"Newborn calves do seem to have the ability to not be afraid of tigers." Emperor Mingxuan nodded slightly, and the thoughts in his heart were more affirmed......

"But, damn it. Who am I? I am the most outstanding disciple of the Fire Sword Sect, and I am Wei Qing. How could I lose, how could I lose......" Wei Qing, who was lying on his back, was awakened by a breath of turbidity, his chest was very stuffy, and he couldn't make any strength in his whole body. He hated in his heart, hated his own incompetence, and hated the strength of his opponent.

It is precisely this extreme resentment, with the blood flowing from multiple wounds on the body, that the dazzling flame that has been extinguished has the potential to rekindle.

"If you are defeated, don't do it again, otherwise it will affect your future martial arts. Just as a trace of true qi was born again in the wounded meridians in Wei Qing's body, the cold sword blade also landed on his neck.

The smoke and dust cleared, and the people in the distance finally saw the situation in the field clearly, a young man in a white shirt but dyed red in many places pressed his sword against his opponent's neck. Looking at his panting appearance, I am afraid that the earth-shattering counterattack just now consumed his great body.

However, his opponent is even worse than him. Not only was his clothes tattered, but he couldn't find a place on his body that didn't bleed.

Just now, when he was in the sword, the sharp golden thunder completely destroyed his defense, and the extremely violent Wuji Golden Thunder was all over his body, for the anger of nature, the Wuji Golden Thunder was absolutely pervasive, even if it was pores, even if it was skin, it would blow up its openings......

The cold sword body caused a trace of cold aura to appear in Wei Qing's chaotic brain. Feeling the coolness after the extreme pain in his whole body, Wei Qing finally knew that he was really defeated.

"Can you tell me, why is your thunder and lightning so domineering?" The flame that had just ignited around Wei Qing's body was extinguished again, and when he came to his senses, he knew that if he forcibly urged the true qi in his body again, his meridians would definitely be overwhelmed and broken inch by inch. In that case, you will become a waste......

"It's a weapon of God. After Lin Yu dropped this sentence, he turned around and walked towards Nangong Ming. Although he didn't feel pain at this moment, his trembling legs were telling him, and his body was on the verge of exhaustion......

"Lin Yu, win!" Chu Yilin's deep voice followed, if you listen carefully, you will hear his masculine voice, and at the same time, there is a sense of awe. Even if he was once a martial arts champion, but looking at the young man in front of him who was younger but more powerful than himself back then, his martial heart was touched for the first time.

"Lin Yu, you kid is too powerful. Nangong Ming stared at the faint thunder mark in the middle of Lin Yu's head, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

"Hehe, there are more powerful ones, just keep them for you. Lin Yu laughed, even though he looked tired, his heart was also full of satisfaction.

In this battle with Wei Qing, Lin Yu finally used the power of Wuji Golden Thunder to the maximum. Unexpectedly, this furious golden thunder with a sharp aura was actually so powerful. And just now because of the external force that triggered that thunder mark, that feeling of emptiness has not come for a long time.

Every time his family seal is stimulated, Lin Yu will definitely have a feeling. This time, too. It's just that when Lin Yu was talking to Nangong Ming, the silver mark also slowly faded until it disappeared......

"In the next battle, Zhongzhou Nangong Ming will face Fu Donghai in Wujian Valley!" Xu did it on purpose, and after leaving a stick of incense for everyone to talk about the fierce battle just now, Chu Yilin shouted loudly.

"Xiao Ming, this time you want me to see your Nangong family's elegant swordsmanship. Lin Yu punched Nangong Ming's chest, his eyes full of encouragement.

"Haha, after I prove that the Nangong swordsmanship on the rivers and lakes is the most elegant and agile, I will return your punch. Nangong Ming smiled slightly, turned over and rode a snow-white healthy horse, and pulled the reins in his hand and walked towards the field.

"Zhongzhou Nangong, please!"

"Dancing Sword Valley, please!"

Before Chu Yilin announced the start of the exam, the two urged the horses to go towards each other, and even the posture of the bow occurred at the same time.

Nangong Ming's tightened bowstring suddenly let go, and the three sharp arrows that were clasped together on the string carried a cyan cyclone, and instantly headed towards the opponent.

As if they were competing against each other, Fu Donghai also fired three arrows at the same time. The six sharp arrows collided in the air and landed one after another. However, if you look closely, you will find that Nangong Ming's arrow actually knocked away the opponent and flew out for a while before losing its strength.

"Haha, come again!" Nangong Ming's slender fingers quickly took out the arrow from the quiver, and the cyan cyclone struck again.

This time, Nangong Ming no longer fired three arrows at once, but one after the other. The first one was shot down by Fu Donghai, and the second one was also knocked away by it, but the third one was a sharp arrow that slammed into the way of the way, and rushed straight towards the opponent with the cyan light.

Fu Donghai was short, and the wind-like arrow slashed across his scalp and headed behind him. Under this breath, Nangong Ming's wind-like figure finally rushed in front of him.

Ding! Dao sparks splashed, and Fu Donghai's earthy yellow sword flashed upward, just blocking Nangong Ming's sword. The two of them seemed to have long planned to stop fighting each other with long weapons, and as they were bent on swords, the bare spear by the saddle seemed to be a burden.

"Herod!" Just as the two people galloping at high speed staggered by, the white horse under Nangong Ming's crotch suddenly stopped, raised and kicked Fu Donghai's mount with a slam on the buttocks.

Fu Donghai's horses were in pain, and they were suddenly shocked. No matter how hard Fu Donghai tried to press it, he still couldn't control some of the mounts that were about to get out of control.

"Hehe, Bai Ayazi, I didn't expect you to be faster than me. Nangong Ming patted the head of the frightened horse, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Damn!" Seeing that the horse was frightened, Fu Donghai decisively gave up control, kicked his feet on the horse's back, and flew directly to the back.

"Go!" Fu Donghai struck with a sword, and the sword in Nangong Ming's hand was about to meet it as soon as he flipped over.

"En, despicable!" Nangong Ming saw the other party's path clearly, where was this aimed at himself, and the trajectory of the sword was completely following his white horse.

This person is so eager to repay him, and a trace of chagrin flashed in Nangong Ming's heart. The figure jerked upward, and kicked the white horse at his feet. When the horses learned of their master's intentions, they immediately spread their hooves and ran to the side.

An interesting scene appeared immediately, Fu Donghai saw that his intentions were recognized, and he hurriedly fell to the ground to concentrate and calm down. On the other hand, his frightened war horse was chased by the opponent's white horse and ran all over the field, and from time to time he had to be hit by a hoof.

"Herod!" the black whirlwind hissed with delight, and the snow hooves under his feet kept rubbing against the ground. If it weren't for Lin Yu holding its reins, I'm afraid it would have rushed into the arena to "play" with the two horses......

"Your horse is not bad, but I don't know how your swordsmanship is?" Fu Donghai's face was a little ugly, he didn't expect that this time, he hadn't handed it over, but the horse was harmed.

"Hehe, if you want to know how my Nangong family's swordsmanship is, you can come and give it a try. Nangong Ming's clothes were windless, and a fluttering breath of wind immediately rippled away.

"Hmph, it is said that your Nangong swordsmanship is unique in the rivers and lakes, and it just so happens that my sword dance valley is also a sword royal way. Today, let's see if you Nangong is weird, or am I dancing the sword freely?" Fu Donghai flipped his fingers, and the inconspicuous long sword was actually whirling in his hand, reflecting the light of the sun in the sky.

For a while, Fu Donghai's hands seemed to be extremely beautiful, but most of the light reflected by it was right in front of Nangong Ming's eyes.

"Insect carving skills. The corners of Nangong Ming's mouth twitched, and the cyan cyclone suddenly attached the sword in his hand, facing the oncoming opponent, the tip of the sword suddenly pointed forward, just hitting the center of the rotation.

Fu Donghai took a few steps back, and the true qi in his body was lucky, and all the wind true qi that invaded his body like a knife cut was removed.

"Sword Dance Smoke and Rain!" Fu Donghai took a wrong step at his feet, and the long sword in his hand flipped over again. It's just that this time it's no longer a simple circle, but a light and shadow glowing with earthy yellow, instantly turning into a sword curtain and about to swallow Nangong Ming.

"It's really a bit of smoke and rain, but if there is wind, no matter how big the smoke and rain is, it will be blown away by me!" Nangong Ming shook his sword, and in the crisp sound of the sword, the same cyan sword net went-for-tat.

The sound of clanging was loud, and the two figures fought faster and faster, and after a while, it seemed to disappear from people's sight, leaving only the remnants of the Dao Dao to tell people that they were still there.

Under the flying sand and stones, the wind that was puffed up by Nangong Ming blew up all the loess all over the ground, and even the elegant sword shadow was always just right to block the opponent's attack.

Just as Fu Donghai drew his sword and flirted, Nangong Ming's figure suddenly disappeared, and a sense of crisis suddenly arose in his heart.

"Back!" Fu Donghai swung his sword and walked backwards, just in time to catch up with Nangong Ming, who suddenly appeared.

"Huh?" Fu Donghai was shocked, why did the blade that was obviously attacking his right arm suddenly change direction and ran on his left shoulder? What kind of swordsmanship is this?

Surprise is surprise, Fu Donghai will naturally not be fooled, no matter where the opponent attacks, as long as he withdraws from the range of his attack with all his strength, he will definitely be safe and sound.

"Are you retreating?" Nangong Ming's nice voice sounded again, and a cyan sword shadow was like a shadow under the opponent's feet, and it stuck to it.

The sound of the blade cutting through the shirt sounded, and the two figures suddenly separated. I saw that Nangong Ming's cuffs fell slightly, and Fu Donghai was picked on his shoulder.

"Your Excellency's swordsmanship is really elegantly tight. Fu Donghai's eyes froze, if he hadn't forcibly fought against him just now, regardless of his own injuries, I am afraid that this unpredictable sword shadow in front of him might really stab himself in the vital point.

"Your swordsmanship isn't bad either. Nangong Ming flicked the soil on his sleeve lightly, but he couldn't calm down at all in his heart. The swordsmanship of Dancing Sword Valley has a different path, and it can really have a fight with his own family learning.

The tip of his sword had actually touched the opponent's chest just now, but the opponent not only did not retreat, but instead faced his own sword. This made Nangong Ming hesitate in his heart, and it was this hesitation that gave Fu Donghai a chance to breathe, and the sword in his hand moved, fighting for the possibility of his own injury, and finally drew the opponent's sword......