At eleven :55, when most of the audience didn't have much patience, Fu Zhengyi's figure finally appeared.

His whole body exuded a noble aura: "I'm sorry, I have something to put on hold, and everyone has been waiting for a long time." ”

He didn't explain.

But he has a temperament that makes people have to believe him.

The person who had complained just now suddenly stopped complaining.

Just kidding, Fu Zhengyi has a chance to become the disciple grandson of Wu Zong.

Fu Zhengyi looked at Fang Zhe: "You've been waiting for a long time, Brother Fang Zhe." ”

Fu Zhengyi was observing Fang Zhe, he wanted to see if Fang Zhe was impatient, if he was impatient, when it came to the swordsmanship duel, he could defeat Fang Zhe with one sword, and when the time came, Fang Zhe would lose a lot and lose his reputation. By the way, in the national competition, the team of Northeastern University was finished.

But after Fu Zhengyi observed Fang Zhe, he found that Fang Zhe did not have the slightest sense of impatience.

How could he have such good patience?

In this kind of decisive battle, I waited for an extra three hours, and I was not in a hurry.

His first plan failed.

But Fu Zhengyi is the top three figures in the country after all, and he smiled slightly: "It's almost possible to fight with a sword." ”

Fang Zhe said calmly: "Yes." At this time, he smiled in his heart, Fu Zhengyi wanted to make himself impatient, but unfortunately he ran into himself.

Fu Zhengyi's hand was already pressed on the hilt of the sword and said, "Senior Brother Fang, I'm a few years older, so it's up to you to make the first move." ”

Fang Zhe nodded, Fu Zhengyi's reputation was much greater than his own, so he was destined to make the first move, and immediately gave a sword salute: "Senior Fu, then be careful, take the sword." ”

In an instant, the sword stabbed out like a meteor.

Fu Zhengyi is an extremely terrible opponent, in the face of such an opponent, he can't leave anything behind, as soon as he makes a move, he is a five-grade middle-level Huashan fast sword, and it is in a state of peak, so he wants to hit Fu Zhengyi by surprise.

Fu Zhengyi's face couldn't help but change, he knew that Fang Zhe's swordsmanship was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, so fast, his sword didn't dare to hesitate anymore, and suddenly attacked, it was a five-grade high-level Wudang Rouyun swordsmanship.

Fang Zhe's sword was fast.

Fu Zhengyi's sword is slow.

The swords of the two kept clashing in the void.

There are countless mystical kendo truths that appear in the sword.

Fang Zhe's face changed: "You should be the Wudang Rouyun Quick Sword, a five-grade high-level swordsmanship, and you have actually practiced this kind of swordsmanship to the point of reaching the peak." ”

Fu Zhengyi's face was also slightly ugly: "You should be practicing the five-grade mid-level swordsmanship Huashan Quick Sword, I didn't expect that you were only a freshman, and you practiced this swordsmanship to the point of reaching the peak." Today, it is to climb to the peak and fight to the peak, and it is all five-grade swordsmanship. ”

Fang Zhe couldn't help but admire: "What a Fu Zhengyi." ”

When!when!when!when!when!when!

Swords swing with swords extremely fast, but there are not many opportunities to exchange blows.

In this sword duel, Fang Zhe found that he was actually at a disadvantage. The range of his own sword circle is getting less and less. This is the first time that he has fallen behind in a sword duel with his peers. Sure enough, he is his strongest opponent.

Fang Zhe was no longer hiding, and the talent provided by his vampire, which was faster than ordinary people, had already been transported, and then the starlight flickered, and the power increased by a few points.

But over there, Fu Zhengyi seems to have hidden it before, and now he has brought out all the strength of his body, and his sword light seems to be weaving a bigger net, a denser net, so that his sword light, which is as fast as the stars, is still trapped in it.

Fang Zhe's heart was even more surprised, under such circumstances, he was still behind.

No way, the move to press the bottom of the box is on.

Left sword right sword.

With a bang, the long sword in his left hand was already unsheathed.

The left hand is impressively immeasurable.

The opponent used the Wudang Rouyun swordsmanship, which is a swordsmanship that overcomes rigidity with softness, even if he uses the ice sword himself, slowing down the opponent's speed will not have much effect.

It is better to use the immeasurable sword technique, keep blooming the sword light, and make a mess of the opponent's Wudang Rouyun swordsmanship, and you will succeed.

Sure enough, with such a rush of immeasurable swordsmanship, Fu Zhengyi's Wudang Rouyun swordsmanship really did not have the harmony at the beginning. And Fang Zhe took the opportunity to stab the Huashan fast sword in his right hand directly towards the opponent, stabbing the opponent with dots.

Then, with the help of this chaotic phase, he leveled out his disadvantages little by little.

Immediately, it was time to attack and defend again.

While!

While!

While!

Fang Zhe's right-hand long sword had been blocked by Fu Zhengyi's long sword, but the long sword in his left hand was immediately gone, making Fu Zhengyi's long sword unable to retreat, of course, Fu Zhengyi's Wudang Rouyun swordsmanship was indeed a five-grade high-level swordsmanship, hiding needles in the cotton, and when he retreated, he also left some back moves, and he couldn't attack anymore.

While!

At this moment, it was Fu Zhengyi who used the momentum of Wudang Rouyun swordsmanship to weave a web to weave Fang Zhe's people into this net.

However, Fang Zhe didn't let his opponent pinch it, he killed with both swords with both hands, and with his sharp sword edge and perfect judgment, he broke this net hard.

Fighting, there are already 100 moves, and there is no victory.

Fighting, it's already 200 moves, and it's still a win.

Fighting, it's already 300 moves, and it's still a win.

Fang Zhe's left and right swords, suddenly, with a bang, had already set up Fu Zhengyi's long sword, and then retreated, and the long sword was neatly put into the sheath: "Don't fight, you have fought three hundred moves, and you haven't decided the winner yet." I look at the final result, that is, my internal strength is insufficient, and in the end, my internal strength is exhausted, and I lose to Senior Fu. ”

Fu Zhengyi's face was blue for a moment, but after all, he was a person who grew up in Qingwu University, he had seen many big scenes, and he knew that now there were no winners or losers in three hundred moves, and it didn't make much sense to fight, Fang Zhe put away his sword in a chic manner, and he gave people the impression of being stalked, and when the time came, his reputation plummeted, he laughed and pretended to be bold: "Happy, I haven't fought such a happy battle for a long time, I have heard the name of Xiaowu King for a long time, and I compare it today, and it is really worthy of my name." ”

"The draw ended the game and it was pretty good. Fu Zhengyi laughed.

"Right. In the future, if we have the chance, we will fight again. Fang Zhe nodded.

"Good. Fu Zhengyi nodded and said.

Fang Zhe looked at Fu Zhengyi, the two looked at each other and smiled, Fang Zhe looked at Fu Zhengyi's sincere and bold eyes, and couldn't help but secretly admire in his heart, this Fu Zhengyi is really a perfect acting school.