A woman can give up her face, give up her long hair, give up her most youthful and beautiful years to practice swordsmanship diligently, do you say that such a person is powerful, terrible or not?

Before Pan Wu defeated Qin Guan, the odds of betting on Nafeng to win the championship had always been lower than him. And the wind girl does have the ability, and she wins lightly all the way.

There were three people from the Sword Sect, and one of them was unlucky, he encountered the wind in the last round, and the two of them fought inwardly, and the wind also won lightly.

Really as Chang Yuehua said, her sword was faster than Qin Guan's sword.

Another day later, the fifth round of martial arts began, and there were only seven matches on this day, and one person had a bye.

However, the seminarian who had a bye in this round did not need to be happy, because there were still opponents who belonged to him. When the top seven finishes are over, the seven men will have a six-day break.

The defeated seven people and the one with the bye re-draw lots to determine the opponent of the competition, and the top three will be determined by two and two, and the first seven people will be added to make up for the top ten.

If there is no accident, this time when they go north to Guancheng, it will be the ten masters who will be decided by the ten of them against Jiang Guo.

It's a pity to say, Yang Linshan, Qin Guan, He Zudao, each of them has the ability to be in the top ten, but they were all eliminated by Pan Wu, I really don't know if they are unlucky, or Pan Wu is unlucky, they always meet masters.

Now I have to add that wind again.

Nafeng did look like a tomboy, with short hair and half-body soft armor, standing quietly in the ring, with his long sword behind his back. By feeling, the wind seemed to be more like a sword than the sword behind her.

Pan Wu was still protected by black armor, and he looked at the tomboy opposite, do you need to be so calm?

Na Feng's calmness was beyond his imagination, and when the ceremonial officer introduced his name and announced the start of the game, Na Feng was also motionless, just looking at Pan Wu.

One stop lasted five minutes, and the onlookers were already clamoring, and the wind was still standing quietly, and the long sword was still behind him.

I don't know why, Pan Wu is particularly clear about one thing, as long as he dares to move, the next moment, the sword of the wind must be nailed to his throat.

So he didn't move, and the two of them stood quietly in the ring for five minutes.

This proves once again that as long as Pan Wu is on the field, the process will not be very good-looking.

The fifth round of the contest was even more exaggerated, as if there were two sculptures standing in the ring.

Five minutes later, the wind looked at Pan Wu a few more times, and suddenly raised his hand and said, "I want to pause." ”

Can you pause? Pan Wu looked at the referee curiously.

The referee was also surprised, looked at the wind, and turned to look at the night.

Ye Qi didn't pay attention to him at all, that deputy sect master of the Martial Sect Mansion was not more reliable than the sect master Qin Guanzhong.

The referee hesitated for a moment and asked Pan Wu, "Do you agree?"

Pan Wu had no opinion, nodded in agreement, and then stopped the game.

Na Feng first untied the long sword behind his back, then took off his soft armor, squatted down and carefully tied his shoelaces, and after getting up, he moved a little and pulled out the long sword...... As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the wind changed instantly, giving people the impression that it had changed from a person to a sword, or a sharp sword with an unsheathed handle.

Na Feng was just about to say to the referee, but Pan Wu realized that something was wrong and immediately shouted: "Wait." ”

The wind turned to look at him. The referee also looked at it with questions, and Pan Wu said, "I also have to take off my armor." ”

Even the best armor can hinder movement, just as having an extra thing in your pocket can affect your run, which is an ever-present problem. In order to cultivate real masters, many sects let their disciples grow up in armor, just to get used to it.

The Sword Sect is an exception, few of the masters of the Sword Sect wear armor, and most of them are dressed in white and a silver sword.

At that time just now, Nafeng had been calculating, calculating the odds of taking the initiative to attack, and there was little hope in the calculation, so he decided to fight, take off his armor and fight again.

Pan Wu doesn't need to calculate, he is instinctive. After seeing the wind in light clothes, he immediately felt a sense of danger, so he also took off his armor.

It's a hassle for him to wear and even more trouble to take off, so he has to leave the ring and find a room. One more thing, there were no clothes in the armor, so I temporarily borrowed Yu Yang's clothes.

Yu Yang had no choice but to wear underwear and trousers, holding armor, and stand far away to watch Pan Wuwu's martial arts competition.

Pan Wu, dressed loosely, returned to the ring, and the referee asked if the two were ready, and after receiving an affirmative answer, they continued to compete.

This time, Nafeng no longer stood in a daze, and bowed slightly towards Pan Wu, before his head was raised, the long sword in his right hand had already stabbed out.

Fast, really fast.

Fortunately, Pan Wu was not slow, when the wind stabbed out with a sword, he had already stood to the side, and then slapped it at will.

I didn't hit it, but the wind sword was indeed ghostly, as fast as lightning. It was clearly in front of him and under his hands, but after a slap, the sword was gone.

Pan Wu was also very happy, not looking for a sword, not looking for someone, his body continued to rush out in the original direction, and instantly stood on the edge of the ring.

The moon knife turned into a flying knife and shot, and the person was facing the outside of the ring, and the knife shot out backwards.

The wind was really following behind, seeing the flying knife shooting, he didn't think much about it at the moment, his wrist shook slightly, and the tip of the sword found the Ruyue knife, and the two collided, making a dinging sound, and the Ruyue knife was picked up.

Seeing this scene, Pan Wu sighed secretly, his luck was still bad.

Ruyue Knife is a fifth grade, and the opponent's long sword is a fourth-level, in the plan, I hope that the sword blade will pick the blade, maybe it will break the opponent's long sword, but unfortunately it didn't succeed.

Pan Wu would not casually throw out the talisman weapon, after the Ruyue Knife made a move, his whole person suddenly turned around, and he saw that the Ruyue Knife was picked up.

In a duel of masters, every moment can change the tide of battle. At the same time that the wind picked up the Ruyue Knife, Pan Wuxin sighed secretly, but his footsteps slammed on the ground, and rushed towards the wind.

The wind picked up the Ruyue Sword, and the blade pointed forward again, and she was also ready to chase after it again. At this time, Pan Wu arrived.

Pan Wu also took off his armor, his body returned to its natural state, and returned to the most relaxed state, at this time, he burst out with all his strength and appeared in front of the wind.

The wind's expression remained unchanged, and the long sword slashed out horizontally.

There is no chance, no matter how good the weapon is, it can't match the fist, the hand is the most flexible and convenient weapon for a person, the wind slashes a sword, Pan Wu can't dodge it at all, and the big fist slams into the left side of the wind's face.

The wind is very hard, and it is also very crazy, she knows that Pan Wu will fight over, but in her heart she wants to try who is crazier, it seems to be a life-for-life tactic, she swept the sword into Pan Wu's waist, and if she was lucky enough, she would cut off her waistbone.

On the other hand, Pan Wu's punch, no matter how powerful Pan Wu is, is only a second-level cultivator, and she is a third-level cultivator, she is not required to be able to resist Pan Wu's attack, as long as she is not killed, she will win.

This is something that no one expected, including Pan Wu and Nafeng before the war.

So the next moment, that wind cut into Pan Wu's waist with a sword, but unfortunately only cut into a wound as thick as his little finger. It's not that the strength is not strong enough, it's not that the sword is not sharp enough, it's that Pan Wu's fist is too ruthless, and Pan Wu's body is really strong!

The strong body slowed down the speed of the sword cutting into the flesh, and the ferocious punch knocked over the wind, and the sword lost its power and stuck in Pan Wu's waist like that.

After a punch, Pan Wu pulled out his sword, watched the red blood flow out slowly, wiped the wound casually, held down his clothes, and turned his head to look at the wind.

For the first time, the woman showed weakness, lying on the ground and wriggling her body, trying to get up with the strength to stand up, but she couldn't. It took a while to get up slowly.

Pan Wu reversed the sword body, pinched the tip of the sword and sent it over, the wind took a deep breath, reached out to hold the hilt of the sword, and his hand trembled a little?

Pan Wu's punch is really too fierce, can he beat people like this?

That wind still wanted to fight again, Pan Wu suddenly spoke: "I suggest you admit defeat, I will wait for you to count five, if you don't admit defeat, I will defeat you again." ”

Of course Nafeng doesn't admit defeat, what he said in his heart is that you want me to admit defeat, why do you want me to give me a sword?

Pan Wu didn't speak, raised his right hand high, clenched it into a fist, and slowly stretched out his index finger, then his middle finger, ring finger, little finger, and finally his thumb.

That wind was really fierce, worthy of being a female disciple of the Sword Sect, and she was preparing to make a move when Pan Wu stretched out his hand to point the count. When Pan Wu stretched out four fingers, she took a small half step forward, and then stabbed straight with her sword.

Almost at the same time, Pan Wu extended his thumb.

At this moment, Pan Wu's right hand was raised high, and the wind sword had already stabbed quickly.

Pan Wumeng took a step back to widen the distance, and the sword of the wind pierced into the air.

Of course she had to continue chasing the thorn, but unfortunately Pan Wu wouldn't give her that much time. The five numbers just now are already the maximum tolerance.

The wind paused slightly, rushed forward, and the long sword stabbed at Pan Wu again.

The speed is much slower now, compared to the fast sword just now, just now it was like throwing a stone out, and now it is like throwing a feather out, which is not the same thing at all.

Pan Wuke doesn't care if you are a man or a woman, and it doesn't matter if you throw a stone or a feather, since you don't listen to what you say, you have to solve the problem simply and quickly.

Another punch!

Let the body that rushed forward with the wind, and when it passed by, a fist smashed back on the back of the wind's head, and the wind finally succeeded in fainting.

He was beating a woman, and he was beating so cruelly, and he was beating cruelly after gaining an advantage, and there was a roar in the audience.

Pan Wu didn't seem to hear it, stood quietly for a moment, and then jumped out of the ring to find the Ruyue Knife.

He won again, five rounds in a row, and let go of five masters in a row, but after winning the game this time, no one cheered or applauded, only a scolding.

Even on the way back to the inn, even Yu Yang and Liu Xiangyi said: "There is no need to fight that punch in the end, if you want to win, don't you just give her a sword?"

Pan Wu said: "It has nothing to do with me, everything is her own choice." ”

Wu Luoyu said: "It sounds reasonable, but in fact, it's all wrong! You have obviously won, you have to return the sword to her, if you are in her position, so many people are watching, you will definitely continue to fight, it is a matter of face! Dignity is more important than life!"

Pan Wu glanced at her: "You are wrong. ”

"Am I wrong?" Wu Luoyu asked.

Pan Wu said: "A person, the most important thing is to live, no matter how proud you are, what a great dream, you must live, I do this to her today, I hope that in the future, on the battlefield, in the duel arena, she will not make this kind of mistake again, this is a fool's doing!"

Then he added: "In today's ring, if I switch places with Nafeng, I will definitely throw in the towel." ”