On the high platform, several mansion dignitaries glanced at each other, and they all frowned.

Sun Xingwu groaned: "Ahem, there is no rule that you can't admit defeat...... However, this is indeed a bit of a victory. ”

"Hahaha, Lanchen Daoyou, this girl is generous, and she casually gave up the quota of your Star Mansion. ”

"Humph!"

Xingfu Mansion Venerable Lanchen glanced at the speaker unhappily, and said angrily, "I think Qiu Jingsheng should be allowed to compete with him again." ”

"It's good, you have to fight a real battle to show the true meaning of the competition!"

"That's true. ”

Several quickly reached a consensus and passed down the will.

Qiu Jingsheng was allowed to win, and he was overjoyed, and jumped on the sword test platform with a cruel smile.

This sick Ling Xiaojian, he doesn't care about it, even if he once had a great name?

The phoenix that falls into the grass is not as good as a chicken!

Today, let him cut it off from the sword and turn it into his own stepping stone, and by the way, save some of the face he lost just now.

His gaze did not fall on Nan Ming, but squinted at Nan Yin in the audience.

According to past practice, those who have stepped down cannot take on the stage to challenge again. This time, it was purely to show fairness that Qiu Jingsheng came to power again.

In other words, this woman just gave up the opportunity for nothing, which is extremely stupid.

How could he not be able to beat a boy who had lost all his skills?

"Senior Brother Nan, I heard that you are in poor health, so don't come to join in the fun on this occasion, right? The sword has no eyes, I'm afraid that if I accidentally hurt you, it will be difficult to explain......"

Qiu Jingsheng pretended to be concerned, but there was a smile in the corner of his eyes that could not be concealed.

This expression fell on Nan Ming's eyes, and it couldn't help but be a little funny.

He was secretly assessing the man's rank.

Listening to the descriptions of the people around him, this Qiu Jingsheng is a rookie with a slight name, but he can't even beat his weak chicken sister, so he shouldn't be smart, right?

- Then one trick is solved.

After the assessment, he realized that he knew what he knew, so he said to Qiu Jingsheng: "Since I am already standing on the stage, I have no complaints about life and death." Senior Brother Qiu doesn't have to worry about it, let's let the horse go. ”

"Where's your sword?"

"No need. ”

Qiu Jingsheng only thought that he was looking down on himself, his face was slightly gloomy, and his heart was angry.

But he is not a pedantic person, and if he is afraid that bullying an unarmed weak person will damage his reputation, he will not even ask. Since the other party is so big, it's none of his business.

"You brought it on yourself!"

Qiu Jingsheng secretly used spiritual power, infused the sword body, and attacked towards the south without saying a word, and the speed was extremely fast.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his mind was dazed, and his consciousness seemed to be pulled into a long river of coldness, and he forgot where he was and what he was doing.

"Hahu ......"

As if the drowning man had been pulled to the surface of the water and saw the familiar light of heaven again, he gasped for breath, and when he came back to his senses, he found that his face had been pressed against the cold blue rock.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

Qiu Jingsheng staggered to his feet, kicking his sword. He saw a black-shirted and black-haired teenager in front of him, and that familiar face suddenly recalled his memory.

"I ...... When am I defeated?"

He stood there with a pale face, his heart sank, and he suddenly shouted, "No, what kind of demon trick have you used? This is a shameless plot! I don't accept it-"

"Jingsheng, you've already lost, go down. ”

A majestic and quiet female voice came from the high platform, it was Fuzun Lanchen.

Her face is not very good-looking, after all, her own protégé was defeated too quickly, and it was really embarrassing. However, thinking of Fang Cai's sharp and weird sword intent, he had to admit that Qiu Jingsheng was unjustly defeated.

That sword intent was formless and substantial, instantly passing through Qiu Jingsheng's divine soul and crushing his consciousness.

It is extremely fast, so fast that it has no time to react, it is a flash of light, and it is extremely strong, condensing the will of the sword like a rock, destroying the withering and decaying, and invincible.

It was a mental battle, and Qiu Jingsheng undoubtedly lost completely.

"What a genius!"

Sun Xingwu suddenly sighed, and felt even more sorry in his heart, "Disasters fell from the sky, suffering his mind, straining his muscles and bones, and the soul searching technique not only destroyed him, but found another way to achieve his kendo ......"

With his knowledge, he has seen that Nanming's sword intent not only contains the will of the sword, but also the comprehension of the soul path.

The sword of the soul attacks the soul of the opponent.

If the opponent's will is slightly weak, he will be instantly defeated, and there is no room to fight back. With such a terrifying sword, even he in the Divine Realm felt threatened.

Why isn't such a genius his own disciple?

Nanming stood on the stage and watched Qiu Jingsheng unwillingly walk off the sword test platform, and after a long time, no one came to the stage.

He felt a little bored. But he's always been patient.

What's more, this waiting time is nothing compared to his long life.

"Why didn't anyone come on stage? No, did you just let him win?"

"Even Senior Brother Qiu is not an opponent, and it will be in vain for me to wait. ”

"Maybe it's the end of the crossbow, you see, his face is a little wrong......"

"Don't worry. The really powerful ones haven't shot yet, don't forget a few demons in Doufu......"

It's a strange feeling to be surrounded by a swarm of whispering ants and talk about yourself without hesitation.

Even, he heard some female disciples' ridiculous and playful words, which were explicit and heartwarming.

He stood quietly with a calm expression, as if he was standing on the top of a mountain that only allowed one person to stand alone, everything around him had nothing to do with him, and there was only the solemn sound of the wind in his ears.

Unconsciously, the surrounding sounds also faded down.

It's like being suppressed by his aura, and even whispering has become a kind of blasphemy.

A passage suddenly cracked in the crowd, revealing the figures of the two of them walking slowly one after the other.

"It's the chief of the Dou Mansion, Ling Yueyao!"

Someone exclaimed, and Nan Ming followed the prestige, and it was a woman who walked in front.

She was not tall in stature, had a rare short hair, and carried a large knife that was a head taller than herself, straight as a mountain peak, wide as a door, and extremely heavy at first sight.

And her steps are very light, calm, revealing a domineering momentum.

It seems that everything that stands in front of her will be crushed and cleaved, and many people will take it away from it unconsciously.

Nan Ming watched her walk to the bottom of the sword test table, but she didn't seem to mean to come up.

There was another person behind her, who had been ignored just now, but at this moment, he stepped up to the stage first, and looked at Nan Ming from afar.

Nan Ming felt that this person was a little familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that this was the cheap cousin I had met in the Nan family, Nanxianfeng.

This person is cold.

His face was very cold, the clothes he was wearing were as white as frost, and the straight knife in his hand was as cold as the moon.

In the crowd, the jade-faced boy under the silver silk umbrella showed brilliance: "These two people are the disciples of the Doufu?"

"Yes, Childe. ”

The maidservant Ying'er has already inquired, "I heard that every time the martial arts meeting of the school palace, the fighting house is the first to decide the winner internally, and there are two places in the Wucheng branch this year, so they will send two people to the stage." And the final promoters are most likely these two people. ”

"It's arrogant, but if you have the strength, it doesn't hurt. ”

She looked at the two people below and thought about it.

This time, he secretly went out of the house without his father, not only to travel around and increase his knowledge, but also to have a bit of a desire to attract talents. coincided with this Yunliu Academy Palace competition, so she was curious to see it, and it really made her find some eye-catching characters.

Compared with the Ling Xiao Sword praised by her master Qi Yunzi, she admired this white-clothed swordsman and Ling Yueyao more.

That kind of cold arrogance, and the domineering of everything, is so heartbreaking. Compared to them, the light and breezy Nanming is really too imposing.

"These two people, if they were my guards, would not lose their majesty. ”

The jade-faced boy thought to himself.

On the sword test platform, the south string wind slowly drew the knife, and the cold sword light poured out of the sheath, which made people's hearts shake.

This knife is called Taxue Hongmei, it is the saber of his master Sun Xingwu when he was young, tempered with cold iron, condensing a part of his martial will, and the power is different from ordinary magic weapons.

And he pulled the knife halfway through, but stuck it back in.

"You don't use a sword, and I don't use a sword. Nanxianfeng said.

Nan Ming glanced at him lightly, curious in his heart, could this be the so-called martial arts bones?

Accustomed to being crusaded by any means necessary, this is a little new.

The people who have always wanted to kill him have done everything they can, without reservation. If he was willing to tie his hands, those fellows would be very happy, and they would never pay any attention to fairness and morality.

It's rare to meet someone who can make himself, and Nanming decided to give him some preferential treatment - two tricks to solve.

"Your sword is in your hand, and my sword is in my heart. He said.

A faint word came from the audience, it was Ling Yueyao's voice: "He is right. If you don't use a sword, you will be defeated. ”

“...... Good. ”

Nan Xianfeng glanced at her, and then looked at Nan Ming.

The palm of the hand was placed back on the hilt, and this time it was not sluggish, but it was drawn directly from the sheath.

Chill the ground!

Nan Ming's eyelids drooped slightly, as if he was attracted by the sword light.

In fact, he was thinking about how to keep the other party from being knocked down by one move, after all, he said that two moves would be solved, and one less move would not work.

His gaze fell on Nanxianfeng's knife.

I had an idea in my mind.

The majestic sword intent poured out, like a fierce wind slashing towards the cold moonlight.

Nanxianfeng only felt that something was blowing in his heart, his consciousness paused for a moment, and then with a light in his hand, the knife was broken in two!

“......”

Rao is in the realm of his heart, and he can't do it without being shocked.

On the high platform, Sun Xingwu stood up suddenly, with incredible shock in his eyes. The snow stepping red plum that condensed part of his sword intent was actually broken?!

The sword intent is invisible, not to cut the body, but only to kill the soul.

But if the soul of a knife is cut off, all that remains is an empty shell. Magic weapons and swords are spiritual, and it is not surprising that they cut off their bodies.

However, doesn't that mean that his sword intent was defeated by Nan Ming's Soul Slaying Heart Sword?