation of the three major families, no one will be able to restrain this guy! But when you meet me, you're a little bit unsightly......"

He himself is already in the innate realm, and ordinary masters are naturally not a problem.

Don't say that Liu Mingyu is a second-generation master in several big families, he can also fight equally. If it is on the battlefield, it is not known who will actually kill the deer. Although Liu Mingyu is powerful, his martial arts qualifications are not as rebellious as Lin Can's, so he is naturally not Lin Can's opponent.

Liu Mingyu became more and more shocked, and a trace of cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

This abominable thing on the other side is like a slippery loach.

No matter how sharp the sword move, how fast the thrust, how weird the twist, he can easily defuse it, just as he is very familiar with his sword momentum. It seems that with a slight movement, he can guess the direction of his next move, and then make the right response.

In such a situation, how can people fight!

This is the crushing of strength, and there is no luck.

Just as Liu Mingyu was becoming more and more flustered, Lin Can grabbed one of his flaws, and the blade of the sword swept through the air like lightning, and the tip of the sword was already against his throat.

And Liu Mingyu's sword stabbing at Lin Can was still two inches away from his shoulder!

The two stood silently in the middle of the room like sculptures. After a long time, Liu Mingyu lowered the tip of his sword bitterly and hissed: "I lost~"

"Actually, your strength is good, and there is a lot of room for growth in the future. Lin Can took back his long sword and put it behind his back, like a senior teaching his juniors: "If you can be upright, you can expect future achievements."

However, if you still follow the old path of the Liu family, continue to use tricks to achieve your goals, and don't care about the life and death of the people of Limin, then someone will naturally take you down. When you go back, think about it and see which way you want to go. ”

He walked back to the formation in a dashing manner, held the long sword in his hand in front of the senior who gave the sword with both hands, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, I am not dishonored!"

"Not bad boy!" The senior of the Li family took the long sword and put it into the scabbard with a long smile: "I didn't expect the martial arts in Jiangbei City to have such a guy as you again!"

"Shame, shame!" Lin Can once again thanked him for the grace of the sword, and then returned to his seat to watch the excitement.

Lin Can's side ended the fight, and the two battles between Zhao Feng and Liu Mingying were also coming to an end.

Zhao Feng was like a fighting machine with no feelings, no pain, and no even gender, wielding an embroidered spring knife like lightning in the air, and at this moment he had advanced to a strange realm.

At this time, the person who was fighting with him on the other side had finally turned into two words, opponent.

No matter what the other party's identity, gender, beauty, ugliness, fat and thinness, or what means he uses, it is just a concept in Zhao Feng's eyes.

And this concept is one word: "Kill!"

Such an opponent, unless your strength is much higher than his, will be suppressed by his thoughts, and it will be difficult to get benefits from him.

If Liu Mingyu is replaced, he may be able to fight with Zhao Feng.

Liu Mingying herself is a woman, her will to fight is naturally weaker than that of a man, and her own strength is slightly inferior, so she is on the verge of defeat at this time.

When the battle was in the end, Zhao Feng suddenly burst into a shout, holding a knife in both hands and slashing from top to bottom. A hazy sword intent enveloped her opponent Liu Mingying, making her almost lose the consciousness of dodging!

The long whip in his hand subconsciously blocked it, but it was cut off by the sharp blade. Feeling that the embroidered spring knife had slashed into her head, Liu Mingying relaxed her body in despair, waiting for her sad fate of being split in half!

However, at the moment when the blade of the knife was about to touch Liu Mingying's skin, the knife style of the embroidered spring knife slashing downward came to an abrupt end.

The sharp knife qi left a faint scar on Liu Mingying's skin, and a few strands of severed hair fluttered in the wind, and then flew into the distance.