The second competition of the second round began in the morning sun.

"One hundred and fifty against one hundred and seventy-one. The red-clothed disciple of the No. 2 competition platform shouted.

"Hey, the first scene is Senior Sister Fang. Fang Zixuan said with a slight surprise.

At this time, Fang Ying had already jumped onto the No. 2 martial arts platform, and standing opposite Fang Ying was also a female disciple.

I saw that although this female disciple was wearing a cyan Qingyunmen uniform, her face was like a peach blossom, her starry eyes were bright, her skin was like cream, and her posture was graceful, like a fairy who came out of a painting.

Although Fang Ying is also a beauty, she looks a little ordinary in front of this woman.

Jiang Yue'er snorted, obviously unhappy to see this female disciple who looked much better than herself and Fang Ying.

Fang Zixuan and Su Lang naturally heard Jiang Yue'er's displeasure, glanced at each other, and smiled helplessly.

Especially Fang Zixuan, in terms of appearance, except for Ximen Rou, Fang Zixuan really has never seen a woman who is comparable to this female disciple, even Wang Ruoxi is slightly inferior.

"Wow, this time I have eyes, it's actually two beauties competing. ”

"Hehe, you don't know this, that beauty is called Su Yunjing, not only beautiful, but also not bad, the first four competitions were all defeated within twenty moves. ”

"So strong? Then this competition is really interesting. ”

"Su Yunjing, the person is beautiful, and the name is also beautiful. ”

Hearing that there was a duel between two beauties on the No. 2 competition platform, most of the people under the No. 1 competition platform turned to look at the No. 2 competition platform.

At a glance, I found that it was indeed two beauties, especially one of them, which was even more beautiful, and for a while, most of the male disciples were excited.

And those female disciples who were not as good as Fang Ying and Su Yunjing, like Jiang Yue'er, snorted coldly.

"Let's go. The red-clothed disciple shouted.

Seeing that Su Yunjing didn't mean to make the first move, Fang Ying was not polite, and slashed at Su Yunjing with a knife.

Su Yunjing cracked Fang Ying's offensive with a flick of her spirit sword.

Fang Ying's face remained unchanged, and the blade flew up and down around Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing swung out sword flowers and cracked Fang Ying's attacks one by one.

Seeing Su Yunjing's calm expression, Fang Ying knew that she had encountered a strong enemy this time, so she no longer made a temptation, the strength in her hand increased, and she rode the wind and waves with one move, and the blade was like a silver snake out of the hole, bringing up a compelling knife wind to slash Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing didn't block, but used her body to dodge.

Fang Ying saw that a move failed, and without waiting for the old man to make the move, he swept the blade sideways, blocking his waist and sweeping towards Su Yunjing.

It seemed that she didn't expect Fang Ying to change her moves so quickly, Su Yunjing was powerless to dodge in mid-air, so she had to swing her sword to block.

With a ding, Su Yunjing, who had no way to borrow strength in mid-air, was shocked by Fang Ying's knife.

Fang Ying was unforgiving, and while Su Yunjing was still in mid-air, she flew and swung a knife at Su Yunjing.

Su Yunjing seemed powerless to dodge, so she had to swing her sword again to block.

Seeing that Fang Ying's spirit knife was about to collide with Su Yunjing's sword blade, suddenly, Su Yunjing's spirit sword suddenly turned to one side, and then the tip of the sword was Fang Ying's blade belly.

Fang Ying couldn't react, and the spirit knife was hit by the tip of Su Yunjing's sword.

With the help of force, Su Yunjing's figure flashed to the side, and Fang Ying's blade also deviated slightly, slashing down from Su Yunjing's side.

When Fang Ying made another move, Su Yunjing was already standing on the ground.

Looking at Su Yunjing's reaction and demeanor, Fang Zixuan knew that Fang Ying had met a strong enemy, could it be that this was another Ding Jian-like character?

"Your knife skills and reflexes are very good. Su Yunjing spoke, her voice crisp and pleasant.

"You too. Fang Ying didn't say much, just replied simply, and at the same time, the spirit knife in his hand slashed at Su Yunjing again without hesitation.

Su Yunjing's figure flickered, and the spirit sword waved. The two of them are like two beautiful green butterflies flying on the competition platform, but the sound of sword collision from time to time reminds people that this is not a sword dance, but a competition.

One sword technique is fast and fierce, and the other sword technique is light and fast, so after thirty moves, Fang Ying and Su Yunjing are still tied.

"It seems that the two of them are evenly matched, I really want them to keep fighting like this, hehe. ”

"Indeed, watching the two of them compete is really pleasing to the eye. ”

"But have you noticed that Su Yunjing's expression is more relaxed than Fang Ying's. ”

"When you say that, it seems like yes. ”

Fang Zixuan frowned slightly, everyone else saw this, and Fang Zixuan naturally saw it.

Jiang Yue'er asked with some concern, "Senior Brother Fang, what do you think?"

Fang Zixuan said: "This Su Yunjing should be a step stronger than Senior Sister Fang, and besides, looking at her appearance, it seems that she still hides a little strength, and Senior Sister Fang's competition is estimated to be a bit hanging." ”

Hearing Fang Zixuan say this, Jiang Yue'er suddenly became anxious.

Su Lang saw Jiang Yue'er's appearance, so he comforted: "Senior Sister Jiang doesn't have to worry too much, even if Senior Sister Fang loses this time, as long as she wins the game tomorrow, she can still advance, after all, there shouldn't be many strong players like Su Yunjing, and Senior Sister Fang won't be so unlucky to meet again." ”

Jiang Yue'er also knew that Su Lang was right, and even if he was worried, what was the use, in addition to looking at strength, the martial arts competition should also look at luck, after all, for martial artists, luck is also an important part of strength.

Fang Ying on the stage also discovered this, but Fang Ying was not in a hurry, facing an opponent who was stronger than herself, if she was still impetuous, she would lose faster.

Since the opponent is stronger than herself, she has to play to her strengths and avoid her weaknesses, so Fang Ying tried her best to give full play to her fast and fierce advantage, Su Yunjing couldn't break through Fang Ying's defense line for a while, so she could only stalemate like this.

Fang Zixuan, who was in the audience, couldn't help but nod slightly when he saw Fang Ying's performance: "Senior Sister Jiang, look at Senior Sister Fang, even if you meet an opponent stronger than yourself, you are still not timid, you have a degree of attack and defense, although you may not be able to win the opponent, but the opponent can't win easily." ”

Since you have no flaws yourself, then I will force you to show your flaws. Su Yunjing's eyes lit up, the spirit sword changed its defensive momentum, and the fast sword attacked Fang Ying quickly.

Fang Ying held the spirit knife steadily, her body flickered, and the spirit knife in her hand slashed or slashed or swept or teased, blocking all of Su Yunjing's rapid attack.

"Yes, this female disciple can still be so calm in the face of strong opponents, and she is indeed a talent. Elder Niu on the high platform exclaimed.

"It's true, you can catch up with the lack of strength, but this heart is indeed rare, if this woman doesn't fall, she will have some achievements in the future. Elder Luo said.

Seeing that her own rapid attack still failed to force out Fang Ying's flaws, Su Yunjing's brows furrowed slightly, her feet sped up, and the spirit sword stabbed at Fang Ying from a strange angle.

Fang Ying raised her knife to block.

Su Yunjing didn't wait for the swords to collide, and suddenly changed her moves in the middle of the way.

Fang Ying couldn't react, and with a hiss, the sleeve was cut off.