In the second battle between Nanming Academy and Zhulu Academy, Legge was defeated and Ji Ming won!

This result made the Nan Ming pride suffer a lot of blows, the first battle Zhang Ziwu lost, although victory and defeat are commonplace, but everyone is a little depressed and anxious after all, and now Legge not only failed to win back a game, but sent the victory into the opponent's bag again, which means that Zhulu Academy has won two consecutive victories, and Nanming Academy is two consecutive defeats.

Ling Qingyun, Lin Qiancheng, Meng Shanzhi and other famous Nan Mingjiao looked at each other, but they felt that the atmosphere was more depressing than they imagined, Zhang Ziwu and Legge were not strong? No, their final outburst could even kill a first-order demon beast. Didn't Zhang Ziwu and Legge do their best? No, both of them were pale at this time, and Zhang Ziwu was even more coughing, if he hadn't just taken the medicine, he was afraid that he would have to cough up blood.

His own young Tianjiao has tried his best, but the opponent is too strong, and he is always better, although they win very reluctantly, but victory is victory after all.

"I'm sorry, I lost. Legge returned to his companions and said apologetically, knowing what this defeat meant.

Lin Qiancheng frowned, as if he was about to say something to reprimand, but Ling Qingyun solemnly patted Legge on the shoulder: "Leave it to us." ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at the young man whose face was already slightly pale: "Zhulu Academy was built in Guanzhou, which is the first military important place in Qinghe. The people of Guanzhou are the families of the soldiers of the past dynasties, and each family will inherit their father's armor soldiers to fight, and its martial arts are incomparable to all states. As a deer student, they will set foot on the Great Wall with weapons in their hands one month after entering school, and as a result, their flesh and bones are also impregnated with the soul of an iron-blooded army that has lasted for thousands of years......"

"Are you saying this to increase the morale of others and destroy your own prestige?" Lin Qiancheng snorted coldly when he heard this, and thunder flames almost broke out in his eyes.

"No, I mean we are facing a strong opponent, that Gao Longhu and Ji Ming are playing battlefield tactics, and Zhang Ziwu and Legge are not unjustly defeated. Ling Qingyun sighed, but his eyes did not dim because of this decline, but became brighter.

"But we want to win, our Nanming students also have their own pride, they are the tigers of Guanzhou that intimidate the Quartet, but we are the sun of Lizhou that shines in the world!"

"The Yang of Lizhou!" these four words shocked Nan Mingjiao, as if he had just heard the proud legend. Indeed, they saw pride in the eyes of Zhulu Tianjiao, which was the pride that made them feel deeply honored and willing to protect it at all costs, perhaps this was the reason why Gao Longhu and Ji Ming won resolutely.

"I've been taught!" Zhong Mingsong sighed, and then solemnly clenched his fists towards Ling Qingyun: "This is a life motto, thank you Brother Ling for the gift!"

"I can't believe that you have such an awareness!" Meng Shanzhi also sighed sincerely, facing Ling Qingyun's solemn look, he really felt that he had been crazy for two years.

Lin Qiancheng was silent, but he showed a thoughtful expression, while Ling Qingyun looked at the shortest companion seriously.

In the next showdown, Nanming's side cannot be defeated, and none of them can be defeated.

As long as it loses again, Zhulu Academy will win three victories, and the result of this duel will be determined, and Nanming Academy can't afford to lose!

Such a heavy burden fell on Song Xin, who was the youngest and weakest among all of them, and even Lin Qiancheng was a little unbearable, he even wanted to replace this young man in the battle, but once this happened, Song Xin had to face the second strongest opponent in the Zhulu Academy, if he couldn't even win this game, changing the order of battle would just delay death needlessly.

"I can. Song Xin raised his head at Ling Qingyun's gaze, and his expression was so resolute for the first time: "I won't give you a shame on us Nanming Academy!"

"Even if you lose, people won't blame you. Seeing this, Meng Shanzhi couldn't bear it, patted the young man's shoulder and sighed.

"But I can't forgive myself for that. Song Xin replied very solemnly, and strode out with his head held high.

Ling Qingyun smiled with relief, he felt that Song Xin had changed at that moment, it was a change that had to be forced out by shouldering the responsibility, Song Xin was forced out of the power to defeat Leg, Zhang Ziwu and almost draw with Monsan, and now he is shouldering the glory that is heavier than the class, called the Yang of Lizhou, this piece of jade will inevitably be shaken by the difficulty of bearing this pressure, but it will also really wash away the lead and glow with an amazing treasure.

On the treetops, the man who was coldly watching Nanming's consecutive defeats looked at Song Xin who came out of the battle and Ling Qingyun, who had previously made a generous declaration, with appreciation: "Song Xinguo is a good embryo, this Ling Qingyun is indeed talented, and he deserves to be the first person in this year." ”

"This man doesn't seem to be able to do anything. Looking at Song Xin striding out of the Nanming camp, the students thought of it like this, they could see that this young man who was younger than everyone was not a tough character, and he even lacked the recklessness that Tianjiao should have, but Zhongtianjiao did not underestimate Song Xin, Nanming Academy would not send this person to fight without purpose, the younger and inconspicuous he looked, the more worthy of vigilance.

"Brother Murong, I'll leave it to you. Fan Huangwu looked at the black-clothed young man on the left hand side, the latter nodded, stepped forward without saying a word, and came to Song Xin in silence.

"What a gloomy feeling, what kind of freak did Zhulu send?" Nan Mingjiao also secretly slandered himself, and paid nervous attention to Song Xin, could he be shaken by this strange opponent? With his temperament, he really shouldn't be too harsh!

But Song Xin was more calm than everyone who knew him imagined, and he faced the black-clothed young man with a fist and smiled with great confidence: "Song Xin of Nanming Academy, I have seen this brother!"

The black-clothed young man looked at Song Xin coldly, but he didn't see fear in this immature-looking baby-faced young man: "Zhulu Academy, Murong Zhuo, please advise!"

"Qiang!" Before the words fell, the two arcs collided like lightning, exploding the impact air flow that swept through several feet of fallen leaves, a trace of surprise flowed in Murong Zhuo's eyes, but Song Xin smiled and showed his mouth full of white teeth, and the weapon in his hand slashed out with all his might, changing his usual dexterity and elegance, but like a thunderbolt!

There was another bang, and the heavy exchange of blades between the two teenagers actually splashed bright sparks, and the blow also made both sides confirm the strength of their opponents, and their eyes added solemnity. Coincidentally, the weapons used by the two are both knives, and the shape and style are also the same, which makes this battle more-for-tat.

"Take it!" Confronted Murong Zhuo for a moment, Song Xin actually chose to take the initiative to attack, a war knife was like a meteor in his hand, fast and at the same time with a thunderous momentum, Murong Zhuo's eyes flashed slightly, he did not take it hard but unloaded the power of this blow with skill, and then took advantage of Song Xin's knife momentum to stab out the war knife without hesitation, and the tip of the knife pointed directly at Song Xin's heart!

"Not good!" Ling Qingyun frowned slightly, Song Xin's biggest weakness was his lack of self-confidence, a thorn in his heart was not terrible, the key was whether he could stay calm!

Song Xin's resolute and proud expression appeared in front of him when he came out, but Ling Qingyun took the initiative to loosen his tense heartstrings: "I shouldn't underestimate him. Ling Qingyun smiled, but heard a loud shout in the battle circle.

"Brother Tai, don't underestimate me!" With this roar that still retains the immature style of a teenager, the war knife that should be difficult to turn back suddenly turned around in Song Xin's hand, and also rushed towards Murong Zhuo's waist and abdomen, this is obviously a way of fighting with injuries for injuries, which is not uncommon in battle, but Song Xin actually used this trick? Southern Mingjiao, including Lin Qiancheng, was dumbfounded, and only then did he understand Song Xin's fundamental changes.

"This kid, I'm afraid I'm going to soar to the sky!" Thinking of the other party's age and that strange fighting talent, everyone couldn't help but think of it with envy, but they added a few points of confidence to this battle.

The blades are staggered, but the two teenagers have blood on their bodies, this is a more dangerous way to play than the first two battles, and the outcome of this battle is also more important than the first two, Song Xin gritted his teeth, and the raging fire in his eyes showed that he was never willing to lose, and although Murong Zhuo looked cold, he also knew the fact that as long as he won the young man in front of him, the Zhulu Academy would be able to win this duel.

In the face of victory and glory, what is a little pain? The two teenagers raised their knives again without paying attention to the injury, and fought with fire and light, the sound made the eardrums numb, but it did not prevent the two teenagers from swinging their knives again and colliding again, originally intending to avoid the opponent's attack that was directly aimed at the point, but because of the opponent's keen intuition, it became hard, which made their mouths numb and their hearts also shocked.

Murong Zhuo suddenly smiled, this smile made Song Xin a little inexplicable, so he smiled back with confidence, and then he was surprised that Murong Zhuo's speed had increased, and what was even more inexplicable was that the sound and action of his swinging knife also seemed to disappear invisibly, and each knife disappeared into the shadows, like a poisonous snake attacking, and he couldn't guard against it with one blow!

"What kind of means is this?" Song Xin was shocked, but only to realize that Murong Zhuo's face had been surrounded by a strange pale black gas, and then he looked at his whole body as well, but because the other party was dressed in black, it was night at this time, and he didn't notice it at the first time!

"It's actually Yinxing?" Ling Qingyun, Lin Qiancheng and the others had already judged the situation when they saw this, and then they were all shocked, Yin Xing cultivators had the fewest among the eight attributes, but this attribute could be described as the most weird and difficult of the eight attributes, and it was night at this time, this Murong Zhuo was definitely not easy to deal with!

Just as they thought, as soon as the Yin Xing True Qi came out, Song Xin immediately fell into disadvantage, the sword technique was not exquisite, but the fighting consciousness was extraordinary, he could have parried every knife of the opponent and returned the color, but now that Murong Zhuo attached the Yin Xing True Qi to the knife, the knife was still visible, but the trajectory of his actions became unpredictable, so that Song Xin's parry again and again failed, and there were more large and small blood mouths on his body- Only he, Song Xin, could still protect the key in such a passive situation, only suffering minor injuries but not fatal injuries, and the skill and tenacity he showed at this time made Murong Zhuo's eyes show surprise.

"He has a lot of backbone, but if he goes on like this, he will definitely lose. The young man behind Fan Huangwu commented: "If he is half a year older, or if he changes the time to daytime, Murong Zhuo may not be able to get him." ”

"I don't think so. Fan Huangwu's eyes flashed slightly: "This Song Xin is not simple!"

"Yin Xing True Qi, what kind of weird attribute is this, I would rather believe that it is an illusion!" Song Xin, who was suffering from Murong Zhuo's slam blow, felt bitter in his heart, the feeling of the blade cutting through the flesh was so painful and cold, it made him feel furious in his heart, and he wanted to turn around and run, but there was a voice in his heart that made him stand in place, straightening his spine to meet the honor challenge from another public academy.

"If you can't retreat, then let's fight!" Song Xin's smile suddenly became calm, and the knife in his hand resounded with the sound of a dragon roaring and a tiger roaring in a violent tremor!

"Brother Murong, please see the sunshine of my Lizhou!"