"I know the sword." Hearing this, Feng Dong's eyes widened, his eyes were full of confusion, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his originally tense body was also loosened.

Nima, he originally thought that Zhou Tian would rush up directly and have a big fight with him.

Who knows, I asked him if he understood the sword.

But after hearing this, although he was a little surprised, Feng Dong was silent for a while, but still replied to Zhou Tian.

Feng Dong thought like this when he was silent: I, Feng Dong, started to learn swords at the age of six, and then I will practice swords every day for an hour, and it has been fifteen years now, and I even eat and sleep cheaply, bah, the sword does not leave my body. I don't know how to use swords, who does?

Hearing this, Zhou Tian shook his head, looked at the sword in Feng Dong's hand, seemed to feel something, and said, "Your sword tells me, you ...... Don't understand it. ”

Feng Dong: "......"

The disciples in the audience: "......"

Elder: "......"

"Nima! Could it be that Feng Dong's sword still can't speak? ”

"Isn't this a refinement?"

"I'll go, or I'll ask for this, Brother Jian, I'll call you, do you dare to agree? Yes, count me as losing. ”

………………

After a short period of confusion, there was a lot of discussion in the audience.

Hearing Zhou Tian's words, Feng Dong was dumbfounded, and instantly stunned Youmu You, subconsciously lowered his head, and his eyes involuntarily looked at the sword in his hand, almost throwing away the sword in fright.

Forehead...... Wait, this script is not right! I want to believe him for Mao? Maybe he's lying, using mental tactics. Well, it must be so.

"Senior brother said that he laughed, and the sword can't speak, how can it tell you?" Feng Dong looked at Zhou Tian's expression of "I am serious", shouted "actor" in his heart, and asked quietly on his face.

"If you don't understand, forget it." Zhou Tian shook his head, looking like a little adult, and said.

After more than a month of careful teaching by Lin Yu, Zhou Tian has deeply understood the essence of Lin Yu's pretending, and understands the supreme realm of "low-key is the most awesome show-off" and "not pretending to be better than pretending".

So at this time, Zhou Tian's expression, action and attitude ...... Everything is ...... Very pretending.

Feng Dong: "......"

This pretending to be forced is good, you continue to pretend, I will quietly watch you pretend.

looked at Zhou Tian, who was only a teenager, and he looked like a little adult, preaching to himself, a twenty-one-year-old person.

Suddenly, the corners of Feng Dong's mouth twitched, and the hand holding the sword burst into green tendons, eager to lift the spear, cough cough, and stabbed the long sword over.

By the way, it's a battle now!

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Dong directly used his body method, turned into a bolt of lightning, raised his long sword and slashed over.

"You're not my opponent." Facing the lightning-like fast sword in front of him, Zhou Tian still looked like a little adult.

"Defeat you with one sword." Zhou Tian finished speaking, and a black sword appeared in his hand out of thin air.

He picked up the black sword, and faced the galloping lightning, and the sword that struck at him was a stab.

This stab is plain and simple, but in the eyes of a deep cultivator or a kendo wizard, this sword is amazing.

In the audience, Fenglong, the elder who acted as the referee, widened his eyes, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

With his cultivation in the realm of the four extremes, it is naturally not difficult to see the subtlety of this sword.

With a "poof", the black sword returned to its sheath, and the blood rushed to the sky like a fountain, and then it fell like a snowflake, which was extremely poignant.

This is Feng Dong's blood.

"Why?" Feng Dong stood, his eyes full of puzzlement, he didn't understand or understand why he would lose on such an ordinary, extremely simple sword.

Because I didn't understand, I asked.

"The Tao is simple, even if it is only the foundation of the Tao. The sword doesn't have to be good, just understand it. And you, don't understand. Zhou Tian turned his back to Feng Dong and walked towards the edge of the fighting platform, and replied as he walked, his face still showing the appearance of a little adult.

When the words fell, Feng Dong seemed to understand something, and looked at the long sword in his hand that had been with him for fifteen years. I found that the sword is alive, but I don't understand it. It turns out that the sword can still be used like this, but I didn't understand it before.

A hundred years with a sword is not as good as a day of sword understanding.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Dong's body fell straight down.

Ahead, Zhou Tian, who was walking, seemed to feel something, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said, "Are you enlightened!"

"Win this battle on Sunday and qualify for the finals of this big competition." Elder Wind Dragon, with fluttering white hair, jumped onto the stage and shouted.

………………

Little by little, time passed.

After these five days of fighting and elimination, in the end, only Jiang Ming and Zhou Tian remained.

In the end, it was a battle between the two of them, from showing their male style, coughing cough, and fighting a victory.

And on this day, Lin Yu came, he was dressed in white, his black hair was fluttering, his face was like a crown of jade, his figure was slender, his temperament was like a fairy, his demeanor was peerless, and he sat quietly on the square.

Nonsense, Zhou Tian is his apprentice, equivalent to the son of the earth, representing his own face.

Fighting against the Son of Heavenly Dao is equivalent to two collisions, how can he not come.

"Wow, that's ...... Elder Lonely, I've seen him in paintings, but I didn't expect real people to be more beautiful than words! ”

"This aunt get out of the way, the lonely elder is the old lady's."

"This lady get out of here, the lonely elder belongs to this fairy."

……

As soon as Lin Yu appeared, it immediately caused a lot of noise among a group of little fans. Looking at it, the female man who fought hard suddenly made Lin Yu extremely embarrassed.

Elder Fenglong didn't know when he was already standing on the fighting platform, he had pale white hair, but he had a childish face, his skin was like jade, crystal clear and shiny, and he didn't look old at all.

"Today is the big competition, the last final, by Zhou Tian against Jiang Ming." He Fenglong Elder, his old face like mutton fat and beautiful jade showed a smile and grin, and said.

Elder Fenglong's words fell, Jiang Ming made the birth method, and people only saw a black shadow passing by, and he appeared on the stage.

Today's Jiang Ming is the same as in the past, dressed in black, with black hair, a harmless face showing perseverance, a slender figure, and a pitch-black and simple spear in his right hand, and the body of the spear flows with the meaning of vicissitudes and vastness, like an ancient divine soldier.

At this time, Zhou Tian came up.

He jumped on the stage and came onto the stage.

Today's Sunday is a little different from the past, at least he is not wearing black clothes today, but wearing a green shirt, long black hair is windless, and his slightly childish little face shows a maturity that does not match his age, and his figure is thin. He held a pitch-black long sword in his hand, and the blade of the sword emitted a heavy and vast chaos meaning, as if it came from chaos.

"The decisive battle begins." Elder Fenglong looked at Jiang Ming, then at Zhou Tian, and said. When the words fell, he dodged and got off the fighting platform in an instant.

"Long time no see, thank you for your concern last time." Zhou Tian looked at Jiang Ming and said.

"Long time no see, no thanks." Jiang Ming nodded and replied.

The scene was silent for a moment, and a voice broke the silence.

"Let's get started!"

"Hmm."