"Bang!"

Xiao Nan reached out and steadily caught Tiezhu's last punch.

There were several cracks in the ground of the stage.

Tread, step, step.

He took three steps back in a row to stabilize his figure.

"Hehe, Xiao Nanzi, not bad!"

Tie Zhu rubbed his fists together and smiled, "I admit defeat!"

He was a man of words, and his sixteen punches were exhausted, and there was no other way to suppress Xiao Nan.

This game ended with Xiao Nan winning.

Next, there was the battle between Wang Gu and Lan Yun.

These two people with peerless talents, one was born in the Nanli Wang family, and the other was from a poor family, but it was the first time that they went head-to-head.

After Wang Qian's accident, Wang Gu was calm and low-key.

There is no trouble to find Xiao Nan again.

Instead, he is dedicated to tempering martial arts.

The head of the Wang family was afraid of the existence of the Purple Sword Wang Man, and he never dared to make a move against him, but he was fine.

"Lan Yun, everyone says that your talent is above mine, and you are the first in the Nanli tribe. ”

Wang Gu walked to the stage and said in a deep voice.

"It's all a false name, and I only have a sword in my heart. ”

Lan Yun reached out and took out the long sword behind his back and stroked it gently.

"Hmph, hubris!"

Wang Gu snorted coldly, suddenly jumped out, and punched.

Lan Yun's expression moved, and the long sword stabbed out.

The sword was extremely light and fast, like a cloud of smoke.

Wang Gu's pupils shrank, only to feel that the swordsmanship in front of him had locked on him, and there was no way to avoid it.

He turned sideways and swung his fist, smashing into the side of the blade.

But this extremely light and fast sword, touching the fist, turned out to be extremely slow and heavy.

The tip of the sword seems to be holding a mountain peak and hitting a fist.

"Boom!"

A dull thud rang out from the sword.

Immediately, the sword's momentum changed, turning into a light and slow blow, stabbing obliquely at Wang Gu's neck.

The three light swordsmanship has found a new way, paying attention to the four-character mantra of "priority".

If it is light, it will be light, if it is heavy, if it is heavy, if it is light, if it is slow, if it is slow, if it is slow, if it is urgent, it will be slow.

Lan Yun has already obtained the path of his true transmission.

However, his wrist trembled suddenly, and the blade of the sword shook continuously, deflected,

Layers of dark energy poured out, shaking his wrist and almost abandoning his sword.

This is...... Wang's Tiger Strength!

"Hmph, take my punch!"

Wang Gu took the opportunity to get close and slammed his fist into the front door.

A phantom of a tiger appeared on its body, with teeth and claws, looming.

The sound of a tiger's roar on the fist was inaudible at first, and then it rushed to his mind.

This is the scene of Wang's "Tiger Strength" reaching the fourth layer, and the tiger shadow is accompanying him.

After the fist strength, there are four more dark powers, like stormy waves bursting out layer by layer.

Lan Yun didn't dare to take it hard, and a sword cut through his fist, sideways to avoid it.

"The Three Realms of the Ancient Sword Dao, forget the sword, forget the self, forget the dust. ”

He groaned suddenly.

"My sword, the name of the three light, the first light sword. ”

The long sword flickered and changed, like a shadow of dust, and stabbed out at an incredible angle.

Xiao Nan saw it outside the arena and immediately recalled the general outline of the Three Light Sword Techniques that he had read in the Inheritance Hall.

"The sword enters the void, and there is almost no warning when it comes out, strange and abrupt, until the person and the sword are combined, without any moves, such as clouds and smoke, without revealing traces. ”

Lan Yun's sword can be said to be deep in it.

Wang Gu's face changed abruptly, because he suddenly realized that the other party's sword was missing.

He rushed forward suddenly, crashed into Lan Yun, and dropped ten times with one force!

A flash of sword light jumped out, stopped the tiger leap, and handed it three inches to his chest.

"This ...... How is that possible!"

Wang Gu was in a cold sweat all over his body, and if he rushed half a step further, it would be the end of his chest being penetrated.

After taking the Tiger Spirit Pill by himself and concentrating on penance, he has reached the sixth-layer realm of quenching his body, but he can't defeat Lan Yun?

Moreover, he could feel that the other party's cultivation realm was only five layers of quenching.

What kind of swordsmanship is this!

"What a powerful swordsmanship! Lan Yun deserves to be a heavenly asset! I think he is the leader of the six-stage nebula of the Nanli tribe this year!"

The crowd resounded with admiration.

"Yes, Wang Gu was defeated!

One said in disbelief.

"No, it's Wang Gu who really failed! I expected that Lan Yun's talent was peerless, even if his cultivation resources were insufficient, he would be able to stabilize everyone, and sure enough!"

Several people around him retorted, and there was a lot of discussion for a while.

Xiao Nan stood on the edge of the martial arts stage, his eyes couldn't help but narrow.

Lan Yun's swordsmanship has improved a lot compared to when he competed with himself two years ago.

Last time, his realm of forgetting the sword was nondescript, and the traces were too heavy, so it was not clever.

But this time...... According to him, it is called a light sword.

This is a sign of the integration of the ancient sword path, his own sword technique, and Xiao Nan's nonsense sword realm.

"What a great talent, such a terrible Lan Yun!"

He slowly stretched his brows, his heart full of war.

Soon, it was time for the real showdown.

Xiao Nan, with Lan Yun, competed for the top spot in the south this time!

As Elder Boyang announced, the two stepped forward to the martial arts stage.

"Xiao Nan, this time, no one can force you to use your sword?"

Lan Yun was not in a hurry to make a move, and smiled slightly.

This statement immediately caused an uproar!

"Yes! The drunken man Xiao Jiu became famous for his swordsmanship, I remember that Xiao Nan used swordsmanship to take the top position last time!"

"This time, he didn't use a sword from beginning to end?!"

"Could it be that he will be stronger than Lan Yun?"

There was gossip and arguments on the martial arts field.

"Lan Yun, unlike you, I am not a major in swordsmanship. Yes, it makes no difference to me whether there is a sword or not. ”

Xiao Nan explained euphemistically.

Lan Yun was noncommittal, the smile on his face gradually converged, and his affection became solemn.

"Xiao Nan, the sword path you are talking about is vast and lofty, and I have benefited a lot. ”

He said in a deep voice.

"However, the more I practiced, the more I stepped into the way of the sword, the more frightened I felt. ”

There seemed to be a sword intent shooting out of his eyes.

"I actually found that every time I had a little understanding, every little bit of progress, every time I had some achievements, I looked back again. ”

He reached out and touched the sword, squeezing gently.

"Look back and try to understand what you said about kendo, but it's different every time. ”

He closed his eyes, and the sword intent instantly disappeared behind his eyelids.

"Am I wrong, or is kendo changing?"

He muttered softly, a little hesitantly.

Xiao Nan shook his head helplessly, thinking that I was talking nonsense, of course I couldn't understand it.

But Lanyun took it seriously.

"Now I finally understand that it's not that I'm wrong, it's not that kendo is changing. ”

He suddenly opened his eyes, gently pulled out the hand that touched the sword, and then gently pressed the long sword back.

There was no sword intent in that eye, and it was crystal clear.

The sword in his hand seemed to have changed.

Just like when he once asked for kendo teachings, the two completely different breaths.

"Xiao Nan, you are also a teacher and a friend to me, thank you!"

He finally spoke slowly, bowing down.

I still remember the two bottles of jade-colored elixir hidden in the bamboo basket of silver tea cakes.

I still remember the drizzle, the three sword realms spoken in the bamboo courtyard.

I still remember the sword in the martial arts arena, standing with his hands in his hands, and talking to himself like the words of enlightenment.

He straightened his back lightly and faced Elder Boyang.

"In this battle, Lan Yun admits defeat!"