"I don't have time today!" Wen Tian frowned, opened his mouth to refuse, and after finishing speaking, he walked past several people in contempt and walked out.

And Sato Haruki's hands tightened and loosened, loosened and tightened, staring at the back of Wentian who walked by his side, although he wanted to kill the other party immediately, but he just didn't dare to make a move, because he knew that the other party was a powerful and explosive * bucket, and if he dared to offend the other party rashly, he didn't know if he would destroy anything on his body this time.

"Coward!" a cold and crisp female voice rethought.

Wentian, who had just walked a few steps away, stopped, turned his head to look at the woman in black, looked at her deliberately revealing a thick mockery and a pair of persistent eyes that did not stop reaching the goal, looked down and thought about it, and then looked up at the arm-high sun in the west, and thought to himself:

It's still early, although I really want to go to Ling Xiaoyun's house as soon as possible, but looking at the girl's insistent expression, I know that if I don't solve this trouble now, I will inevitably fight this battle in the future. Thinking of this, Wen Tian began to walk back, stood in front of the girl in black, squinted at her, and said lightly:

"I'll fulfill your wish, lead the way!"

A blazing light flashed in the eyes of the woman in black, and she turned around and walked towards the Kendo Temple.

Harukashi Sato, who was behind, opened his mouth several times and was speechless by the heavy momentum of the two, watching the two people walk in front, just stomping his feet hard in hatred, and the other four Japanese followed.

"Wow~~~, Rimon, we seem to have caught up with the wonderful time again, hehe, let's go, hurry up and take a look!"

Not far away, Max, who showed a handsome sun-like smile, and Rimon, who was expressionless but equally handsome, had always been interested in the wonderful fight, and they would not miss it, so they followed from a distance without saying a word.

In the kendo hall of the University of Macau, Wen Tian and the mysterious black-clothed beauty stood facing each other at a distance, surrounded by students from the kendo hall and some students who rushed to hear the news, Max and Rimon two foreign students with their strong physique forced to squeeze to the front, and there were even some students in the crowd holding cameras and cameras high behind the crowd to keep a souvenir, I really admired them for finding such things in such a short period of time.

The girl in black bowed first and spoke:

"I'm Nobuko Mita, please advise. ”

After finishing speaking, Nobuko Mida held the bamboo sword with her delicate but calm hands, slowly lifted it, and moved it to the front of her.

Wentian didn't expect Nobuko Mita to follow the rules so much, and his expression was slightly stunned, but he quickly reacted, nodded slightly, and said:

"Come on!".

Although she has extreme disgust and hatred for the Japanese, her performance has won a little favor over Wentian.

A frenzied flame erupted in Nobuko's silent eyes, it was a kind of persistent pursuit of martial arts, the excitement and passion when he could fight with a real master, the raging battle spirit quickly burned to the extreme, and turned into a cold huge momentum and pressed towards the opponent.

Facing the opponent's powerful qi, Wentian stood like a mountain, unmoved, holding a bamboo sword in his right hand, the tip of the sword pointed to the ground, and shook with the random swing of his wrist, a deep introverted display, ready to go, his eyes looked at each other lightly, waiting for the other party's move.

This kind of confrontation with the opponent's strong momentum without the slightest wave and silence is much higher than he didn't know before, maybe before he comprehended the turbulent waves, Wentian's style of play must be to directly oppress the opponent with a more powerful terrifying momentum.

Feeling that as soon as his momentum met the other party's body, it was like a river pouring into the sea, and he disappeared without a trace at once, and his momentum had no effect on the other party, Mida Nobuko's face couldn't help but change slightly, and the momentum duel between the masters was meaningless, Mida Nobuko's beautiful and stunning face sank again, ready to attack.

The upper body leaned forward, the hands holding the sword were slightly pulled back, the bright green silk covered her eyes, and the momentum that spread out also recovered and converged with her movements, and the whole scene showed a calm before the storm.

The onlookers held their breath and didn't dare to make any sound, for fear of disturbing the two people in the field.

When Nobuko Mida's momentum and true qi condensed to the extreme, she moved, and her slightly retracted body burst out in an instant, turning into a black strong wind, wrapped in the awe-inspiring power of killing, and the speed was as fast as lightning, spanning the short distance between the two.

Raise the knife, slash, no superfluous action, simple and direct, fast and awe-inspiring, a momentum that never looks back also burst out and then attack Wentian, in order to cause a moment of astonishment in Wentian's mental movements.

Japanese kendo on chopping, slashing, chopping, sweeping and other limited movements, but simple and direct, fierce and tragic, the most important thing is the knife fast, accurate, ruthless and the kind of decisive momentum that never looks back, once the battle, the victory is often decided in just a few moves.

It is the simplest and most practical method of attack and combat, and now, Nobuko Mida has obviously initially comprehended the essence of Japanese kendo, and the power moves have stepped into the door of real kendo.

Wentian didn't expect that such a terrible girl who looked a little serious would slash so quickly and ferociously, the bamboo knife turned into a gray shadow, driving the air to make a "woo" sound, and slashed down at Wentian's head.

Why didn't he pursue absolute strength and absolute speed, for the other party's fierce blow, Wentian smiled, the knife in his right hand flexibly flipped over, turned into a backhand holding knife, and the next moment he had put the knife across his arm to hold the opponent's lightning knife, his body was as stable as Mount Tai, motionless.

Seeing that the lore of his own power acceleration was framed, Mida Nobuko was not too surprised, the bamboo knife jumped into the air by the power of the rebound, the angle turned, and in the sound of "woo", the gray shadow swept across the belly of Wentian, which had been exposed, even if it was not a real sword, but I believe that if it was swept in, it would definitely not be comfortable.

Wentian's body tilted, the knife held above his head retracted the vertical block, followed by the other party's subsequent blow like a sudden storm, the body flexibly flashed the gray shadow of the other party's thundering in the air like a lightning channel, the bamboo sword in his right hand continued to jump and rotate dexterously, up and down, left and right, blocking the wind and rain, the other party's fierce hatred attacked like a tide in front of Wentian's body, as if encountering a thousand years of immovable chime cliffs, splashing layers of gray waves, there is no danger.

The more Mida Nobuko attacked, the more frightened she became, as her fierce Dao attack was easily blocked by the other party, the full confidence when she first came to Huaxia quickly collapsed, worn out, and she was also unlucky, and she challenged Wentian when she first came to Huaxia, and it can only be said that she was unlucky.

Thinking that the time is not early, I still have to go to Ling Xiaoyun's house, how can I delay here for too long, I decided in my heart, after Wen Tian opened the other party's fierce knife, the first counterattack after the war, the momentum of leisure soared sharply, and a powerful domineering spirit that looked at the world was stirred, shocking everyone present.

And everyone knew that the best moment was coming, and their eyes stared at Wentian without moving, for fear of missing the slightest detail.

Wentian came out of the knife, and the backhand slashed out, and the mournful whine sounded sharply, and the bamboo sword tore through the air, with a terrifying air flow that was about to drown the opponent, and slashed on the opponent's bamboo sword that was in a hurry above his head, and instantly turned into three knives, and the three gray shadows were like three lightning flashes in the air, smashing on the opponent's bamboo sword almost at the same time.

The surging strength overwhelmingly flooded Nobuko Mida's body and mind, and the sword broke off and flew, and a mouthful of poignant blood spurted out of her mouth that was still flying in the air, reflecting a dark red in the light of the setting sun.

At the moment when she was slashed by the Heavenly Bamboo Sword, Mita Nobuko had the illusion that she was about to suffocate, her body flew in the air as light as a weight, and she saw in a blur that she was getting farther and farther away from the figure that exuded a domineering momentum that looked at the world, and then her vision was dyed with a poignant blood red, and finally her body shook and fainted.

A moment of lore, a moment of counterattack, Nobuko Mita, who looked very powerful in the eyes of everyone around, was knocked away, what kind of visual shock was that!? What kind of spiritual shock was that!?

The domineering spirit that looks at the world is still in everyone's hearts like the wind leaving an afterimage, and it can't be dispersed for a long time, and when they wake up, there is no longer a figure in the field......

In a huge building in the center of Macao, a cluster of gorgeous and strange shapes of giant glass chandeliers hang down from the top full of brilliant color patterns, emitting a blazing white light, illuminating the stage below is white and eye-catching, and other dim and beautiful lampshades like starlight are beautifully embellished on the top, giving people a mysterious haze;

In front of the stage, fan-shaped seats are lined up, extending outward and high in layers, neatly covering the entire huge space.

At this time, in this huge space that can accommodate more than 1000 people, it is already full of dense people, these people are either talking to each other, or looking around, or closing their eyes to recuperate, or emotional, with different expressions, the noise is like a low-noise tsunami sweeping back and forth in the entire venue, and the Century Dance King Contest has not yet started, and people's emotions have begun to be a little excited.

To be precise, dance masters from all over the world gather here, which is really a rare event, and well-known celebrities can be seen at any time, which shows how important and influential this competition is.