Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

The top of Shu Mountain.

Rainstorm catharsis.

The swordsmanship competitions on the various arenas are still in full swing.

The deputy lord of the Jianshu Sect, Chao Xiaojian, had white hair hanging down, and countless raindrops fell, but they couldn't get close to his body. He stepped on a drop of raindrops and stood in the rain curtain.

Beside Chao Xiaojian, the seven elders of each branch of Jianshu Sect were also floating quietly.

They overlooked the competition on the top of Shushan Mountain.

The sword styles displayed by young swordsmanship students are reflected in the eyes.

"The demon palace in Jianshu is in turmoil. Sect Master Xuanyuan is under the order of the Tang emperor to sit in the demon palace. The scientific examination is about to come. The Tang emperor will not see any imperfections."

Said to Xiaojian softly.

His voice was very gentle, and he carried a sword as black as ink on his back, but his hair was as white as frost and snow, and he looked a bit vicissitudes in the rain.

Behind him, the Seven Meridians Sword Masters nodded one after another.

Every sword master has a high level of cultivation, and when the rain falls, it will scatter to both sides.

The suzerain sits in Yaoque, and the affairs of the Jianshu sect are managed by Chao Xiaojian.

Everyone is listening to Chao Xiaojian's next arrangement.

However, as he listened, many sword masters of Jianshu couldn't help being puzzled, but they discovered that Chao Xiaojian's voice had disappeared.

They looked up, but they saw Baifa Chaoxiaojian watching the competition on the Shushan ring with all his attention.

His pupils reflected the figure of a young man holding two swords.

A boy is like a wolf, and a pair of swords are like teeth.

"who is he?"

Chao Xiaojian's gentle voice resounded through the sky, overshadowed by the torrential rain.

Several sword masters looked at each other, how did they know a little-known academy student.

They also didn't expect that Chao Xiaojian, who was the only one in the Jianshu sect, would pay attention to an ordinary academy student.

After looking at Xiaojian for a while, he suddenly laughed.

"This kid has good talent."

"Take him."

...

when!

Dangdang!

The **** sword attack made Lin Yun gasp for breath, and the rain slapped his face indiscriminately.

His eyes were a bit fierce, staring at Fang Lang who made him unable to even fight back!

Fang Lang's two-handed sword does not give him a chance to fight back!

He underestimated the enemy and fell into Fang Lang's offensive, which he never expected.

There is rage and ferocity in his heart!

Fang Lang Gujing's calm face made Lin Yun feel restless and wanted to vent his anger.

Among his peers, it was the first time that Lin Yun had encountered someone who could suppress his sword skills. Who was he? He is the disciple of Donglu Sword Master Nan Yehuo!

Originally, Master asked him to participate in this sword-questioning contest, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, with his vigor of breaking through the demon tower, to participate in this sword-questioning contest is like going back to Xinshou Village to abuse vegetables.

So he didn't take it seriously at all.

However, meeting Fang Lang made Lin Yun extremely depressed.

He was completely suppressed if he didn't explode his cultivation and only fight swordsmanship!

Fang Lang's stormy offensive made him feel a little terrified, he... might lose.

"lose?!"

"How could I lose?!"

Lost in the hands of an academy student?

He Lin Yun, there is no way he will lose!

With a roar, Lin Yun, who had been suppressed all this time, blatantly fought back.

He stretched out one hand, full of fearlessness, and grabbed the left-handed sword that Fang Lang chopped off very quickly.

Pooh!

The blood is soaring!

The rain washed away, distorting the blood on the ring.

Lin Yun broke Fang Lang's double-sword offensive at the cost of injury!

"You deserve to beat me too?"

Lin Yun's eyes were slightly scarlet!

Swinging the Rusty Sword with one hand, swinging it in a big arc, the rainwater was pumped and burst into balls of spray!

Fang Lang is very flexible, but Lin Yun knows very well that as long as he hits Fang Lang with a sword, the competition will be over.

His epee, one sword is enough to draw Fang Lang seriously injured!

Fang Lang also understood this, but his mentality was still calm.

Sword steps erupted.

The rainwater under his feet was shaken by the strength and scattered like lotus petals.

And Fang Lang's figure jumped, and the sword held by Lin Yun, Fang Lang was in the posture of drawing the sword with his backhand.

Sword drawing!

Fang Lang seemed to be flying into the air, facing the strong wind and rain.

The sword-drawing technique exploded, and the huge power bloomed, instantly pulling out the sword held by Lin Yun!

Pooh! ! !

Lin Yun howled angrily as the blood shot out.

He hurriedly let go, otherwise his palm would be cut open by Fang Lang.

"court death!"

Lin Yun's eyes were full of fierceness. Looking at Fang Lang who was flying into the air, the rusty sword slammed out, and it hit Fang Lang's waist!

When it is in the air, it is like a target, and its weakness is the most obvious.

The sudden change of the situation caused all the students under the ring to exclaim.

The hearts of many people tensed up.

Their eyes were fixed on the arena, even if their vision was obscured by the rainstorm like pearl curtains, they still couldn't stop the tension in their eyes!

Jiang Linglong's hand holding the umbrella handle was slightly blue.

Wen Jiaoxi also frowned.

On the ring, the referee of Jianshu Sect held his breath, his whole body was filled with aura, ready to save people at any time.

Suddenly!

The situation has changed!

Fang Lang, who rose into the sky, twisted his waist violently, holding the sword in both hands, and the two swords were continuous, spinning and cutting like a windmill, shaking off countless rainwater on the sword, the sword light was like a waterfall.

Collided with Lin Yun's rusty epee!

The strength of the sword drawing technique, coupled with the inertial force of the swinging body, made Lin Yun's powerful chop fly away!

The tiger's mouth of Fang Lang's palms burst, and the blood flowed profusely, but his eyes were solemn.

Stamping heavily with one step is like training sword steps against the current.

The rain exploded, like a bloody red lotus blooming on the ground.

The swaying rain was mixed with sword energy and hit Lin Yun. Lin Yun suddenly groaned and began to retreat.

And Fang Lang landed, stepped on the water two feet high, still holding the sword firmly with both hands, and stepped forward.

Puff puff!

The two-handed sword swung swiftly, like a butcher undoing an ox, stabbing continuously at Lin Yun's chest.

Stab in, pull out!

Stab in and pull out!

With blood splashing everywhere, Lin Yun backed up again and again, his ferocious eyes staring at Fang Lang in the splashing blood.

It was as if he wanted to completely engrave this face in his mind.

"Donglu Academy, admit defeat!!!"

Under the ring.

The teacher of Donglu Academy narrowed his eyes and roared.

If something happened to the Sword Master disciple in his hands, then he wouldn't have to go back to Donglu.

The referee of Jianshu Sect floated out and blocked Fang Lang's double swords.

And the skirt in front of Lin Yun's body was completely bloody, with no part intact, and blood dripped down continuously.

However, Lin Yun didn't utter any screams, he just gritted his teeth, his masseter muscles protruded, and smiled straight at Fang Lang.

The teacher from Donglu Academy rushed up to the ring, took out the elixir and stuffed it into Lin Yun's mouth.

The torrential rain was washing over.

Up and down the arena, there was a dead silence.

Fang Lang... won.

The little-known student of Luojiang Academy won the direct disciple of Donglu Sword Master.

At this moment, Fang Lang's name, even Chang'an Academy and other established academies, dare not underestimate it in the slightest.

Fang Lang stood in the arena with his waist straight, his hands trembling, blood dripped from the tiger's mouth, flowed down the long sword and flowed under the tip of the sword, blooming bright red in the rain.

"Next person."

Fang Lang said in a slightly hoarse voice.

In Donglu Academy, the other two participating students looked at each other and gritted their teeth.

While you are sick, I will kill you!

Afterwards, a student drew out his refined steel sword and stepped onto the ring.

The rain fell like a bead curtain, blocking Fang Lang's sight.

Fang Lang raised his sword slowly, his palm trembling slightly, and the tiger's mouth was still dripping blood.

He is a bit tired, but he can still fight.

Suddenly, a plain white palm pressed Fang Lang's sword-raising hand.

The oil-paper umbrella covered Fang Lang's head.

Fang Lang turned his head, and saw Jiang Linglong's star-like eyes, slightly bent, smiling like crescent moons.

On a rainy day, a girl holds an umbrella and smiles, like a freehand landscape.

"My name is Jiang Linglong..."

The girl's soft voice overwhelmed the rainstorm in her ears, and suppressed Fang Fanglang's sword-raised hand.

"Next..."

"give it to me."

PS: On Monday, ask for a fresh recommendation ticket~