"The time has come, Weixun to Shi Qianjin, start!"

A figure flashed on the side, and one person turned over on stage.

Yan Moye looked at a person, and a training big knife in his hand was across his chest, but he still didn't open it.

"Huh?" Yan Moye found out that the Shi Qianjin on the stage was actually the person who had just been bullied in the canteen.

So what kind of drama does Wei Xun, who holds the sword, want to come up with? Yan Moye squinted his eyes and looked at Wei Xun carefully.

I saw that Weixun on the field was launching an offensive without pressure, and he began to use his vitality desperately at the beginning of the game? Yan Moye was stunned, so without common sense Dema?

Wei Xun grinned and launched an offensive against Shi Qianjin, who had been suppressed.

One will hide behind you, and the other will face the attack.

Shi Qianjin roared suddenly, and the unbladed broadsword in his hand slashed straight down. Although there is no blade, it is full of sword energy!

"What a strong sword qi!" De Bujian on the side was stunned, "An unedged knife can throw out such a strong knife qi, so if it is a real knife, how strong should it be!"

"Shhh

Yan Moye didn't speak, and silently remembered Shi Qianjin in his heart.

Shi Qianjin is still confronted by the threat, and the two are on par!

"Huh?" Yan Moye suddenly found that Shi Qianjin was in ...... Suppress your strength?

Although it is said that if you suppress the strength of the duel, first, you can ensure fairness, and second, you can sharpen your sword intent.

But at such a time, how can you take it lightly! Especially with a real sword on the other side!

Those who looked carefully could see that Shi Qianjin only needed to turn a little in the direction or deflect the knife a little bit, and he could break Weixun's offensive.

Full of flaws, no wonder the Wei Youfang above is still teaching desperately, but it feels useless to teach, Yan Moye's face was gloomy.

"Drink!" Shi Qianjin flipped his wrist, and a large knife slashed up obliquely flexibly.

Very basic, very simple. Yan Moye squinted his eyes, did he really keep his hand on purpose?

"It's too unbelievable!" the disciple on the side scolded angrily.

"Brother, what's going on?" Yan Moye leaned in.

"This Wei Youfang single-handedly arranged for the battle against the disciples, and he has negotiated with the other party's disciples more than once, and even threatened them off the field!" The disciple didn't see Yan Moye's face, and scolded angrily: "This Wei Youfang is really raised by a dog!"

Is it really a threat? Yan Moye touched his chin, so Shi Qianjin is also more auspicious. Yan Moye looked down and saw the disciple's sword on the side, and was silent.

I saw Weixun on the field roaring: "Mighty Quartet!" The sword light of a long sword in one hand was like a blooming rose, suddenly spreading out in all directions.

"What a rotten street name, it's been a few episodes and it hasn't changed. ”

Yan Mo Ye couldn't help but complain, and the words and deeds that had not been spoken on his chest also sneered and laughed, and said in Yan Moye's spiritual sea: "Or is my sudden rain of words and deeds poetic, alas, is it difficult to name it this year?"

Yan Moye didn't care about the ridicule of words and deeds in his head, and carefully studied the moves of the name of this rotten street.

"If a flower is not a flower, the sword gas transforms into shape. Yan Moye looked at it: "This kind of exercise can also gather sword qi, which is quite interesting." ”

With a soft sound of the "bell", the big dream in Shi Qianjin's hand suddenly fell, and one of the "petals" of the sword flower suddenly did not move when it was approaching, and was blocked by Shi Qianjin's sword qi!

With a loud roar from the other party, the big knife was suddenly pulled up, and the "petals" actually returned in the opposite direction.

"You!" Wei Xunqi's face turned blue, and he picked up his long sword and stabbed it desperately towards his opponent, straight without any resistance.

When the other party was about to fall with an absolute knife, there was a cough on the rostrum, as if inadvertently.

At this time, Shi Qianjin, who was holding a knife on the opposite side, suddenly shook, his face turned pale, and he put away his knife and rolled to the side.

Wei Xun smiled when he saw this, and the direction of the long sword suddenly turned around, stabbing straight towards the opponent who was half-kneeling on the ground, Shi Qianjin's eyes were wide open, and his body didn't react at all, the long sword was already close at hand!

I'm going to die here. Shi Qianjin let out a long sigh and closed his eyes unwillingly.

"Open your eyes, you can stand up without dying. A voice sounded as far away as the sky, but it was very clear.

Shi Qianjin was stunned for a moment, feeling that there was no pain in his body, how could he not die? When he opened his eyes, there was a man in white standing in front of him, with black hair in white clothes and hair blowing arbitrarily in the air, his emaciated body was straight, and his sharp eyes were staring at Wei Xun.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Wei Xun shouted frantically, his sword pointed at the other party.

"I'm Mo Ziye, and I'm the one who came to fight against you. "White clothes and black hair, fluttering long sleeves, a pair of thin eyebrows like willows, it is Yan Mo night!

Shi Qianjin was stunned, then thought of something, raised his hand and shouted to the rostrum: "I abstain!"

Yan Moye nodded after hearing it and stopped talking.

Wen Jing and Deng Aowen found that Yan Moye beside them had disappeared a long time ago, and Yao Yi smiled helplessly.

"Wow, my saber!" The disciple who was originally sitting next to Yan Moye saw the sword in Yan Moye's hand, and subconsciously touched his side, and couldn't help but pass out......

Only then did Shi Qianjin recognize that this was the man who had helped him today, and he couldn't help but feel hot in his heart.

"Brother, thank you, take care!" Shi Qianjin understood that he was just a burden next, hugged his fists, turned around and quickly went off the field.

"Now, it's our turn. Yan Moye raised the long sword in his hand and stared at the other party directly.

Weixun came to his senses at this time, "It's you again!"

Looking at the training long sword in Yan Moye's hand, there was a burst of joy in his heart, let you interrupt my gorgeous sword, see that I don't kill you! Suddenly, a killing intent came out from Wei Xun's body.

"Isn't the blade open?" Yan Moye lightly touched the blade of the sword, sighed slightly, and ignored the threat in front of him with a distorted face.

"Ahh

"It's too murderous, garbage. Yan Moye said lightly, and shook the long sword in his hand slightly.

The next moment, the person was gone.

"What's going on!" Wei Xun felt threatened, and desperately looked around, but there was no one.

"I'll use my own swordsmanship. A faint voice rang out from Wei Xun's ears.

Weixun looked to the side in horror, so frightened that he was panting desperately, in front of him - no one!

"I'll do it the easiest way. "Another sound appeared on the field, and it exploded in the ears of everyone in the field!

"I will enclose the ground as a prison, use the sword as a tombstone, and set up a tombstone for you!"

Then there was a long groan—"Last Night Sword Technique!"

"Qingyun asks the sky and returns!"