While speaking, I suddenly heard Shen Yumo say in a deep voice: "Fang Wenbin, go on stage to prepare for the competition." ”

A short, dark-skinned man got up and walked in the direction of the ring, and before leaving the rest area, Shen Yumo did not forget to advise: "Be careful, your opponent is very strong." ”

Fang Wenbin was stunned when he heard this, but he didn't show the slightest fear, and said respectfully: "Yes, thank you for the reminder." ”

Everyone knew that the person who could make Shen Yumo say this was by no means an ordinary person, so they stopped talking and concentrated on watching the game.

In the ring, a handsome man in a cyan robe stood with a sword, it was Wang Jian from the Xuanjian Elementary Academy.

Wang Jian saw that Fang Wenbin was mediocre and short, and he immediately felt disdainful, pulled out the long sword in his hand, threw the scabbard aside, and said coldly: "Introduce yourself without it, I don't talk much, and I don't want to talk to people in Fengling, let's do it!"

That Fang Wenbin had fewer words, so he flipped his palm, and a golden machete appeared, and in a few breaths, he came to Wang Jian, jumped up, and made a "fire to the sky".

Wang Jianxin was arrogant, and he didn't hide, but just raised his sword to block. Who knew that when the sword met, the sword broke like a dead branch of rotten wood.

Wang Jian's heart froze, and he hurriedly turned sideways to avoid the blade, and took a few steps back, looking at the broken sword in his hand with a surprised expression.

Although this sword is not a rare magic weapon, it is not made of mortal iron, but its strength should not be weaker than that of a spiritual weapon. Now that it was cut off by a blow, Wang Jian had to look at Fang Wenbin again.

Fang Wenbin was not in a hurry to attack, and said coldly: "Do you still have a blade?"

Only then did Wang Jian notice the golden knife in Fang Wenbin's hand, this knife had no sheath and no spike, no blood groove on the body, no gauntlet on the handle, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, all integrated, exuding bursts of murderous aura, and at a glance he knew that it was not an ordinary spiritual weapon.

After looking at it for a moment, Wang Jian frowned and said, "I see, it's actually a knife bone!"

Fang Wenbin didn't answer, and said expressionlessly: "Do you still have a blade?" If you don't take it out again, I'm going to attack." ”

Wang Jian sneered: "Fengling's people really have some skills! That kid in the preliminary competition almost broke me a spiritual weapon, and now you have abolished my blade." Well, I'll open your eyes!"

After finishing speaking, his left hand pinched the sword finger and lightly swiped it on the palm of his right hand, and blood was immediately poured out.

When everyone in the audience saw this scene, they thought that the two of them had a relationship, and they intended to make a blood alliance. But he saw that Wang Jian's blood did not flow to the ground, but continued to circle around the palm of his hand, gradually converging into a scarlet sword.

In the rest area, Su Liangyi seemed to suddenly remember something, and muttered, "Blood Sword...... Wang Jian...... Could it be that this guy is really from the Infinite Sword Sect?"

Yang Keming said: "Look, I finally remembered it! I'll just say that you two know each other." ”

Su Liangyi shook his head: "I really don't know him, but I heard the elders in the sect mention this person." It is said that this person has the Yuanfu 'Blood Sword Bone', and he is a rare sword cultivation wizard in a hundred years, and he was once pinned on by the sect master to cultivate him as the top pillar of the sect, but how did he come here?"

Yang Keming asked rhetorically, "Then why did you come here?"

Su Liangyi hesitated for a moment and said, "I'm different from him, the sect restricts me too much, and it's like a cage for me." ”

"Did you offend him somewhere, so he came to you for revenge?"

"Impossible, I don't know all the disciples in the sect, including him, how can I offend?"

Yang Keming was speechless for a while, and Su Liangyi said lightly: "Forget it, the soldiers will block, and the water will cover up, I'm not afraid that he will find me to retaliate, but I'm afraid that he doesn't have the strength." ”

"That's right!" Qin Kai on the side suddenly said: "Liangyi, I remember that Fang Wenbin challenged you during the year-end assessment last year, what is the strength of this person?"

Su Liangyi thought for a while and said, "His sword technique at that time still had many flaws, and his own source endowment was not able to make full use of it. However, this person has excellent intelligence, after that war, it is estimated that he has discovered his shortcomings, and now Fang Wenbin should be very strong. ”

In the ring, Wang Jian and Fang Wenbin were already fighting together. I saw that the two of them had superb skills, excellent speed, continuous flashing and moving, dexterous like bees and butterflies among flowers. The fire caused by the collision of swords was as dazzling as bursting firecrackers. Most of the audience's eyes can't keep up with the speed of the two, and they don't care who is high or low, they just applaud.

Anyone who wields a knife is mostly known for his strength, and his attack methods are also rough and powerful, but Fang Wenbin's knife skills are extremely delicate, and he still does not forget to defend while attacking. If you fight with ordinary people in close quarters, you can be invincible, but Wang Jian's blood sword bones are long and short, soft and hard, straight and bent, unpredictable, and extremely weird, making Fang Wenbin scramble. After more than a dozen rounds, he has gradually shown his decline, but Wang Jian looks like he is at ease.

Fang Wenbin knew that it would be very unfavorable for him to go on like this, so he immediately swung a knife with all his might, wanting to distance himself so that he could use his qi skills. Wang Jian was also a man who had experienced a hundred battles, how could he not see through his thoughts? Although his body retreated to dodge, the blood sword bone in his hand instantly stretched several times, stabbing straight towards Fang Wenbin's face.

Fang Wenbin twisted his head to the side and dodged the head-on blow. Unbeknownst to him, the bloody sword bone bent into an incredible arc, circled behind him, and stabbed diagonally into his thigh.

In desperation, Fang Wenbin had to jump into the air to dodge. The blood sword bone still clenched, spiraling upwards like a long snake, winding towards it.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Fang Wenbin twisted his waist hard, and the whole person turned sharply in the air, like a golden whirlwind. As soon as the sword bone touched the edge of the whirlwind, it was twisted into several pieces and fell to the ground, turning into pools of blood.

Fang Wenbin in the air still didn't stop, and countless sword qi shot out from the whirlwind, falling like raindrops, forcing Wang Jian out of the distance. The ring was instantly covered with deep knife marks.

In the rest area, Yang Keming couldn't help but be surprised when he saw this, he was very familiar with this trick, which was the third form in "Flowing Clouds" - "Heavenly Death". Compared with his "Heavenly Death", Fang Wenbin's "Heavenly Death" is undoubtedly more powerful, which makes Yang Keming have to pay attention to it.

"This person deserves to be called the 'first knife in Fengling', only in terms of melee combat, I'm afraid I'm not his opponent!"

After a moment, Fang Wenbin stopped spinning and landed slowly. At some point, he was holding a golden knife in his left hand that was exactly the same as before.

"Double bones?"

Wang Jian looked surprised, and then smiled: "Interesting, interesting! It turns out that this is the true form of your sword bone source endowment." ”

Wang Wenbin said solemnly: "You are indeed very strong, since I comprehended the source of the endowment, you are the second person who can suppress me in close combat." ”

"Oh?" Wang Jian suddenly became interested when he heard this, and said, "Is the other one the kid with blue eyes glowing?"

Fang Wenbin shook his head: "That person's swordsmanship is very similar to yours, his name is Su Liangyi. ”

"Su Liangyi!"

"Huh, do you know each other?"

Wang Jian's eyes were bright, and he didn't answer and asked: "Do you think I am stronger or weaker than him?"

Fang Wenbin recalled the battle with Su Liangyi, and couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm not his enemy, do you understand?"

"What!"

Through Fang Cai's fight, Wang Jian has a preliminary understanding of Fang Wenbin's strength. He really couldn't imagine that such a person would not be able to make a move under Su Liangyi's hands. Always conceited, he suddenly had a nameless fire in his heart, and he just wanted to prove himself by immediately solving the opponent in front of him.

Fang Wenbin said to himself: "But at that time, I hadn't been able to comprehend the state of the double knife, and it was not unusual to lose to him. In the future, if I have the chance, I will definitely ask him again. ”

"You don't have that chance!"

Wang Jian's spiritual sense moved, and the blood scattered in the ring rose into the air, quickly converging into his palm, and recondensed into a blood sword state. Without waiting for Fang Wenbin to speak, he took the initiative to attack and move forward.

With Fang Wenbin's two knives in his hands, both attack and defense have been greatly improved, and he has become much calmer when he fights with Wang Jian. The two of you have been fighting back and forth for dozens of rounds, and it is still difficult to distinguish between high and low.