Nangong Jun's Kunwu sword shook in his hand, let out a burst of clear sounds, and said with a smile in his mouth: "Unlike Brother Du, he has always grasped the word "proportion" in the next place!

First of all, he saw that Du Chongxiao was just a discerning technique, and his cultivation was still a step below him; secondly, the martial arts competition was different from the fight between life and death, if Du Chongxiao used the Tianhe Diagram to summon the Divine Dragon Heavenly Soldiers to win, it would be despicable; finally, he had unparalleled confidence in his swordsmanship and poetry.

"Please!" Du Chongxiao simply replied, and then staggered towards the other party.

Nangong Junkun Wu pointed his sword at the opponent, and the sword suddenly soared by three feet, and he was uncertain, almost completely canceling out the natural attack range advantage of the opponent's club. Holding the sword trick in his hand, he chanted loudly: "I use the jade pen to turn Qingfeng, and the poems of the ages are made from heaven!" The words fell, and the Kunwu sword light appeared, and countless ink blots jumped out from the sword light, converging into a poem and appearing behind Nangong Jun.

Everyone couldn't help but be moved, and even Lin Changfeng couldn't hide his surprise. Looking at this situation, Nangong Jun has clearly touched a corner of the door of the Essence Realm, and perhaps within three years, he will break through the Insight Cultivation Realm and enter the Essence Spiritual Realm.

In fact, Nangong Junneng's achievements in the cultivation realm at a time when he was not as old as a weak crown already show that his talent is extraordinary.

"The side of the Lenu is stormy. The first two sentences are about cultivating momentum, and from this sentence onwards, the murderous aura suddenly appears. Nangong Jun waved the green edge in his hand, like writing poems with a jade pen, one by one, horizontally, vertically, and with a hook, turning into a storm and rolling towards Du Chongxiao.

Du Chongxiao was drunk and floating, his eyes were misty, and the Wukong stick in his hand provoked and flirted, and a thousand heavy stick shadows appeared, but the wind could not blow in, and the rain could not penetrate, so Nangong Jun's offensive was easily resolved.

Between the seats, Instructor Zheng Da stroked his beard first and asked the disciple beside him, "Can you see the victory or defeat of the two?"

"The disciple thinks that Senior Brother Nangong's cultivation is even better, and if that Du Gongzi doesn't rely on the Tianhe Diagram, it will be really difficult to win!" a female disciple said first.

"Xinzhen, what do you think?" Zheng Daxian turned his gaze to Du Xinzhen, who had been silent.

"Senior Brother Nangong is like Jiaorui in this garden, but Gongzi Du is like a strong bamboo in the mountains! In the opinion of a disciple, Senior Brother Nangong must be defeated!" Du Xinzhen replied seriously.

A male disciple heard this in his ear, and couldn't help but retort: "Senior Brother Nangong not only cultivates to win, but his method of entering the sword with poetry is even more mysterious, that Du Gongzi only fights with a stick, even if the stick skills are superb and can last for a while, but it can't last long, and defeat will be a foregone conclusion!"

"How do you need to last for a long time? Senior Brother Nangong may not be able to hold on for a moment!" Block Xinzhen continued to say astonishing words.

"Senior Brother Block's words are too sensational!" several academy disciples obviously didn't believe it. If you guess that Du Chongxiao won with difficulty, it is not impossible, but now it is said that Nangong Jun will be defeated in an instant, it is absolutely impossible.

"Xin Zhen, why are you so sure?" Zheng Jiaoxi didn't seem to be surprised, but he just wanted to block Xin Zhen's words to make the basis clear.

"Mr. Hui, the disciple fought side by side with Du Gongzi that day. At that time, Du Gongzi was alone in front of the city gate with a stick. Thousands of demon soldiers rushed up but couldn't advance an inch, why?" Plug Xinzhen's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had to recall the battle of the day: "Stretch out like a dragon out of the sea, sweeping away like a raging wind and breaking the forest." Every time Du Gongzi comes out, he will have the courage to move forward, and there is no one under him, ten swings and ten decisions, and ten demons are invincible!"

Speaking of this, Du Xinzhen sighed lightly and said: "In a word, Du Gongzi is cultivating the method of killing, not the art of dancing!"

Hearing the words of Xin Zhen, the disciples of the academy couldn't help but be silent, and someone spoke for a long time: "It's a pity that I came late and couldn't witness Du Gongzi's majesty that day!"

"It's just that now Du Gongzi is not lightly drunk, I'm afraid the situation is unfavorable!" The female disciple was worried in her words, and she unconsciously changed her position.

"Birthday in the pot, there is a lot of luck in the wine!Do you think he is really drunk?" Zheng Daxian's words contained a lot of emotion, whether it was the young man dressed in white who looked like a woman, or the young man in Xuanyi who was drunk and staggered but secretly murderous, they were all dragons and phoenixes among people. Taixuanqing Void Palace has been in the Taoist system for thousands of years, and there are many talents, which is worthy of being the first door in the world.

"Aren't you really drunk?" everyone looked at the field, but found that between the words, a change had occurred.

The blow was easily blocked by Du Chongxiao, but Nangong Jun was not in a hurry, his poem has a total of thirty-two sentences, one sentence after another, such as the Yangtze River is endless, and the more to the end, the more momentum is enough, if it is full of poems, then the opponent has no other choice but to lead the neck to be killed.

"Plunder, peck, and turn the dragon into a dragon. With Nangong Junjian's dragon snake, the dots of handwriting and ink rhyme converged into a black dragon with teeth and claws, and rushed towards Du Chongxiao.

Seeing the black dragon pounce on Du Chongxiao, he didn't dodge or dodge, the Wukong stick in his right hand was behind him, and the blazing fire in his left hand was actually firmly grasped on the dragon's head.

The black dragon shook his head and tail, but he couldn't break free from Du Chongxiao's grasp of the power of condensing true fire. Du Chongxiao suddenly let out a soft drink, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, and his left hand pressed the black dragon to the ground. In the next moment, flames suddenly erupted from the black dragon's body, and as the countless traces burned into ashes, the dragon's body began to crumble and dissolve into nothingness.

The ink dragon composed of handwriting was completely inferior to the power of the true fire in Du Chongxiao's hands, and it collapsed at the touch of a button.

Du Chongxiao was drunk and floating, hiding a murderous intention, and his figure had been deceived within seven steps in front of Nangong Jun's body, Wukong's stick was raised high, Nanli's true fire was all over the stick, and the surrounding air was distorted.

A stick fell, and the ground cracked and landslided.

Nangong Jun only felt that this stick had the power of splitting mountains and breaking waters, which made him feel that he could not resist. In the face of such a fierce stick, it is never wise to take it hard. Nangong Jun's body moved with his heart, like a fallen leaf fluttering horizontally, and continued to chant in his mouth: "Haoran is righteous and rushing into the ......sky!" Before the words fell, his eyes suddenly widened, and he saw that the seemingly fierce and unstoppable heavy stick turned into a spring breeze and drizzle halfway, and with a slight swing, it swept towards his waist and abdomen deftly and trickily.

To be rigid and soft, change as you wish!

Nangong Jun was caught off guard, and the Kunwu sword in his hand swept down sharply to protect his lower abdomen. Listening to the sound of gold and iron, the infinite power of true fire poured into the body along the sword body, and he couldn't help but be shocked, and retreated in response.

Du Chongxiao staggered to follow, Wukong opened and closed the stick, swept left and right, and wrapped Nangong Jun in the rain of sticks. The sonorous sound was endless, and Nangong Jun urged the sword light with Haoran righteousness, and responded calmly, and he actually fought with the other party with his superb swordsmanship.

There was another crisp sound, the sticks and swords intersected, and the two of them actually used the twisting trick at the same time. One twist, two twists, and the third twist, the stick and sword all flew into the sky.

Du Chongxiao's shoulders shook and swayed, low and high, his shape was drunk but not drunk, his step was drunk but not drunk, and he rushed to Nangong Jun in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Du Chongxiao pounce, Nangong Jun sneered, his right hand was like a sword, and a trace of sword qi was generated from his fingertips, stabbing Du Chongxiao's chest.

Du Chongxiao stretched out his right hand and grabbed Nangong Jun's wrist, and his body took advantage of the situation and bullied into the opponent's arms, and his left elbow hit back, slamming into the opponent's chest.

As if he had been hit by a giant hammer, Nangong Jun's chest ached sharply, and his blood was churning. In the future, I had time to make a move, and I felt that it was dark in front of me, and I had been hit by Du Chongxiao's brain on the bridge of my nose.

Tears welled up, and Venus filled the sky. Nangong Junhe had seen such a ferocious and barbaric fighting style, and after being hit twice in a row, his heart suddenly became panicked, and the sword qi in his hand was no longer in order, so he swept away, trying to block the opponent from getting close.

Du Chongxiao was lying on the ground, kicked out with both feet in a row, and kicked Nangong Jun's ankle twice in a row. After eating this 'drunk tossing cup chain kick', Nangong Jun suddenly lost his center of gravity, his body fell forward, and he hurriedly mentioned his true qi, wanting to stabilize his center of gravity, but he couldn't prevent the power of thousands of catties behind him, but he was heavily pressed on his back by Du Chongxiao, who jumped up, and couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Du Chongxiao's hands stretched out, and the Wukong stick that fell from the air fell into his palm impartially. borrowed his strength to get up, lay down again, and pressed Nangong Jun, who was about to get up more and more, to the ground again.

Nangong Jun's face was blood-red, his eyes were red, how could he have been insulted like this in the past seventeen years? The other party's attacks were endless, and he couldn't even read the poems completely. If it is a decent loss, it is not unacceptable, but how can he not be ashamed and indignant when he is being pressed to the ground twice like he is now?

The whole body was full of righteousness, and finally Du Chongxiao was forced to get up, but he felt that the back of his neck was tight, and then he was thrown a few feet away like a cloud. As soon as his body turned, Nangong Teng landed steadily, at this moment, the red light was dazzling, the heat wave hit his face, and the tip of the stick seemed to pierce the void and appeared in front of his eyes, just send it lightly, you can penetrate his eyebrows!

"Accept!" Du Chongxiao was no longer drunk at all, and gently spit out two words in his mouth.

"I lost!" said the phrase almost with all his strength. Nangong Jun tried his best to make the expression on his face calm and natural, he wanted to leave in shame, but there was a voice in his heart reminding him that his skills were not as good as others, but he couldn't lose his demeanor!

Du Chongxiao couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart, he knew that the other party was the son of Nangong Shoucheng, another mountain chief of the Tianxia Academy. Regardless of whether it is pretending or sincere, in a situation of disgrace, it is rare for the other party to make a move to admit defeat calmly. There is a saying: If you can endure what ordinary people can't bear, you will be a master!

"Wonderful!" General Lin Dong first applauded and praised: "Both of them are young heroes, the winner is gratifying, and the loser is still glorious." Everyone, please raise a glass with me and congratulate the two young heroes!"

The disciples of the academy couldn't help but be shocked, from the beginning to the end, Nangong Jun really didn't hold out for a moment!

Shang Qingmiao stared at Du Chongxiao, who had returned victoriously, and secretly sighed in his heart, that day, he had asserted with Yan Honglian, Xu Qinglin and others that with Du Chongxiao's innate divine power and discernment, and with his ninth uncle teaching the method of fighting, within three years, he would be invincible below the original image realm. Now it seems that two years is probably enough!

It's just that where does the power of true fire come from in this Senior Brother Du?