The third match of the top 16 of the Nanshan Conference.

The king is also silent about a sword piercing his heart.

Whether it is Ning Wuya or Wang Ye, they are all favorites to win the championship this time, and they met in the top 16, which naturally attracted the attention of many people.

Ning Wuya is Chinese New Year's Eve years old today, and he carries an unsheathed iron sword on his right waist.

The sword was black and unbladed, so it didn't have any edge, but the people below definitely wouldn't underestimate this guy. In the last game, he defeated one of the three swords of Emei with an unsheathed sword.

It can be seen that his swordsmanship has entered the realm.

However, Wang Ye had defeated Zhuge Wushuang with heaven-level martial arts before.

The two are evenly matched.

Soon, Wang also got into the ring, looking at each other with a smile on his face.

Ning Wuya was the opposite of Wang, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a deep voice: "You strike first." ”

"Why?"

Wang also asked with a smile.

Ning Wuya said calmly: "You don't have a weapon in your hand, if I take out the sword, you will die." ”

What a cocky guy.

However, he is also mad.

Except for Luo Feijian, he really has no one to be afraid of in Huaxia.

In the face of such a rampant guy, Wang didn't care too much, but said with a smile: "Although I don't want to compete with you, if you don't admit defeat, I have to make a move." ”

Under the ring, many people couldn't help but be stunned, and an unexpected expression appeared on their faces.

Wang Ye usually behaves elegantly, but what he says now is almost more rampant than Ning Wuya.

What do you mean, if you don't admit defeat, I have no choice but to shoot.

It feels like teasing an ignorant little child.

Ning Wuya's brows were twisted together, and his voice was low: "You dare to say that, do you know who you are facing?"

His right hand was already pressed against the hilt of his unsheathed sword, and his eyes faintly showed red lines, like a bloodthirsty wolf.

Wang also smiled.

"Please help. ”

Ning Wuya's face showed a hint of murderous intent, and suddenly, the whole person had appeared in front of Wang Ye, and the long sword in his hand stabbed out mercilessly.

However, when the unsheathed iron sword was still a leaf away from the king.

Wang Ye's body suddenly retreated, as if he could dodge the sword.

Ning Wuya raised his eyebrows slightly, and the black sword in his hand stabbed out again, one sword was faster than the other, one sword was faster than the other, and the void was full of black sword shadows in an instant, although there was no light on the unsheathed sword, but this black shadow alone was already like a terrifying demon, and the king was also contained in it.

Under the ring, there were surprised voices from time to time.

Although Wang Ye appeared on behalf of the Ximen family, he was originally the head of Wudang after all, and he usually had a good relationship with martial arts people, so it was inevitable that he would be worried about him in the ring.

However.

In this dark shadow in the sky, Wang Ye's clothes were fluttering, his expression was indifferent, although he was trapped in the core of the black shadow, he looked very calm. Every sword of Ning Wuya seemed to have stabbed him, but he calmly dissolved it at the last moment.

Where had Ning Wuya seen such a thing, he couldn't help but shout angrily, and the black sword in his hand stabbed out again. If it turned out that his swordsmanship was just fast, but the next one was not only fast, but also the angle was very ingenious, and Wang was once again caught in his sky-high attack.

But even so, Ning Wuya's sword still couldn't touch Wang Ye.

He hated and was angry, and suddenly let out a long roar, his right arm suddenly flung up, and stabbed out sixteen swords in one breath, each sword stabbed at a different part of Wang Ye, and in an instant, the black sword shadow flickered, and the sword qi was vertical and horizontal.

Thousands of black shadows appeared at the same time, already trapped firmly in the king.

Ximenqing, who was under the ring, changed his face, and instinctively wanted to go to the ring.

But he was firmly grasped by Ximen Yayu and shook his head slightly.

"Wudang has such a reputation, but it doesn't just rely on the art of ascending to the sky, don't underestimate Wang Ye. ”

Almost at the same time.

Above the ring, there was a sudden sound of gold and iron intersecting.

Looking at Ning Wuya's figure suddenly retreated, his two pupils were already covered with bloodshots, and the arm holding the unsheathed black sword was trembling constantly, and his face became pale. The whole person glared angrily at the king: "What kind of weapon are you using?"

Wang Ye stood there quietly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and said in a low voice: "I also use a sword." ”

His right hand rested lightly on his waist, and suddenly he drew a soft sword that looked like a decoration.

Ximenqing was completely dumbfounded.

He had thought that the belt around Wang Ye's waist was very luxurious, which did not match Wang Ye's own temperament, but now he knew that it was a soft sword made with special techniques.

However, when the king also flicked his wrist.

The blade makes a pleasant sound when the air blows, like a wind chime, which makes people feel refreshed.

Ning Wuya's face turned gloomy, and he took a deep breath and said, "The Wudang Xuanwu Soft Sword actually fell into your hands, Ling Tian Dao Leader simply favors you too much. ”

Wang Ye hurriedly shook his head and explained: "You are mistaken, that Xuanwu Soft Sword is the treasure of the Wudang Town Sect, how can it be in my hands." The sword in my hand is just a copy of the Wudang Xuanwu soft sword. ”

Ning Wuya snorted coldly, and didn't care about Wang Ye's explanation, but said coldly: "Wudang Taiji Sword is famous all over the world, but I have never encountered such an enemy, so I want to learn and understand the Taiji Sword today." ”

"This?"

Wang Ye showed an embarrassed expression on his face, and then shook his head and said, "Mr. Ning, I'm really sorry, I don't know how to Taiji Sword." ”

Ning Wuya raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't know the Taiji Sword, so what will you do?"

Wang Ye sighed and said very seriously: "Actually, I can only use the sword. ”

Are you kidding me?

Ning Wuya's chest was full of anger, and he rushed over again, but this time he didn't use a fast sword, but threw out his wrist in a chain, the sword momentum was completely different from just now, and in an instant, he used several techniques such as stabbing, picking, cutting, twisting, and slashing, and this black sword was also suddenly fast, suddenly slow, obviously a black long sword with no blade, but in Ning Wuya's hands, it became a disease of a hundred battles with a shining light.

In an instant, the sword light flickered, and the sword qi was like a rainbow, which had already trapped Wang Ye in the sword net.

"Why bother?"

Wang also shook his head slightly, the expression of the whole person became completely different, in the face of this dense sword net, he shook his head slightly, and then slashed out a sword.

This sword, not fast, not ruthless, not endless, even soft, does not have any strength.

Unfortunately.

This sword is very stable.

Although Ning Wuya swung dozens of swords at this moment, he could feel that if he didn't dodge, the other party's sword could completely slash his forehead.

He gritted his teeth suddenly, and the whole person took three or four steps backwards.

Dodging this sword, Ning Wuya's face changed drastically: "What kind of sword style is this?"