The sword-wielding young man was stunned, he didn't expect Zhao An to choose himself at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even Lu Gaoxuan's pupils shrank, and he was dumbfounded, and said, "You want to fight him?"

"Dare to ask Senior Brother, can I make a move with him today, and this matter will be over?" Zhao An asked.

"I, Lu Gaoxuan, have always counted when I speak, as long as you can survive a move under Su Wenyao's sword, the matter of the day will be counted. Lu Gaoxuan glanced at Zhao An with sympathy, and then couldn't hold back any longer, "poof", opened his mouth and laughed.

"Senior brother, even if I am willing to spare your life this time, it will be difficult for you to die, the sword in Wen Yao's hand will see blood when it comes out of the sheath, if I am you, it is better to abandon my cultivation now, kowtow and admit my mistakes. ”

Not only him, but even the tall and thin young man on the side couldn't bear to glance at Zhao An, his eyes were full of deep sympathy.

The sword-wielding young man's name was Su Wenyao, although he was only a disciple of the Yellow Cloud Department, but in the qualification test that year, it was more than enough to enter the Red Cloud Department, and he could be regarded as a genius who was born suitable for cultivation.

It's just that this person is good at everything, but he is obsessed with swords, except for a short two hours of cultivation on weekdays, all the time is used by him to practice swords, otherwise, he would not be so far, he is only a fifth-level cultivation of condensation.

The Yunhai Sect, which is respected for illusion, actually produced a disciple who majored in swordsmanship, which cannot but be said to be a great irony, so simply, the Chiyun Department expelled him and drove him to the Huangyun Department.

But despite this, every time in the wind ring competition, except for people with extremely high cultivation, few people have always dared to challenge Su Wenyao, and even Lu Gaoxuan did not dare to take the initiative to fight Su Wenyao, because because of his sword, he would see blood when he shot!

Will you see blood when you shoot?

Zhao An's eyes gradually became gloomy, and a trace of battle intent burned in his chest.

Then you won't be able to get out of the sword!

In order to seize the demon pill before, he killed hundreds of blood spirit apes in Black Mountain, and the sword speed and body technique are simply incomparable compared to the past, if it is a competition for cultivation, maybe he will have some concerns, but if it is a sword competition...... One sword is enough!

What's more, he still has the power of time in his eyes, and the faster the opponent's sword, the better his chances of winning!

"You're no match for me, give up. Su Wenyao spoke calmly. "You still have a chance to choose. ”

"Opportunity?"

Zhao An sneered, these three people have never given him a chance from beginning to end?!

"Please also ask my senior brother for advice. Zhao An spoke slowly, and all the spiritual power of his body was poured into his eyes.

Seeing that Zhao An was unmoved, Su Wenyao frowned and looked at Zhao An's cultivation, as if drawing his sword for Zhao An was simply insulting his swordsmanship.

Although he was extremely reluctant in his heart, he had a very good personal relationship with Lu Gaoxuan after all, and it was not easy to brush his face in front of everyone, so he had to sigh secretly and accept this competition.

"Your cultivation is too poor, don't say that I bullied you, you can make a move now, as long as you can block my sword, even if I lose. As he spoke, the aura in Su Wenyao's body was running, and in an instant, a layer of spiritual power shrouded his body, and it was already faintly to the point where the aura and the sword qi were one.

Under this pressure, Zhao An no longer dared to delay any longer, the aura in his body was running, and the golden streamer of the Sanfan Sword flashed with a hint of scarlet, spreading in the space.

The sword turned into a meteor, and it arrived in front of Su Wenyao in an instant.

Boom!!!

About seven inches away from Su Wenyao's face, the scarlet starlight suddenly exploded, turning into a little bit of ghostly light, Su Wenyao frowned slightly, his right hand blocked, and a dragon roar sounded from the scabbard, and a blue light suddenly poured out of the scabbard.

Almost at the moment when Su Wenyao made a move, Zhao An's eyes suddenly flashed a trace of coldness, and the next moment, Su Wenyao's lightning-fast movements became slow and heavy, and the original solid body method suddenly opened the door wide, full of flaws!

"It's the chest!"

Zhao An's eyes shrank, and the golden sword pattern streamer of the Sanfan Sword drew an arc in mid-air, straight towards Su Wenyao's chest!

"What?!"

Su Wenyao's complexion changed, and his instinctive reaction to danger made him stagnate a little at the moment when he drew his sword, and his hand to draw his sword was half a minute slower than usual.

But the swordsmanship master has a trick, and a short half point is enough to decide life and death!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred!

Su Wenyao only felt a flower in front of him, and the golden streamer covered everything, like a straight pillar of light, sword light, falling from the sky!

"One move, I won!" Zhao An's right hand Sanfan Sword pointed directly at Su Wenyao's chest, and said calmly.

There was silence......

This sudden result stunned everyone, they didn't expect such a dramatic scene to happen, facing Su Wenyao who was in the fifth layer of condensation, Zhao An was not only injured, but won?

What's going on? What's going on?

Looking at the sword on his chest, Su Wenyao's eyes were full of disbelief, and Lu Gaoxuan and the others were even more stunned on the spot.

With just one sword, Su Wenyao, a fifth-layer disciple of Qi Condensation, didn't even pull out his sword, he was directly forced to his chest by Zhao An with a sword, and he didn't even have the slightest chance, this is what a third-layer Qingyun disciple of Qi Condensation can do?

What a surprise it was!

was so unexpected that everyone present was caught off guard, not to mention him Lu Gaoxuan, but everyone around him didn't expect that Zhao An would win!

"A sword. Zhao An tilted his head lightly and spoke flatly, looking like he was not satisfied with his sword, nor was he dissatisfied.

The audience was silent, and they all looked at Zhao An in shock, and Lu Gaoxuan's eyes widened.

"Holy!"

After a long time, Lu Gaoxuan reacted, scolded, and said, "What tricks are you using here!"

Lu Gaoxuan's face was stunned, staring at Zhao An, with the last time Zhao An cheated his death, he subconsciously thought that Zhao Anding had used some despicable and shameless method, so he succeeded in the sneak attack in one fell swoop.

Zhao An said, "Senior Brother Lu, you can eat indiscriminately, but you can't talk nonsense, what tricks did I use?" ”

"You!"

Lu Gaoxuan was speechless for a while, he really didn't see Zhao An cheating, but Su Wenyao did draw his sword and was restrained by the other party only halfway through, and what happened in front of everyone's eyes was completely tricky.

"Hmph, in my opinion, this kid obviously took advantage of Senior Brother Su's unpreparedness and drew his sword first, so he succeeded in one blow!" The thin and tall young man was afraid that Lu Gaoxuan would not be able to get off the stage, so he spoke immediately.

"That's right!" Lu Gaoxuan nodded, his face gloomy, "It's obvious that Su Wenyao deliberately wanted to let it, otherwise he wouldn't even pull out his sword, and he would be restrained by the other party." ”

Listening to the conversation between Lu Gaoxuan and the others, Zhao An and Su Wenyao didn't say a word, just a sneer on their faces, and a pale face.

Hearing that Lu Gaoxuan and the slender young man were talking more and more, Su Wenyao smiled wryly, stretched out his hand, and stopped Lu Gaoxuan's scolding.

This move clearly means admitting defeat.

Lu Gaoxuan's face suddenly turned ugly to death, and he looked at Su Wenyao in horror, he couldn't believe that Su Wenyao, who was in the fourth layer of condensation, lost to Zhao An, who was only in the third layer of condensation, with one sword!

Su Wenyao smiled bitterly, in the eyes of outsiders, there are naturally countless reasons to explain why Zhao An can stab Su Wenyao's chest with a sword, but the power of it is absolutely impossible to feel it without experiencing it personally.

Not to mention that Zhao An's sword is fast and scary, the most terrifying thing is Zhao An's seemingly casual sword, but it refers to the biggest flaw in his chest!

In that case, even if he could block it, he would have to get hurt.

Lu Gaoxuan's face turned red, but his expression was a little embarrassed and speechless.

"Senior Brother Lu, this matter ......!"

Seeing Lu Gaoxuan's constipated expression, the thin and tall young man was a little unbearable, and wanted to open his mouth to persuade him and relieve him.

Unexpectedly, at this time, Lu Gaoxuan was holding back the fire in his belly, where could he listen to other people's words, "Shut up!"

Today, his face has been lost enough, and there are so many disciples watching around him, if it is spread out again, his words will not count, then there will really be no place for his Lu Gaoxuan's face.

"Okay, very good, you have a kind!" Lu Gaoxuan's teeth itched, and his eyes were eager to poke a hole in Zhao An's body, "Zhao An, you won today, and the inner disciple will be more than five months later, see you then!"

Gritting his teeth, this sentence popped out of his mouth, Lu Gaoxuan didn't want to stay here and lose face anymore, so he turned into a streamer and fled.

Naturally, there was no need for the tall and thin young man to stay here, and when the figures of the three disappeared completely, Zhao An couldn't care about the eyes of the disciples around him, and quickly got up and ran towards his cave.

Running back to the cave, Zhao An hurriedly sat down cross-legged, opened his mouth, and bent over to spurt out a large mouthful of blood.