The sword is unsheathed, and the edge is exposed.

Zhuang Changyu's sword broke through the wind, without any reservations, holding the majestic true yuan, stabbing at Chen Changsheng's body, the head of the sword sprayed blue light, sneering.

The sand on the ground rose again, flying in the field.

Chen Changsheng took a step out of Ye Zhibu, his figure suddenly weakened, with the remnants of the Dao, surrounding Zhuang to moult, and the short sword in his hand kept shooting down like a stick.

It's still Kombat.

Zhuang Changyu is not afraid at all, the sword moves are exquisite, and the attack that is extraordinarily wild because of anger is also extremely perfect in terms of defense, and it can be seen that his mind is not chaotic at all.

No matter how fast Chen Changsheng's footwork is, no matter how direct and tough the short sword is, he can't find his loopholes, let alone break them. On the contrary, Zhuang Changmoult's sword intent became more and more calm. Countless sword lights were like invisible nets, making Chen Changsheng's footwork more and more dignified, even if he wanted to break away, it was no longer so easy.

Chen Changsheng calculated his intentions - Zhuang Changyu wanted to use this sword technique to erase his advantage in body speed, and finally enter the contest between pure moves and Zhenyuan - he made a decision without hesitation, his body changed suddenly, his speed was incredibly fast, and he took three steps to the right side in a row, but finally appeared on the other side of Zhuang Changyu.

Zhuang Changyu flipped his wrist and stabbed obliquely, a wonderful Dao sword, directly swinging the short sword in his hand, and then taking advantage of the situation to stab him in the throat.

Chen Changsheng was suddenly in danger, but his expression remained unchanged, because he had already come to Zhuang Changmoult's sword light.

Now, no one wants to avoid it anymore.

He turned sideways and let the Linguang Sword pierce his shoulder, and the short sword in his hand slapped directly at Zhuang Changmoult's face.

Zhuang Changyu lifted the lightsaber upside down, greeted him with the hilt of the sword, and at the same time staggered, cutting his throat again with the blade of the sword.

In the blink of an eye, the tide of battle changed dramatically.

The dense impact sound sounded again in the dust washing building, it was the sound of the two swords meeting, but compared with the first round, this time the sound of the sword was endless, as if it would never stop, the white air mass continued to grow, then exploded, and then annihilated again, whether it was Chen Changsheng or Zhuang Changmoult, they all decided to decide the winner.

Rub rub, three cracking sounds sounded!

Burst, two smashing sounds sounded!

The drizzle had stopped, the wet sand fell to the ground, Chen Changsheng and Zhuang Moult suddenly separated, swept back more than ten zhang away, and then stood still.

Chen Changsheng was stabbed three times, plus the previous sword wounds, six sword wounds intersected vertically and horizontally in front of his chest, dripping with blood, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

Zhuang Changyu was hit twice by his short sword, his right shoulder collapsed slightly, blood overflowed, and his face was unusually pale.

The sword is incomparable, the stick is a blunt weapon, three swords for two sticks, no matter from which point of view, the last round of swords, it should also be Zhuang Moult to take a big advantage.

In other words, anyone who is Zhuang Changmoult's opponent will be seriously injured under these three swords, and he will not be able to fight again.

Chen Changsheng did not fall.

Zhuang Changyu wants to fight with him with moves, sword against sword, and Zhenyuan against Zhenyuan, his response is tougher, directly exchanging moves for moves, exchanging swords for swords, and exchanging injuries for injuries.

This is Liang Banhu's method of beating Tang Thirty-six, and it is a strategy formulated by Gou Hanshi.

He was used in the key battle with Zhuang Moult.

Chen Changsheng has always been a person who is willing to learn and is good at learning, and he dares to use this method, which shows that he has absolute confidence in his true yuan and defensive ability, at least stronger than Zhuang Changmoult.

Zhuang Chang Mo did not fall, although his face was extremely pale.

Their bodies were covered in blood, and they looked at each other silently from a distance of more than ten feet.

There was silence in the dust-washing building.

The big men by the window on the second floor also remained silent, this battle was naturally nothing to them, but the calmness and courage that Chen Changsheng and Zhuang Changyu showed in this battle far beyond their age made them a little moved, and the silence at this time may represent a respect.

Silence also represents tension.

Who won?

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It was also quiet outside the dust-washing building.

The candidates outside the building were even more nervous than the people inside, and wanted to know who had won the battle.

After Chen Changsheng and Zhuang Changmo entered the building, everyone's eyes fell on the closed door.

Just like so many battles before, the candidates could not see the picture inside the building, and could only guess what was going on through the voices inside the building.

The soundproofing formation of the dust washing building often fails after the second round, because the candidates participating in the battle are getting stronger and stronger, and the battle is becoming more and more intense.

The same is true of this battle, not long after the door of the building was closed, the candidates heard a terrible sound of breaking the air, they knew that it was the sound of a sword, but they didn't know if it was Zhuang Changyu's sword or Chen Changsheng's sword. Then they heard a muffled sound, as if someone was ringing the bell in the building, and someone guessed that it was the sound of a fist striking Zhenyuan.

What happened next got a little weird.

Because the dust-washing building suddenly quieted down, but there were bursts of cicadas outside the building, and even the temperature rose a little, as if it was summer, and then there was a sudden rain in the cloudless blue sky, and the rain did not wet an inch of land outside the building, but fell in the building, which looked like a waterfall.

Then the sword roared again, and it didn't stop until finally, when it was quiet.

This battle should be over, who wins and who loses?

The three of them were the most nervous, and the atmosphere by the forest was depressing.

Xuanyuan Po's eyes widened, looking at the closed door, rubbing his hands constantly, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

Luoluo closed his eyes, his small hands clenched into fists in front of him, and silently prayed for Chen Changsheng.

Tang Thirty-six kept pacing with his hands behind his back, his lips moving slightly, and he was thinking. He didn't ask Chen Changsheng what his hole cards were and where his confidence came from, he knew that Chen Changsheng must be prepared for this battle, but he also knew how strong Zhuang Chang Moult was - Zhuang Chang Mo was his senior brother in the Heavenly Dao Academy, and it was also the object he had always wanted to surpass. I had to get closer enough to hear him whispering to himself: "Too optimistic...... It's too optimistic, we believe in him too much, how can we win? How can we win? You guys have to win, but how can you win?"

At this moment, the door of the dust washing building was pushed open.

All the candidates looked over at the same time.

Luoluo opened his eyes, full of hope and worry.

Tang Thirty-six stopped pacing and stopped talking to himself, but he didn't look over, because he didn't dare to look.

The person who walked out of the dust washing building first was Chen Changsheng.

He was covered in blood, barefoot, ragged, covered in wind and sand, more like a beggar than he had been in the previous rounds.

There was still silence around Shiping, as it was still uncertain who would win the battle.

Guan Feibai walked out of the dust washing building first after the equally tragic battle with the folded sleeves, but he was the loser.

At such a tense moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly turned around and walked into the building.

The battle was over, he was already out of the building, why did he have to go again? Everyone was stunned, not understanding what was going on.

It didn't take long for him to walk out again, this time with an extra pair of boots in his hand.

A brand new pair of boots.

A strange cry suddenly sounded in the room, it was Tang Thirty-six's strange scream.

He didn't look at it on the surface, but in fact he kept looking at it.

He screamed and rushed towards Chen Changsheng.

Luo Luo let out a long breath and patted his chest gently, his face full of fear and joy.

Xuanyuan didn't understand, scratched his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Luoluo said: "Mr. won." ”

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(I'm going to pick up my father-in-law and mother-in-law early tomorrow morning, so try to go to bed early, good night everyone, and good dreams.) ）