The red face is old, and the moment is beautiful, and he thinks of the end of the world, and he is reluctant to give up, and he forgets about the rivers and lakes.

......

The third and final round of the competition started as scheduled.

Both sides of the cliff are full of people, and the last round of the competition is very important and exciting, how can you miss it?

The person in charge is still the old man from yesterday, holding a drawer of buns in his hand, exuding steaming heat.

After eating, the start is announced.

The ten people who advanced yesterday have all reached the chessboard.

The old man pointed at the two casually and said, "You, you, let's start the competition." ”

The old man's casual attitude was a bit surprising.

Among the two people assigned were Zhu Xiaozhu of the Qingluan Hall and a disciple of the Qingxiu Palace.

This disciple's name is Zhang Ruofan, and he has been practicing in Gushan for many years, but his qualifications are not good. I have participated in two sword tests, but I failed miserably in the first and first rounds, so I have not inherited a teacher and practiced alone. Over the years, there have also been a certain master who took a fancy to his efforts and wanted to accept him as a disciple, but he was refused, he was the last five disciples to become ambassadors, even if he had to participate in many sword trials.

The old man in charge took out a steamed bun and said while eating: "It's best to eat a bun before the battle, do you two want to eat it?"

The two were stunned for a moment, and the old man didn't wait for the two to answer, then took out chili oil and poured it into the mouth of the bun, and said: "You can fight at will in this ink chessboard, and you can win or lose on your own, so start fighting immediately." ”

Both of them sighed in their hearts: "It's really casual." ”

The competition begins.

The two entered an inky meadow in the middle of the board.

All the Zhu scenes here were illusory, illusory ink scenes, but both of them smelled the scent of grass.

Elk eat grass.

Birds flew away.

There is a waterfall at the very edge of the chessboard, where flying fish jump and the water is very loud.

Zhang Ruofan sat cross-legged with the sword in front of his knees.

Zhu Xiaozhu also sat down.

Sword with sword.

"My name is Zhang Ruofan," he said with his eyes closed, "a very ordinary and very failed disciple." I've had two sword trials and this is the third time. I'm not sure I'm going to win, but I'm going to do my best against an opponent like you, and I want you to do your best. ”

"My name is Zhu Xiaozhu," he smiled, "I don't think I'm very good, as you said, I will take every opponent seriously." ”

Sword with sword.

At this time, the two sat opposite each other, no more than a few dozen meters apart, with their swords in front of them, and they didn't know when to move.

The grass is blown by the wind, and the deer are startled into the forest.

The sword hadn't moved yet, but two sword lights overflowed.

These two sword lights gradually blended with each other in the air above the two of them.

Birds flew by.

There are occasional deer probes in the forest.

Soon, the two sword lights separated again.

Both opened their eyes.

One trick is done.

Zhu Xiaozhu said calmly: "I seem to see a trickling stream. ”

Zhang Ruofan said: "Yes, you cultivate the most upright swordsmanship in Gushan, who can be more burning and fierce than your sword?"

Zhu Xiaozhu said: "Sure enough, it is the Lingxi Sword Technique. ”

At this time, many disciples on the cliffside still couldn't see it, but the female disciples of Juntian Hall were a little surprised.

Why did Zhang Ruofan actually know the sword of the Heavenly Palace?

Lingxi swordsmanship is the sword of the lonely mountain woman, as smart as a stream, a hundred turns and a thousand times.

The previous two sword lights were the first hands of the two of them to taste each other's depths.

Authentic Lonely Mountain Swordsmanship.

Light and graceful Lingxi swordsmanship.

The two are extremely strong on the one hand, and feminine on the other, and they are born and restrained each other.

......

Some disciples on the cliff side thought about the two sword lights just now, and suddenly understood something, so they felt a little incredible.

Even the practitioners above the cliff still didn't think about it.

Ma San thought of the battle just now, and was also a little surprised: "I didn't expect him to cultivate the women's sword." ”

Zhang Zeyi closed his eyes and asked curiously, "I don't know how he learned it?" Could it be that he would run to a certain bush outside the Juntian Hall all day to steal his education?"

Zhang Ruofan naturally heard the discussion on the cliffside, and smiled nonchalantly: "The world will definitely think that I will lose some dignity for this, but the truth is, if I really care, how can I learn women's swordsmanship?"

Zhu Xiaozhu didn't say anything, just nodded slightly.

There is no distinction between men and women.

Only the swordsmanship that suits you is a good swordsmanship.

Sword with sword.

The sword still didn't move.

(It's still a very short chapter.,I won't do anything on the weekend.,Of course, you have to write well...... ）