"Wow!"

There was a loud bang that bombarded everyone's ears, as if a heavy hammer had struck the city wall with a deafening sound.

Everyone saw that Shu Nan's body began to retreat quickly, and Wen Qingye strode forward, and the sword in his hand continued to fly.

"Slow, your sword is too slow."

The voice echoed in everyone's ears again, but this time the person who spoke was, Wen Qingye!

Fast!

It's so fast!

It's amazingly fast!

If everyone can perceive Shu Yan's sword from the subtlety, then Wen Qingye's sword is silent, and everyone doesn't know that Wen Qingye is making a sword at all.

Shu Nan suddenly seemed to be like a lonely boat, drifting on the vast sea, facing the storm, and he had a feeling that he couldn't resist it at all.

"Hurry, yes, hurry!"

"Slow, slow, slow"

For a while, the two changed their dominant position, and Shu Nan gritted his teeth and could only support himself.

What the hell is going on?

After the breakthrough, Shu Nan was actually pressed and beaten by Wen Qingye's fast sword?

Everyone in Tianqian Academy looked at the scene in front of them, they were all petrified, how fast was Wen Qingye's sword?

"Tear up!"

Wen Qingye surged blood with a sword, and a ray of blood flew in the air.

The blood was still dancing in the air with a scorching temperature, beautiful and moving.

If Shu Nan saw this blood in the past, he would definitely be very excited, but at this moment, his heart was already filled with fear, because the blood that flew out this time was his blood.

"Hurry up, your sword is slow again, yes, hurry up!"

"You're slow, fast, fast"

Wen Qing said at night, the sword in his hand became flying, every time the sword light slashed, whether it was the angle, time or speed, it was perfect, and every sword shot was a bright blood flower flying in the air.

It can be seen from this that the gap between the two people, it was not until this time that everyone suddenly came to their senses, it turned out that Wen Qingye had not used his true strength, but just played with Shu Nan again.

Thinking of this, no one spoke, and they all gasped uncontrollably.

Strong!

It's too strong!

Wen Qingye's strength is too strong!

Shu Nan reluctantly parried, no, it can't be said to be a reluctant parry, it was Wen Qingye who deliberately allowed him to parry reluctantly.

This scene is so familiar, as if everyone has seen it there.

Isn't this the scene where Shu Nan fought against Yan Chuxue that day?

"Hurry up, hurry up"

Every time Wen Qingye said a word, the sword in his hand would quickly slash, and there would be one more blood mark on Shu Nan's body.

Shu Nan was covered in blood at the moment, his face was red, in the past, he thought that others were slow to use swords, and he ridiculed others with words, when had he ever been insulted like this?

In the blink of an eye, Shu Nan's body was already stained red with blood, and the speed of his sword became slower and slower.

Everyone looked at Wen Qingye, who was still light and cloudy in the field, and his sideburns were flying with the sword light, and they couldn't help but swallow and spit at the mouth.

How fast is this man's sword?

"Your sword is too slow, it's too disappointing for me, hurry up!"

Wen Qingye's words echoed throughout the square, and they were particularly loud in silence.

Cheng Yu's mouth opened, and he said in surprise: "This Wen Qingye's sword is too fast, isn't it, Shu Nan was suppressed so miserably?"

Nie Shuang's brows were tightly locked, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes, "What a fast sword, such a subtle swordsmanship"

And Wu Jing looked at Shu Yan, who was comprehensively suppressed, her face was a little embarrassed, but there was a little more panic in her heart, this Wen Qingye's qualifications were too rebellious, if the high-level of Tianqian Academy knew that they had rejected Wen Qingye in order to please Situ Haoming, Wu Jing didn't dare to think about it anymore, and the sweat on her forehead had slowly flowed out.

At this time, Zhao Mei looked very curious, blinked her eyes and asked, "Lord Wu, didn't you say that Wen Qingye's swordsmanship is not as good as Shu Yan?"

"Probably... Maybe I'm looking away," Wu Jing stammered.

Shu Nan was not only physically injured at this moment, but even his heart was subjected to an extreme oppression, Wen Qingye's sword was too fast, he was completely playing with himself, he was in a storm, and he could only let the wind blow.

No, in this case, I will die, and Shu's heart has been filled with a kind of fear, both physical and mental.

Time passed bit by bit, and Shu Nan's whole body was already covered with blood, which looked extremely terrifying.

Shu Nan's sword was getting slower and slower, and it was no longer as fast as it was at the beginning.

Shu Nan was hit by Wen Qingye's sword again, and couldn't help shouting, "I ....."

"Si!"

"Slow, quick, faster!"

Wen Qingye's sword flicked by, and the red light continued to fly.

“.. I... Admit defeat" Shu was hit by a sword, his steps quickly retreated, and the voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth.

Shu Nan's face was flushed, even compared to the blood-stained clothes all over his body, his heart was already filled with fear, and there was no other emotion.

Today! Wen Qingye has become a huge shadow in Shu Nan's heart, and he will linger in his life.

Wen Qingye stopped the sword in his hand, and slowly withdrew his sword under Shu Nan's eyes.

There was silence all around, not a single sound.

I don't know how long it has been, but the noise is like a volcano that has accumulated from a volcano erupting.

"Win!?"

"The fast sword Shu is difficult to compare the sword with Wen Qingye, not Wen Qingye's opponent"

"Wen Qingye's sword is faster!"

"In a few decades, Tianwu Kingdom will have a seat in Wen Qingye"

Everyone guessed the beginning, but this result caught them by surprise, completely beyond everyone's expectations, with today's competition, no one in the Tianwu Kingdom dared to underestimate Wen Qingye's talent.

Wen Qingye's name is deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts!

Wen Qingye glanced at Wu Jing, his eyes were as plain as water, and then he looked at Nie Shuang and the others.

At this time, the sunset was dotted, dyeing half of the sky red.

"Today, it's getting late, I'll have fun with you tomorrow"

After Wen Qingye finished speaking, he slowly walked out of the square with a sword, and when everyone saw Wen Qingye walking down, they couldn't help but make a way and let Wen Qingye leave.

Everyone watched Wen Qingye walk into the distance until he completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Wen Qingye, do you want to compete tomorrow?"

"Is Wen Qingye going to have a decisive battle with Nie Shuang of Tianqian Academy tomorrow?"

"I don't know if it's Nie Shuang's sword ruthlessness or Wen Qingye's sword speed"

Everyone recalled Wen Qingye's words, their hearts were uneasy, and they were even more looking forward to tomorrow's decisive battle, which represented the pinnacle battle of the two academies, the collision of the first master of the two academies, and everyone's hearts were also very curious.

Everyone in Tianqian Academy fell silent, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"Tomorrow, I'll come to meet this Wen Qingye for a while" Nie Shuang looked at Wen Qingye's back and said coldly: "You can rest assured, Tianqian Academy will not lose to Qishan Academy"

Cheng Yu looked at Nie Shuang, looked at Nie Shuang with admiration and said, "With the strength of Brother Shuang, Wen Qingye will naturally not be Nie Shuang's opponent."

Everyone in the Tianqian Academy next to them nodded, they had absolute confidence in Nie Shuang's strength, and Nie Shuang was their belief in Tianqian Academy.

"With you, I'm naturally relieved," Wu Jinggan laughed twice and said.

Although Wu Jing believes that Nie Shuang can stop Wen Qingye, but Wen Qingye's reputation has spread, with the duel between Fang Cai and Shu Yan, Wen Qingye is already a famous martial artist, and she can't escape the blame, thinking of this, Wu Jing's heart can't help but feel a little bitter, and a little regretful, if he had accepted this Wen Qingye, maybe Wen Qingye would be his proud protégé at this moment.

Wen Xu and Wen Gui were silent, their faces gloomy and dripping.

Zhang Hua Gaoming and the others looked at Wen Qingye's departing back, sighed in their hearts, and were speechless for a long time.

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