A thick sense of malice came to his face.

Most of you in the room felt the malice.

The people of the Changlin Sword Sect all looked at Su Ningan worriedly, in their impression, Su Ningan was an introverted and weak teenager, not good at talking, not very bold, most of them couldn't withstand such a strong pressure, and before they had a confrontation, they might be timid.

In this way, ten of the costs may not even be able to make fifty percent.

Afraid?

You should be scared, right?

There was a fear and anxiety that hit his heart, making his legs weak, this is a signal, it should be such a signal, but although this signal is very clear, and Suningan also senses it, but this emotion cannot really precipitate in his heart.

He just thought it was funny.

I don't know why, that's how he feels anyway.

Su Ningan shook his head, took two steps forward with his long sword, and stood at a distance of about a zhang from his opponent Zhou Rui.

"Are you ready?"

Zhang Yuncang glanced at Su Ningan.

Suningan pursed his lips and nodded.

"What about you?"

Zhang Yuncang turned his head to look at Zhou Rui.

Zhou Rui's tongue was still licking his lower lips, and he smiled evilly.

"A certain family has been ready for a long time!"

Zhang Yuncang took two steps back and didn't ramble any more.

"Okay, let's start ......"

Su Ning'an pulled a sword flower and posed in the starting pose of Changlin's nineteen swords, with a solemn expression, staring at Zhou Rui without blinking.

Zhou Rui also pulled a sword flower, put the long sword behind his back, stretched out his left hand, and hooked his finger towards Suningan.

"Come on, boy......"

"Don't say that I bullied you, don't say that the competition is unfair, although Zhou has practiced in Shangjing Huafu for many years, this sword competition, but only use my Qujiang Sword School's swordsmanship, boy, if you lose, don't cry your nose......"

He giggled.

The laughter was in his ears, and Su Ningan was extremely disgusted.

He felt inexplicably angry, and this anger came from nowhere, but this anger did not make him lose control of his emotions, but calmed him down.

After two or three sliding steps, Suningan rushed to Zhou Rui.

In my mind, countless sword moves appeared, all of which were familiar to me, but why did I always feel a little awkward?

Are you really a swordsman?

This thought flashed away in Suning's peace of mind.

This sword competition is not a competition, both sides have set up a life and death situation, if you don't surrender silently, you deserve to be beaten to death, you can't tolerate half-heartedness, and you shouldn't diverge your thinking, at this time, only the sword, only the enemy!

"Whoosh!"

The sword light flashed and pierced towards Zhou Rui's chest.

The long river flows into the sea.

This sword is decent.

This is the so-called questioning hand, which can change moves according to the opponent's response, whether the opponent is sliding left and right to dodge or retreat, or swinging a sword to block, Suningan has a sword move to deal with.

"Hey......

Zhou Rui was still standing, motionless as a mountain, his evil smile had not changed at all, and he watched the sword light attack him.

In his eyes, Suningan's sword is weak and powerless, the internal strength contained on it is scattered but not gathered, the angle is not tricky, and the speed is not fast, since this is the case, then you can wait, wait until Suningan's sword is old.

Awkward!

I don't know why, Suning Anxin is very awkward.

Everything in front of him, his sword moves, the enemies on the other side, everything made him feel awkward and made him uncomfortable.

He took a deep breath.

With a flick of his wrist, the originally slow sword speed suddenly became faster, and he stabbed down like lightning, and he changed the rhythm of this sword.

A skilled swordsman is sure to be able to control the sword in his hand.

"That's pretty much it!"

Zhou Rui suppressed his smile and shook his wrist.

The long sword in his hand turned into a bolt of lightning, stabbing obliquely, from left to right, from bottom to top, towards the long sword stabbed by Suningan, accurately slashing Suningan's sword edge, and making a soft sound.

The blades are in harmony, and the internal strength is entangled.

"Dead open!"

Zhou Rui snorted.

The refining realm is perfect, and the majestic internal strength surged towards Suningan with the sword blade as a channel, and Suningan naturally also has internal strength, but compared with Zhou Rui, the quality and quantity of internal strength are much inferior, and it can be said that it will collapse at the touch of a button.

The hand holding the sword was like an electric shock, and he could not hold the sword tightly.

The next moment, Suningan abandoned the sword.

The sword left his hand and flew up.

"Ahh

Behind Su Ning'an, there was an exclamation, and the voice of junior sister Tong Lingya was particularly crisp and full of horror.

However, I don't know why, when the long sword left his hand, Su Ningan was not panicked, but a little relaxed, as if the invisible rope that bound him was broken, he bullied forward and stood like a knife.

The geese fall silently chopping the snow song!

Inexplicably, there is more of this knife move in my mind, flowing in the sea of knowledge like water, in the real world, Su Ningan's body moved, and the agility was abnormal, and the palm of his hand slashed towards Zhou Rui like a sharp knife.

"Humph!"

Zhou Rui snorted coldly, pulled the long sword back, and slashed towards Suningan.

Suningan's body was like a spinning top, one sliding, the other sideways, rotating three hundred and sixty degrees, around behind Zhou Rui, standing like a knife, and continuing to slash at Zhou Rui.

One inch long and one inch strong!

One inch short and one inch risk!

Suning'an's abandonment of the sword seemed dangerous, but he gained the initiative for a short time and was able to get close, his body moves were very different from Changlin's nineteen swords, and he became extremely agile, Zhou Rui held the long sword, and seemed to have the upper hand, however, in hand-to-hand combat, this long sword had little effect.

He couldn't catch the agile Su Ning'an.

It's just that Zhou Rui is not stupid.

He has a sword in his right hand, and he has a left hand.

The next moment, his left hand raised his sword finger, and with his hand as a sword, he pointed towards Suning'an.

It's just that he didn't use the Qujiang Sword of the Qujiang Sword School, and the Qujiang Sword didn't have a move to refer to the sword, this move came from Shangjing Huafu, called Jin Yu Finger, and the fingering method was also a sword technique, paying attention to the thirteen vertical and horizontal roads between square inches.

The internal strength condenses the fingertips, even if it is not innate, there is an inch of fingers.

In just a dozen breaths of time, the two sides have passed more than a dozen moves, which seems to be bland, but in fact it is dangerous and abnormal.

"Hoo ......"

Zhou Rui's breathing became rapid, and his face turned red.

At this time, his expression was very solemn, no longer as hung as before, although his internal strength was deep, however, he couldn't hit the opponent's body, no matter how deep his internal strength was, it was useless, but if he was slashed by Suningan, even if it was a palm, even if he was in the Great Perfection of the Body Refining Realm, most of his body would be unbearable.

At least, he didn't dare to take any chances.

However, in such a hand-to-hand combat, Zhou Rui can't have the upper hand, Suningan's body is flexible, his moves are weird, he needs to pay full attention, so as not to expose the empty door, it's just that ten percent of the offensive, Suningan accounts for at least seventy percent, and he basically focuses on defense.

In the beginning, it was a defensive counterattack.

Later, only the defense had no counterattack, and could only be beaten passively, just like the national football team where Suningan was in his previous life.

No way!

It can't go on like this!

The next moment, Zhou Rui also abandoned his sword.

If you can't match one hand against two palms, then you can also replace it with two hands, so that most of you can regain the initiative and gain the upper hand.

As for the sword, the sword is the only one of the swordsman, and the sword cannot be abandoned at any time, and the swordsman must treat the sword with sincerity.

It's all bullshit!

The sword is a weapon, and if it can be used by me, it will naturally be treated with sincerity, but if it cannot be used by me, it will be a burden, and it should be discarded or discarded.

When Zhou Rui abandoned the sword, the offensive and defensive momentum suddenly changed.

Previously, Zhou Rui was pressed and beaten by Suningan, only the defense did not counterattack, but now, he is a seven-point offensive, and Suningan has taken a defensive position.

However, although Zhou Rui attacked very quickly, it was thunder and rain, and it did not occupy the substantive significance, and with the passage of time, this offensive and defensive trend has been transformed, from seven or three points to five or five points.

Five or five points became four or six points, and three or seven points......

In the end, Zhou Rui was still pressed and beaten by Suningan, and as before, he was reduced to the point where he only defended and did not counterattack.

This situation came as a surprise to everyone.

Even, including Suningan himself.

At the beginning, the people on this side thought of Zhou Rui very much, after all, this one was a genius who had gone to Shangjing Huafu to study, and the Great Perfection of the Refining Realm, while Su Ning'an had only recently stepped into the Refining Dirty Realm, and basically had not experienced actual combat.

In any case, the advantage is not in me.

Therefore, before coming to the stage, Tong Yunge repeatedly told him to surrender quickly when he saw that the situation was wrong, and not to be injured, at that time, whether it was the Changlin Sword Sect on his own side or the Qujiang Sword Sect on the opposite side, or neutral bystanders, they didn't think he could win.

I never thought about it, but it wasn't the same thing when it started.

At the beginning, Suningan was indeed not Zhou Rui's opponent, and he couldn't even block the opponent's hand, and the long sword in his hand flew.

However, after abandoning the sword, Suningan is like a different person.

What others don't know is that in front of Suningan's eyes, there is a panel suspended, there are strange fonts on the panel, behind the font, there are strange numbers that keep jumping, those words, Suningan doesn't recognize any of them, but it feels extremely familiar.

What's the situation?

Doubts arise, but they are fleeting.

Su Ningan was not inexplicably surprised, as if the thing already existed, as if it followed him as soon as he was born.

As the numbers jumped, Suningan felt that his internal strength was getting stronger and stronger, and Zhou Rui's attack could still bring him a threat at first, but as time went on, this threat became smaller and smaller, and in the end, there was almost nothing.

At that time, he was already pressing the other party to fight.

"Zhou Rui!"

Someone in the audience was shouting.

"Come up with a trick!"

"Hmm!"

Zhou Rui snorted.

At that moment, the internal energy was retrograde in the meridians, and blood was pouring out of the corners of the mouth.

"Die!"

He roared, his right palm seemed to be a little bigger, the palm was blue and purple, and his move was a little faster, and, giving up protection, he slapped it towards Suningan, this is a way of fighting with injuries and lives for lives.

Suningan didn't want to die with him.

So, he gave up the offensive and also slapped Zhou Rui with a palm.

"Smack!"

The palms of the two men met in mid-air, making a soft sound, and then, as if they were glued together, they were not separated for a long time, and after about three breaths, they separated.

Su Ningan took three or four steps back, shook his body, and took two steps back.

Zhou Rui stood in place, motionless like a mountain.

Lost?

The people of the Changlin Sword Sect turned pale one by one.

"Senior Brother......

Tong Lingya said.

Win?

The people of the Qujiang Sword Sect were smiling happily one by one.

"Changlin Nineteen Swords, I'm phew!"