"I'll let you know today who is the strongest genius in Cangwu Country!"

Sikong Yuan's words sounded like he was saying to Lu Ping'an, but in fact, Lu Ping'an had never called himself like this.

Obviously, he still wants to prove that he is stronger than Cao Xin.

Lu Ping'an said: "What kind of genius title, just give it to you, I just need to win the leader of the Amphibious Society, it is enough." ”

"Dreaming!"

Sikong Yuan waved the long river pen again, and between the pen and the pen in his hand, the ink splashed out.

The ink spread out in the air, turning into countless tiny dots, like a large black rain, falling violently.

"It's also a technique to take the artistic conception of rain? Okay, I'll try it, whose rain is stronger!"

Lu Ping'an raised the willow sword and was about to perform the Xia Yu sword move......

At this moment, the ink dots that originally fell everywhere actually surged again, turning into elliptical ink masses, forming a resonance induction with each other and forming a formation!

This formation has no lethality, but on most of the martial arts platforms, it condenses into a suppressive momentum, so that Lu Ping'an's spiritual power is limited to a certain extent.

Despite this, Lu Ping'an didn't have the time to pay attention to this matter, so he forcibly swung his sword, cutting out large transparent raindrops, and went away in the face of the pouring ink rain.

Bang bang bang......

Two completely different raindrops collided wildly in mid-air, making a continuous explosion.

The difference is that after Lu Ping'an's transparent rain exploded, it disappeared into the air.

This is obviously the effect of formation suppression, which has weakened its power a little.

And those ink rains, although they were also scattered, had residual strength, fell on the ground, and then merged with the formation of the ground.

Sikong Yuan struggled to wave, and ten thousand rains became a river!

A black ink river surrounded Lu Ping'an, and rushed inward with a rolling wave.

Lu Ping'an's brows furrowed slightly, the sword momentum turned, and the wind swept away!

Call......

A whirlwind of sword power wrapped Lu Ping'an, rotating rapidly around his body, and the wind contained fierce sword qi, like countless blades cutting through the air, making a whistling sound.

It's not a defensive move, but it's an offensive move.

Sikong Yuan smiled coldly, revealing a look that he had expected, and the long river pen slammed to the ground, and more ink poured into the ink river, making it extremely thick.

"Up!"

With a big pen, Mohe was like a giant dragon, flying into the air.

But instead of crashing into Lu Ping'an's sword power whirlwind, it circled around it with its body, and finally suddenly contracted, actually entangled the entire whirlwind.

The wind that had been swirling wildly was greatly resisted, as if it was stirring something in an incomparably viscous liquid, and it was difficult to operate.

And as Sikong Yuan poured more powerful spiritual power into the pen, the strength of the thick ink dragon was also strengthened several times.

Darkness shrouded him, and a muffled sound came, and the entire whirlwind was actually forced to stop, just like a wall of wind, protecting Lu Ping'an's body.

Even though Lu Ping'an gripped the hilt of the sword tightly and continued to inject spiritual power, the sword wind still couldn't move, it had been firmly trapped by the thick ink, and it was still slowly squeezing inward.

Sikong Yuan outside whispered: "Next, it's the thunder sword technique, right?"

As soon as the words fell, sure enough, thunder rang out, and in the cracks of the dragon's entanglement, blue and white electric light bloomed.

With a bang, there was a loud thunder, and an incomparably powerful thunder sword power slashed out of it!

The black dragon, slashed by the straight blade, was cut into pieces, and the darkness was dispelled by the white lightning.

The sword momentum did not stop, and the diameter rushed towards Sikong Yuan, leaving deep sword marks along the way.

Sikong Yuan calmly raised the pen and stretched it forward, and the tip of the pen bloomed like a gray flower, and a large cloud of gas-like ...... spread out from it Ink Cloud!

The thunder sword power slashed into it, as if it had landed on extremely thick cotton, and it couldn't be split.

Lu Ping'an took out another sword, and a bolt of lightning flew out, blessing the more violent power in the thunder sword power in front of him.

But the power of the violent thunder and lightning still seemed to be dissolved, only a few muffled sounds were made inside, and then it dissipated without a trace.

Sikong Yuan's technique didn't seem to have any strong power, but it really crushed Lu Ping'an's sword power and traumatized it.

Lu Ping'an's body trembled slightly, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his expression was slightly solemn.

His speculation was correct, Sikong Yuan was indeed stronger than Cao Xin.

It is not easy for a disciple who is practicing in the National Academy to be able to surpass a person who has gone to Jixia Academy.

Being cultivated by the entire academy, as well as the state of mind of cultivation, are all crucial influences.

But what Lu Ping'an cares about the most is that every move he makes seems to be in Si Yuan's calculations!

It seems that the radical method did not play a big role, or maybe all this has been designed a long time ago, so Sikong Yuan does not need to plan temporarily, and naturally implements the chain of countermeasures.

But the problem is that Lu Ping'an only showed his full strength in front of everyone in the morning, and Sikong Yuan was still competing with Hong Yang at that time, how could he know what sword moves he used?

Suddenly, Lu Ping'an remembered the middle-aged man in the rest area, and the gathering array and other matters of this conference were in charge of the National Education Academy.

Then, it is very likely that someone from the National Academy watched the competition between Lu Ping'an and Cao Xin, wrote down his various swordsmanship characteristics, and then made suggestions for Sikong Yuan.

However, if you really want to talk about it, this is not a foul, because as the chief disciple, it is a matter of course to use the resources and power of the National Religious Academy.

It's just that Lu Ping'an inevitably feels that this amphibious association is not as fair as it seems, and the children of those powerful factions still have various ways to take advantage.

But is this really a game for the powerful?

At this moment, Sikong Yuan shot again, and the long river pen waved upward, and a wide and magnificent ink river rose to the sky!

"You have been exhausted by me, and you are doomed! I am far away, and I am the pride of the National Education Academy, the first genius of the Cangwu Kingdom!"

Lu Ping'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and said with a smile: "Do you think this will be the end?

The willow sword trembled slightly, and the slightest electric light disappeared in an instant, and a golden light emerged from the sword body!

This golden yellow is not the color of royal dignity, but the color of the ripe rice in the field, which has the meaning of fullness and solidity, and also the color of the withered leaves, which has the meaning of bleakness and coldness...... It's autumn golden!

There is no doubt that this is the "Sword Four" with "autumn" as the artistic conception!

The specific move of this sword is naturally created by Lu Ping'an's perception, but it is the most complex and changeable move among the current swords.

Sikong Yuan was stunned when he saw this, but he didn't expect Lu Ping'an to have other tricks in addition to those extremely wonderful moves!

Obviously, when competing with Cao Xin, Lu Ping'an didn't use all his strength at all, and he didn't know how many hole cards he still hid.

Sikong Yuan couldn't help but feel a little afraid of this, but he quickly gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "No matter what tricks you have, you have to defeat me!"

The sky-high Mo River almost obscured most of the skylight, shrouding the competition platform in heavy gloom.

Sikong Yuan dropped his pen heavily, and the Mo River swooped down, like a black waterfall descending from the nine heavens!

As soon as Lu Ping'an stepped on the soles of his feet, the stone slab shattered, and his whole body turned into a black shadow and rushed up.

Against the backdrop of the black waterfall, the golden light on the sword is particularly dazzling!

Immediately afterwards, I saw that the golden sword light, along with Lu Ping'an's body and arms, quickly flowed up, and kept slashing out!

The golden light and the Dao are flying, fast and sharp, the full and condensed sword, where it passes, the black ink is shattered, and the waterfall is broken!

In just a few seconds, Lu Ping'an, who flew into the air, cut the entire Black Ink Waterfall into several pieces.

But the golden sword light did not stop, and continued to swing its edge, cutting the broken into pieces, bringing out pieces of golden afterimages in the air, which looked quite dazzling and gorgeous.

Burst!

Sikong Yuan's body trembled one after another, and the sea of qi in his body surged, causing him to spurt out a large mouthful of blood.

"I can't lose! This time, no one can stop me again! He can't, neither can you, I'll win!"

Sikong Yuan roared, holding the pole in both hands, and took out the pen again and again.

Countless ink balls rushed upward, and even those black inks that had been slashed and were still in mid-air were affected, rolling and surging, as if they were about to form some kind of formation.

But Lu Ping'an won't let him succeed this time, this guy's formation seems to only have a suppressive effect, but in fact, it is the starting basis for a series of spells.

Airplanes!

The whisk willow sword made a crisp roar, Lu Ping'an raised it towards the sky, and the golden light bloomed wildly, shining on the heavens and the earth!

The sky was already sunset, but now under the light of Lu Ping'an's sword, it seems that another round of scorching sun has risen, brilliant and brilliant, extremely strong!

At the same time, among the black ink that had been chopped, there was a little golden light, and it also exuded a hot and dry atmosphere.

This is the power left behind by Lu Ping'an's slash just now, and it was all activated at this time.

And under the traction of the sword light, the countless points of golden light also became more and more intense, and it was ...... A flame ignited!

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

Countless flames burst into flames, forming a terrifying flame in the air!

It's like throwing a torch into the grassland on an extremely dry autumn day, and the spark is unstoppable!

All the black ink was burned into thick black smoke in this fire, like a big dark cloud.

Lu Ping'an slashed again, and the golden sword light broke through the dark clouds and saw the blue sky!

"Ah...... Your swordsmanship...... No, no one will try to beat me! I'll fight you!"

There was a terrible scream from below, but he still didn't give up, injected the little spiritual power left in his body into the Changhe pen, and then threw it out suddenly.

"Don't you want this? Okay, I'll fulfill you!"

Lu Ping'an said, a sword fell, the flame and the golden light fused, condensed into a golden fire slash, and fell on the flying long river pen!

Click.

The Changhe pen was split in half vertically, and countless gray-white brush hairs were scattered all over the sky and slowly fell down like a drizzle.

The former treasure of the National Religious Academy, which was destroyed by a sword!

It was only at this time that Lu Ping'an's four sword moves were fully revealed, and the golden flame was for: Autumn Fire!