Wuping looked at a figure on the stage, his eyes were full of envy, and he looked at the stage very intently.

Especially at the foundation building platform, the duel of swords after swords made him fascinated.

"My monks, it should be like this!" Wuping became more and more excited, and shouted loudly with a red face, cheering for the people on the stage.

Mo Kuiyuan's gaze swept over the disciples, and naturally he also noticed Wu Ping's excitement, and thought with relief and approval: "Among a group of helpless orphans, in terms of qualifications, Wu Ping is high, and in terms of heart, Wu Ping is even more pure, such a jade, carved by his own hands, will one day soar in the sky." ”

Moreover, Mo Kuiyuan has no children in his life, and he also teaches the simple Wuping as his own son, never hiding his selfishness, and he also likes Wuping the most among the disciples.

"Look good, don't be too ambitious!" Mo Kuiyuan's words passed.

The disciples in the audience looked back one after another and said, "Thank you for Master's teachings, and I will remember them in my heart!" ”

Wuping was also awakened by this sentence, and his eyes were no longer focused on the polemic battle in the foundation building period, but at the pole in the condensation period, the scabbard in his hand was already trembling a little, and the excitement and yearning were overflowing.

Mo Kuiyuan paid a little attention to it, and when he saw Wuping reacting, he also nodded secretly.

"Huh! Zhenggangfeng's disciple Jian Lan gave teaching! A pretty figure jumped onto the platform and bowed to a male sword cultivator in front of him.

"Luo Xia Peak's disciple Zuo Zhounan, don't hesitate to teach!" Zuo Zhounan also responded.

After the ceremony, the two of them also drew their long swords and attacked. Looking at Jian Lanxin's heavy sword that was several feet wide, Zuo Zhounan was also a little surprised, but the movements in his hands did not defend at all, and the two of them were inseparable.

"Epee? The disciple of the Zhenggangfeng Sword Maniac, a woman uses the heavy sword so smoothly, it is also rare, come to someone, write down the name, and reward three years of resources. Zhang Wuya, who was sitting on the top position, was also quite surprised at this time, and commanded the Taoist disciple beside him.

"Disciple remember." The Taoist disciple immediately wrote down: Zhenggang Peak Jian Lan Heart, reward 1,500 lower grade spirit stones.

"Yes, although the sword maniac behaves unreasonably, the disciple still has a hand, I think this Luoxia Peak disciple is going to be defeated." Yu Ji also continued to follow the cliff master's words.

"It seems that during the sixteen years of my retreat, I have produced many excellent disciples." Zhang Wuya thought so, and then said, "Good! ”

The scene was also as Elder Yu Ji had expected, and the balance of victory and defeat gradually tilted in favor of Jian Lanxin.

"The heavy sword has no trace, it should be a rock!" Jian Lanxin shouted, and the bandage wrapped around the tiger's mouth in his hand shattered, revealing a pair of jade hands, swinging the giant sword weighing hundreds of catties, and slashing at Zuo Zhounan furiously one by one.

"Oops!"

Zuo Zhounan said secretly, the long sword in his hand continued to resist the invasion of the heavy sword, the sword body continued to scream, under the continuous heavy sword attack of Jian Lanxin, his own light advantage was suppressed in all directions, and he couldn't use it at all.

"Kendo is ruthless, be an attack! The immortal road is ruthless, it should be destroyed! The first style of ruthless swordsmanship, the sword of extinguishing feelings! Zuo Zhounan shouted, and the long sword in his hand began to gather aura, and it shook more and more.

"Slash!" In the middle of the layers of heavy swords, Zuo Zhounan saw the opportunity and stabbed out with a sword!

"Senior sister, come on!" Wuping in the audience was also disturbed by the situation on the field at this time, and shouted cheers.

Jian Lanxin is the eldest of the seven people in this vein, but she usually listens to Xiaochen's words very much, and when she was a child, she was his follower, basically wherever Xiaochen goes, she will follow her.

Then Jian Lanxin was favored by Zhenggang Peak Kendo Wuchen, and was accepted as the only disciple in the room, and followed Kendo Wuchen to experience three years in the Yushu Mountain Range, and now he has just returned.

After Xiaochen saw Jian Lanxin on stage to compete, he also gathered his gaze, and after not seeing her for a long time, she became so irritable.

Then when he saw Zuo Zhounan use the first style of ruthless swordsmanship, Xiao Chen's face was also a little solemn, but after a little closer look, Xiao Chen shook his head gently, his learning skills were not exquisite enough, this style of ruthless swordsmanship was full of flaws, only the appearance was gorgeous, and it should not be able to stop the sword attack of Jian Lanxin.

Sure enough, Jian Lanxin saw that the other party used a ruthless sword technique, and she didn't dare to keep her hand in her hand, she still remembered what the master said: The lion fights the rabbit, and she also uses all her strength.

"The second style of the heavy sword, the stone is shattered!" With Jian Lanxin's words, the Gangfeng gathered around the giant sword in his hand became thicker and heavier, and the bandages that originally wrapped around Jian Lanxing's arms were all shattered, untied, and power poured into Jian Lanxin's hands.

The heavy sword hit Zuo Zhounan's sword blade, and then only heard the sound of "click", Zuo Zhounan's sword had already broken, and at this time, he was holding the broken sword in a daze and looking at the heavy sword that was gradually swinging in front of him, and his mind was blank.

"Get out of the way!"

Jian Lanxin also said anxiously, she didn't expect that the seemingly gorgeous move would be so vulnerable, and now under the swing of the heavy sword, the momentum is unstoppable, if it hits Zuo Zhounan this time, I am afraid that it will be cut in half directly.

At this moment, the Dharma Protector Elder's figure flashed, holding the heavy sword of Jian Lan Xin with one hand, dissolving this momentum, and preventing the backlash from hurting Jian Lan Xing, and with the other hand, he waved his aura and waved Zuo Zhounan, who was stunned, away.

"Whew!" The Dharma Protector Elder frowned, the huge force almost overturned him, so he had to run his own foundation building period cultivation, stabilize his body, and show that his face was not shocked, otherwise he would definitely be treated as a joke.

"Thank you, Protector!" Seeing that the sword momentum stopped, Jian Lanxin also breathed a sigh of relief, put away the heavy sword, and arched his hand to the Dharma Protector Elder.

The Dharma Protector Elder was suppressing the tumbling aura at this time, nodded lightly, and walked down the platform.

"Senior Brother Zuo, concede!" Seeing the Dharma protector leaving, Jian Lan bowed to Zuo Zhounan again.

Zuo Zhounan pretended not to care, put away the broken long sword, and responded: "Senior sister, victory or defeat is a common thing, you don't have to be polite." ”

Although he said this, he was extremely lonely in his heart, he had been preparing for this moment for several years, but he didn't expect to leave the stage soon after.

And the most important thing is that it doesn't matter if you win or lose in sword cultivation, but you can't break the sword, it is the Dao Heart that breaks the sword, and your own strength will also be damaged under the dust of the Dao Heart.

"Good! Big Sister Wins Pretty! Wuping in the audience cheered heartily, and this cheer was very harsh in the ears of those who had a heart.

The disciples of the first line of Luoxia Peak walked up to the platform to pick up the lost Zuo Zhounan and take him out.

"Senior Brother Zuo doesn't have to blame himself, that Zhenggangfeng disciple is the only disciple under the Sword Dao Dustless Elder, and it is normal to be defeated." Changshu comforted.

"Senior Brother Chang is worried, I'm fine." Zuo Zhounan said.

At this time, the cheers of Wuping on the side reached the ears of the two, Chang Shu glanced over his head at Wuping, and then thoughts flashed in his eyes, and Zuo Zhounan just clenched his fists, and his fingertips turned white because of the force.

"Senior Brother Zuo..."Chang Shu wanted to continue to consol, but was interrupted by Zuo Zhounan, and then looked at Zuo Zhounan with a gloomy face, Chang Shu also sighed in his heart.

Zuo Zhounan, the son of the Zuo family, had smooth sailing after entering Xia Peak, and he could comprehend the first style of ruthless kendo at a young age, but he never thought that he would fall suddenly.

Xiao Chen didn't notice this scene, his eyes kept wandering between the various stages, but he found a few acquaintances, Qin Mo and Li Wuchang, who were listed with him at the beginning, these two people had already fought four or five battles in their respective Taoist platforms, and they still didn't run out, and they were indeed worthy of being handed down by themselves.

When Xiao Chen's gaze turned back to Jian Lan's heart again, she had already fought against three or four people, and finally chose to leave the platform because of her uncontrollable breathing and loss of strength.

Xiao Chen thought about it: "The heavy sword is indeed like this, the explosion is enough, and the sense of suppression is strong, but it is not long-lasting, once the strength is exhausted, there is no backhand." However, there are exceptions, and that is Lan Xin's master, Sword Maniac, who is a monster who can use the heavy sword for a long time, and those who fight against him are all terrified, carefully dodging under the slap after blow, and if you don't pay attention, you will be cut in half or slapped into a pulp. ”

And now the duel is gradually entering the climax, and the atmosphere at the scene is becoming more and more enthusiastic.

Wu Ping couldn't hold back at this time, looked at the opportunity, jumped into a discussion platform, and arched his hand and said: "Wu Ping, a disciple of Feilai Peak, please give advice!" ”

"Lan Ye Feng's disciple who entered the room binds Hong, and he does not hesitate to teach!" Binding Hong has just finished a game, and now there is still some qi and blood surging, and the aura is uneven, and at this time there is a respite in the front.

Wu Ping looked at the state of Tie Hong, and didn't want to win, so he kindly persuaded: "Senior Brother Tie, why don't you breathe first." ”

Tie Hong waved his hand indifferently, there were hundreds of talks on the platform, and there was no one who suspended pranayama, so he Tie Hong naturally didn't want to set this precedent.

"No need, junior brother, please take action!" Hung said.

"Offended." Seeing this, Wuping stopped persuading, took out his sword, and rushed forward in three steps and two steps.

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Under the sword roar of the battle, Binding Hong seemed particularly difficult, and could only fall into the continuous blocking, with constant thoughts in his eyes, thinking about how to break the game.

And Wuping is also a change from the laziness of the past, those who use swords, when they are attentive, sword by sword, do not give any flaws, the foundation of kendo is quite solid.

"Yes, the overall response to Wuping is very good, don't give a big flaw next, there is no suspense in winning the game, even if you bind Hong with all your strength, it will be difficult to stop Wuping's attack." Xiao Chen watched Wu Ping come to the stage, and also observed it quite carefully, and found that Binding Hong was in a hurry with the sword, and he had already lost his square inch in his move, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

Wu Ping swung his sword and made a move, not impatient at all, which made the restrained Hong who had been preparing to attack even more uncomfortable, and before the spiritual power was exhausted, the binding Hong had to make a final move.

"Kendo hates, falling geese strike!" The body of the sword lit up with red aura, raised the hilt of the sword, and flew down like an eagle's strike.

Seeing this, Wuping was as steady as Mount Tai, and the long sword in his hand was constantly circulating, unloading the attack of Hong.

"Ding!"

Wu Ping picked up the long sword that bound Hong, and put a sword on the shoulder of Hong Hong, if Wu Ping was willing, the sword could pierce Hong Hong's throat.

"It's a loss." Seeing this, Jian Hong also put away his long sword, and fought against strong enemies one after another, and his body was a little unbearable.

"Take!" Wuping said with a smile.