Gengumi, the first ring.

There are more and more onlookers in the academy.

Because the air was filled with the smell of saber rattling, and the smell of blood.

Lin Yun is not white in battle, Liu is not white and invincible, in swordsmanship, Lin Yun is much stronger.

In fact, this is nothing, the main thing is that Lin Yun hit Liu Bubai's head with the hilt of his sword again and again, insulting a sword cultivator's insistence on swordsmanship cultivation in an extremely humiliating way.

Fang Lang regards Liu Bubai as a friend.

Although Liu Bubai, a young man, is very confident in his swordsmanship, perhaps...... A little bit of a fascination of conceit.

But the essence is good, he kept saying that he wanted to take Fang Lang to lie down and win, but Fang Lang smiled and didn't say anything.

However, in this battle, Fang Lang could imagine what kind of blow it would inflict on Liu Bubai.

Fang Lang understands that this is the cruelty of cultivation, hundreds of boats compete for the current, and the winner will eventually step on the loser to reach the top.

The long-suppressed torrential rain finally began to vent.

With a bang, raindrops fell on the ring, falling apart.

Under the ring.

Jiang Linglong took an oil-paper umbrella out of nowhere, stood with the umbrella, the raindrops slapped the umbrella surface, and the girl frowned slightly, staring at Fang Lang in the ring.

She didn't quite understand why Fang Lang wanted to fight with her like this.

Fang Lang's swordsmanship level he knew that it was the top in the swordsman realm, but ...... This Lin Yun's swordsmanship is not ordinary, it is obvious that he has been trained from killing.

If it was based on Fang Lang's previous performance, drawing the sword technique and sword steps, he might not be able to win against Lin Yun.

However, Jiang Linglong still didn't compete with Fang Lang, because ...... She felt that Fang Lang might surprise her.

His gaze fell on the sword that Fang Lang held in both hands.

Hold both hands and hold two swords......

With two swords?

In addition to sword drawing and sword step...... Are there any other swordsmanship?

And give it to her...... Surprise?

……

Song Qingyun frowned, today's competition in Beijiang Academy has not yet started, he heard that his classmates talked about Luojiang Academy yesterday, so he came to take a look today.

I want to see if Fang Lang, who lives next door to him, is really as powerful as rumored.

"Donglu Academy...... Lin Yun, the disciple of the 'Donglu Sword Saint' who was rumored to be thrown into the 'Donglu Demon Que' to kill and cultivate? ”

"Kill people, kill demons, kill demons...... This is a real ruthless man. ”

Song Qingyun had heard of Lin Yun's name, even if it was the hole card of the Northern Xinjiang Academy, it would be extremely tricky to meet Lin Yun.

This Lin Yun is the object of key research by Chang'an Academy and Beijiang Academy.

Therefore, when Song Qingyun saw Fang Lang stepping into the ring, he shook his head regretfully.

Perhaps Fang Lang was indeed as good as rumored, with the swordsmanship level of the sixth-rank swordsman, he had a series of three in a row.

But in the face of Lin Yun, the odds of winning are probably less than one percent.

……

The rain began to fall.

Let the entire Shushan Mountain be covered with a layer of haze, like a rainy landscape, like a dream.

Hilltop Ring.

"Seventh-rank swordsman? Who do you look down upon? ”

After listening to Fang Lang's self-introduction, Lin Yun immediately sneered, and a touch of coldness flashed in his eyes.

However, he didn't underestimate the enemy, the seven-stage swordsman dared to enter the ring, there should be a few brushes, if he underestimated the enemy at will, he was afraid that he would have died in the Donglu Demon Que a long time ago.

Lin Yun's body shot out in the torrential rain, dragging the rusty sword in his hand, and strode towards Fang Lang.

The tip of the rusty sword rubbed against the ring, cutting the rain that fell like a beaded curtain in half!

The sudden heavy rain added to the cold atmosphere.

Lin Yun took a big step, the splash of water he stepped on splashed two feet, and the rusty iron sword in his hand was actually directly swung towards Fang Lang.

Lin Yun likes rainy days, because when it rains, his swordsmanship ...... will get stronger!

Boom!

The body of the rusty sword compressed the air, the air exploded, and countless rainstorms turned into a translucent rain sword under the swing of this sword, slashing towards Fang Lang.

Fang Lang held his double swords back, and his hair stuck to his forehead from the rain.

His eyes were sharp.

Sharp swords, sharp eyes.

Stepping forward, his figure suddenly became fluttering, and the spirit void sword step! It's hard to find!

Fang Lang was very calm, he knew that Lin Yun was very strong, but the stronger the opponent, the calmer he was.

"Toggle the Tether State."

Fang Lang Road.

When the system prompt popped up, Fang Lang completed the switch of the bond state, and his eyes became sharper and sharper.

In the state of fetter, Fang Lang is equivalent to having Ni Wen's root bones, which not only have value when cultivating, but also have great help in the process of fighting.

Because, sometimes, a good enough root bone can allow you to keep up with the opponent's speed, and even judge the opponent's combat awareness.

It's raining all the time!

The roar washed over the whole world.

Every raindrop that falls on the ground will burst out and scatter, making the entire Shushan mountain top hazy.

"Are you here to avenge that little white face?"

Lin Yun shook the rusty sword, and he felt the pressure that Fang Lang brought to him.

However, he was not afraid.

The rusty iron sword in his hand exploded with great force, pressing the air and smashing out a terrifying qi sword slash.

The raindrops that fell from the sky were cut in half by his qi sword, and the incision was smooth.

And the sword qi was whistling and slashing towards Fang Lang.

Lin Yun had never used his cultivation, this was the sword qi formed by pure strength!

Fang Lang's body was like a dream, and with a step on the sword, he instantly turned sideways and dodged a sword.

And Fang Lang and Lin Yun finally narrowed the distance, and finally collided!

Fang Lang jumped up in the rain, and the steel sword in his right hand slashed down.

While!

Lin Yun raised his hand and blocked it with a rusty sword like a rock, the corners of his mouth cracked, and his eyes radiated the light of a beast staring at its prey.

"You can also appreciate it...... The pain that the little white face has felt. ”

As soon as Lin Yun pushed his hand, the hilt of the rusty sword circled around Fang Lang's sword and smashed towards Fang Lang's head.

Just like when Lin Yun played and insulted Liu Bubai before.

However, Fang Lang seemed to have expected this move a long time ago, and the sword in his left hand also swept out, blocking the hilt of the sword thrown by Lin Yun, and the two sword bodies rubbed, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Fang Lang lifted his footsteps, and the soles of his feet were like swords, sliding out suddenly.

The sword qi under his feet burst out instantly.

Lin Yun's eyes shrank, and his body circled in place, bringing up the swirling rain, dodging the sword qi that slashed the raindrops.

Fang Lang's face was calm and ruthless, and in his eyes, there seemed to be a picture of memory blooming like a lotus.

……

The memories of the Twin Sword Streams spread like ink.

Fangfu compound, washed by heavy rain.

Fang Lang was wet with rain, holding two swords in his hands, constantly waving, the sword aura was like a rainbow, the sword rain was like a curtain, and every drop of raindrop was chopped by the sword, forming an impermeable sword net.

With the twin swords in his hands, he fought against the torrential rain.

He tried to stab the sword with his left hand, dance the sword flower with his right hand, and play with both swords.

Day after day, year after year.

……

Under the torrential rain, Fang Lang suddenly raised his head, and the raindrops on the tips of his hair were thrown away.

Crunch!

It was the sound of the twin swords being drawn.

The sword light is like flowing water.

Countless raindrops fell from the sky, and Lin Yun, who was facing the waves, suddenly felt that his breath was stagnant.

A sharp and sharp edge, as if against his throat, cut his heart and lungs!

Lin Yun couldn't care about playing Fang Lang like he played Liu Bubai, because he really felt the difference between Fang Lang and Liu Bubai.

He raised the heavy rusty sword in his hand and stood in front of him.

Fang Lang held the two swords in his hands and kept slashing down.

While!

Dangdang!

The two swords slashed down without stopping, not giving Lin Yun any time to breathe.

Between the swings, the clouds flowed, two swords, two sword moves, but they were fused in one person.

Lin Yun seemed to be forced to retreat into the abyss, gasping for breath in the cracks.

The sword is like a wave, wave after wave!

Fast!

It's so fast!

Fang Lang's twin swords, without the slightest condensation, the torrential rain sprinkled on the sky dome were all cut open, and they couldn't invade Fang Lang's body in the slightest!

Lin Yun...... Pressed and beaten!

Step by step, he stepped back in the ring.

……

The first ring of the Gengu group.

All around, there was a dead silence.

Only the roar of the torrential rain remained, but in everyone's ears, only the rapid chopping sound from the ring, which constantly made people breathe rhythmically!

The referee of the Sword Shu Sect had sharp eyes and stared at it mentally, he was afraid that if he was a little negligent, Lin Yun would be cut into meat sauce by Fang Lang's twin swords like a storm.

Jiang Linglong held an oil-paper umbrella, his veil flickered in the wind and waves, and his beautiful eyes flashed with surprise for the first time.

That's what it is...... Fang Lang's hole cards?

In the distance, Song Qingyun of the Northern Xinjiang Academy opened his mouth slightly, and only stunned and shocked were left on his face.

Many of the teachers in the college also turned their heads to look at the fierce battle, and were silent for a while.

After Wen Jiaoxi sent Liu Bubai for treatment, he came back quickly, and in the rainstorm, he happened to see this scene, and a touch of shock and weirdness finally appeared on his face.

"Draw the sword, sword step, double swordsmanship......"

"How did you practice?"

"This kid...... Is it a youkai? ”

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