"Bang bang bang. ”

It was a fast sword stab attack again, Yang Ming's speed of swinging the sword was getting faster and faster, and with each stab, the blade of the sword was opposite to Jiang Shaobai's cold spear, and it was a quick collision, and after the attack was blocked, he left instantly, not competing with the other party.

The reason why the young man used such a fast attack and did not fight with Jiang Shaobai was precisely to prevent the sword from being invaded by the opponent's extremely cold qi again, and it would be frozen and frozen.

But such a quick attack, although it avoids the cold air from invading the blade, but every thorn is like a dragonfly dotting water, and it can't do its best, so an attack like a scraping and tickling can't defeat Jiang Shaobai's cold spear, and a sharper sword move must be used.

Yang Ming thought so in his heart, so he withdrew his attack, took ten steps back, and after standing still, the young man exhaled slowly, only to see Yang Ming's gaze constricted into an extremely thin line, and the focus of all eyes converged on one line, and this line fell tightly on Jiang Shaobai's body.

"The sword I wielded was only one, and my eyes saw only one. ”

Yang Ming thought silently in his heart, at this moment the young man was already in absolute concentration, all his thoughts, all his attention was gathered on the line where his eyes were focused.

If the heart is unique, the sword is unique, that is, the sharpest "one".

After a moment of silence, Wu Yao in the young man's body was already tightly condensed on the first line of the sword blade, Yang Ming clenched the sword blade, and immediately stepped out with his right foot, no need to deliberately slash, and there was no need for any fancy moves, because the sword had reached the extreme of sharpness, as long as it was at the fastest speed, the sword guided the direction of the attack, and along the "one" line in his eyes, he quickly slashed.

If you want to defeat Jiang Shaobai's cold spear, you must use your sharpest move to determine the victory with one sword.

Yang Ming's right foot fell, and as soon as he fell, the young man's figure approached Jiang Shaobai in an instant, like a galloping wind.

Yang Ming waved his sword in his hand, and shouted in his heart: "Ask the sky for a sword." ”

The wind blew away the black hair in front of Jiang Shaobai's forehead, revealing a pair of dark and shining eyes, he looked directly at Yang Ming's sword, and the sharp edge made him feel a piercing chill in his heart.

Jiang Shaobai didn't dodge, and he didn't want to dodge, but he saw Jiang Shaobai's eyes calm, raised his right hand Han gun, jumped with all his strength, shot Ling Han in the air, and stabbed at the front of Yang Ming's sword. That shot was like a dragon going out to sea, and it was like a thunderbolt, carrying the power of a thousand jun, the breath of extreme cold, and sprinting with the momentum of thunder.

"A thousand guns. ”

The power of the sword and the spear is reached to the extreme, and they do their best to strike a blow.

"Bang!"

The two strongest cold rays collided together, and the bright light was so strong in an instant that it stabbed people's eyes, and everyone closed their eyes, and their hearts went into arrest instantly. Even Liu Qianyu, Su Buying, and the others couldn't stand such a dazzling edge, closed their eyes and avoided it, Shen Mo narrowed his eyes, and could only barely see the sword and the cold spear colliding together, but they couldn't see who was strong and who was weak.

Wu Jian also put down the wine bag in his hand, he straightened up, his face was solemn, and then, the corners of his mouth slowly showed a relieved smile.

......

The strong light dissipated, and everyone slowly opened their eyes, and when they got used to the light, they immediately looked eagerly at the martial arts training ground, eager to see the results of victory and defeat.

In the martial arts training field, Yang Ming and Jiang Shaobai had separated, each retreated, only to see the two teenagers standing looking at each other, the blade in Yang Ming's right hand broke again, and several fragments of light blades that had frozen into ice fell on the ground, and Jiang Shaobai on the opposite side, the head of the cold spear in his right hand was also broken.

Looking at this scene, everyone looked at each other and was silent for a long time, and finally someone couldn't help but whisper: "Who won this?"

Perhaps hearing such a question, Yang Ming and Jiang Shaobai glanced at each other, and then the two teenagers laughed loudly in unison, and the laughter of the teenagers was very hearty, just like two people who were drinking, and when they drank to their heart's content, they couldn't help laughing.

After laughing loudly, Yang Ming put away his sword with a wave of his right hand, and Jiang Shaobai also withdrew the cold spear ice shield. Obviously, the two don't want to fight anymore, it's like drinking to the fullest, there is no need to drink anymore, if you drink again, you will be drunk.

Jiang Shaobai walked in front of Yang Ming, his eyes were no longer indifferent, but warm eyes, looked at the young man, and then said with a smile: "Your sword has been broken, and my cold spear has also been broken, this competition can be regarded as a tie." ”

Hearing this, Yang Ming felt guilty and said frankly: "No, in fact, I should have lost." If it weren't for that thunderbolt, I would have lost a long time ago, Childe, this competition, you won, and I am convinced of losing. ”

Listening to Yang Ming's words, Jiang Shaobai smiled indifferently, obviously he didn't pay much attention to the outcome of this competition, he looked at Yang Ming, and said with a serious expression: "Actually, the outcome of this competition doesn't matter, you and me, who wins and who loses, it doesn't matter, because you and I are both Jiang Guo's people, and whoever wins is Jiang Guo's victory." However, the victory and defeat outside are different, once you lose, it is not just you and me who lose, but the entire Jiang country. ”

"Two years ago, I once represented Jiang Guo for the first time in the 'Heavenly Selection' exam of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and I saw many strong people outside, but unfortunately, I lost, because Jiang Guo was the only one, and other countries, especially those big countries, they had hundreds of people participating in the 'Heavenly Selection' competition, and the Liang State sent 1,200 students. What a gap between one person and a thousand, what a huge disparity! At that time, foreign powerhouses, dozens of people besieged me alone, and I held out for a long time, but after all, I was weak and unable to support myself, and finally I was exhausted and fell to the ground. Jiang Shaobai said heavily, his voice was full of helplessness and unwillingness.

The "natural selection" examination of the Great Zhou Dynasty is not the kind of one-on-one competition, but a comprehensive confrontation between students, the same country students will unite to fight against foreign students, those countries with only one or two students to participate in the examination, naturally weak, can not compete with it, therefore, the number of students in a country to participate in the "natural selection" examination, the more the more advantageous. Those countries with strong national strength can have hundreds of people take the exam, and the three major countries can send thousands of students, which is one of the reasons why the outstanding candidates selected in each "natural selection" exam are from those big countries.

Listening to Jiang Shaobai's words, Yang Ming felt empathy, and his face gradually became serious and heavy.

At this time, Jiang Shaobai raised his blazing gaze, looked at Yang Ming, and said: "However, I will not admit defeat, I will continue to represent Jiang Guo in the 'Heavenly Selection', but I can't win the competition with one person, one gun, and one shield." Yang Ming, I need your help, I need your sword. ”

"Yang Ming, are you willing to fight for Jiang Guo with me and let your sword become Jiang Guo's sword?" Jiang Shao's incandescent gaze stared at Yang Ming, waiting for his answer.

Looking at Jiang Shaobai's eyes, Yang Ming straightened up and replied solemnly: "I am willing to fight for Jiang Guo, my sword is Jiang Guo's sword." ”

"Good!"

Jiang Shaobai nodded with satisfaction, and immediately raised his right arm, and at this time, Yang Ming also raised his palm.

"Smack!"

The two palms slapped together heavily, just like a loud oath in the man's heart!

"Fight for Jiang Guo! Long live Jiang Guo!"

Looking at this scene, all the students were emotional, clapped their hands one after another, and shouted in unison, and the entire martial arts training ground resounded with such a loud voice, which did not disperse for a long time, shaking the sky, as if the entire Asahi Mountain was going to tremble for it.

"Great, Brother Wang, great, Yang Ming!"

Xin'er cried with joy, Brother Wang had always fought alone, but now he had finally found a companion who could fight side by side with him to go to the "Heavenly Selection" and fight for Jiang Guo.

"I'm so moved, I also want to become stronger, I also want my fist to become Jiang Guo's fist, and participate in the 'Heavenly Selection' for Jiang Guo. Lin Dong said excitedly.

At this time, Ye Zhanfei smiled bitterly, and then said, "Stupid wood, don't be delusional. There is an age limit to participate in the 'natural selection', and you must be under the age of eighteen. Two years later, you will be twenty years old and no longer eligible to participate in the 'Heavenly Selection'. ”

At this time, Shen Mo chuckled and said comfortingly: "Fighting for Jiang Guo, you don't have to participate in the 'Heavenly Selection', Lin Dong, you can cultivate diligently, and after two years, if you join the army, you can also serve the country." ”

Listening to the dean's words, Lin Dong's frustrated heart rose again.

"The selection criteria of Heavenly Selection, in addition to being under the age of eighteen, must also reach the level of Yueyao, I am fourteen years old this year, the Four Forces Xingyao, as long as I practice diligently day and night, I will also have the opportunity to participate in the 'Heavenly Selection' two years later. Chen Sheng said this, immediately clenched his fists, and his eyes were burning with high fighting spirit.

All the students are enthusiastic and immersed in high morale, and no one cares about the outcome of this competition, as Jiang Shaobai said, it doesn't matter if the winner is a draw.

At the same time, the last gamble of the so-called academy that revolved around this competition, because it was a draw, no one won or lost, and the last gamble of the Xiuwu Academy also ended in a draw. From then on, no one in the academy gambled, and all the students devoted themselves to cultivation, only to become stronger.

Yang Ming stood in the center of the crowd's cheers, his mood was greatly lifted and he was greatly encouraged. At this moment, the young man's gaze crossed the student's head and saw the figure standing under the tree in the distance.

"Uncle. Seeing Wu Jian's figure, Yang Ming remembered the agreement with Wu Jian, and suddenly, his mood sank, "Oh no, I didn't win the first place on the celebrity list, according to the agreement, I can't let my uncle accept me as an apprentice, and I can't go out to practice with my uncle." ”