"Bastard, the rules of the academy are ...... you say to change"

When the yellow-shirted tutor heard this, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he originally wanted to continue to scold, but he was stopped by Wen Xian, only to hear him smile and say, "Yes!"

"Bai Lao, you ......" The yellow-shirted tutor looked at Wen Xian a little anxiously, as if he wanted to stop him, but he saw that everyone was looking at him strangely, which made him feel as if his throat was blocked, and he said a word. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Xiao Lingzi, don't be impatient, I'm going to have a good show in a while!" Wen Xian smiled and comforted the yellow-shirted tutor so that he would not be too embarrassed, and then set his eyes on the ring.

In the middle of the field, Fan Lian stared at Yang Ming, took a step forward, and snorted coldly: "Hmph, I look at your breath, it seems that you have not reached the realm of Great Perfection, but I feel that it is similar to us, your strength is one against two, I think you are humiliating yourself!"

Fan Split twisted his neck, looked at Yang Ming with a somewhat gloomy gaze, and seemed to suppress anger in his voice.

Hearing this, Yang Ming was surprised at first, then smiled and said, "Is it a humiliation for yourself, have you tried it for a long time?"

Slowly pulled out the black iron sword, the tip of the sword hit the ground, looking at the two people in front of him with some excitement, this feeling seemed to return to the four fronts, at that time, he and Zhou Wuxian battled, it seemed that it was only a narrow victory, and now, four years have passed, he wants to crush the other party with absolute strength today, thinking of this, Yang Ming's blood seems to be boiling.

It's undoubtedly an exciting thing to crush your opponents at the same level.

"Okay, okay, I want to see what you've learned outside over the years that has made you so arrogant. Hearing this, Zhou Wuxian laughed angrily, and without hesitation, he pulled out his steel knife, and in the sun, the blade flashed with a chill.

"Although you are one against two, don't expect us to keep your hands on you!" Fan Split snorted coldly, then took out a pair of yellow gloves from his arms and put them on, and said in a deep voice.

"You will pay for your hubris. ”

When the words fell, Zhou Wuxian's figure flickered, like a shadow approaching Yang Ming, as if he didn't intend to give Yang Ming a chance to react, and a dazzling knife light suddenly swept under Yang Ming's eyes.

Seeing this scene, Yang Ming's pupils shrank suddenly, as if he felt a trace of danger, the soles of his feet suddenly stomped on the ground, and his body slid backwards in a hurry.

At this time, Fan Split also appeared, it was behind him, and a yellow fist smashed into Yang Ming's back, almost mercilessly.

In just an instant, Yang Ming was in a predicament, but he was not nervous, his expression was surprisingly calm, the black iron sword in his hand slammed a shallow white mark on the ground, and then his body twisted, stabbing at Fan Crack behind him at an incredible speed.

"The First Sword of Lonely Mountain!"

With a low cry in his heart, the tip of the black iron sword suddenly stabbed into the yellow fist, this sword has been simplified by Yang Ming, both the speed and the power of the sword have been greatly improved, although it is a bit far-fetched to deal with Fan Split, but in this case, this sword is undoubtedly the most suitable way to attack.

"What a quick reaction speed!"

On the high platform, some people with vicious eyes, the moment Yang Ming took out the sword, they felt the extraordinaryness of this sword, and their faces couldn't help but show a touch of amazement.

"Lao Bai, do you feel that this sword is a little familiar?" On the judging platform, Bai Qianpo stared closely at the sword stabbed by Yang Ming, frowned slightly, and asked.

"It's a bit of a shadow of the Nine Swords of the Lonely Mountain, but it doesn't seem to be ......" Wen Xian Bai Wuxiu's brows also furrowed slightly, as if he was thinking about something.

Hearing this, Bai Qianpo nodded slightly, pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "It seems that this sword has become much simpler and more domineering, and the power of this sword is far stronger than the first sword of Lonely Mountain." ”

"This kid is a demon!"

The two glanced at each other, as if they had thought of something, and such a thought suddenly appeared in their hearts, their eyes were filled with a thick shock, if the swordsmanship used by Yang Ming was really the Nine Swords of the Lonely Mountain, then the latter must have modified this sword, thinking of this possibility, the two of them almost didn't drop their jaws, a teenager can actually modify the swordsmanship, this can no longer be called a genius, it is simply a demon......

If it was the speculation of the two of them just now, then the next scene suddenly made them determine what they thought in their hearts, Yang Ming was forced to modify the Nine Swords of the Lonely Mountain.

I have to say that the eyes of the two are still quite vicious, just a sword can see the greasy Yang Ming's swordsmanship, although Yang Ming has been simplified, but this swordsmanship still has the shadow of the Nine Swords of the Lonely Mountain, so it will be the first time that the two of them can see the clues.

In the field, Yang Mingyang stabbed out a sword backwards, accurately pointing at the yellow fist, this sword seemed to be light and weak, but when the tip of the black iron sword was against the fist, a terrifying piercing force violently shook the fist of Fan Crack, and then went straight to the throat of the opponent.

Seeing this, Fan Li's face changed suddenly, and his figure retreated backwards without hesitation, and at the same time, he counterattacked, smashing Yang Ming's sword body with a punch.

The huge force flicked the black iron sword away in an instant, but at this moment, Zhou Wuxian's chilling sword light arrived again.

This is really a wolf and a tiger!

There was a faint cold snort in his nose, and with the help of the power of Fan Split's punch, Yang Ming suddenly crossed a black arc in the air and slashed at Zhou Wuxian's steel knife.

"Bell ......"

The swords collided, and a faint spark splashed suddenly, and the huge force from the black iron sword immediately shook Zhou Wushu back.

"He's stronger again!"

Feeling the buzzing of the steel knife in his hand, Zhou Wuxian's face changed suddenly, and at this moment, his right hand holding the handle of the knife seemed to lose consciousness, and almost didn't fall to the ground.

"No matter how strong you are, what if you can really defeat one enemy and two enemies?" Zhou Wuxian gritted his teeth, and after snorting coldly, he took another step forward, and the steel knife in his hand was filled with a terrifying prison suppression knife aura, and slashed at Yang Ming fiercely.

Just as Zhou Wushu made a move, Fan Xi's pupils suddenly shrank, because he found that Yang Ming's figure had disappeared, and when he came back to his senses, a pitch-black sword shadow had appeared behind him, and at the same time, a deep voice also resounded......

"The Second Sword of Lonely Mountain!"

Seeing this, Fan Split's face finally changed. (To be continued.) )