After a while, he swallowed his saliva, and his voice trembled a little: "Thank you for your mercy." ”

The referee looked at the audience: "Yan Yusheng, the next one, Meng Yuntao." ”

In the cheers of everyone, Meng Yuntao came to the stage with a knife, his face full of solemnity: "Please advise." ”

"Well said. ”

Yan Yu smiled slightly, Chixiao groaned softly, the three-foot purple light was uncertain, and he buzzed and trembled: "This time, I really want to go all out, you be careful." ”

"......" When Meng Yuntao and the others heard this, their faces couldn't help but change, could it be that you were just playing?

scold

The next moment, Meng Yuntao raised his hand suddenly, and the long knife was not unsheathed, but it was held in front of him and blocked the sword that broke through the air.

So fast......

He couldn't help but whisper, he had expected it, but Meng Yuntao still didn't expect Yan Yu's speed to be so fast that he couldn't even grasp the other party's sword move.

The sword unfolded, like a thunderbolt, as fast as lightning.

Fortunately, Meng Yuntao is not a fuel-efficient lamp, and his sword technique is abnormal in one hand, even if he can't keep up with Yan Yu's speed like thunder, but under the full defense, he can't leak a drop of water, and he doesn't give him any chance.

In an instant, Yan Yu's wrist suddenly shook, and the sword momentum changed, from the Thunder Sword Sutra that broke through the fast sword to the Thunder Breaking Moon that slashed and slashed.

Its momentum is not only agile and fast, but it is furious like thunder rushing into the sky, each sword contains extraordinary strength, and each sword has more than one gravitational force.

The sword momentum was like a raging wave, cascading fierce waves, constantly impacting the defense line formed by Meng Yuntao, and even the aftermath of the scattered energy had already accompanied the movement of the two of them on the battlefield, scraping the ground off a layer alive.

Blood Soul Ring!

The Thunder Moon Sword Spectrum flashed thunder.

Suddenly, Yan Yu suddenly slammed his feet, and then his speed increased by a few points, completely losing his trace in front of Meng Yuntao.

Then, with a rumbling and screaming behind him, like the roar of a mad dragon, Yan Yu appeared beside him, holding the sword in one hand, and slashed diagonally down his shoulder.

Left.

Meng Yuntao was blessed to the heart, threw away the scabbard, held the knife in both hands, turned around to lift the knife, slashed upward, and touched the hunting sword shadow.

Scold......

There is no explosion of weapons colliding.

In the shocked expressions on everyone's faces, Yan Yu seemed to be a powerful killer sword, and the moment it touched the blade, it was like a breeze blowing willows, lightly brushing the blade.

Then, I saw that the blade of the sword turned along the tip of the knife, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, piercing the clothes under the opponent's armpit, and through the placket, it stopped at Meng Yuntao's throat.

"I conceded. ”

Yan Yu put away his sword and stepped back, arching his hand.

"It's amazing, I'm convinced. Touching the penetrated clothes, Meng Yuntao sighed lightly, and his face was full of complicated returns.

The referee asked, "Is there still a challenge?"

No, and I dare not have.

Now that everyone is looking back, they only feel that these two battles are not a confrontation of martial arts on the surface, but also mixed with each other's calculations in secret.

At the beginning, Yan Yu played against Yang Jin, and he took a defensive counterattack, which made everyone mistakenly think that Yan Yu was good at finding opportunities and killing with one blow.

It was obvious that Meng Yuntao was also tricked, but in fact, this was deliberately exposed to them by Yan Yu.

Immediately after facing Meng Yuntao, Yan Yu changed his previous way, grabbed the first move and pressed step by step, and even switched sword positions flexibly and freely in the middle, so that Meng Yuntao couldn't grasp Yan Yu's rhythm at all.

In desperation, Meng Yuntao adopted the most prudent and not easy way to deal with it, defending and countering, trying to wait for the other party to show his flaws, as if targeting Yang Jin, and preparing to counterattack.

It's a pity that this idea of his has already been grasped by Yan Yu.

It can even be said that from the very beginning against Yang Jin, Yan Yu sowed a seed in Meng Yuntao's subconscious, in order to let it sprout at this time.

At the moment when Meng Yuntao was about to fight back, Yan Yu had already prepared, and it seemed that he was moving forward, with a violent sword that could not be returned, but in fact, it was between virtual and real, and he could send and receive freely.

At the moment when he collided with Meng Yuntao's blade, the real move was a false move, and he was free and easy, and when he couldn't retract his strength, he turned the sword style again, turned the slash into a thorn, and won the victory lightly.

That is to say, from the beginning to the end, from the moment Yan Yu first came to power, every move, every move, every move, was all laid out to deal with Meng Yuntao, and it was not until the end that the true intention was revealed.

Everybody, all in the dark.

When the battle is over, after thinking about it, you can figure out the key to this.

"I want to give this opportunity to Qi Yang. Yan Yu coughed and said something that surprised everyone present.

Then, he looked around and smiled indifferently: "Also, I want to be the chief disciple, do you have any opinions? Who is in favor of it? Who is ...... Against?"

"Yes. Qi Yang put his hand behind his back, made a gesture, and bowed his head first: "Your Excellency's strength, we are convinced, and there is no reason to object." ”

Meng Yuntao smiled, and then responded: "Agree." ”

An old man stood up and stared at him meaningfully: "Yan Yu, you should know, what does this identity mean, are you sure so?"

"Naturally. Yan Yu nodded with a straight face.

The old man brushed his beard and announced: "Okay, from now on, you will be the chief disciple of my Qingzhou Academy, and you will go to the Imperial City on behalf of the academy in half a year." ”

Don't think that the chief disciple is a high honor.

In this script world, Yan Yu doesn't know how big it is, but a place like Qingzhou, judging from the map, is only a small piece.

The structure of the world, the largest is the Yun Dynasty, a dynasty that rules the world and dominates the life and death of thousands of people. Further down are the chaebol families and sectarian forces, both of which exist equally.

That's right, the sects and sects in this script world have to be reviewed by the imperial court and allowed before they can establish a mountain gate and recruit disciples.

Due to the inhuman existence of warriors, there are demons competing to appear first.

Later, the Yun Dynasty directly ordered these sects to protect the people of Li in the surrounding territories according to their strength.

With the combination of the chaebol and the establishment of institutions such as schools, the sects also joined, striving to train more warriors to fight against demons.

Gradually, the imperial court divided different levels according to the schools in different places, and established a unique promotion system. wants to win over some talented warriors to do things for the imperial court.

However, the Saga chaebol is doing this in order to train warriors to protect themselves. The sect joins to expand its influence through the academy and recruit more warriors.

Both sides do things for their own purposes, so even if the imperial court wants to cut off the beard, it has no choice but to set a semi-forced rule.

Each school, according to its own level standards, has to send a different number of disciples to the imperial city every year, and after the imperial court assessment, they join the imperial court to do things for it.

Over time, this kind of disciple became known as the chief disciple.

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