The swordsmen sighed for a while, but Leng Jian felt a more severe exclamation in his heart, if he hadn't met Lu Ming, then the path he chose would soon be an absolute road to death, legendary?

Zhuo Ligetu didn't care at all about the conversation of many sword students, this time he absorbed the formation eye, his strength was no longer comparable to that day, if he lacked it now, it was a hearty battle, this time it was even with his own heart! Of course, he also had to look for an opportunity to return this favor.

"Cold sword!" Zhuo Ligetu dragged the giant sword and walked back, on the way, his small eyes glanced at Cheng Zifeng, and he couldn't help but smile, and said: "Now it seems that you can't take revenge with your own hands, but don't worry, I will definitely let you watch it next to you to relieve your anger, watch it comfortably, and make you feel like you have a feeling of revenge with your own hands." ”

Leng Jian was speechless for a while, if Zhuo Ligetu can successfully advance, it doesn't matter if this revenge is not repaid, he has been by Lu Ming's side for so long, and he has also realized that as long as his strength is strong enough, then hatred and people who secretly peep at him, it can even be said that most of the crises can be resolved invisibly, and some of them will even take the initiative to show favor to themselves, and may become partners.

This kind of relationship transformation, in fact, Nangong Huajian is the best example, the problem is that your wrist must be strong, and your sword must be hard enough, just like ...... Lu Ming.

Zhuo Ligetu patted Leng Jian's shoulder and said, "You don't speak. I'm just going to be your acquiescence?"

"Just concentrate on the game. Leng Jian said rarely at this moment, he was very worried that Zhuo Li Getu would always think about revenge in the battle, and lost his cool head, although Zhuo Li Getu was thoughtful, but any small deviation in the battle was enough to be fatal, which was not allowed at all.

"See, see, see, before this starts, the smell of gunpowder comes out!" A swordsman said in a loud voice: "This guy from outside the plug dares to talk like this, will Cheng Zifeng let him go?"

"yes, this guy is literally pouring a big pot of oil on the fire of the death team!"

"That's it. This fat man, though I don't know his details yet. But Cheng Zifeng is too familiar to all of us, he had already been seriously injured by Leng Jian to death before he stepped into the Sword Academy, and now so many years have passed. Let's not say how much potential has been tapped. It is the Sword Master himself who guides this. That's something that countless people can't compare to on tiptoe, so this time, I'm very optimistic about him. ”

"Who said that? This friend is also quite sharp. What's more, Nangong Huajian, who has been famous for many years, is definitely not a decoration, and it is difficult to say who will win and who will lose. ”

The reaction of the sword students was naturally seen clearly by the top level of the Sword Hall, and they also wanted to know who was more genius, so an elder commanded in a thick voice: "The competition begins, the first group, Zhuo Li Getu against Cheng Zifeng!"

As soon as these words came out, the swordsmen immediately let out a commotion, and almost all of them crowded to that competition area, scrambling to occupy the best place to watch the game, in order to be able to see every detail of the battle, except for a few swordsmen who watched the excitement, there were still many swordsmen who wanted to use this opportunity to enrich themselves, after all, the swordsmen of this death group were all recognized masters!

Lu Ming's attention was also attracted, because he always felt that there was a strange smell on this Cheng Zifeng, but he couldn't think of what it was, and in the battle, he thought that Cheng Zifeng would definitely expose this strange place.

"Go!" the mentor ordered.

The ferocious battle intent on Zhuo Li Getu's body immediately bloomed, and the circulation speed of the sword qi in his body also rose in an instant, and he entered the battle state in just this moment, he dragged the giant sword back and forth and paced slowly, a pair of small eyes stared at Cheng Zifeng like a goshawk, and did not let go of any detail on the other party's body.

"Roar!!" Zhuo Li Getu shouted, his huge body suddenly rushed out, and at the same time, a heavy sword in his hand drew several extremely fierce arcs, and the magnificent lines instantly formed a huge sword net, Zhuo Li Getu was against these several sword qi, like the fishing net skillfully thrown by the old fisherman, it was actually completely enveloped in the space around Cheng Zifeng!

"Good sword!" "Although this sword does not use any powerful swordsmanship, but under his fierce strength and powerful speed, it can definitely exert a power comparable to swordsmanship, and he saves time to perform swordsmanship, and has gained a head start for the battle!"

"That's right! Being able to shoot in the fastest time during a battle is a manifestation of his strong fighting talent, and his fighting spirit is so fierce that he is like a fierce explosive bear!"

A mentor next to him glanced at his colleague beside him, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "Whether it is strength or combat talent, this person from outside the Seychelles can be called a masterpiece, if his performance is good enough, I think the Sword Hall will definitely open the door for him this time." ”

"Yes, the future generations are talented, this is what our Jiantang wants to see the most, this young man is strong and athletic, he is really a rare talent, I see his opponent, how to take this move. The tutor next to him turned his gaze to Cheng Zifeng.

Lu Ming knew that Zhuo Ligetu had now used his peak strength, and this sword was even simpler and more direct, thinking that he couldn't see through Cheng Zifeng, only by taking the initiative could he force Cheng Zifeng to use his housekeeping skills, which can be said to be a very smart way to play, and now it only depends on how Cheng Zifeng should deal with it.

At this moment, feeling the fierce sword qi coming, Cheng Zifeng still stood very calmly, and found that this barbarian was indeed smart enough, and this sword was also ruthless enough, with extremely strong strength, to make up for the lack of swordsmanship, and the heavy sword was the way to play.

Cheng Zifeng used what he had learned for many years to think about how to deal with this sword at a very fast speed, but after an instant, he already knew that he had no way to stop it, after all, if the long sword collided with this kind of giant sword, it would be like looking for death, but he couldn't retreat yet. Retreat,It is equivalent to giving up the opportunity to give up the sword.,If this opportunity is lost.,Then you will be completely passive.,Although it will be easy to defeat him in the battle.,But then you will lose the color.,This time,You have to carry the halo of wonderful victory.,Go through the whole trial.。

This time, he must break away from the restrictions of the state capital, enter the whole country, and attract the real attention of the top management of the Sword Hall, only in this way will his sword path go further, and in the next Supreme Seven Swords, he must have his own name!

However, Zhuoligetu's sword is absolutely superb, so let him be a stepping stone for him to become famous in the world!

Cheng Zifeng's eyes narrowed slightly, showing a hint of dangerous arc, and at this moment, a small gap suddenly cracked in the center of his forehead and eyebrows, and an eyeball flashed.

Although this eyeball only shows a small part, it can't hide its high-end posture, it is like a creation god, only to look down on the common people compassionately, and then disappear.

"I saw it!" Just for this moment, Cheng Zifeng used this eyeball to clearly see the running route of Zhuo Li Getu's swordsmanship, and even the follow-up moves, and the only flaw in it could not be hidden!

With a choking sound, the sword in Cheng Zifeng's hand was unsheathed, and his wrist drove the sword blade and its subtle angle to probe in, and easily avoided layers of attacks, and instantly hit the skin of Zhuo Ligetu's wrist!

All the sword students' eyes were about to pop out, and it could be seen from their surprised expressions how surprised they were at Cheng Zifeng's unbelievable sword!

However, time seemed to stand still at this moment, and everyone watched the blade against the skin of their wrists, and they even forgot to breathe in surprise!

Even the tutors of the Sword Hall were all surprised, with their realm, they naturally saw this flaw in Zhuo Li Getu, but they didn't expect Cheng Zifeng to see through it at a glance, and successfully won!

This is a victory with just one sword in an almost completely passive situation!

"Cheng Zifeng, win ......"

Just as the Sword Hall Instructor shouted the name of the victor, the sword blade attached to Zhuo Ligetu's wrist swept briskly, and with everyone's attention, he could even see the sword blade cut through the skin, cut through the muscles and blood vessels that beat because of the force, and the meridians that quickly retracted because of the break......

Hiss!

The swordsmen who had just forgotten to breathe instantly gasped at the same time, but even so, it was not as cold as the heart, all the swordsmen present, they knew better than anyone the importance of the wrist to the swordsman, so this cold, it was a bone-chilling cold, and even almost everyone shivered several times in a row, which was the most direct fear from instinct!

"Wrist ......"

A sword student trembled a few times before he returned to normal, shook his head and said, "Look at his wounds, even the tendons have been broken, this person is completely ruined!"

"Who's to say it's not, a swordsman, if he has lost even the hand that holds the sword and can no longer pick up the sword, then how can he be called a swordsman?"

"This person from outside the plug can also be called a genius, but who would have thought that he would end up like this!

For a moment, the swordsmen looked at the injured wrist, and their faces showed a trace of sadness, not because they were pitying, but from the perspective of a swordsman, empathizing. (To be continued......)