Fang Lang looked at the closed door and was slightly stunned.

Obviously, he was underestimated.

This is Song Qingyun from the Northern Xinjiang Academy, although it is not obvious, but it can be seen from the changes in mood before and after that you look down on him.

After all, most of the people who can participate in this sword competition are swordsmanship geniuses from various academies, and basically their talents are not too weak.

Fang Lang...... It's an anomaly.

Although he was underestimated, Fang Lang didn't care too much, he walked into his rest room and closed the door.

The rooms prepared by the Sword Shu Sect are very simple, a pot of tea, a pair of tables and chairs, and a bed.

It's not a luxuriously decorated place, and he entered the Sword Shu Sect for penance, not for pleasure.

Fang Lang has no intention of resting, the scientific examination is imminent, and now he still has no qualifications for pleasure and rest.

He took out the spirit crystal, crossed his knees on the bed, switched the cultivation status of the fetter object, and began to practice.

……

Following.

Fine.

The sword and sword competition of the Sword Shu Sect was officially opened.

The students of the academy who rushed to the academy from all over the world of Datang walked out of their respective rest rooms one after another, and in one night, the students all washed away the fatigue of the dust and dust, and adjusted their state to the best.

To be able to come to participate in the Sword Asking Competition, they are all swordsmanship geniuses in various academies, and they are standing here with curiosity about the Sword Shu Sect.

The top of Shushan Mountain.

The dense group of students stood quietly under the guidance of their respective team leaders.

Fang Lang met with Liu Bubai and Jiang Linglong, and Wen Jiaoxi was still a lazy look.

On the big flat, there is a palace tower.

A streamer of light fell from the sky, attracting the attention of all the students, a white-haired young man in white clothes fluttering, stepping on a brilliant sword, like a sword qi that swayed freely, smashed down from the nine heavens.

There was a soft bang, and the weight fell on the pavilion like a light.

He put his hands behind his back and his eyes scanned all the students on the big flat.

On the big flat, the sound of rustling suddenly spread.

"This is the deputy sect master of the Sword Shu Sect, known as the white-haired sword demon's Chao Xiaojian."

Wen Jiaoxi turned his head and introduced Fang Lang and the others beside him.

Not only Wen Jiaoxi, but also many of the leading teachers of the surrounding colleges are introducing the students of their own colleges.

Chao Xiaojian began to speak on the top of the pavilion, like a leader's speech, but without wasting too much time, Chao Xiaojian ended his speech, announced the beginning of the group battle of the Sword Competition, and led the first round of lottery for the teaching of each academy, as if he came in a hurry, and Edgeworth left in a hurry.

Wen Jiaoxi came back, and the expression on his face was relaxed.

He raised the lottery results in his hand: "Today is a team battle, two hundred academies, randomly divided into four groups of heaven, earth, Xuan, and Huang, each group of fifty academies, in the first round, we were divided into the Xuan group. ”

"In the first battle, the opponent is Xuzhou Academy, which is considered to be at the lower middle level among the 200 academies participating in this competition, which of you is on it?"

Wen Jiaoxi said with a smile.

Probably infected by his relaxed mood, Liu Bubai volunteered.

However, Wen Jiaoxi's gaze turned around, ignoring Liu Bubai and falling on Fang Lang's body.

"Fang Lang, you go."

Fang Lang was stunned for a moment, how could Wen Jiaoxi designate him to go?

Meanwhile.

When Wen Jiaoxi made this decision, a system prompt sounded in Fang Lang's ears.

"Ding!"

"Target task: Cultivation is not only double cultivation, but also hearty battles, in the Sword Asking Competition, defeat the target with swordsmanship in a row, complete eighteen consecutive slashes, you will get a reward [Double Sword Flow (Swordsman Specialization)]."

"Current Mission Progress: (0/18)"

When Liu Bubai on the side heard this arrangement, he straightened his neck excitedly, "Sir! Why don't you go to me? ”

Wen Jiaoxi's face froze, what are you talking about?

And Fang Lang reacted immediately, his eyes were bright, and he exploded the task!

Target...... Eighteen consecutive slashes!

In other words, Fang Lang needs to defeat eighteen participating students.

The difficulty of this task is not too big, but it is not small.

Once you encounter a powerful academy and a real demonic swordsmanship genius, the possibility of this task being cut in half is extremely high.

Therefore, Fang Lang had to seize any opportunity as much as possible.

"Old Liu! You are the hole card of our Luojiang Academy, how can you misunderstand the good intentions of Mr., how can there be a reason to use the hole cards as soon as they come up? ”

"Of course, you have to keep your hole card to deal with a strong enemy like Chang'an Academy, so that other academies can't see through the level of our Luojiang Academy."

Fang Lang said with a smile.

"So, in this first game, let me, who has mediocre swordsmanship, come."

As soon as Fang Lang's words came out, the atmosphere was a little awkward.

The corners of Wen Jiaoxi's mouth twitched, did I mean that?

Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil, seemed to be smiling.

On the other hand, Liu Bubai suddenly realized.

What Fang Lang said was so reasonable, he was speechless.

That's right!

Liu Bubai turned his head to glance at Wen Jiaoxi, only to find the depth of Wen Jiaoxi's eyes, and a touch of approval.

Liu Bubai took a deep breath and felt his own responsibility and pressure.

He once defeated Wen Jiaoxi with one sword.

He is the treasure of Luojiang Academy!

"I see!"

"Old Fang, don't worry, I'll give you a cover!"

Liu Bubai walked to Fang Lang's side and patted Fang Lang's shoulder seriously, Fang Lang also nodded solemnly, the two of them were like very good buddies, and their sincere comradeship burst out at this moment.

Jiang Linglong rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Wen Jiaoxi laughed heartily.

"Fang Lang, it's not in vain, you can rest assured, it doesn't matter if you lose, someone will give you a cover." Wen Jiaoxi had a smile in his eyes and glanced at Jiang Linglong.

Fang Lang also showed an expression that I understood.

……

Shushan Daping.

Gengumi, Ring No. 7.

The students of Xuzhou Academy and Luojiang Academy stood under the ring one after another.

In the ring, there was a referee arranged by the Sword Shu Sect, who was a disciple of the Inner Sect of the Sword Shu Sect, the three grades of the sword cultivation profession, and the strength of the Sword Gang Realm, so there was naturally no problem in maintaining the sword skill competition at the level of the sword apprentice.

Xuzhou Academy sent its first student.

Fang Lang also stepped into the ring with the stainless steel sword prepared for him by Wen Jiaoxi.

In the ring, compete in swordsmanship.

It's not a fight, but a real battle, since it's a battle, there is no soft-heartedness, and the rules of asking the sword are the same, as long as you don't make a fuss, you won't stop it.

"Xuzhou Academy, Sun Ming, Nine-Rank Sword Disciple."

The opponent was a burly man with a very thick steel sword in his hand.

Fang Lang sat in a green shirt, holding a stainless steel sword, and also seriously arched his hand: "Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, six-stage swordsman." ”

Just like Song Qingshu of the Northern Xinjiang Academy last night, he was surprised and disappointed when he heard Fang Lang report his own realm.

Sun Ming was surprised and even smiled like a leak.

Because he felt that his first battle was about to be won.

Although the sword is not based on strength, strength also has a lot of increase in swordsmanship.

The cultivation is not high, which means that the swordsmanship should not be very good.

"Luojiang Academy actually sent a sixth-stage swordsman to participate in the competition...... Is this self-defeating? Send me points? ”

Sun Ming grabbed the heavy iron sword and grinned.

When the words fell, they moved instantly, and the iron sword in his hand slashed up, and the momentum sank, and the air exploded with the blasting sound of the iron sword.

Fang Lang's face was pale, the stainless steel sword in his hand popped out, and the spirit void sword under his feet erupted, and his body began to be illusory like a ghost.

Sun Ming's sword swung several times, but he couldn't cut through Fang Lang.

Instantly.

Fang Lang appeared behind Sun Ming, with his back to Sun Ming, and the two were staggered.

And the sword in Fang Lang's hand had already pressed against Sun Ming's neck, pressing down slightly, pressing out a wisp of blood.

"Accept it, admit defeat."

Sun Ming's speed was too slow, and Fang Lang, who had the Spirit Void Sword Step, was good at using his sword flexibly.

Just when Fang Lang thought that Sun Ming should admit defeat, Sun Ming's eyes were red, he picked up the iron sword in his hand, the blade was cold, and he threw it towards Fang Lang behind him.

Fang Lang was forced to move away, his figure retreated rapidly, and the green shirt was cut open, and a little red overflowed slightly.

If he slows down any longer, he will be cut in half.

Fang Lang was slightly stunned, his eyes fluctuated, and after being stunned, he was a little stunned.

"Are you testing my soft-heartedness?"

Fang Lang took a deep breath.

This is a practice competition, not a competition, but a simulation of a battle, in the course of the battle...... Is there any reason to be soft-hearted?

At this moment, Fang Lang had a deeper understanding of cultivation.

Practicing warfare, life and death are only in a thought, and your kindness is likely to be cruel to yourself.

In the battle of cultivation, it is easy to die, and Fang Lang is afraid of death, he finally has the hope of becoming stronger and rising, he doesn't want to die, so he ...... Only to become cruel.

The battle continues.

Fortunately, Fang Lang still occupies the top points in terms of skills.

The two swords and shadows are intertwined.

Poof!

Suddenly, time stood still.

Fang Lang and Sun Ming staggered, standing with their backs to Sun Ming, this time, the sword in his hand pierced Sun Ming who did not admit defeat without hesitation, the tip of the sword penetrated the body, and the red blood gathered into beads, dripping on the tip of the sword.

"Throw in the towel." Under the ring, the teacher of Xuzhou Academy opened his mouth with a cold face.

The referee of the Sword Shu Sect came quickly and decided the winner, and Fang Langfang drew his sword.

Sun Ming was supported by the students of Xuzhou Academy who flocked to him, but fortunately, the Sword Shu Sect had already prepared a healing pill.

And Fang Lang was still standing in the ring, holding the blood-dripping sword obliquely, and said, "Next." ”

"Current Mission Progress: (1/18)"

Under the ring, another student of Xuzhou Academy took the stage in a hurry, with anger, wanting to avenge Sun Ming.

I reported the name of the academy, and I didn't even say the name, so I shot directly.

Fang Lang smiled kindly, and the Spirit Void Sword stepped up, his body like a dream.

After a few moves, the second student from Xuzhou Academy was pierced through his leg by a sword, shattered his leg bones, shot blood, and fell to the ground.

The second student was carried out of the ring.

And the second student, who had just been carried out of the ring, also rushed out, and was also the hole card of Xuzhou Academy, and rushed into the ring full of anger.

The indignant anger was like a hurricane howling.

Fang Lang calmly took a step back and started with the sword drawing technique!

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi's face showed a look of interest, Fang Lang is planning to make a string of three?

He didn't stop it, he wanted to see Fang Lang's potential.

And in the face of the strong sword blockade of the third student of Xuzhou Academy.

Fang Lang did not use the Spirit Void Sword Step anymore, but faced the battle with the incomparably confident skill of drawing the sword.

The boy borrowed the wind and broke ten thousand laws with one sword!

Poof!

The third student of Xuzhou Academy, the stainless steel sword in his hand was cut out of a gap and flew to the ground.

The swordsman realm specializes in the level of swordsmanship, and defeats the enemy with one move!

"Throw in the towel!"

Under the ring, the teacher of Xuzhou Academy had a gloomy face and immediately shouted!

Otherwise, with Fang Lang's previous ruthless performance, I am afraid that he will make up for it again!

Luojiang Academy...... It's ruthless.

PS: Big chapter, ask for a recommendation ticket, ask for a new book monthly ticket~