Above the nine skies, an emerald green bamboo flew quickly and landed steadily in the young man's hand. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The kendo training ground is very large, and in order to make the battle more realistic, many trees have been planted in the field, and this bamboo is one of them.

Although Xiao Bai was forbidden to use a sword in this game, he was now holding a bamboo, unlike those swords that had been sealed or forged, ordinary bamboo was no different from air in the eyes of swordsmen.

Originally, many people complained about the ban on Xiao Bai using a sword at the conference, but now Xiao Bai just used a piece of bamboo, if the competition party said anything more, it would inevitably be really unbearable.

Xiao Bai held the bamboo, shook his wrist slightly, and all the side branches and leaves on the bamboo fell off.

I remembered that a long time ago, this trick was taught to him by Gu Changan, but now Xiao Bai is no longer what it used to be, Qiu Changsheng's various swordsmanship has long been proficient, and he is even more proficient in the art of breaking gold to the extreme.

The spectators in the kendo training ground stared at Xiao Bai with wide eyes, what Xiao Bai said just now was undoubtedly dropping a bomb in the silent crowd.

Preaching for Master Qiu Changsheng?

All the audience took a cold and deep breath and looked at the teenager on the field with some incredulity.

He is...... Qiu Changsheng's apprentice?

Didn't Qiu Changsheng travel all over the world and never accept apprentices?! Why did an apprentice suddenly appear?

Although a large number of people were very surprised by this, they still chose Xiao Bai, not only because Xiao Bai had just shown his courage and strength, but also because they believed that no one dared to say anything about this extremely solemn kendo tournament duel!

Xiao Bai stretched out his hand and brushed the bamboo stick and read out a sentence in a cold voice.

"I was abandoned when I was young—"

A stream of blue air appeared around the bamboo sticks, constantly tumbling and circling.

Xiao Bai held the bamboo stick and ran forward, with a great momentum of looking at the world.

Qing Yu also refused to give up, not feeling any fear for Xiao Bai's momentum, and rushed forward with his long sword in his hand.

The momentum of the two of them is very aggressive, and they do their best with every move, as if they are about to kill each other at once.

Xiao Bai ran faster and faster, and his left hand also held the bamboo stick, and in his hands, the blue air flow continued to leak out of his body and pour into the emerald blue bamboo stick.

Qing Yu didn't have any weakness at all, he slashed across the sword body with one hand, and the originally iron-blue short sword immediately appeared with a red light, turning into a fiery red long sword.

The two of them were like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards each other at great speed.

The countless actions in this are actually completed in an instant.

The people in the audience saw only two people turning into two afterimages, one blue rushing from the north and the other red rushing from the south.

The two afterimages are getting closer, closer, closer!

"Whoosh-"

When the two remnants were about to collide, the audience saw that both afterimages were waving something at each other.

The bamboo stick and the short sword collided, and the red and blue waves collided.

Immediately after, there was an explosion, a roar.

The heavy rain was still beating violently on the canopy overhead, and the audience looked at the two people on the field, and suddenly felt that this scene had a wonderful feeling for no reason.

What does it feel like?

Okra stared at the figure of the young man and whispered, "It's tragic." ”

After each of them swung a sword, they stopped.

Xiao Bai stuck the bamboo stick on the ground and supported himself with the bamboo stick in both hands, so as not to let himself fall to the ground.

A neat wound appeared on his chest and shoulder, his muscle fibers were severed horizontally, and blood flowed all over his upper body.

Qing Yu stood in the north, bowed with his back to Xiao Bai, holding a short sword and holding on.

If someone with a heart looks closely, they will find that there is a small hole in his abdomen, which is the wound after Xiao Bai penetrated it with a bamboo stick.

Qing Yu gasped for breath, holding the dagger and letting the blood flow from his abdomen to the ground.

"That's it...... Is that all? ”

Qing Yu read softly, turned around with the short sword in his hand, and stared at Xiao Bai's figure with cold eyes.

Xiao Bai reached out and touched the wound on his chest, originally wanting to wipe the blood off his body, but after reaching out to wipe it, the blood was washed away by the rain, and the entire upper body was dyed red by blood.

"How is that possible?"

Xiao Bai didn't bother to care about the wounds on his body, and turned around while holding the bamboo stick.

The four eyes are facing each other, hatred is intertwined with respect, and glory collides in battle.

Hate because of your position, fight because of hatred, and pity each other because of fighting.

"Ahh

"Ahh

The two of them shouted at the same time, each holding a sharp weapon and hedged again.

Dark clouds and heavy rain poured down, and in Chang'an City, the two teenagers pressed everything they had for their own insistence.

Together, what you love, what you care about, what you cherish, everything you have, and that precious life.

Let's fight to the death!

The two of them tried their best, and they poured countless air currents into the sharp weapons.

This time, instead of attacking each other, they chose to attack each other's sharp weapons with their wielding weapons.

The short sword and the bamboo branch collided together, and the red and blue air currents wound and exploded again.

Xiao Bai returned to the north again, but the bamboo stick in his hand turned into two sections, one was held in his hand, and the other was cut off and thrown on the ground.

Qing Yu turned around and stared at Xiao Bai, clenching the long sword in his hand again.

Both of them have reached the limit of their physical strength, and if anyone takes the initiative in the battle below, they will undoubtedly win the final victory.

Xiao Bai picked up the bamboo sticks on the ground, put the two bamboo sticks together, and as soon as he turned around, Qing Yu rushed in front of him, jumped up with a short sword in his hand, and slashed at him head-on.

"Bang-"

Two bamboo sticks were split by a short sword and became four.

Xiao Bai flew out directly upside down like a bead with a broken thread and fell into the muddy water.

The body is stuffed with pain and tiredness, and there is only a blank space left in the brain.

Xiao Bai lay on the ground, panting heavily.

It's so tiring.

Too tired, too tired.

Qing Yu looked at Xiao Bai on the ground, raised the short sword in his hand, and read a sentence softly.

"It's all coming to an end."

Qing Yu closed his eyes and reached out to hold the blade of the sword, and the sharp blade instantly cut through Qing Yu's palm, and blood flowed down the blade.

Starting from Yongzhou, all memories have been torn out.

Qing Yu still clearly remembered the man's face after he died, it was so tragic.

In this world, who has no dreams, who has no persistence, and who has no feelings?

Qing Yu let the rain slap his face and muttered something in a low voice.

"Master, after performing the Demon Fire Technique, I will accompany you."