With a loud bang, the battle broke out.

As fast as lightning, the sword slashes through the sun and the white rainbow, the momentum is like a swimming dragon, the spear dances into the angry sea waves, a green shirt, a blue robe, the body surface of the two teenagers is surging with blazing true qi, at this time it is clear that all efforts are used, and the fierceness of the battle makes the audience can't help but hold their breath, and secretly sigh the strength of both sides.

The one in the green shirt is Ling Qingyun, the representative of Class B, who is known as the first sword of the year with his sharp Jin Xing true qi and a fast sword, and the one in the blue robe is Zhong Mingsong, the representative of the Ren class, who also made a name for himself in the same class with a spear.

Although the realm of the two sides is less than the peak of a thousand forgings, they both have amazing combat power that is enough to compete with the ordinary stone spirit realm, and now in the case of using the whole body ability, the momentum alone will make the viewers of the same class frightened, but they can't help but think of the shining cold sword light, the rain of guns that are like a cluster, if it falls on him, how many rounds can he support?

"Good marksmanship!" Ling Qingyun slashed out a sword, like a meteor breaking through the sky as fast as it was unstoppable, but unexpectedly, Zhong Mingsong waved the big gun in his hand, and the clumps of spears and flowers actually wrapped around the blade of the sword like a whirlpool, resisting the blow he was determined to get, which made Ling Qingyun can't help but praise it, and pulled out the sword before it completely sank into the mud.

"Brother Ling's swordsmanship is not in vain!" Zhong Mingsong's eyes were solemn, but the big gun in his hand shook like a lush forest, and he pressed towards Ling Qingyun mightily, although he forced the sword edge away with his skills, but he was also shocked by the sudden attack in a cold sweat, the strongest part of his marksmanship is to entangle the opponent's weapon, forcing the opponent to completely fall into the rhythm of his own marksmanship, but Ling Qingyun saw through the trick, and easily pulled out the weapon, the previous moment of confrontation can be said to be half a catty, so that both sides are fully aware of the opponent's strength.

For Zhong Mingsong, the first scene was really bad luck for the representatives of class B, the college ranked A, B, C, D, and hexeng, Xin and non de, but the students always thought that the class A and B in the front order were always better than the class in the later order, and unconsciously formed a situation after the competition that the earlier the class was stronger, so as to push it on, Ling Qingyun, as the representative of class B, was the second strongest in this class!

And he is only a ninth! This situation did not discourage Zhong Mingsong, but became more and more powerful in the gun dance, the seven-foot spear danced into a mighty green dragon, teeth and claws, every piece of scale armor on his body showed a majestic majesty, and the coverage of the gun shadow became larger and larger, so that many viewers in the audience could not even see Ling Qingyun's figure - this young man in green shirt had been completely shrouded in the shadow of the gun!

Ling Qingyun was clearly aware of the danger, but he didn't want to be forced back by the spear, but he concentrated on the sword, the high condensation of Jin Xing's true qi made the blade of the sword exude a breathtaking edge, the advantage of this sword made Zhong Mingsong frightened and couldn't help but envy, this sword is enough to be called a divine soldier in this session, with Ling Qingyun's own strength, it really has an unstoppable power!

But I'm not weak either, Zhong Mingsong thought, he can also be called the first in this year's marksmanship, his big gun is also the best forging in the class, the gun head material is a friend's outstanding performance last time award, the gun barrel comes from the best green nut wood on Nanming Mountain - for this reason, he and more than a dozen classmates in the class teamed up with three first-order demon beasts to fight wits and courage! You have a sword, I also have a big gun, Jin Gu is sharp, Mu Xing's true qi is endless, who is afraid of whom?

Ren is not after B, and Mu may not be eaten to death by Jin, they are all the most potential age, and everyone has infinite possibilities! Zhong Mingsong's eyes are getting brighter and brighter, and countless gun shadows seem to be stabbing in all directions, but the real killing move completely locks the green-shirted young man in the jungle, Zhong Mingsong raised his back palm violently, and the green dragon roared, and finally broke out the killing move!

"Zhong Mingsong has made a trick!" Many people felt the change in the gun's momentum at this time and exclaimed, and the freshmen of Class B and Class Ren were even more nervous to pay attention to the figures in the ring, but when they saw Zhong Mingsong send the gun head, it was the entire gun shadow jungle pouring down, the sky net composed of superb martial arts was almost suffocating, but Ling Qingyun in the gun net was suddenly dazzling, and the sword in his hand was shining with brilliant golden light, like the sun rising, brazenly meeting the opponent's killing move!

The blades were staggered, making a tooth-aching sound, and everyone stared at the field with discomfort, but saw that when the sword and gun clashed, the golden light of the sword and the shadow of the gun jungle disappeared without a trace, and then, the spear in Zhong Mingsong's hand fell aside, he smiled bitterly, and looked at the three-foot Qingfeng who pointed directly at his throat.

The winner is already clear.

"Zhong Mingsong lost?

"What's going on, how did Ling Qingyun crack Zhong Mingsong's marksmanship?"

"That moment was too fast to see!"

There was a lot of discussion on the field, and the discussion between Class B and Class Ren was the most exciting, while being excited about victory, while not willing to fail, and most of the freshmen and even the entire junior period did not understand the process of the two deciding the winner, after all, the confrontation was too fast, even as a bystander!

"Brother Ling's decisive move is really a thunderous blow, which makes me convinced. In the ring, Zhong Mingsong sighed and admitted his defeat.

"Narrowly won half a move, and conceded!" Ling Qingyun also clenched his fists and said with a respectful attitude.

Only the two of them knew the truth of the previous collision best, when Zhong Mingsong's guns rolled down, Ling Qingyun immediately made a decision, used his keen consciousness to find the real gun head in the gun, provoked it in one fell swoop with the strongest true qi, and took advantage of the situation to break directly in front of Zhong Mingsong regardless of the sharpness of the gun, every inch was short and one inch was dangerous, when Ling Qingyun, who was known for his fast sword, bullied Zhong Mingsong, the outcome was decided.

Ling Qingyun was indeed narrowly defeated, at that time, as long as he was a little slower, or the blade of the sword was slightly deviated, he would be able to fall into the entanglement of the guns that split his head and cover his face, and the sword in his hand was left and right, until he was exhausted of his strength, Zhong Mingsong was so defeated but also convinced, the strongest thing about his spear shaking technique was that the strength of the gun was lingering and the truth was fake, Ling Qingyun was able to make a decision immediately, and finding out the true trajectory of the spear was enough to show that his combat awareness was more than his own, and his previous shot had accumulated his strength to the peak through marksmanship, but this was still broken by Ling Qingyun's sword, which illustrated the gap in the absolute strength of the two sides。

"Brother Ling is indeed so courageous. Thinking of this, Zhong Mingsong couldn't help but exclaim, when his spear was just swung away, many gun shadows were still the same, and it looked like dozens of spears were pointed at directly, how breathtaking? Ling Qingyun did not hesitate to face such a situation and directly pressed it, this is definitely not something that ordinary people can have.

And in fact, the power that is like a green dragon is just the true qi and strong wind that swings out, although it is enough to hurt people, the biggest effect is to deter, and in the face of Ling Qingyun's indomitable fighting style, it has no effect at all.

"I'm also desperate, because my sword path is only fast and unbreakable, and I capture a chance to win in the chaos, even if there is really danger ahead, I have to face the difficulties, otherwise I will lose my sharpness, and I am afraid that I will definitely lose. Ling Qingyun shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly, forcing his way into the guns made his face appear a few more red marks, and the green shirt was also torn in a few places, revealing the gold silk soft armor lined inside, but the soft armor was unharmed.

"Being able to gamble means that you have gambling funds, and being able to bet and win is both strength and luck, anyway, you won this time, but when I practice my marksmanship hard, I plan to ask Brother Ling for advice again after I improve my skills." Zhong Mingsong took a long breath, and his expression gradually relaxed, as if he had swept away the unhappiness of defeat.

"In the four years of study, there are opportunities. Ling Qingyun readily agreed, and it would also be extremely beneficial for him to fight such an opponent who was proficient in martial arts.

"Four years, Brother Ling is so ambitious!" Zhong Mingsong said, the two looked at each other and smiled, turned around and walked out of the ring, and returned to their classmates.

"Congratulations to Qingyun on his first victory!" The students of Class B hugged Ling Qingyun in the center and congratulated them with smiles.

"Brother Qingyun, how did you win just now? Why can't I understand?" but someone stepped forward and asked curiously, isn't this thief and thief Zhou Chi?

"It's just a fluke. Ling Qingyun smiled and responded to the enthusiasm of the students one by one and explained the key to the previous victory, which amazed everyone with its thrilling points.

"By the way, Lin Jian said that after you fight, hand over the sword to him, there will inevitably be wear and tear in the fierce battle, and you need to take good care of it. A teenager said.

"Thank you for informing me, Lin Jian is now participating in the forging competition?" Ling Qingyun asked.

"No, there are more than 60 forgers participating in the lower grades this year, so there is a good show to watch. The young man who replied looked a little regretful: "It's a pity that there are too many parallel games to take care of, otherwise it would be wonderful to look at the past one by one!"

Ling Qingyun nodded: "There is half an hour before the next competition, so we take this opportunity to go around and broaden our horizons." ”

"What Brother Ling said is very true, how about I go to Lelu to listen to it first? There is a senior sister in Class C whose Qingzhou order is particularly flavorful!" a teenager suggested.

"What's so nice about the pipa! A man is skilled at arching horses, and it's only interesting to watch horse races or archery!" another teenager immediately retorted.

"If you want me to say, go and see the school field, the military duel is more exciting, it is hundreds of people participating!" Someone laughed, of course, it is not hundreds of people competing in the art of war, but in order to facilitate the players to verify the art of war, the players can bring their companions to help the boxing, so the competition is not only a test of the troops on paper, but also involves the ability to command the troops and the tacit understanding with the "soldiers".

"Rhythm, horsemanship, and the art of war are just miscellaneous, so it's better to go and see other rings. Another teenager accosted: "It's a pity that Senior Duan Hongyan won too quickly, and I didn't have a chance to take a closer look." ”

The teenagers talked a lot, but they turned around the competition field, watching the forgers of the same age swinging the hammer and sweating, and also saw the musicians on the music field one by one to present songs, the piano and the bell and drum, the pipa suona, the entertainment is pleasant, each has its own merits, and see the people on the racecourse spurring the horses, striving to be upstream, and also seeing the young man dressed as a Confucian scholar chanting poems against each other, and the young general in armor commanding the soldiers and horses, each of them is doing their best in their own field, fighting for themselves and fighting for the glory of the class.

Half an hour is not short, but when appreciating the excitement, it flies, and the teenagers of Class B who did not participate in the competition did not have time to watch the competitions and reluctantly returned to the ring of the third session of the lower years, on which there were already two teenagers standing opposite each other, both smiling, and their proud faces revealed the confidence that they were determined to win.

"The next game is Class A Lin Qiancheng vs. Ding Ban Leger. A young man said, Ling Qingyun squinted his eyes slightly, Class A Lin is sincere, is he his strongest opponent?

Feeling Ling Qingyun's gaze, Lin Qiancheng turned his head and smiled at him, his flamboyant expression seemed to say that he had included victory in his bag.

"Really?" Ling Qingyun was not annoyed, who was strong and who was weak would only be known after a battle, and now it was still the stage where the two of them understood their opponents.

Class A Lin is humble and sincere, and what is the strength of the teenager who is faintly the first in strength this year? The battle in front of him is about to be revealed.