Fang Lang was telling the truth, Jiang Linglong was the same as Liu Bubai.

After all, Fang Lang urged the [Enchantment Card] to bind Lao Jiang, and in the ring, it was equivalent to Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong fighting the enemy together.

Therefore, Jiang Linglong really didn't lie down to win, but just played in an alternative way.

And the willow is not white, it is really lying.

Of course...... Fang Lang didn't explain, just said it casually.

The duration of the [Enchanted Card], there was still a while, and Fang Lang was hesitating to compare the competition with the Northern Xinjiang Academy.

Otherwise, a [Enchanted Card] is wasted.

This is Fang Lang's first combat card so far.

……

After the oppressive silence, there is cathartic cheer!

Luojiang Academy will be black to the end, and then kill an old academy and advance to the finals!

And in fact, everyone knows that the suspense is gone.

When Fang Lang defeated Chang'an Academy in a series of three, everyone knew the final result, this time when he asked the sword competition, the first must be Luojiang Academy, he didn't run!

Because, another academy that was promoted, the participating students of Beijiang Academy, won a miserable victory against Bailu Academy!

Every student in the competition was injured and his condition was seriously declining.

If Luojiang Academy and Chang'an Academy fight, everyone is injured and their state is declining, then Beijiang Academy can still fight.

However, there was a Fang Lang, and the double swords won the three genius sword cultivators of Chang'an Academy, and there was even Lu Ze, the great-grandson of the drunken sword immortal.

Even if Fang Lang's state declined, Luojiang Academy still had a hole card existence.

So, how to win?

Beijiang Academy...... What to win?!

Do you want to fight for your life?

There is no need, the most heart-wrenching one, even if you fight, you may not be able to win, after all, even if the students of Beijiang Academy are in their heyday, they may not be able to win Luojiang Academy.

Distance.

The head teacher of Beijiang Academy let out a long breath, a little helpless and a little resolute.

This year's Luojiang Academy is the general trend and unstoppable.

As the leader of the team, he also has to think about the students' next personal battles.

Mainly, he received rumors that this year's Sword Shu Sect had implemented a reform of the competition system for individual battles, and it seemed that there was a great opportunity, so he felt that he was ...... If you can't get this first, it is better to give it out generously, save the strength of the students, and impact the personal battle.

……

In the area of Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang was still waiting for the last competition of the team battle.

Liu Bubai may have been hurt by his heart, turned his head, and ignored Fang Lang arrogantly.

Jiang Linglong is as reserved as ever as an iceberg should be, if you don't talk to me, I won't speak.

Fang Lang tried to communicate with Jiang Linglong about cultivation, but Jiang Linglong kept his cold and lack of interest, so he did not trigger his cultivation passivity.

It's not even a shallow exchange.

Fang Lang couldn't help but feel a little tired, but Xiao Wenzi was cute, and with a little effort, he could squeeze out something.

Wen Jiaoxi was called away by the referee of the Sword Shu Sect, and something seemed to have happened to the competition.

However, soon, Wen Jiaoxi walked back with a red face.

The eyes are full of excitement, and the spring breeze is proud!

"Not in vain!"

Wen Jiaoxi's eyes lit up: "The last one, you go!" ”

"Fang Lang, you hurry up and adjust your state and physical strength, and you will have a personal battle later, this time the individual battle...... Something. ”

Wen Jiaoxi looked at Fang Lang and said seriously.

As he spoke, he also glanced at Jiang Linglong, the reason why Jiang Linglong participated in this sword competition was because he had received the news in advance, so he deliberately participated in the name of Luojiang Academy.

Liu Bubai was stunned: "Huh? On me? ”

Was Wen Jiaoxi kicked in the head by a donkey?

Are you planning to mock the Northern Xinjiang Academy? Engage in the opponent's mentality?

Or is it for me to wear down the other person's strength?

Liu Bubai had mixed feelings in his heart, but he quickly figured out the key point, which should be to let him consume the other party's strength and pave the way for Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong!

Sure enough, don't you want me to lie down properly?

That's fine.

Liu Bubai got up, raised his head proudly, and took back the sword from Fang Lang's hand.

"Don't worry, I'm all in my hands."

Liu Bubai looked at Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong, and said inexplicably, I will definitely help you try your best to eliminate the strength of the students of the Northern Xinjiang Academy!

Fang Lang was a little weird, but Jiang Linglong's complexion didn't change much.

She looked at Liu Bubai's tragic back, turned her head to Fang Lang's ear, and muttered softly.

Fang Lang was stunned, and suddenly he was bored.

……

Liu Bubai came to the ring.

He clutched his sword tightly, his heart was both excited and resolute.

Song Qingyun of Beijiang Academy stepped into the ring, saw Liu Bubai, his expression was complicated, and he turned his head to look at Fang Lang in the area of Luojiang Academy.

He sighed.

"You've got two good teammates." Song Qingyun said.

"I lost."

Then, Song Qingyun arched his hand towards Liu Bubai, and with a little unwillingness, he turned his head and walked out of the ring.

Liu Bubai was stunned.

All around, there was an uproar.

Boiling and noisy.

Many academies were still waiting for the final battle between Beijiang Academy and Luojiang Academy, but they didn't expect to usher in such an ending.

It's so sudden.

However, the teaching and learning of many colleges is understandable.

Luojiang Academy has Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong, the two hole cards, with the state of Beijiang Academy and Bailu Academy, basically can't win, it is better to save strength and fight a personal battle.

In the ring.

Liu Bubai looked at Song Qingyun who turned his head and left, and wanted to draw his sword and call the other party to come back and compete with the sword.

He finally played last time, and the other party directly admitted defeat, what is the difference between him and lying down to win.

Song Qingyun went down, and the second student of Beijiang Academy took the stage.

"I envy you, just play once, or lose...... That's what it takes. ”

"I lost."

The other party turned around and left.

Liu Bubai covered his chest, his mentality was messed up.

The third student took the stage, the hole card of Beijiang Academy.

"Huh? Are you also a student of Luojiang Academy? I saw it for the first time, and I was fortunate to meet it. ”

"Help me bring a word to Fang Lang, I look forward to fighting him."

When the words fell, this hole card of Beijiang Academy happily admitted defeat and turned around and got out of the ring in a chic manner.

Liu Bubai covered his mouth and forcibly held back not to let himself cry.

His heart is full of holes.

He was forced to lie down and win.

This time, it was really forced.

His sword was polished, but no one could compare with him.

There was silence all around.

Ask the first place in the sword competition, that's it...... It's out.

Everyone's eyes looked at Liu Bubai, who was covering his mouth and crying in the ring, with mixed emotions, and he was excited about this child.

It wasn't easy to come first.

"Ask Sword Dabi Academy to be the first, Luojiang Academy!"

In the ring, the referee spoke loudly.

Around the ring, many students from the college also sent out congratulations.

Liu Bubai covered his mouth in a burst of congratulations, and was helped out of the ring by Wen Jiaoxi.

and the Luojiang Academy area.

When the referee announced that he was the first in the Sword Dabi Academy, the prompt sound of the system resounded in Fang Lang's mind.

"Ding! The host and the fetter, Jiang Linglong, work together to win the first place in the Sword Competition, generating a deep exchange in cultivation, triggering the passive cultivation and obtaining the reward [Cyan Reward Egg]. ”

Hey?

Is this also considered an in-depth exchange?

Old ginger seems to be better squeezed than expected.

Fang Lang's eyes lit up, the most important thing was that the reward this time was actually a cyan reward egg!

Smash the eggs!

Anyway, there was nothing to do, Fang Lang made a decision in an instant!

The cyan reward egg in the inventory was suspended in front of Fang Lang's eyes, and no one around him could see it, Fang Lang stretched out his hand to grab the golden hammer.

I'm smashing!

"Smack" a hammer down!

The shell of the cyan reward egg shattered, and countless white lights burst out of it.

Full marks for special effects!

The next moment, the shattered eggshell vanished.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining [Snap Finger Sword Wave (Sword Master Master's Mastery)."

"[Snap Finger Sword Wave] will be obtained through muscle memory and spiritual transmission, and the authenticity of swordsmanship will be solved from the causal level, so please rest assured that the host will practice."

Well?

It's a blast of swordsmanship again!

However, what surprised Fang Lang the most was that the swordsmanship that broke out this time was actually ...... Swordsman Mastery!

In my mind, there are memories that begin to surge, and countless tricks change.

……

The bamboo forest is leisurely, the breeze blows, and the rustle of the bamboo sea resounds.

Bamboo leaves are flying.

The boy stands, eyes closed, face sideways.

In the middle of the sound, the young man opened his eyes, and countless bamboo leaves scattered and flew in all directions under the strong wind, like a torrential rain.

The boy raised his hand, his thumb against his middle finger, and suddenly collapsed.

The aura in the body spewed thin from the fingertips, and there were ripple-like sword qi fluctuations from time to time, like a river rolling.

The flying fallen leaves are also swaying more and more in the sword wave of the fingers.

Day after day, year after year.

I don't know how the years have passed, and the boy has snapped his fingers thousands of times.

Someday.

The boy flicked his fingers again, like a small stone falling into the mirror lake, the ripples of the sword wave swept away, and the leaves all over his body fell into pieces.

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