Fang Zhengzhi didn't speak again, his eyes looked at Xing Qingsui.

In fact, there is no intersection between him and Xing Qingsui, even the name Xing Qingsui, he learned from Yan Xiu's mouth, whether it is in the literary examination or in the martial arts examination, the two have never really met.

However, from the rising fighting intent on Xing Qingsui's body, he could vaguely guess the fighting style of the children of Zhenguo Mansion who was described by Yan Xiu as having a madman's desire for battle.

Maybe......

This is also the way the children of the Zhenguo Mansion fight.

Sailing against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat.

Feel the way of all things in battle, and even let your body adapt to the kind of blood in the battlefield.

"Boom!"

Xing Qingsui's meteor black sword and Pingyang's fire lin spear collided again.

This is already the fifth time that the two have faced off.

Countless blades of air like knives flew around the two of them, causing them to be almost rampantly reduced to a cloud of rubble, broken swords and broken stones everywhere.

However, this time.

Xing Qingsui only retreated less than three meters.

The candidates who were retreating to the side opened their mouths one by one when they saw such a fierce battle, they never thought that the battle between Xingqing and Pingyang would actually be like this?

Hard-hitting?!

The brilliance of the fire lin spear in Pingyang's hand is still the same, and the flames are rising.

However, Fang Zhengzhi noticed that Pingyang's chest was obviously rising and falling much faster than before, and the cherry mouth was panting slightly.

The Huolin Spear is indeed one of the ten treasures of the Great Xia Dynasty.

However, if the strength of the person using it is not enough to fully control this fire lin gun, then the burden is also extremely heavy.

This is true of everything, just as there is no medicine that has a completely negative effect.

After all, Pingyang's strength has only reached the peak of the Gathering Star Realm, after using the Fire Lin Spear again and again. There wasn't much breath left in her little world.

It wasn't too good for her.

But the way Xingqing uses is to fight hard, and he doesn't hide or avoid confronting her, which is definitely the most beneficial way for Pingyang.

Then, she naturally won't think about fighting with Xingqing anymore.

So......

She had no choice but to keep fighting.

Xing Qingsui's panting sound was obviously much heavier than Pingyang's, his chest was undulating like a windmill, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat. The clothes on the back are completely attached to the body.

However, the sword in his hand has always been steady.

No matter how deep his feet were on the ground, no matter how tired he was, his hand holding the sword never shook even a bit.

"Fight!" Xing Qing moved forward again.

Binh Duong's fire lin spear also stabbed out again.

In the overwhelming flames, the realm that Xing Qing had turned into with his battle intent still easily cut through the flames, and then, the meteor black sword slashed out again from top to bottom the moment the golden light approached.

"Boom!"

Without any accident, the Meteor Black Sword collided with the golden light.

This seems to be predictable to everyone.

And what cannot be predicted. This time, Xing Qingsui was not immediately shaken back, and after the meteor black sword in his hand was slashed, he actually completed an upward movement with this slash.

"Boom!"

The golden light trembled, and the air blade burst out.

The two figures flew away in an instant.

The distance reaches four meters.

Pulled a little further than the blow just now.

Then, everyone's eyes widened at this moment, and they couldn't believe it at all, because, in the middle of these four meters. There is one meter that Pingyang retreats.

From the beginning of the battle between the two to the present, Binh Duong has been shaken back for the first time.

The punishment is the same as the fifth. The retreat is also three meters.

"In the case of a hard encounter, Pingyang, who has a fire lin gun, was actually shocked back?!"

"That's incredible, isn't it?"

The candidates didn't want to believe it.

Pingyang couldn't believe it either, her hand was holding the fire spear, and for the first time a surprised expression flashed in her clear eyes.

Because, just now.

She had expected it to be the same situation as the previous five times.

But it was completely changed in the challenge of the meteor black sword in Xing Qing's hand.

She didn't think that Xing Qingsui would have the spare strength to complete that sword, because. He should have been shaken back by himself.

This is Binh Duong's idea, and it is also the idea of the surrounding candidates.

But this is not what Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu thought.

"What do you think?" asked Fang Zhengzhi.

"It's hard. Yan Xiu shook his head slightly.

Fang Zheng's straightforward question was very general, and Yan Xiu's answer was very vague.

However, both of them understood the meaning of each other's words.

Fang Zhengzhi and Yan Xiu were discussing on the side, but Pingyang was completely angry at this time. If she can't defeat Xingqing Sui with a Huolin gun, then how can she win the top spot in the martial arts test and be upright in defeat?

Therefore, Binh Duong became somewhat crazy at this moment.

She pounced.

Like a flame spirit ignited by rage.

Xing Qing naturally wouldn't retreat, his eyes flashed like a beast, and the sword in his hand was clenched tightly, as if it was his life.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

A series of crashes rang out.

The fire lin gun in Pingyang's hand kept stabbing out one shot after another.

Flames surged in the air, and golden light flickered around Xing Qingsui's body like a life-seeking ghost.

However, whenever that bit of golden light approached his body, his sword was already waiting in front of the golden light.

Binh Duong's footsteps are moving forward little by little.

She walked extremely hard, because every time she knocked Xing Qingsui back, Xing Qingsui could pounce again in the fastest time, which made her unable to suppress it fiercely.

Xing Qingsui's expression was as calm as ever, and in the calm, there was a belief that he would not yield to death.

Although the black power suit on his body had been torn by the qi blade in some places, and although the sweat on his face had fallen like rain, he didn't care at all.

Again and again, he desperately used the sword in his hand to collide with Pingyang's fire lin spear.

He didn't dodge once.

The battle between the two seemed to be in a state of anxiety, and the intensity of the battle even stopped the surrounding candidates standing on the rocks.

Everyone looked at the two figures who were desperately colliding together.

They all want to know how this white-hot battle will end in the end.

Only a few people know.

This seemingly fierce battle has in fact come to an end.

Among these few people are Fang Zheng, Yan Xiu, Nangong Mu, and a middle-aged man who has been standing at the closest place to the battle between the two.

He was wearing an extremely ordinary dress, which looked a little weak, and there was a faint scar on his neck.

It's just, oddly enough, that his clothes are clean.

It was a piece of clothing as clean as the blue kaftan on Fang Zheng's body, as if there had never been a fight. (To be continued.) )