Since the two are similar in genre, realm, and fame, but the school palace from which they came from is different, then this duel is actually equivalent to the first collision between the Jixia School Palace and the Northern Han Pavilion in this beginner ceremony.

Whose disciple is strong can be known by comparison.

Watching Helan Cheng step by step onto the battle platform, the other people around him gradually noticed this.

For a long time, the Jixia School Palace was the strongest in their hearts, and in recent years, the prestige of the Northern Han Pavilion has gradually caught up. The battle between Ji Jiashu and Helan Cheng in the last session was a violent collision between the forces of Jixia School Palace and Beihan Pavilion.

But in the end, everyone knew that the son of the national teacher was so powerful that no one could challenge him.

In the last year's primary ceremony, Nan Chu and Jixia Xuegong were undoubtedly the biggest winners.

In this year's Beginner Ceremony, if the Northern Wei Dynasty came prepared, although the appearance of a certain former Qin princess took away at least half of the attention. However, the achievements of the disciples of the Northern Han Pavilion this time were much stronger than those of the Jixia Academy Palace in the previous rounds.

"Who is going to win?"

"It's all thunder magic swords, and I don't know what kind of swordsmanship Prince Helan will make......"

There was a lot of discussion in the audience. Ying Baoyue was also a little curious.

After all, she had never seen Helan Cheng's swordsmanship.

"This Helan Gongzi used to know how to swordsmanship...... At this time, in the crowd of people watching the battle under the high platform, Gui Li pouted and said.

"I really can't imagine the appearance of this son holding a sword......" Ji Ange replied lightly.

Ji Qingyuan, who was not there for a while and was responsible for taking care of his two younger sisters, smiled bitterly when he heard this. Because of Helan Cheng's previous surrender to Qing'an Yuan, Helan Cheng's image in the eyes of everyone in Qing'an Yuan can be low to a certain extent.

Whether it is returning or leaving, Ji Ange, the impression of this big disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion in his eyes is probably only a nest.

"That's not the case, Ah Cheng still has some ability."

However, at this moment, a man's smiling voice suddenly came from beside them.

Hearing this, Ji Qingyuan looked expressionlessly at a man beside him who had quietly blended in with his junior brother, "Why are you staying here?" ”

"I can't go back to the Northern Han Pavilion for the time being," Tuoba said with a smile, "Anyway, they are all staying in the places where the people watch the battle, and I am also a person who lives in the National Teacher's Mansion, so let me join." ”

Ji Qingyuan raised his forehead when he heard this.

But I have to, Tuoba Xun just defended Helan Cheng and was not convinced.

After all, whether Helan Cheng or Tuoba Xun, the two great disciples of the Northern Han Pavilion before and after looked like a weak scholar in appearance.

Tuoba Xun is naturally not weak, but he is not strong in terms of combat ability.

has such a realm and true yuan, but the ranking in the last round is not particularly high, and he never carries a sword.

Like Tuoba Xun, Helan Cheng rarely wears a sword on weekdays. Mixed in with the cultivators who participated in the first round of battles before, it was clear that his prestige and ability stood out from the crowd, but there was no blessing in existence

At this time, he quietly walked up to the high platform, and he was also a thunder law, and he did not give people a strong oppression like Hong Beidou

Those who don't know think he's a wind magician.

Hong Beidou originally saw that the opponent was him, and he was timid for a moment. But after feeling the momentum on Helan Cheng's body, his expression became arrogant again.

Ying Baoyue quietly looked at He Lancheng standing on the battle platform, after the failure and betrayal of the previous medical and drug war, Helan Cheng's original lack of arrogance and arrogance had all been reined in.

Standing on the stage at this time, he was quietly like an ordinary scholar.

Even the sword at his waist didn't look out of place for him.

"Huh? Helan didn't use a scimitar? On the high platform, Jiang Yuanyuan suddenly spoke.

In terms of blades, the Northern Wei people mostly used scimitars commonly used by cavalry, and the scimitars themselves were also suitable for violent thunder methods. But at this time, Helan Cheng, as the eldest disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion of the Northern Wei Dynasty, used a sword.

"At this moment, I can't tell who of these two people is from the Northern Wei Dynasty and who is from the Southern Chu."

Jiang Yuanyuan looked at the two people facing each other on the high platform and sighed.

"Ready!" At this time, the examiner rang the opening bell.

Looking at the two people who drew their swords on the high platform, the people in the audience held their breath with anticipation in their eyes.

This one was predictable to be even more exciting than any of the previous ones.

Many people speculate that maybe these two people will have to fight inextricably until the examiner draws lots to determine whether they win or lose.

"It's coming! What swordsmanship do these two people know respectively? The people in the audience were talking excitedly, and Ying Baoyue also looked up.

The Thunder Sword is a sword technique with a high degree of freedom, with many branches, and generally famous cultivators will have their own unique Wild Way Sword Technique.

For example, the Bright Sword of Guanghuajun of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Spring Thunder Sword of Ji Jiashu.

At this time, after the examiner shouted to start, Hong Beidou's sword was already thundering.

Through the thick formation, people seemed to have heard the rumbling thunder.

However, Helan Cheng still just stood there, his expression was flat, like a statue.

"What's wrong? Could it be that after losing to a woman, the dignified Great Disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion didn't even have the strength to draw a sword? Hong Beidou's mocking laughter on the high platform reached everyone's ears.

Ying Baoyue narrowed her eyes slightly when she heard this.

On the high platform, Ji Jiashu also frowned.

At this time, the young man who had been silent and didn't look like anything was going to raise his head and just glanced at Hong Beidou.

"It's true that I looked down on her before, but it's ...... compared to her."

"Compared?" Hong Beidou frowned.

"You're going to be too weak." Helan Cheng said lightly.

"What are you?" Hong Beidou's face became ugly, and his eyes were bloodshot with rage, but at the same time, the momentum of the thunder on his sword became more and more immense.

"What is this Helan Cheng deliberately trying to provoke his opponent?" Jiang Yuanyuan frowned, "Isn't the Thunder Fa Cultivator getting angrier and stronger?" ”

The thunder method is violent, and in contrast to this characteristic, when the practitioner is angry, he will burst out with stronger power.

Of course, there are exceptions. Jiang Yuanyuan glanced at the other young man standing straight beside him. For example, he had never seen Ji Jiashu get angry.

But at this time, before anyone answered him, all the voices on the stage were stunned.

Because at this time, Hong Beidou moved.

"What is the big disciple of the Northern Han Pavilion, the male rao has lost his face, go and die!"

At this time, the anger reached the top of the gambling Hong Beidou sword tip slashed a bolt of lightning, the sword light flashed, and the long sword stabbed at Helan Cheng with the momentum of thunder.

Helan Cheng still didn't move, and there was not the slightest spark of electricity on his sword.

The speed of the thunder law, Hong Beidou's sword is extremely fast.

Helan Cheng had no room to dodge.

Hong Beidou's long sword carried the momentum of wind and thunder and attacked Helan Cheng's head.

Predictably, blood splattered everywhere, and sharp swords were rarely sent out in the crowd

The next moment, however, the world was quiet.

It all happened so fast that many people didn't see it clearly.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

The thunder flashed, and people only saw a heavy figure flying high, and a miserable scream hit the edge of the big array and vomited blood.

There was a click, and a sword broke in two on the ground.

The person who flew out was huge, and that person was, Hong Beidou.

It was not Helan Cheng who was standing in place, but Hong Beidou who made a move to attack.

And the only one who can do all this is another person.

Zhong Ren's eyes widened and he looked at the other son who was standing quietly in the middle of the high platform as if nothing had happened.

If it weren't for the fact that the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood, people would have found it hard to believe their eyes.

With a click, Helan Cheng shook off the blood beads on his sword and put the sword into its sheath.

"I'm ashamed," the young man glanced at Hong Beidou, who had fallen to the ground in the distance, and muttered faintly, "It's as if you're better than me." ”

Everyone looked at this scene in amazement and was speechless.

"It's like lightning, looming like a white rainbow." In the crowd, Ji Qingyuan heard Tuoba Xun beside him smile slightly.

"Is it pretty?" The man smiled, "This is Ah Cheng's White Rainbow Sword." ”