Today's weather is a little dreary, and in the sky, thick dark clouds seem to be tumbling in the clear water.

Depressed, cramped, and makes people feel breathless.

Shushan Daping.

The first ring of the Gengu group.

Around the ring, there are many people around, compared to the first round of no one cares, the second round of the competition, has been regarded as a lot of attention, some of the colleges that were eliminated in the first round, the teachers will bring students to watch the second round.

This kind of viewing also has a lot of learning effect for students.

What's more, this first battle of the Xuan Group was the two college teams that advanced with a winning record in the first round.

Luojiang Academy and Donglu Academy, and its Middle East Lu Academy are even more veteran academies that can be qualified to call Chang'an Academy, so many students are looking forward to this battle and feel that this battle should be very exciting!

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi was dressed in white, carrying a sword box, and frowned slightly when he looked at Lin Yun who was standing in the ring.

Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil, also stared at him: "This student from Donglu Academy ......"

Before Jiang Linglong finished speaking, Wen Jiaoxi turned his head and looked: "You also feel it?" This Lin Yun ...... The smell of blood on his body was strong. ”

Jiang Linglong nodded solemnly.

Fang Lang on the side heard the conversation between the two, and he also put away his smile.

"Have you ever killed someone?"

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Fang Lang: "Is it strange that you have killed someone?" Practice...... It's not a stormy thing. ”

Wen Jiaoxi was just a sentence, and Fang Lang took a deep breath.

Fang Lang looked up at the ring and looked at Liu Bubai, who was standing opposite Lin Yun, his face was slightly solemn, so to speak...... Is it very likely that Liu Bubai will lose?

It's miserable......

I met such an opponent in my debut.

Fang Lang couldn't help but mourn silently for Liu Bubai in his heart.

A teenager who wants to take him to lie down to win, is not very lucky.

……

In the ring.

Liu Bubai is dressed in a strong suit, holding a luxurious long sword, with a delicate face, raising his head, with confidence.

"Luojiang Academy, Liu Bubai, nine-stage sword apprentice."

On the other side of Liu Bubai, Lin Yun from Donglu Academy grinned: "Those with fine skin and tender meat, when the sword is cut, the sound should be very good." ”

Liu Bubai raised his head, squinted his eyes, tensed all over, and smelled a sense of crisis.

"Donglu Academy, Lin Yun."

Lin Yun dragged the rusty iron sword, stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, he didn't report for cultivation, and there was a bit of a smile on his face.

Liu Bubai ignored it, raised the gorgeous long sword in his hand, and opened the swordsmanship starting style.

In fact, during the three-day special training of Wen Jiao, Liu Bubai's swordsmanship level has also improved a lot, and he is very confident.

However, Lin Yun inexplicably gave him a sense of depression.

In the sky, black clouds rolled.

It was as if there was a roar of thunder in it.

There was a low wind howling, blowing the sand and stones all over the ground, rolling and rustling.

The battle in the ring broke out in an instant.

The sword in Liu Bubai's hand was pulled out and a sonic boom was emitted, neither of them used cultivation, but with swordsmanship alone, it was actually extremely dangerous, and if he was not careful, his life would be involved.

Liu Bubai's sword attack was like a storm, and Lin Yun just lifted the rusty iron sword and easily blocked it.

"It's too slow, it's too weak."

"Is this the level of Luojiang Academy?"

"What a disappointment!"

Lin Yun held the heavy rusty iron sword with one hand, his cheeks were half hidden behind the sword, staring at Liu Bubai who kept drawing out the sword, and laughed coldly.

Liu Bubai's face was cold, the more he hit, the more dignified he became, and his face became more and more ugly.

Because, Liu Bubai could feel that Lin Yun's actual combat experience was very rich, and he could block his attack with the least strength and cost.

And Lin Yun's mouth also kept bursting out of ridicule words, constantly stimulating Liu Bubai.

Liu Bubai forced himself to calm down, but the swordsmanship in his hand still did not become disordered.

The swordsmanship genius of Luojiang Academy, after all, is not in vain.

Lin Yun also noticed this, and pursed his lips boringly.

The next moment, the original defensive posture changed, like a tiger, the bloody breath on his body was spurted, and the impact of Liu Bubai's movements was also stunned.

And Lin Yun took advantage of this opportunity to instantly bully Liu Bubai's body.

The heavy rusty iron sword in his hand was suddenly thrown.

smashed it hard at Liu Bubai.

Liu Bubai changed, and the sword in his hand was erected to block the sword.

While!

With a crisp sound, Liu Bubai only felt that the tiger's mouth holding his sword was numb, and he took a few steps back.

Lin Yun's sword is a heavy sword, such a smash, Liu Bubai almost couldn't bear it, however, if he changed the previous Liu Bubai, he might have suffered a loss, but after three days of special training, Liu Bubai also improved a lot, and immediately turned from offense to defense.

The rapier swings, impermeable.

"Yo, do you know how to defend it?"

Lin Yun grinned and smiled, like a jackal with everything under control, watching the prey step by step into the trap he had arranged.

Lin Yun held the rusty iron sword with his backhand and stabbed out with a sword.

Liu Bubai opened it with a sword.

However, the next moment, the willow does not change white.

saw that Lin Yun threw the sword out violently, and the metal hilt slashed across the arc and slammed on his head.

The skin is open!

The blood-stained hilt of the sword bounced back into Lin Yun's hand.

Blood streaked across the arc and stained Lin Yun's face, as if stimulating Lin Yun's excitement.

The clouds were roaring, oppressive.

Liu Bubai was a little stunned by Lin Yun's heavy sword hilt, shook his head, and blood splashed on the ring.

"You're not going to throw in the towel, are you?"

Lin Yun held the heavy sword and showed an exaggerated expression.

Liu Bubai raised his head, held the sword in his hand, and admitted defeat?

There's no way he's going to throw in the towel, it's his first fight!

Before the game, he also said that he would take Fang Lang to win, but he lost the first battle...... What other face does he have?

Could it be that he is not white, but becomes the one who is taken to lie down?

How could he choose to lie down and win?!

That's not his style!

"Go on."

Liu Bubai wiped away the blood, held the sword tenaciously, and said coldly.

Lin Yun grinned, and swooped out in an instant, full of oppressive force.

The rusty iron sword that was dragged was also thrown out fiercely.

Liu Bubai's eyes reflected Lin Yun's movements, and the next moment, his figure stepped to the side, and the sword in his hand stabbed to the ground.

The blade of the sword bent in a great arc.

This is Liu Bubai's sword technique at the bottom of the box.

A crisp sword groan.

The sword light flashed, Lin Yun felt the crisis, and the iron sword was raised, however, the sword light was drawn on his iron sword, but it was a bend, bent an arc, and swept over Lin Yun's chest.

Lin Yun's chest instantly exploded with a blood flower.

Lin Yun stared at his bleeding chest, and a strange and crazy smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

Rumble!

Lin Yun's speed suddenly became faster, the heavy sword was picked up, and when he slashed down, Liu Bubai also stabbed out with a sword, but soon, Liu Bubai changed, because Lin Yun didn't dodge at all, as if he was not afraid of death.

Liu Bubai's face is pale, and he can only hold the sword to block back!

However, Lin Yun repeated his old tricks.

The rusty iron sword slammed down, and the hilt popped out, smashing into Liu Bubai's head again.

Blood blooms!

The hilt of the sword bounced back, Lin Yun slapped it again, and the hilt of the sword smashed into Liu Bubai's head again!

Burst! Burst! Burst!

Once! Twice!

Three times!

The sound of bone cracking instantly spread from the ring.

The surroundings of the ring instantly fell into a deathly silence, and many onlookers of the academy were stunned.

Such a bloody picture made many students tremble physically and mentally.

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi's eyes instantly became sharp, and his body was filled with endless low pressure.

Jiang Linglong was wearing a veil and couldn't see her face clearly, but she could find that her eyes were getting colder and colder.

Fang Lang clenched his fists.

The smell of blood was thick and scorching in the air.

There was also Lin Yun's crazy laughter from the ring.

It's a teaser.

Liu Bubai gritted his teeth and was unwilling to admit defeat, he stubbornly waved his sword, while Lin Yun had been using swordsmanship skills, playfully smashing out the hilt of the sword and constantly knocking Liu Bubai's head.

Even though the blood was sprinkled and his face was pale, Liu Bubai still did not admit defeat.

Without touching the danger of his life, the referee of the Sword Shu Sect did not choose to make a move.

However, such a picture is silent for everyone who watches.

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi slapped his palm on the edge of the ring, and the bricks and stones of the ring cracked.

"Throw in the towel."

Wen Jiaoxi said in a low voice.

At the moment when Wen Jiaoxi admitted defeat, in the ring, the referee of the Sword Shu Sect appeared in front of Lin Yun as if teleporting, grabbing Lin Yun's hilt that had been stained with blood.

"That's enough."

"The first game, Donglu Academy, win."

The referee glanced at Lin Yun and said.

On the other side, Liu Bubai's nose was blue and his face was swollen, the flesh and blood on his forehead were blurred, and the blood was constantly dripping down his cheeks, and his steps were staggering.

"Come on, you...... You're coming again?! ”

Liu Bubai was still shouting.

Sou!

Sou!

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong appeared by Liu Bubai's side at the same time.

Both of them looked very bad-looking.

"I'm coming?"

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong were almost in unison.

The two were stunned.

Then, Jiang Linglong's long eyelashes trembled, and he took a step back, not arguing with Fang Lang.

Wen Jiaoxi had already floated to the ring, turned out a pill with a strong medicinal fragrance and stuffed it into Liu Bubai's mouth, and walked out of the ring with Liu Bubai in his hand.

When passing by Fang Lang's side, Liu Bubai's nose and face were swollen, what he cared about at the moment was not his own injury, and there was a little sadness in his eyes: "Prodigal son, I can't take it to lie down......"

Fang Lang smiled kindly and took the sword from Liu Bubai's hand.

With one in his left hand and one in his right hand, Fang Lang held a sword in both hands.

"It's okay, you can still lie down."

Fang Lang Road.

Liu Bubai closed his eyes and didn't want to speak.

Destroy, I'm tired.

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Fang Lang deeply.

Jiang Linglong also moved lightly, walked to Fang Lang's side, and said lightly: "Fight to the death?" ”

Fang Lang didn't say much.

Just one word back.

"Okay."

Jiang Linglong didn't stay long, and got out of the ring.

In the ring.

Lin Yun dragged the rusty iron sword that was still dripping blood, grinning.

"I heard that your Luojiang Academy likes a string of three?"

"What a coincidence...... I would also like. ”

The thunder tore through the sky of Shushan, and the dark clouds that had been dense and tumbling for a long time finally couldn't hold it back.

Raindrops the size of beans poured out of the black clouds.

Flying and smashing.

"Click" crisp sound.

Fang Lang held the long sword with both hands, looked at Lin Yun, and did not respond.

It's just that he has two swords in his hands, his face is expressionless, and his chin is slightly raised.

"Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, seventh-stage swordsman."

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