Day 2.

Cloudy.

Lead clouds hang low.

The sky was filled with a light raindrop.

But this did not stop the enthusiasm of the students to watch the big battle in the middle of the year.

As soon as the school opened, the whole campus was boiling.

On this day, the first, second and third grades have entered the stage of the final actual combat competition.

In the second-year martial arts arena, the No. 1 ring was surrounded early.

Moment.

The invigilation has arrived.

The figure of Chu Zhen, the head of the grade, and Li Qingxuan, a special observer, also appeared on the viewing platform.

Mu Xinyue is extremely popular.

As soon as he appeared, he was greeted with cheers.

Most of the cheers were male students.

And Lin Beichen's momentum is not far behind.

As soon as he appeared, he was surrounded by the students of Class 9, among which there were also thirty or forty female students who didn't know which class, as if they were stars and moons, surrounded Lin Beichen in the middle, shouting slogans such as 'win' and 'so handsome', and walked towards the No. 1 ring.

The invigilator is inspecting the ring in preparation for the big fight.

"Senior Sister Xinyue, what are the chances of winning today's battle?"

Guan Feidu, a third-year student dressed in white, walked over with a smile.

All of a sudden, it caused a sensation.

Although Guan Feidu is not the chief of the third grade, he also entered the top four of the third grade in yesterday's battle, not only handsome and strong, but also knowledgeable and gentle, and is a male god in the minds of many female students.

Its popularity far exceeds that of Wu Xiaofang.

Moreover, in addition to Guan Feidu, there were also several third-grade genius students such as Ni Yuquan and Zuoqiu Wushuang, who also came to greet Mu Xinyue and cheer.

These third-grade genius students faintly formed a kind of momentum and coercion, and crushed towards Lin Beichen's location.

"Hehe, this is Senior Brother Lin Beichen, right?"

Guan Feidu smiled slightly and looked at Lin Beichen.

"I've also seen your martial arts competition in the past few days, your [Basic Swordsmanship Close Body Triple Chain], your cultivation is so proficient, the entire Third Academy, no one can match it...... However, this three-sword style is not omnipotent, a long time ago, the third grade has circulated the method of cracking the three-sword style, and it is unfortunate, three days ago, I gave Mu Xuemei a copy, presumably Mu Senior Sister has already cultivated well, hehe, so Lin Xuedi, you have to be careful. ”

Guan Feidu reminded with a kind face.

Many people who supported Lin Beichen suddenly changed their faces when they heard this.

The way to crack the three-sword style?

This......

In this way, didn't Lin Beichen lose the opportunity?

Lin Beichen didn't look at Guan Feidu at all.

What about third-year seniors?

It's still a dog licking.

Lowly.

Do you think this will affect Lao Tzu's mentality?

Immature.

"Lin Beichen, you will be defeated today, I am under the ring, waiting for you to be my slave. ”

A voice of great resentment came.

But I saw Wu Xiaofang, a genius in the second year, with bandages on his head and bandages on his arms, tied like a mummy, limping, living on crutches, with the support of others, separating the crowd and approaching.

His two eyes were like two knives, scraping around Lin Beichen's body, eager to cut off a few pieces of flesh.

Carrying a seriously wounded body, he came to watch the battle.

It's because I can't swallow yesterday's breath, I must see with my own eyes the picture of Lin Beichen being defeated.

"The jousting begins. ”

The invigilator announced loudly.

The two protagonists have stepped into the ring one after another.

Mu Xinyue was obviously deliberately dressed up.

Although she is still plain-faced, the vitality and delicacy of the girl can kill all makeup in seconds.

The specially modified swordsman's robe shows the graceful arc of her delicate body like flowers and bones.

There was a slight smile on his face, like a touch of warm sun on a rainy day.

And Lin Beichen is also wearing a cyan swordsman robe, with a slender and straight body, a handsome and unparalleled face, a slight rain wetting his long black hair, a few strands on his cheeks, dark eyes, and a white jade-like face, whether it is style or appearance, it is not inferior to Mu Xinyue.

These two people, standing opposite each other, stood in the ring, as if they were a pair of immortals.

Even many students, at this moment, a strange thought rose in their hearts-

It's a good match.

What's going on with an urge to knock CP?

"Today, I will personally oversee the battle. ”

The head of the grade, Chu Chen, was like a big eagle, swept a distance of ten meters and landed in the ring.

The couple of men and women who were fighting were both baby bumps in the second year of the Third Academy, in order to avoid accidental injuries during the battle, so Chu Zhen decided to personally invigilate the exam, in case there was any accident, he could stop it on the spot.

"Let's get started. ”

Chu Zhen said.

Mu Xinyue slowly pulled out the long sword at her waist and said, "Classmate Lin, please." ”

Lin Beichen smiled faintly and hooked his hand.

It's a very frivolous move.

Suddenly, there was an uproar around the ring.

"Sure enough, it's a loser who doesn't learn anything. ”

Guan Feidu's brow furrowed.

Ni Yuquan on the side said: "Senior Brother Guan, don't worry, my sister-in-law will teach this gentleman a good lesson in a while, with your cracked booklet, my sister-in-law can't lose." ”

Several brothers around him knew Guan Feidu's thoughts during this time, and it was on Mu Xinyue's body, so they had already privately called 'sister-in-law'

Last night, he personally instructed Mu Xinyue to practice cracking techniques, and it was midnight.

Guan Feidu nodded and smiled: "It's the same, keep watching." ”

Several of their third-year students always felt that they stood out from the crowd and had a sense of superiority.

In the ring.

"Mr. Lin, be careful. ”

Mu Xinyue's starting hand is [Basic Swordsmanship].

The so-called [basic swordsmanship] refers to swordsmanship that does not require a special rhythm of Xuan Qi operation and method coordination, even if you do not master the power of Xuan Qi, you can also use it, focusing on the change of moves.

Lin Beichen's eyes flashed with coldness.

Shout!

The sword light broke through the air.

Directly is the [Basic Swordsmanship Close Quarter-Strength Triple Link].

The sword light is extremely fast.

A sneer appeared in Mu Xinyue's eyes, and the sword style in his hand changed, as if it was slow and urgent, and it was slowly swung out, and the blade was cold, stabbing at all the extremely strange directions in the void.

Ding Ding Ding!

Three soft sounds of metallic resonance.

Martian sputtering.

The two of them are in shape, and they are separated by a touch.

Around the ring, there was a cheer.

"Blocked. ”

"Lin Beichen's invincible three-sword style was really blocked by Senior Sister Mu. ”

"Finally, someone can block Senior Brother Lin's sword"

"It's worthy of being a final, and it's good to look at it if it's evenly matched. ”

"However, will Senior Brother Lin have other swordsmanship?"

There was a lot of chatter all around.

The two geniuses, as soon as they met, the suspense and anticipation came all at once.

Mu Xinyue smiled slightly and said, "If I'm not mistaken, classmate Lin has only mastered one set of swordsmanship so far, and it's these three sword styles, hehe." ”

Lin Beichen said: "It's a pity that you guessed wrong. ”

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Thank you Dao, Yuan, Nian Wuwei, Ouyang Ziyun and everyone who sent a knife for their great support.