As if sensing something, Zhu Luan in the audience also raised his head.

Looking at the posture of the girl on the high platform, Zhu Luan's eyes swelled with indescribable emotions.

That's a ......

Zhu Luan lowered her head slightly, if her hunch was true, she might be about to lose her words.

In addition to the move of drawing the sword, when she traded with Li Wenyao in the township test, she once said that she would also help Li Wenyao get a higher ranking in the test.

This is not an empty promise.

Although Li Wenyao himself may not have realized it, now that he has mastered the Ten Moves Sword Drawing Technique, he actually already has the ability to cross the border to kill.

Even if he faced the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, even if he faced Mo Han, Li Wenyao definitely had the ability to fight.

But now, that promise may not come true.

Because even Zhu Luan didn't think of it.

There is still a fool in this world.

A bright sword light streaked across the sky, but it was as brilliant as fireworks in the scorching white sun.

The sun is long.

Then there was a violent collision sound on the high platform, and the sound was in the air, tearing the heart, like an iceberg colliding!

Zhu Luan closed his eyes.

Drawing the sword is not silent, as it ends the fight before it can make a sound.

Once the sound is made, there is another possibility besides failure.

"This is ......" Duan Lizheng's stunned voice came from Zhu Luan's side.

Since the beginning of the battle, this is the first time that the first son of Huizhou has made such a stunned voice.

Because what happened in front of me was beyond everyone's expectations.

Zhu Luan opened his eyes, and a puff of smoke and dust rising from the high platform was blown away by the wind, revealing the two figures that were motionless like statues.

And what made all the onlookers stunned was that both hands were still on the hilt and hilt of the sword.

It was as if the battle had never begun.

The loud bang just now was just a delusion on everyone's part.

Illusion......

No!

"How can it be like this......" This voice came out of Zhu Luan's eye-shattering Nianhuazang's mouth in a low voice.

"The disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion would actually ...... Wrong...... How could anyone still learn this kind of knife technique? ”

Yes, there is more than one fool in this world.

Zhu Luan looked at Li Wenyao, whose eyes were shaken on the high platform, and his expression changed from cold to Ruan Qing, who was also surprised.

The battle did not begin without a start.

It's that the two have already gone through their own tricks.

With the same moves.

The same goes for knife drawing.

The sharp sound just now was caused by the collision of the two extremely high-speed swords, and their speeds were too fast to have such a sharp sound that went straight into the sky.

The high-level cultivators who understood under the high platform were speechless, and the two cultivators who were fighting on the high platform were also speechless.

Both were amazed by each other's knife skills.

"You really ......"

Ruan Qing, who had been expressionless, stared at the elegant man in front of him, his thin brows frowning slightly.

What does it mean to really do?

Li Wenyao felt the heat of the handle in his hand and the vibration of the blade that was still trembling, and his eyes were even more shaken.

The sun shone brightly on the shoulders of this strange woman.

He could feel that this woman was a real thing.

Although it was only one move, he could clearly feel her skill.

Proficiency in knife drawing.

In that moment, she had practiced at least thousands of times.

Yes, the same as him.

And she practiced the moves in the back.

……

……

The air torn apart by the shadow of the sword regrouped, ushering in the vibration of the bell.

The bell for the end of the third scene.

"I'm sorry. It's me who broke my word. ”

Looking at Li Wenyao, who walked down with his bleeding shoulder, Zhu Luan took a deep breath and said.

"No, it's because I'm not as good as others," Li Wenyao, who was almost cut off, shook his head, "No wonder others." ”

He was defeated.

But this time he was convinced.

for he was defeated in the drawing of the sword.

His drawing technique was defeated by her drawing technique.

Lost to the drawing technique of the woman named Ruan Qing.

Li Wenyao took a deep breath, his eyes a little empty. Once upon a time, he heard the saying that if you want to defeat a person completely, start with his strengths.

And now that he has been defeated in such a way, it is not okay to be unconvinced.

"In terms of moves, it is you who have the advantage." Duan Lizheng, who had been silent beside Zhu Luan, looked at his friend who was frustrated, and couldn't help but speak.

Li Wenyao glanced at him and said with a wry smile, "I know." ”

So don't blame Zhu Luan.

She did teach him everything she could.

There were ten moves in the sword drawing technique, but in the battle just now, Ruan Qing only used four moves. But it was these four moves that defeated him.

The reason why he failed.

"It's me who's not as fast as hers." Li Wenyao admitted calmly, admiring in his heart.

Some moves are not too many but more refined, and this is the case with the drawing technique.

Li Wenyao now understands a little why the princess sister was unwilling to teach him the moves at one time.

Although Ruan Qing only performed four moves, the artistic conception of each move was close to perfection.

Although he has mastered ten moves, he didn't hold back, although Zhu Ying kept telling him to practice one move and then practice the next, but he has always been greedy for the next move, and the real mastery is still the first move.

It's just that Xiliang woman...... How long does it take to practice every day to get like that, although Li Wenyao is convinced, he can't help muttering in his heart.

Xiliang Sword Pavilion still has so many swordsmanship to practice, is this woman a monster?

And......

Li Wenyao covered his bleeding shoulders and looked at Ruan Qing who walked down the high platform from another direction with some palpitations.

The cold woman's steps were no different from when she stepped on stage, but as she walked, countless beads of blood scrambled down her sleeves, and a drop fell on her path.

Although the battle just now ended quickly, it does not mean that it is not fierce.

How could the battle between the poles not be tragic.

He was injured, and Ruan Qing could not have been unscathed.

She bled all the way, but she didn't even frown.

This woman ......

The other Huizhou teenagers who were watching looked at the thin woman who was walking forward in blood, and a look of uneasiness also rose in their eyes.

Duan Lizheng's expression was the most serious, because he saw it very clearly.

In his opinion, Li Wenyao lost so much, not so much because he lost to the sword in Ruan Qing's hand, but because he lost to her blood and obsession.

The battle between the sword drawing techniques is more dangerous than the usual knife fight.

Under such a high-speed sword operation, the slightest carelessness will cut the human body into two parts.

In the battle just now, when Li Wenyao finally lost, Ruan Qing almost cut off Li Wenyao's arm, but in turn, Li Wenyao could also slash at Ruan Qing's body.

And at that moment of life and death, Li Wenyao slowed down for a moment, and since then he has been defeated.

And Ruan Qing faced the sharp blade coming towards her body, but she didn't even lift her eyelids.

This does not bode well, as it is a clearly unusual move. It's just a place to try.

Duan Lizheng's eyes were slightly condensed.

This woman ......

Don't you even want your life in order to win?