Coming out of Lu Manniang's quiet room, Li Chun smiled bitterly.

Originally, he wanted to make people not get too hopeful, but instead it turned into a gambling vow to declare victory, and he really pushed himself to the edge of the cliff.

"If you lose this time, you will be embarrassed in front of Manniang!"

In four days, like a white horse passing through a gap, Li Chun can't change any tricks no matter how he is.

In the past few days, Li Chun has indeed never seen the old man again, it seems that as he said, he has suddenly traveled far away and disappeared.

The meeting on the sword was held on time.

The five sword masters, led by the respected old man, have already entered the table.

Yue Tianying, the hall master of the Perak Hall, was already sitting with a smile, and beside him, the burly Lie Bahu looked at Li Chun opposite with disdain.

"Relax, it's just the first time, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, just show your understanding of the sword. ”

Lu Manniang gently patted Li Chun's arm.

At this time, Li Chun still wanted to say in passing, I will never lose, but after looking at the current situation, he finally gritted his teeth and held back.

"Two representatives, please go to the ring!"

The last of the sword masters shouted loudly.

is about to step into the ring of the sword conference, although Li Chun is holding on to a confident look, in fact, his heart has long been depressed and depressed, in the sea of knowledge, the two white jade doors still have not moved, the gold paper on it is fluttering, and there is still no hope of opening the Lang Huan Library.

"That's it!"

Li Chun clenched his fists, held the courage to see death as home, and stepped into the ring step by step.

"Come on, big brother!"

The disciples of the Qingling Pavilion shouted together, the screams of the little junior sister soared into the sky, and Xiao Hu took the lead in clapping his hands!

"Senior Brother will win! Senior Brother is mighty!"

Li Chun only felt that his face was hot, he glared at Xiao Hu fiercely, clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist, and walked slowly to the center of the ring.

Lieba also Huo Ran got up, the giant sword on his waist choked for a while, and strode to the opposite side of Li Chun.

"The sword meeting between the Qingling Pavilion and the Thunderbolt Hall is held once a year in September, which confirms the progress ......of the students on both sides in learning martial arts."

Before the meeting of the sword discussion began, the usual was the chatter of the sword masters that made people's ears callous, and Li Chun closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear.

Until suddenly a word floated into his ears,

"According to the ...... of the previous dynasty"

"Those who lose for ten years in a row will become a subordinate of the ......other party!

"Don't forget this!"

The tone of the sword master did not fluctuate in the slightest, but Li Chun's heart was shocked.

- At last year's Sword Meeting, no one mentioned it. In fact, of all the Qingling Pavilion disciples, it is estimated that none of them knew that there was such an agreement.

At this time, it was suddenly mentioned, could it be......

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his gaze fell on the face of Yue Tianying, the hall master of the Thunderbolt Hall, only to see him with a villainous smile.

“...... Until last year, the Qingling Pavilion had lost nine times in a row, and if it was defeated again this time," the Sword Master paused and nodded to Lu Manniang, "Pavilion Master Lu, you should fulfill the agreement!"

Lu Manniang owes herself, "You should be like this." ”

Her expression remained calm, and she didn't seem to care.

"Manniang, you didn't tell me that our Qingling Pavilion has lost nine times! you didn't tell me that if we lose again this time, there will be such a hellish agreement to be fulfilled!"

Li Chun was dizzy for a while, and roared wildly in his heart.

Qingling Pavilion has been losing for nine consecutive years, and this tenth year of the Sword Discussion Meeting is now not just as simple as his debut first battle! If he loses, then Qingling Pavilion will be reduced to an attachment to Thunderbolt Hall, and the name of Qingling Pavilion will disappear in Qingfeng City from now on!

Lu Manniang is determined not to marry, and has been fighting for so many years, isn't it just for the continuation of the Qingling Pavilion?

In the end, this heavy responsibility actually fell on his shoulders?

"Since there is no objection from both sides, today's sword meeting will begin!"

The sword master coughed and knocked lightly on the table, "Please Thunderbolt Hall disciple Lieba, show your swordsmanship first!"

"In!"

Lieba agreed loudly, glanced at Li Chun, sneered, drew his sword out of its sheath, and held it high to the sky!

This is the starting style of their Thunderbolt Hall Thunder Sword Technique.

Although it is to show their newly created sword moves, it is certainly impossible to end with a single swing of a sword, for beginners of kendo, it is natural to dance a set of ready-made swordsmanship first, and then sandwich the new move in the swordsmanship, in order to ensure the integrity of the sword intent, and also make the sword master more praised.

"Whew-"

Fiercely wielding his long sword, the whistling sound was full of power.

It can be seen that on top of this thunder sword technique, he has also put in a lot of effort.

However, this momentum did not satisfy the sword masters, in fact, there were two less obvious frowns - this can't be helped, the current atmosphere is like this, this kind of liliang-type swordsmanship has never been liked by the sword masters.

However, Lieba is not worried, after all, the quality of the sword moves is there, as long as he can play normally, the evaluation of the eighth grade will not escape.

His sword swung faster and faster, and the sound of wind and thunder faintly came from the sword light, and the mystery of the thunder sword technique was also brought into full play by him.

"This big man is really not bad......"

Li Chun, who was still looking forward to making a mistake in his heart, was disappointed, seeing that he had a solid foundation and was proficient in swordsmanship, it was really unlikely that he would make a mistake.

As the fierce sword swing became faster and faster, his sword moves finally reached a climax!

Laugh at!

Suddenly, the light in the sword light was dazzling, as if there was really an electric light passing by, and everyone was a flower in front of them!

"The wind stirs up huge waves, and the thunder carries the golden drum!"

Lieba shouted!

Thunder and lightning one move, out!

The sword is like lightning, brilliant and dazzling.

It was like a thunderbolt on the ground, and there was a bang, and the audience under the ring was shocked, and even the two sleepy sword masters suddenly widened their eyes.

A thunderous sword!

This zuihou swing out, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he put away his sword and stood, his forehead sweating, and his chest rose and fell.

For a moment, there was silence.

This trick is really good.

"Although it's a bit rough, it's a bit wild, if it's a sword, I think it can be ranked among the eight grades!"

"What the brothers said is very true, in the eyes of the old man, the middle school of Perak Hall, his sword is like an old pawn in the army, vulgar and unliterate, but it is rare to be strong and strong, and there is a faint military atmosphere, I also give an eight-grade evaluation!"

Several sword teachers on the stage discussed for a while and all came to the same conclusion.

Eight pins?

This is objective and fair.

Li Chun sighed, this is the expected result, this move is not gorgeous, but the momentum is not bad, if you only pursue victory or defeat, maybe the evaluation will be higher.

But Bapin is enough to defeat himself.

Because he doesn't have a trick, if he makes up a trick on the spot, it will naturally be out of the product.

He glanced at Lu Manniang, who was still sitting quietly, smiling encouragingly at herself.

"it!"

Li Chun gritted his teeth, so far, there is only one fight, I heard that there are many geniuses who dance the sword, with the promotion of the sword intent, they naturally create moves, but they become supreme masters!

Although he has not succeeded, he has been immersed in willow swordsmanship for more than two years, and he has practiced hard every day, maybe practice makes perfect, and he may be able to create a trick temporarily!

"Please ask Qingling Pavilion disciple Li Chun to show his swordsmanship!"

The sword master judged the sword move of Lie's draw, asked him to step down, and called Li Chun up again.

Li Chun glanced at the five sword masters, only to see that the old man led by him had a cold face, did not smile, his heart was cold, his palms were a little sweaty, he gritted his teeth and pulled out his long sword, stood in place, looked at his nose and nose, and devoted himself to the situation of forgetting himself.

If you want to turn the tables, you must first defeat yourself.

Whether you succeed or not, at least give it your all!

"I'm a man destined to become a sword master, what's there to be afraid of in this little scene!"

He held his sword silently, his body motionless, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was in a trance, only the light wind stirred his clothes, fluttering slowly.

"What is Senior Brother doing?"

"Why don't you move?"

The juniors and disciples whispered.

The people of Perak Hall were even more scoffing.

"No, I heard that Li Chun of the Qingling Pavilion is the best at pretending to be a ghost, but it's a pity that the sword in this ring is a real sword and a real gun, and there is no way to fool it!"

"Yes, how can he be compared to Senior Brother Lieba?"

"I haven't moved for so long, have you forgotten all the introductory swordsmanship?" hahahaha!"

Ugly laughter came from the side of the Thunderbolt Hall, and the disciples of the Qingling Pavilion glared angrily, but they were also anxious.

"Senior Brother won't lose! Senior Brother must have great swordsmanship! He also promised Kexin!"

The little junior sister was anxious, crying and mourning, and tears were dripping in her eyes.

"Ahem......"

The sword master on the stage also coughed dissatisfiedly.

"Li Chun, please hurry!"