He looked at Ding Ning and read out the two names on the scroll casually but with interest.

"Gu Xichun, to Nangong picking. ”

As his voice sounded, Gu Xichun Huo Ran raised his head, and many low whispers beside him also sounded.

The emotions in these whispers are complex, some whispers have sympathy, some are obviously gloating, and some people's whispers contain a sense of relief.

Many students have heard that Gu Xichun and Ding Ning and others have had a holiday, but Nangong Caishu is one of the people who stood firmly by Ding Ning's side from the beginning.

It's definitely a battle with clear factions, but definitely a battle with strong and weak sides.

Nangong Caishu is not even in the top fifty of the talent book, but Gu Xichun is ranked third in the talent book, in the sea of thorns in front, Gu Xichun has not been injured at all, but Nangong Caishu's injury is extremely serious.

And for a few people, the most critical significance of this battle is that Gu Xichun will also make a move in front of everyone.

The Shadow Mountain Sword Cave is not a particularly outstanding cultivation place in Changling, although Gu Xichun is the leader of the generation of cultivators in the Shadow Mountain Sword Cave, he was only slightly famous before, but in just over half a year, he has become one of the strongest young talents in Changling, which itself has countless questions.

For all the candidates who want to make a difference in the Minshan Sword Meeting, this question is equivalent to danger.

......

In a soft voice containing various emotions, Ding Ning's brows furrowed slightly.

The Minshan Sword Sect cultivator who had never had any expression on his face before looked at Ding Ning, who frowned slightly, but the corners of his mouth rippled with a smile that was imperceptible in the night, thinking that you who have always been calm will still feel embarrassed, and you will still frown like a normal person.

Nangong Caishu took a deep breath, she glanced at Ding Ning, Zhang Yi and the others, and was about to move without the slightest fear on her face.

"You throw in the towel. ”

However, at this moment, Ding Ning's voice sounded and reached her ears.

Nangong Caishu was stunned for a moment, "Why?"

"You won't be his opponent. ”

Ding Ning looked at her stubborn eyebrows, shook his head, and said seriously: "There is no point. ”

She would be outraged if someone else said such a thing to her, but she was sure that Ding Ning's judgment would not be wrong.

"Is there really not even a possibility?"

She also frowned deeply, looked at Ding Ning and asked with some unwillingness.

"Not at all. Ding Ning looked at her and said, "I shouldn't even be able to let him suffer a little bit of injury." ”

Nangong Caishu was silent for a while, and then said, "You can guess what kind of sword scripture he is cultivating... Or is there something about him that suddenly became stronger?"

Ding Ning shook his head, "I don't know." ”

Nangong Caishu raised his head, looked at his eyes that were shining in the dark, and said, "I want to take him with a sword." ”

Ding Ning's brows, which had been loosened, suddenly frowned again.

"I understand you're worried about me getting hurt more. Nangong Caishu looked at him and said softly seriously: "But I promise you, I will only use one sword... I'll just show you his sword, and then I'll throw in the towel. ”

Ding Ning's brows did not loosen, but he did not refuse, he thought for a very short time, and then nodded.

"If that's the case, you don't have one sword, you need two. ”

Nangong Caishu was slightly stunned, she didn't understand the meaning of Ding Ning's words.

Ding Ning had already continued: "Against the cold, and then a thousand sails will be gone." ”

Nangong Caishu understood a little for a while, but she didn't understand.

Reverse Water Han and Qianfan are all sword styles in the Water Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace that she and Zhang Yi and the others had comprehended on the sword fetus before they had practiced the sword path before.

Of course, the sword styles in the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra are extremely exquisite, but the sword intent of these two sword styles, and even the method of true yuan operation, are very different, and it seems that they cannot be used together at all.

Ding Ning didn't explain, just looked at her calmly.

"Good. ”

Nangong Caishu didn't say anything more, nodded, and began to move.

"Senior brother... Is it really going to be okay?" Zhang Yi hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but say with great concern.

"It's a matter of mutual trust. Ding Ning turned his head to look at him sideways and said, "Since we trust each other, there will be no problems." ”

......

Gu Xichun, who had been stationed in an idle field, looked at Nangong Caishu who was walking slowly, but his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

He saw that Nangong Caishu and Ding Ning had a conversation, but he couldn't hear the content of the conversation between the two.

Could it be that Ding Ning thinks that Nangong Caishu has the potential to defeat him?

It made him feel a little humiliated.

His right hand landed on the hilt of his sword, and before he could reach his chest, an extremely cold aura seeped out of his scabbard.

Several students who were close to Gu Xichun suddenly breathed slightly, and their eyes involuntarily fell to the feet in front of them.

For some reason, they all felt a strange and dangerous aura coming out from under their feet.

Nangong Caishu faced Gu Xichun directly, of course she also felt this strange qi, this qi even made the wounds on her body feel as if they had been soaked in ice water, but she was just constantly recalling the two sword moves that Ding Ning said in her mind at this time, and there was just a deep contemplative look on her face.

Gu Xichun's face became even more gloomy, he looked at Nangong Caishu who walked into the venue, and said, "Please." ”

Nangong Caishu was still thinking about how the two sword moves couldn't be connected, and she was a little fascinated, and subconsciously replied: "Please." ”

Gu Xichun's face was even more gloomy, especially the crimson color in his slightly sunken eye sockets suddenly deepened, as if blood was about to pour out of his skin.

He began to draw his sword.

The hilt of his sword was dark red, and as he moved, a more vivid red shone out from the mouth of the scabbard, but the blade was an even more vivid blood red, as if a stream of blood was pouring out of his scabbard.

It was only at this time that Nangong Caishu woke up.

For normal battles, her reaction was already too slow, and it was easy to lose the lead when she shot, and she didn't even have time to judge the opponent's sword momentum.

However, she chose to trust Ding Ning, but at this time, she didn't need to think about it at all, and she didn't need to look at what sword power Gu Xichun used.

It's just that the moment Huo Ran woke up, she let out an agitated roar, and without thinking about it, she drew her sword and pulled out her sword.

The sword is fast and natural.

A stream of crystal water formed around her in an instant.

At the same time, the sword light in her hand was slashed out in the opposite square of the crystal water flowing.

This is the "Reverse Water Cold" in the Yunshui Palace Water Linglong Sword Sutra.

If it is a big sword, at this time, Nangong Caishu's sword light must be like a big boat going upstream, with an unyielding and unruly atmosphere, but the sword selected by Nangong Caishu in the Sword Valley is extremely small, only a foot long, especially the sword body is strangely curved, at this time, as soon as the sword light comes out, it goes up against the current in the crystal water, but it is like a snake in the water.

What's even more surprising is that her sword hilt is silver, and the sword body is a pale white small sword, although it looks small, but it has an amazing sharpness, and the vast majority of cultivators watching the battle were shocked to see that this sword traveled through the crystal water, and the crystal water flow seemed to be non-existent, and the crystal water flow that was cut off even gave people a feeling that there was always a thin distance from the sword body.

The vast majority of the masters of the cultivation ground in the field were powerful cultivators who far surpassed the beings present, although most of them had never seen the Water Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace, but when Nangong Caishu cast this sword, they could all easily judge that the original power of this sword was that the sword qi and the crystal water flow were agitated, and they went upstream, bringing up many sharp water lines, such as many thin water swords stabbing at the opponent at the same time.

However, because of the special nature of Nangong Caishu's sword, at this moment, it did not stir up any waterlines, but refracted a lot of crystal light.

In an instant, the sword light in Nangong Caishu's hand seemed to have turned into countless swords.

Countless crystal sword lights fell towards Gu Xichun's cover, and it was difficult to distinguish which sword was the real one.

Many of the candidates turned pale.

They suddenly realized that they might not be able to catch Nangong Caishu's sword if they changed themselves.

A look of shock also flashed in the depths of Gu Xichun's eyes, but his face did not change at all.

He drew his blood-colored sword and swung it, but instead of facing it, it fell diagonally to the ground in front of him.

Sneer...

A dense roar filled everyone's ears.

In the shocked gaze of most people, countless small pillars of dust rose off the ground with the strange tremor of the ground, and flew upward.

The tiny pillars of dust collided with each other, creating a sandstorm from the ground, and Gu Xichun's figure disappeared directly into the dust.

However, at the same time, in the midst of the rolling dust waves, there was a chilling sword intent.

A lot of dust twisted and twisted, faintly forming sharp objects, like many swords trying to peek out of the dust waves.