Wu Yanying stood in the middle of the ring with a big sting, and sneered: "You strike first, I'll let you make three moves, lest the senior brothers say that I bully the weak." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Zhou Liang didn't say much, and nodded with a straight face: "Okay." ”

The voice did not fall.

Shout!

A red light burst out in Zhou Liang's hand.

He stepped on "A Reed Crossing the River" under his feet, and the peachwood sword was like electricity, bursting out with a sword light.

This move is the first move in the "Heart Cloud Sword Technique", the sword goes to the middle palace, and there is no fancy.

But from Zhou Liang's hands, he has a unique charm and bearing, his whole person from delicate to dispatched, just a moment of lightning and fire, fast and imperceptible.

Wu Yanying was shocked.

Before the arrogant smile on his face could dissipate, he barely had time to raise the long sword in his hand to block it.

Boom!

A metallic explosion shook everyone's ears.

In the next moment, Wu Yanying felt as if he had been hit by a siege hammer, and a powerful force hit his sword body, and then used it along the sword body, and the arm holding the sword instantly shook and lost his intuition.

Bang!

The smile on his face was still solidifying, but Wu Yanying had already taken a sword with a person, and fell out of the ring like a paper kite with a broken thread, smashing it the stone seat below.

In the noisy hall of the Yanwu Hall, an unstoppable sound of gasping suddenly sounded.

Strong!

It's too strong!

Incredibly strong!

It's completely a sword kill!

The whole process was so fast that some people couldn't react at all, and the people who supported Wu Yanying in the audience still had smiles on their faces, and in the blink of an eye, before they understood what was happening, the battle was already over.

Wu Yanying became a laughing stock.

Two days ago, he boasted about himself, known as the strength of the top ten in the human peak.

But in front of Zhou Liang, it is not enough to see ......

All the teenagers looked at Zhou Liang, who was standing majestically in the ring, with a look of horror, and they were shocked in their hearts, could it be that this sword was the true strength of this newly promoted inner disciple newcomer king?

A peachwood sword like waste wood, in his hands, is simply like a divine weapon.

No one dared to laugh at Zhou Liang's magic weapon anymore.

Terrible!

After reacting to what had happened, the jaws of a group of people around Wu Yanying almost fell to the ground.

The mocking smile on their faces had long since disappeared, and each of them had opened their mouths to fit a large duck egg, and their eyes were full of incredulity, as if they were petrified.

"You sneak attack...... Despicable!"

The gray-haired Wu Yanying got up from the ground and roared with a flushed face.

He obviously couldn't accept the fact that he was easily defeated by Zhou Liang with only one sword.

In his opinion, Zhou Liang was extremely despicable and used his extremely fast body technique to sneak attack himself, if he really fought, he would definitely not lose so badly.

But he forgot who was standing in the middle of the ring with a big grin, and he had to let Zhou Liangsan recruit him first.

"Come on, I'm not convinced, I'm going to compete with you again......" said that, Wu Yanying was about to jump into the ring again.

"No need. Luo Xuanju, who had always had a smile on his face, suddenly stood up, raised his hand, and with a strong force, he blocked Wu Yanying, shook his head and said, "Forget it, don't continue to be embarrassed here, you kid is not Zhou Liang's opponent at all." ”

"Impossible, he was a sneak attack just now......" Wu Yanying was furious.

"If you don't die in the heart of the Yellow River, little one, look down at your chest. Luo Xuan sneered.

Wu Yanying was stunned, looked down, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and his face was like ashes.

It turned out that he didn't know when, on his chest, a tight cyan robe was cut open with a cross crack, revealing the white undershirt. This cross crack is the part of the heart, which was obviously engraved by Zhou Liang in an instant at the moment of the fight just now, with an extremely fast sword technique that is beyond the scope of his line of sight.

And from beginning to end, Wu Yanying didn't even realize that he had actually been hit by the sword a long time ago.

If Zhou Liang added a little more strength, then it would probably not be the cyan Dao robe that was cut, but his Wu Yanying's heart.

Cold sweat suddenly uncontrollably poured out from the back of Wu Yanying's forehead.

"I ...... I...... I lost. Wu Yanying lowered his head with a grim face, and had to admit his defeat.

After a pause, he raised his head again, his expression gradually calmed down, stared at Zhou Liang, and said seriously: "I have nothing to say about losing today, you are better than me, but this is just the beginning, one day, I will become stronger, and I will stand in the ring and challenge you." ”

After saying that, he made a towel, and then returned to his previous seat and sat down.

Zhou Liang nodded: "Okay, wait for you at any time." ”

Originally, this guy was arrogant and arrogant, at the beginning he said that he would make three moves, and when he lost, he said that Zhou Liang sneaked attack, and everyone had already defined him as a guy with no taste, but in the end, Wu Yanying was able to quickly adjust his mentality, admit defeat calmly, and his fighting spirit was still the same.

In the crowd, those who had just laughed at Zhou Liang had already lowered their heads at this time, not daring to look at Zhou Liang.

At this moment, below, someone from the crowd jumped into the ring and challenged the ten participating representatives.

Of course, there are also people who continue to challenge Zhou Liang. They boasted that they were much stronger than Wu Yanying, so even though Zhou Liang defeated the latter with a sword, they still couldn't stop their enthusiasm for challenge.

The challenger this time is a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

He was dressed in a cyan robe, holding a long sword, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, but he was also quite imposing.

It's just that his demeanor is a little colder, although he doesn't reveal any breath, but it feels like a piece of ice suddenly appeared in the ring, there is a coldness from the depths of the soul, rejecting people thousands of miles away.

"Zhao Zilong!" the cold young man reported his name, and then the long sword was unsheathed and aimed at Zhou Liang.

The object of challenge he chose was still Zhou Liang.

"Do I look weak and deceitful?"

Zhou Liangzhi was a little depressed, and he didn't say anything anymore, and made a starting style of "Xinyun Sword Technique" with the peach wood sword in his hand, and waited intently.

Phew――

A blinding cold light suddenly shone in the ring.

Zhao Zilong's body is like a ghost, and his body is so fast that it is not weaker than Zhou Liang's "Crossing the River with a Reed", between lightning and stone fire, he invaded Zhou Liang's side in one step, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly, turning into three sword flowers, and attacking separately.

This Zhao Zilong, his cultivation is also the path of the fast sword flow.

One sword, three flowers!

This kind of swordsmanship is definitely not bad.

"Good swordsmanship!" Zhou Liang's eyes lit up, he didn't move, his wrist flicked, and the peach wood sword also conjured up three red sword flowers, one sword and three flowers, and greeted him.

Ding Ding Ding!

Three slight small sounds.

I saw silver and red sword flowers crashing together in the air.

The bright sparks flash away, as fast as a meteor, giving people the illusion of being dizzying.

What a fast sword!

What a sword!

Naturally, there are many people who know the goods among the inner disciples, and they can naturally see the subtlety of that moment.

At that moment of lightning and fire, Zhou Liang actually hit the tip of the sword with the tip of the sword, blocking Zhao Zilong's fast sword.

In such a quick battle, how much courage and confidence does it take to make such a decision?

Even the slightest bit of it would be pierced by a sharp sword in an instant, but Zhou Liang was able to capture the tip of the sword trembling at high speed so accurately in an instant, such a calm courage and superb swordsmanship made everyone ashamed.

"Okay!" Zhang Mengfei was the first below to cheer loudly.

"Beautiful, good swordsmanship!" the other teenagers couldn't help but cheer.

Even Wu Yanying, Guan Xiaoyu and others couldn't help but jump up and applaud.

Ding Ding Ding Ding!

A series of endless sounds of the two swords resonating sounded like popping beans.

On the stage, the silver light flashed and disappeared, and the figure flickered like a ghost.

When everyone was dazzled, Zhou Liang and Zhao Zilong had already attacked each other back and forth, and I didn't know how many moves.

Boom!

The sound of swords and swords is endless!

At the beginning, one could tell from the number of times the sword hit that the two sides had fought a few moves.

But later, the swordsmanship of the two became faster and faster, faster and faster, and the sound of the sword roar seemed to be a city, becoming a sound, and it was impossible to distinguish the number of times at all.

The teenagers only felt that the two sword lights of red and silver flashed in the ring in front of them, suddenly like a silver bottle bursting through the water slurry, and like a wisp of red refining in the sky, constantly shocking everyone's vision.

"What a terrible strength!"

"Such swordsmanship...... How the hell did they do it?"

"It turns out that in this world, there is really such a thing as genius!"

The teenagers who watched the battle in the ring with bated breath couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration in their hearts.

Even the arrogant Wu Yanying is no exception.

Everyone was shocked by the swordsmanship displayed by Zhou Liang and Zhao Zilong, and they all thought in their hearts, if they came to the stage and faced Zhou Liang's terrifying swordsmanship, let alone counterattack, they were afraid that they would not even be able to catch a move.

The gap is too big.

It can be seen that Wu Yanying lost in one move in lightning before, and he really didn't lose at all.

All of a sudden, even the other nine teenagers who were named by Luo Xuan on the stage changed a little at this time. For the time being, no one has challenged them, and those who challenge usually choose Zhou Liang.

Stage.

"Haha, good swordsmanship! Good opponent! Happy!" Zhou Liang shouted and fought heartily.

The peachwood sword in his hand turned into a rolling red mang, roaring through the air, like a dragon swinging its tail, the charm is strange, indescribable.

Zhao Zilong is definitely a good opponent.

This is still the first opponent that Zhou Liang has encountered since the completion of "Xinyun Sword Technique" that can be comparable to his own swordsmanship.

Moreover, unlike Zhang Jianren, Zhao Zilong's swordsmanship is fast but not treacherous, domineering but not evil, fierce but not vicious, cold but not gloomy, all of this is enough to show that this Zhao Zilong, although he feels cold and uncomfortable, is definitely a bright and upright teenager.

Because, swordsmanship is the art of the heart.

What kind of person, what kind of sword to practice.

"You're not bad either. Between Zhao Zilong's eyebrows, a rare trace of excitement also appeared.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The twin swords kept slamming, shaking everyone's eardrums.

Zhou Liangyi was in high spirits, the whole person was immersed in the world of swordsmanship, the sound of cheers and cheers gradually disappeared from his ears, there was only the opponent in front of him, his eyes were firmly focused on the opponent's sword path and sword momentum, and finally gradually figured out Zhao Zilong's sword path.

Some things that were originally vague gradually became clear in Zhou Liang's mind.

His understanding of the sword was rapidly deepening.

Beside.

Elder Luo Xuan's eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, a touch of surprise that could not be concealed flashed away.

"This kid named Zhou Liang is really a demonic comprehension talent, it's only been about ten minutes, and the comprehension of the sword has climbed to a realm, such a terrifying speed of progress, maybe this kid can realize the sword intent in the future...... Mother, it's no wonder that Uncle Zhang Sanfeng, the Great Elder of Renfeng, takes a fancy to it!"

Luo Xuanju thought secretly.

When I looked up again, I was even more surprised.

As soon as he swept it over, he knew that the battle in front of him, which was a bit thrilling for the inner disciples, was about to end in less than three moves.

This time, however, he had guessed wrong.

Qiang――

The last sound of the two swords resounded.

Zhao Zilong's figure flashed, he retreated seven or eight meters, put away his sword and stood, and admitted with a slight disordered breath: "I lost." ”

Did you take the initiative to admit defeat?

After Luo Xuan was stunned, he nodded slightly, glanced at Zhao Zilong, and said secretly: This kid surnamed Zhao has some vision, some self-knowledge, well, a little interesting.

Stage.

Zhou Liang did not pursue, the hilt of the sword was clasped in the palm of his hand, and he smiled and said: "Good swordsmanship! You are very good, maybe we can become friends and often learn together in the future." ”

"I can't ask for it. Zhao Zilong cherished words like gold, nodded to Zhou Liang, turned around and jumped out of the ring.

Offstage.

The eyes of the teenagers who looked at Zhao Zilong also changed, full of awe and admiration.

Although the former was defeated, the swordsmanship he showed had surpassed most people by a step and a realm, if it weren't for the perversion of Zhou Liang, he would definitely win.

Suddenly, the sound of applause and applause filled the hall.

Everyone applauded this swordsmanship, and the wonderful battle competition also intensified the competitive and competitive hearts of the teenagers. Everyone is the same age, in their prime, with blood in their hearts, without too much cunning in their eyes, and it is easy to become friends.

Zhou Liang was also a little moved on stage.

He saluted his brothers and sisters in the audience, and then retreated to the edge of the ring.

After this battle, Zhou Liang's position in the inner door was completely established.

And many of the fellow disciples in the ring have a good impression of this young swordsman who is gentle as jade, neither humble nor arrogant, excellent in swordsmanship, and always has a charming smile on his face.

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