"Senior Brother Mo..."

Meng Yanran looked at Mo Lingquan with a worried face, and stopped talking. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Although Mo Lingquan's kendo has improved rapidly during this time, he has not been able to get through a trick after all.

At this time, the sword fighting arena was already surrounded by the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion who came to see the excitement.

"It's okay..."

Mo Lingquan smiled at Meng Yanran and shook his head lightly.

"Senior Brother Tang, it's better to let Yanran accompany you to have a discussion!"

Seeing that the competition was about to start, Meng Yanran turned her head and looked at Tang Ziqian with a sincere expression. How she wished that the two of them would stop making peace.

"Senior Sister Yanran, this was proposed by Senior Brother Mo, presumably Senior Sister doesn't want Senior Brother Mo to be poked in the back and say that he will only hide behind women, right?"

Meng Yanran didn't say that it was okay, seeing that she was defending that waste like this, Tang Ziqian couldn't help but be jealous, this time, he would definitely make Mo Lingquan stand in the Hidden Sword Pavilion without a face.

"Senior Sister Meng, you don't need internal strength to deal with this kind of fool. ”

Mo Lingquan waved his hand to stop Meng Yanran's next words. Turning his head, he looked at Tang Ziqian, who was clasping his hands on the stage, with a proud face.

In the past three months, Meng Yanran often accompanied him to learn from him when her persuasion was fruitless, and now is the time to test the results of this time.

Mo Lingquan's knot in his heart, which could not cultivate internal strength, was now gradually letting go. What if he can't practice internal strength, with the method of heart sword cultivation, he can also rely on his own efforts to find a way of martial arts that belongs to him.

"I'll let you do it first, don't call me a bully. ”

Tang Ziqian clasped his hands and looked at Mo Lingquan with a proud expression.

"Really?"

Mo Lingquan took the Zixiao Divine Sword in his hand and looked at Tang Ziqian with a calm expression.

He was going to use the ordinary iron sword placed in the martial arts arena. But after pondering, this Zixiao Divine Sword is nothing more than an ordinary wooden sword in the eyes of those who don't understand.

After all, he had also soaked in the Sword Pavilion all the year round, and after reading all the hidden items in the Pavilion, he learned about the existence of Zixiao Thunderwood from a dusty Yunlan travelogue.

"Wooden Sword...... You ......"

Tang Ziqian looked at the weapon in Mo Lingquan's hand, his face was dark, he felt that the other party was a slap in the face, naked humiliation, to tell the people present that he was only worthy of him to use a wooden sword.

"Oh, this is my weapon, is there a problem?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Tang Ziqian casually, and this expression fell in his eyes, which made him even more angry.

"Good! good!"

"Zheng..."

At this time, Tang Ziqian had no patience to say more to Mo Lingquan, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand suddenly came out of the sheath and let out a loud sword sound.

He already hated Mo Lingquan very much, where would he pretend to let Mo Lingquan make the first move, he just wanted to end this competition as soon as possible, and he felt ashamed to stay here for a second longer.

He didn't want to think that he had provoked all this.

The three-foot green blade in his hand crossed a mysterious arc, and with a move of wind and clouds, the sword blade cut through the sky, emitting a low humming sound, and attacked towards Mo Lingquan.

The whole body is empty, and the moon wheel at the center of the eyebrows slowly flows.

In Mo Lingquan's eyes, Tang Ziqian's speed suddenly slowed down, and subconsciously, the Zixiao Divine Sword in his hand used a sword interception to take advantage of the situation, and after stopping the long sword in Tang Ziqian's hand, the sword edge turned, and the sword pierced and pointed directly at the opponent's throat.

"Hum..."

The Zixiao Divine Sword let out a low sword roar and stopped at Tang Ziqian's throat. In the other party's horrified gaze, Mo Lingquan took a step back and stood with his sword drawn.

One move, just one move, the first person of the younger generation of the Hidden Sword Pavilion was defeated under Mo Lingquan's sword. Not only did Tang Ziqian not accept this result, but the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion who were watching the battle below were talking about it, and the two of them behaved as if they were putting on a show.

"You..."

Tang Ziqian's face was shocked, he didn't know how he would lose, although this move was not the strongest move he mastered, it was definitely the one he was best at.

I wanted to defeat Mo Lingquan with one move, but I never expected this kind of ending.

Only Meng Yanran looked at this scene, her brows were tightened, and she glanced at Mo Lingquan, her apricot eyes were full of puzzlement.

"What's your move?"

Tang Ziqian looked at Mo Lingquan with a vigilant expression, where is this the waste in his memory.

"Isn't this the basic sword style eighteen styles?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Tang Ziqian with a smile on his face, and deliberately bit more heavily on the two words of foundation.

"The surname Mo wants to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger, which is a miscalculation, and I won't keep it in the future. ”

Tang Ziqian hated Mo Lingquan at this time, but he couldn't show it. Exhaling the turbid breath in his chest, he made an excuse for what he thought was a good one.

"Senior Brother Tang praised it falsely. As the saying goes, the lion fights the rabbit with all his strength, I, Mo Lingquan, have never played tricks, could it be that the junior brother is duplicitous on weekdays, and he can't hide a knife in his smile?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Tang Ziqian with a serious face, and the words he said made his teeth itch with hatred.

"Zheng..."

The three-foot Qingfeng in Tang Ziqian's hand let out a loud sword roar, and a killing machine filled with sword steps suitable for close attack towards Mo Lingquan, he was too lazy to take advantage of the other party's tongue.

The corners of Mo Lingquan's mouth hooked up a confident smile, Tang Ziqian's heart was already in chaos, and he already had a basic understanding of his own strength.

The long sword in his hand turned around, and he stabbed the sword with a point, breaking the face and stabbing towards Tang Ziqian.

The Zixiao Divine Sword used in Mo Lingquan's hand was made of Zixiao Thunderwood, and when he wielded it, the sound of thunder made Tang Ziqian uneasy.

The mistake he was determined to win just now made his calm state of mind fluctuate, and he paid great attention to Mo Lingquan's every move, and unconsciously, the attack of the long sword in his hand slowed down.

In this distraction, Mo Lingquan's stabbing sword turned into a sharpening sword and slashed towards Tang Ziqian's wrist.

This change made Tang Ziqian's heart inexplicably flash a palpitation. Even if he is very confident in his own strength, at this moment, he must not change his tactics to deal with it.

One wrong step, one wrong step.

Tang Ziqian's change of tactics repeated the mistake just now.

Mo Lingquan is getting easier and easier, but Tang Ziqian is getting more and more aggrieved, and every one of his moves was easily broken by Mo Lingquan with the most basic eighteen-style sword style, so he had to change his moves in a hurry.

Change the move, break the move. The two seem to be stuck in a dead loop.

"Hum..."

The Zixiao Divine Sword in Mo Lingquan's hand let out a humming sound, which frightened Tang Ziqian to retreat.

Mo Lingquan put away his sword and stood up, with a graceful demeanor, looking at Tang Ziqian with a smile on his face, really like an elder guiding his juniors.

The embarrassed Tang Ziqian looked at Mo Lingquan with a shocked expression, he could explain that he was careless before, but now, he couldn't accept this kind of result for a while.

"You..."

Thinking of the words he had just said, Tang Ziqian looked at Mo Lingquan with a look of shame, after this battle, after passing through the mouths of the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion in the audience, he would be discredited.

"What does Senior Brother Tang think, do you want to continue?"

Mo Lingquan looked at Tang Ziqian with a smile on his face.

"I don't believe you'll be able to break my moves all the time. ”

Mo Lingquan didn't say anything, it was okay, this opening and consciousness aroused Tang Ziqian's arrogance, and the long sword in his hand turned around, and his swordsmanship changed. I saw that his green blade was slashed obliquely, like a wind sweeping leaves, the tip of the sword pierced straight, like a rainstorm destroying a flower, the sword light flickered east and west, gathered and scattered, like a frightening dragon, and the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion who watched the battle only felt that the sword shadow was attacking in the sky.

Mo Lingquan was also taken aback, this Tang Ziqian's talent in kendo was really terrifying, seeing him as if he was closed, but like attacking like an attack, it really made him unpredictable.

Calm down, Tang Ziqian's moves slowed down in Mo Lingquan's eyes, the sword light in the sky suddenly disappeared, and the killing intent hidden in the sword light also surfaced.

The moon rotates, allowing him to maintain a clear heart and a state of not being alarmed.

With his previous experience in facing the enemy, Mo Lingquan could be said to be extremely confident at this time, the Zixiao Divine Sword in his hand was hanging low, and his whole body was unprecedentedly relaxed.

Suddenly, he moved, and without warning, a sword stabbed out, but it slashed upwards sharply.

Mo Lingquan's movements gave the people present a feeling of being caught in a net.

Ask yourself, if they face Tang Ziqian's move, they will inevitably focus on defense, and they will not take the initiative at all.

Seeing the wooden sword in Mo Lingquan's hand piercing into the sky with sword light, and turning to slash obliquely, most people couldn't help but close their eyes.

"Zheng... Zheng... Zheng..."

The rapid sound of the sword roared in a row, and the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion who watched the battle in the audience were dazzled.

"Hum..."

The humming sound of the long sword echoed in the sky above the sword fighting arena, and Mo Lingquan and Tang Ziqian stood opposite each other.

"Tang Ziqian! ”

Mo Lingquan stood with his sword in his hand, looking at Tang Ziqian with a calm face, but his right hand that kept trembling showed that he was not as relaxed as he appeared.

"Hmph..."

Tang Ziqian sneered again and again.

"Senior Brother Mo, Senior Brother Tang! ”

Seeing the two separate, Meng Yanran in the audience was afraid that the two would do it again, so she hurriedly spoke.

"For the sake of Senior Sister Meng's face, I won't be like you today. ”

Tang Ziqian immediately took advantage of the situation and said, that move is his killer move, with his current skills, once he uses it, he will have no more strength left.

"It's like you can do it. ”

Mo Lingquan ruthlessly exposed Tang Ziqian's details.

"Senior Brother Mo... You just don't have to say a word..."

Meng Yanran said angrily.

"Senior Sister Meng, I have some understanding and say goodbye. ”

Mo Lingquan clenched his fists and turned to leave, just now he said something to close his pen, but he couldn't get used to Tang Ziqian's face.