Xun Wushuang's mood of wanting to calm down was ignited by Murong Min's words.

Everyone in the audience was also furious. Just now they humiliated this barbarian, but they didn't expect this guy to be the other way around now, and he dared to despise Miss Xun like this, it was really unbearable!

But because of the old man's warning, no one dared to really do anything to Murong Min on the stage, just shouted and told him to wait.

For a while, people seemed to forget that there was a teenager who had also been despised by Miss Xun.

In fact, this is an extremely normal thing, warriors fight, such provocative words, not because of contempt for each other, but out of a kind of self-confidence.

Obviously, the brute was extremely confident.

And what you have to do is to use your strength to shut him up, not to be incompetent and furious.

Xun Wushuang's red lips opened slightly, he took a deep breath, and under his slightly childish face, the pair of peaks and peaks that were extremely inconsistent with his appearance rose and fell.

With a twist of her right foot, she took a big step to the right, bowed slightly, and stared.

Then she drew two short swords about two feet long, one in front and one in reverse, and crossed her hands in front of her chest, ready to attack.

This is Xunmen's Confucian swordsmanship.

A sword for offense, a sword for defense, offense and defense have each other, complement each other.

With the twin swords unsheathed, the aura brewing in Xun Wushuang's body also reached its peak at this moment. I saw that outside her pale cyan tight-fitting skirt, she exuded an aura like light smoke, and the silver-white sword body reflected more and more cold and translucent.

And Murong Min looked at this scene, looking unhurried and confident.

Under the stage, Mo Jun frowned and gently put the tea bowl in his hand on the table beside him.

Although the two of them made a move, Mo Jun already felt the difference between the realms of the two.

Although the monks of the Transformation Realm can transform their form with qi and hurt people, most of them are only tangible and incorporeal, so the aura can only be used as an auxiliary soldier with real soldiers, so the duel between the masters of the same realm has to rely on the blade in his hand.

And once the realm reaches the colorless realm like Mo Jun, the sky is dark, and the sun and moon are dark.

Therefore, the fight of monks below the Colorless Realm is like a child in Mo Jun's eyes, and even if he is a master who has just stepped into the Colorless Realm, he can destroy them with a single sword.

And Miss Xun is obviously still in the transformation realm, even if she transforms into a great transformation, it will still be in the transformation realm after all.

On the other hand, the barbarian seemed to be deliberately hiding his aura, so the momentum he exuded was also under the colorless realm. But when he faced a master of the same level, he actually dared to confidently use the qi blade as a soldier, so it seems that either his true level is more than this, or his body and martial arts are superior.

Just when the two were confronting, the venue suddenly fell silent, and the sound of needles falling to the ground could be heard, and everyone held their breath and stared at the two people on the stage with wide eyes, for fear of missing a trace of detail.

The next moment, someone moved.

Xun Wushuang's jade foot kicked the ground violently, and the snow-white right sword slashed a cold blade, stabbing straight towards Murong Min, while the other left sword, which was on the defensive, also quietly sideways in an arc at this time.

Murong Min looked at the attacking sword blade and narrowed his eyes, until the blade turned into a dot in his eyes, and then instantly turned sideways and dodged to the side, and at the same time slashed towards Xun Wushuang's waist with his backhand.

A sneer appeared on Xun Wushuang's pretty face, as if the other party's backhand was in her expectation. In the face of this horizontal sword, she did not hurry, the right sword gave way, the left sword turned from defense to attack, and slammed into the air blade head-on from the bottom up.

At the moment of collision, the qi blade in Murong Min's hand suddenly broke into two, and the front part lost its support, dissipating into the air like smoke in the wind.

Air soldiers, after all, can't defeat real soldiers.

Murong Min hurriedly stepped back, and after a breath, the half-cut qi blade suddenly returned to its original state.

Seeing that the brute fell into disadvantage, everyone in the audience immediately applauded again and again, clapped their hands and ridiculed him for not being able to do anything.

"Little Seventh Girl is mighty!" the people shouted.

However, the two people on the stage didn't care much about them, Xun Wushuang saw that he only used one move, which made Murong Min so embarrassed, and couldn't help but mock: "Murong Gongzi, if you regret and want to use a sword now, Miss Ben will give you a chance with the magnanimity of the Central Plains." ”

"No, just let the horses come. Murong Min replied with a smile.

"The dead duck has a hard mouth, I see how you can hide!"

Xun Wushuang's willow eyebrows furrowed, his apricot eyes were round, and he attacked again with a low shout, the fierceness of the sword was as fierce as the blow just now.

It is still the right sword to attack, and then to supplement, the left sword turns to attack in a defensive position, and the two swords roar together, attacking Murong Min's left and right sides at a speed that is imperceptible to the naked eye, and the oblique stab is attacking, and the strength of one move is even worse, one is more powerful than the other, and it is difficult to stop like a raging storm.

The applause from the audience also covered the waves.

Murong Min looked chaotic, his breath was scattered, his steps were vain, and when he hurriedly parried, he had gradually been forced into the dead corner of the ring, and if he took a step back, he would fall completely.

And for the attacker, falling out of the ring means losing.

Obviously, Murong Min didn't want this to happen, he glanced to the side with a panicked expression, and as soon as the palm of his sword was loosened, the qi blade in his hand suddenly dissipated. Then, the majestic aura swirled around his body, attached to his legs and feet, and seemed to want to retreat to the other side of the ring.

"I can only hide, what kind of ability!"

These small movements were naturally accurately captured by Xun Wushuang, and she couldn't help laughing, and the Dan lips were slightly upturned, and she hurriedly stopped the trend and pulled it down.

She coughed lightly, how could Miss Xunmen have such a gaffe, she had to put on a serious look, and she couldn't laugh yet.

Thinking like this, Xun Wushuang didn't plan to give this barbarian any more chance, she screamed, and the monstrous momentum roared up, condensing like a vortex behind her, turning into a sword shadow that was a foot high.

Then, the left sword she was holding behind her back became a positive grip at that time, and she stretched forward, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Murong Min's eyebrows.

The sword shadow standing behind him slowly turned sideways as if he had received some kind of edict, and the shadow and the two swords almost merged into one, pointing at Murong Min with a panicked face, as if he was announcing his death sentence.

Murong Min stumbled, took another step back, stepped into the air, and almost fell.

This scene seemed so funny to everyone that people couldn't help but laugh.

The next moment, the laughter was covered by the sound of a sword, which was high-pitched and clear, and the sound was like thunder, and in an instant, the wind was raging, and the sea of clouds was surging, covering the sky and the sun.

At this moment, all things in heaven and earth suddenly lost their brilliance.

This sword actually has a bit of the momentum of the colorless realm.

"Little Seventh Girl is mighty!" people looked at this vision of heaven and earth in amazement, and raised their arms and shouted, and their excitement could not be suppressed.

She's only sixteen years old!

On weekdays, Miss Xunmen is talented and progresses rapidly, but she can't imagine that it has reached such a point, and in time, how many people in this world can be her opponents?

The Four Seas Alliance seems to be changing hands.

Bang!

Xun Wushuang's figure turned into a streamer and burst out, the human sword shadow was like one at this time, the sword light was slashing, the sword body was like Mu Gangfeng, the sword momentum, destroying the withering and decaying, overwhelming the mountains and the sea!

Xun Wushuang's heart was shocked, even she herself couldn't imagine that she could use such a move, when the sea of qi rose, the moment she spied into the colorless realm, almost made her forget everything, and turned the sword into an attack like selflessness, wanting to cut off what was in front of her desperately.

So, she stabbed the sword.

"Hey. Mo Jun in the audience sighed, raised his forehead and sighed: "It's a pity." ”

"Alas......" The old man who returned to the pavilion to look at the scene also sighed, and his eyes full of hope suddenly dimmed: "Miss, after all, you still can't comprehend Xunmen's Confucian sword method......"

"One article and one martial arts are complementary to each other; one defense and one attack are also complementary to each other; attacking the sword outside the system, guarding the sword strategy inside, can be transferred, but not assimilated, otherwise the essence will be confused. Just like the Taiji Yin and Yang, Heaven and Earth, Sun and Moon, Civil and Military...... When will you agree with this?"

With that, the old man closed his eyes in frustration.

Because what is going to happen next, he can guess without looking.

Murong Min, who was already six gods and no master, looked at the oncoming sword light, and a hint of an imperceptible smile crossed the corner of his mouth, and then his aura sank suddenly, like a bottomless ocean.

After the silence, it is the air that rushes into the sky.

A qi machine that surpassed Xun Wushuang's sword qi burst open in an instant, like a huge palm falling from the sky, pressing fiercely on the sword light, and instantly crushing the poor little sword into powder.

That's the power that truly belongs to the Colorless Realm.

Xun Wushuang, who completely gave up his defensive position and turned into sword light, had no way to retreat, just like the assassin who left everything behind, once he was gone, he would never return.

Murong Min stretched out a hand, his palm opened, and the violent sea of qi spread again, forging a sharp golden sword from his palm.

This sword emitted a light that was even more dazzling than the sun on the dome.

He held his sword in both hands, raised it high, and slashed at the oncoming figure.

This last-minute earth-shattering attack is the real turn from defense to offense.

The giant palm pressed down, and the golden sword also fell, and when the two forces collided, the light shone, and everyone in the audience closed their eyes vigorously, but even so, they still couldn't stop the dazzling light.

There was a loud bang, the dust drifted away, and the floating light fell.

Everything was as calm as before.

The difference is that Xun Wushuang's figure was trembling slightly, and the double swords in her hands had already flown out of her hands and were inserted upside down in the ring.

Murong Min put a sword across her neck and smiled indifferently.

"Miss Xun, you lost. ”