See Jiangshan

Cheng Qianren was kneeling halfway, with a sweet taste in his throat, as if he had returned to Dongchuan, facing the ferocious water ghost in the depths of the Cangjiang River.

At that time, he had no cultivation base, let alone sword art and sword moves, but he still couldn't avoid fighting, relying only on a set of survival instincts.

When there was no time to spare, everyone saw that the man disappeared out of thin air with a shocking sword strike, and they couldn't help but turn pale with horror.

"Chuan Hong spreads the sky, how does he avoid it? Is there a magic weapon hidden on his body?"

All the students have questions.

Of course Cheng Qianren couldn't avoid it, he rolled down.

Roll fast.

When a person seeks a living, he can use rolling or crawling, even if he is like a dog.

Only a few people, and the experienced big shots see the situation clearly, with mixed feelings in their hearts.

Admiration and ridicule sounded at the same time.

Chuan Hong was too late to change his momentum, and whizzed by Cheng Qianren's side, roaring like thunder, and the remaining power rattled his muscles and scraped his bones.

The moment he rolled down the stone platform, his wrist slanted suddenly, and the tip of the sword touched the ground.

Cheng Qianren took advantage of this and turned his body into the air!

The hospital uniform flew high, like clouds billowing, white cranes spread their wings, soaring into the sky!

Condescending, come to kill Fu Keji!

The god and ghost Piyi pierces the autumn wind, splits the raindrops, and the brilliance soars.

Everything is only in a moment, and the offensive and defensive momentum is reversed.

There was an uproar, and all the students exclaimed.

Gu Xuejiang clenched her fists subconsciously.

'Yin Chuan Hong' had consumed a lot of his true energy, and the man lost his sword again, and his momentum was slightly weaker. At this moment, perhaps Cheng Qianren's only chance.

'Clouds converge on the end of the sky' was so fast that Fu Keji had no time to turn around and draw his sword.

I saw that his right hand did not move, but his left sleeve was lightly waved.

Like brushing away a grain of dust, the posture is casual.

"call out--"

The invisible sword energy shot out from the wide sleeve, but everyone could see it clearly.

Wherever it passed, the rain evaporated instantly, the white mist rose, the air seemed to be ignited, and the sparks burst.

Like a fast arrow shot towards the sky, as soon as Fang left the string, he broke through the clouds and shot down the white crane!

Cheng Qianren hastily turned around, lost three points of the huge momentum, and fell to the ground with a bang.

He held the sword with one hand, and his figure swayed.The blood from the wounds, big and small, gushed wildly. Although it was diluted by the rain, it was still thrilling.

Silence.

Faced with such a situation, people will inevitably have some terrible thoughts-"If I am under the sword of self-denial, I will probably die."

The students stood dumbfounded in the rain, half shocked and half terrified.

Fu Keji jumped off the stone platform.Water splashes lightly.

From the beginning of the battle to the present, the two of them communicated with each other with sword intent without saying a word.

At this moment, he finally opened his mouth and said the first sentence of the day.

"You are not fit for this sword."

Everyone has their own suitable sword.

He wears the Jiange Zhenshan Shenbing'Shanhe Bengcui', which is as famous as the 'God and Ghost Piyi', but for him, the self-restraining sword that he has been used to since childhood is the best.

But many students in Nanyuan couldn't understand, they thought that Fu Keji was insulting, mocking Cheng Qianren as not worthy of using a sword.

The fear in my heart turned into anger, and they all shouted and cursed.

Upstairs in the library, Mr. Liu sighed: "Knows the way of swordsmanship and adaptability, can fight hard and endure humiliation, if he grows up..."

It's a pity that I met Fu Keji today.And so it was all over.

Hu Yizhi smiled: "Let's go, play cards."

In the northern stands, people also feel unfulfilled, even regretful.

Gu Xuejiang looked at the glaring bloodstains on the field, and grabbed one of the inspectors: "Aren't you saving people? What are you waiting for?!"

The player in black was wronged: "He didn't raise his card. According to the rules, no one can play!"

Why didn't Cheng Qianren raise his placard?

He has proven himself.It is an honor to defeat the strong with the weak.And his opponents were reviled.

Any winner of today's rematch is less glorious than him.

When he raised the pass card, the story came to a successful conclusion.

But Cheng Qianren is not here to prove himself.

For him, this matter has nothing to do with face, it is only about money.

——I didn't come here to fight to satisfy certain expectations.

At this moment, he had a headache from the scolding, in fact, his whole body hurt.So he waved his hands impatiently.

When everyone saw that he had something to say, they all stopped talking.

"If you come to see this sword, you must be ready to pay the price for it." Cheng Qianren stood up straight with a calm expression: "You shouldn't come today."

Many people thought they heard it wrong, and after a moment of silence, discussions erupted.

Seriously wounded and bleeding, described as embarrassed, but said that the other party should not have come.

What does he want to do?what can he do

Do you still want to fight?If you hit him, you will be more seriously injured, and you may even die, doesn't he know?

"I can't beat you, but I will try my best to keep you." Counting the time, Cheng Qianren added: "A stick of incense."

In the autumn rain, he raised his sword again.

Suddenly, the opponent's mood changed, and his fighting spirit burned.Fu Keji didn't know what was going on, but he didn't prevent him from drawing his sword.

Cheng Qianren's body swayed slightly, stepped through the stagnant water, and suddenly jumped up.

The two swords clashed for more than ten times in an instant, and the clanging sound was deafening like a gust of wind and surging waves.

The blazing sword light lingered, white mist and sparks, rain and blood drowned them.

The opponent's sword was faster, but Cheng Qianren didn't return the sword to defend, allowing his right shoulder to be pierced by a sword energy, and the bloody arrow spurted three feet away!

"laugh--"

Shengui Piyi insisted on beheading.The sword light overflowed wildly.

Fu Keji frowned slightly, but his eyes became brighter and brighter.

When he raised his sword again, a small piece of his clothes broke off and fell into the wind and rain.

Inconspicuous, but many people have seen it.

"He actually... broke Fu Keji's protective essence!"

The wind and rain are blowing, washing the world.

The college uniform on Cheng Qianren's body was soaked in blood, and amidst the intertwined light of the sword, fresh blood continued to flow down, winding like a stream.

How much blood can a person shed.

Everyone finally understood that the frivolous words of "trying best" in his mouth meant bloodshed recklessly and the madness of exchanging wounds for wounds.

Xu Ran was out of luck.

Seven people were on the same stage, and she was famous for carrying two sabers on her back, so she attracted six people to besiege just after she landed.

Hearing the voices from outside the arena, knowing that Cheng Qianren was in danger, he made a sharp knife in a hurry, but failed to break through, and instead fell into danger due to his flaws.

Only then did she realize that the rematch was no different than the preliminary round, and there was no opponent with a lower level than her.A little carelessness means defeat or injury.

So Shen concentrated on breaking through each one, forcing the last person to abstain with a sign, and she was the only one standing in the southeast star position.

She looked around the audience, and her eyes fell on Tian Yuan.

With just one glance, Xu Ran's mind was shocked.He flew up without hesitation.

Are you crazy to fight Fu Keji in close combat? !

It wasn't just her, everyone from the students to the North Stand, from the library to the Jian'an Building, thought Cheng Qianren was crazy.

Yuan Xiasuo also asked the same question.

Now that the matter has come to this point, Gu Xuejiang didn't know what to think of, but calmed down: "He should be very calm, and he even counted the time."

He said to Lin Duzhi next to him: "When I ask you to get the knife, remember to remind me that you must invite Fu Keji to take a look. The three points of spring water are better than Cheng San's old sword. Let him see enough."

Lin Duzhi nodded because he didn't know.

It was ticking, time passed by every minute and every second, Cheng Qianren's whole body was burning like a fire, and every second felt extremely long.

But he still holds the sword.

No matter how Fu Keji strikes, as long as he wants to increase the distance and use his sword power conveniently, a long sword will stop him.

The owner of the sword does not care about the price.

The sideline deacon began to count down loudly: "Ten—"

The melee of more than a hundred people was coming to an end, and there were only about thirty people left in the audience.The four arenas around the Tianyuan position were empty, and the contenders either abstained or stayed away to avoid being affected by the swords of Cheng and Fu.

There is always something not to be afraid of.

The sound of breaking wind came from the southeast, and the dazzling golden brilliance covered the sky.

Xu Ran has arrived.

A knife to the south, shining like the sun!

The strong wind rose from the ground, and the water accumulated on the blue bricks was swept up by the wind, three feet above the ground!

"sunrise!"

This is Xu Ran's strongest strike.

She knew that if she wanted to change something at this moment, she had to use the strongest means without reservation.

Even Fu Keji couldn't rely on his body protection to resist forcefully, no matter whether he wanted to catch it or avoid it, he had no choice but to withdraw his sword.

A thin sword passed through the wind and rain silently, as if it had merged with the rain curtain.

When it stood in front of the blade, people realized that it was faster than the blade.

Last come first come.There is only one sword with this speed in the whole field.

Yuan Shangqiu's Qingyu Kuaijian.

The deacon on the sidelines kept counting down: "Five—"

The court judge looked at the teenagers fighting on the chessboard and asked, "Did you ever think that it would be like this?"

All games are lost.Lose-lose.

Hu Yizhi shook his head.

Today's young people, why don't they play their cards according to common sense?