On the ring, the young man standing with a knife suddenly burst out of a fierce breath on his body, and the internal force slowly erupted from his arm, and the steel knife in his hand seemed to merge with his body, forming a sharp air flow.

Gradually, a trace of sweat suddenly appeared on the young man's brow, and a look of pain flashed on his face.

"It's ......"

On the judging platform, looking at the peculiar scene, many tutors frowned, this scene seemed to be somewhat familiar, but they couldn't remember it for a while.

A mentor pondered and meditated, and after a while, his eyes suddenly burst into a flash of essence, as if he saw the clue, his face changed suddenly, and he almost said out: "It's not good, this is the Nine Swords Town Prison Secret......"

"Nine Swords Prison Secret, what does the Zhou family kid want to do this time? This is just an ordinary competition, is it necessary to work so hard?" Those mentors came back to their senses one after another, and their tempers roared in a low voice, it was obvious that they all knew the power and disadvantages of the Zhou family's martial arts.

"Damn, what nonsense, hurry up and prepare to save people!" Bai Qianpo stood up violently, his fat figure rushed out like a cannonball, and a gloomy voice slowly sounded in everyone's ears.

Others may not know Yang Ming's identity, but Bai Xiu and Bai Qianpo are clear, if Yang Ming dies under this knife, then the academy may not be at peace in the future.

Yang Ming is the descendant of that madman, and the latter's cultivation method is even more in accordance with the lineage of Baoshan, so there is no doubt that he should be his true disciple.

Such a person, once he died in the Star Road Academy for no apparent reason, the consequences would not be something they could bear.

Once that madman starts to go crazy, no one can stop it, not even the dean.

I think back then, this madman even dared to scold the Lord of Yunzhou in front of him, and there was nothing he couldn't do.

Thinking of this, Bai Qianpo's heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

Damn, has Lao Tzu done too much of a bad thing recently, how can he encounter this kind of.

Bai Qianpo's face was full of bitterness, as if he had eaten 10,000 bitter galls.

Hearing Bai Qianpo's words, the others came back to their senses, used their body techniques to the extreme, and rushed to the ring where Yang Ming and the others were.

It's a pity that it's all late.

......

In the ring, Zhou Wuxian's pain slowly disappeared, his closed eyes opened in vain, and a sharp light flashed under his eyes.

The steel knife in his hand was slowly raised, pointing directly at Yang Ming, and the meaning of the edge was revealed.

"This knife is what I promised others, if you can go next, count you as a winner, and I will personally apologize to you!" Zhou Wuxian looked at Yang Ming on the opposite side calmly, with a hint of apology in his deep voice.

Regarding the power of this knife, he knew very well in his heart that with Yang Ming's strength, even if he could go next, he would at least be seriously injured.

Hearing this, Yang Ming's eyes flickered slightly, and he seemed to see Zhou Wuxian's entanglement and apology, and immediately smiled and said: "There is no need to apologize, if I can take your knife, how about you owe me a favor?"

"Yes!" Zhou Wuxian nodded solemnly.

Looking at Zhou Wuxian's solemn expression, Yang Ming took a deep breath, raised his head, looked at the young man standing with a knife, and slowly said, "Then let the horse come!"

"Okay, then you have to be careful!"

The words fell, the steel knife was horizontal in front of his chest, and in the four veins, the internal force surged out, and the cold knife qi on the blade flickered, as if it was constantly accumulating, and the next moment, Zhou Wuxian disappeared.

Yes, gone!

A white figure, like lightning, pulled out phantom shadows, carrying a terrifying sword aura, and rushed towards Yang Ming, and the excited voice also slowly resounded.

"Hell Knife First Style: Glimpse of Light!"

Hurry, it's so fast!

On the viewing platform, everyone only saw a white shadow shuttling by, like a ghost, the speed was extremely fast, and it went straight towards Yang Ming.

This speed......

In the audience, countless academy disciples almost dropped their jaws in shock, and a look of horror flashed in their eyes, Nima's, are these two really just first-year freshmen?

The moment they saw Zhou Wuxian's shot, those old disciples looked a little decadent, today, these freshmen hit him too hard, and it only took them a year to leave them behind, which is still a joke.

"It's just a meaningless battle, and this kind of lose-lose knife technique was used, this is the Zhou family kid who doesn't know the severity......"

On the viewing platform, some representatives of various sects with vicious eyes couldn't help but flash a touch of regret on their faces, in their eyes, Yang Ming was a rare genius, if he lost his life because of a meaningless game, it would be too worthless.

"Yang Ming, look at how you die this time!"

When Li Xuanqing saw this scene, he couldn't help but flash a touch of relief in his heart, and his tense face also showed a smile, and he suddenly had a feeling that this Qingmai grass was really worth it.

......

Looking at the shadow that rushed like lightning, Yang Ming's face was surprisingly calm, staring at Zhou Wuxian's figure, his eyes were motionless, and the whole person seemed to be scared stupid.

This made many hearts lifted.

The pupils of Bai Qianpo and the two shrank suddenly, and they secretly screamed in their hearts, Oops!

Epiphany......

The moment Zhou Wuxian moved, Yang Ming entered a state of epiphany, and the speed of the galloping white figure in his pupils dropped rapidly......

In this state of epiphany, Yang Ming could see Zhou Wuxian's figure, his right arm was close to the back of the knife, the blade was turned up to the right, and the handle of the knife was forward, like an upside-down steel knife, rushing towards him.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Yang Ming's mouth turned up slightly, and the black iron sword in his hand was suddenly raised, and his palm was against the sword body, blocking his abdomen.

A white shadow suddenly flashed from under Yang Ming's armpit!

Qiang Qiang ......

Suddenly, a violent sound of gold and iron colliding slowly sounded in everyone's ears, and the eardrums couldn't help but tingle.

Immediately after, everyone saw a slight spark, shining in Yang Ming's abdomen, and his figure staggered back several steps.

The playground was silent.

Yang Ming stood calmly, windless and automatic, and behind him, Zhou Wuxian's figure was slowly revealed, his body bent and crouching, like a cheetah pounced.

After a while, Zhou Wuxian slowly stood up, turned around, and looked at Yang Ming's calm back with a very solemn face.

How is this possible......

How could he block his own knife, Zhou Wuxian couldn't understand that with Yang Ming's strength, it was impossible to discover the trajectory of this knife.

Suddenly, Yang Ming turned around, a faint smile appeared on his calm face, and his voice also slowly rang out.

"Zhou Wuxian, you are defeated!"