See Jiangshan

"Today is not only the final battle of the two courts, but also the battle between the disciples of the Jiange and the first genius of Nanyuan. Such a grand event is attracting the attention of the whole continent. It seems that you have started fighting like this, and it seems to be less meaningful..." Yuan Xiasuo looked around All around, it seems to be asking for everyone's opinions, "How about adding some color?"

His voice contained true essence, and it spread far away——

"Brother Cheng, if you win, the Keji Sword will be yours. If you walk around the world with it, everyone in the world will know that Fu Keji is your defeated opponent!"

There was a commotion in the crowd, like a raging fire, quickly spreading to Taiye Pool.

"Self-restraining sword? Is he serious?"

"Fu Keji relies on it to become famous, cherishes it like his life, and will never agree to it!"

Cheng Qianren looked at Fu Keji, who frowned slightly, but for some reason, he didn't refute.

Everyone has quieted down, waiting for his response.

Cheng Qianren said indifferently: "The famous sword is in front of me. I don't have a rare one, let alone a weapon, and I don't have a lottery to match it." It's better to give up.

Yuan Xiasuo waved his hands and laughed: "This is a battle between swordsmen, why stick to vulgar things, thousands of dollars are worthless, the sword in your hand is enough!"

As soon as he said a word, he was arrogant and dry, and all the students heard their blood surging.

"Good spirit!"

No matter what kind of sword, what origin and value, in their hands, right here and now, they are all equal.

Cheng Qianren's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously clenched Shengui Biyi tightly.

Going around, it turned out to be waiting for him here.

"Wait a minute!"

Gu Xuejiang turned to Hanliu by the lake, and bowed slightly: "Nanyuan College prohibits gambling, please give a ruling."

Everyone's eyes moved accordingly. Today, the deacon is in charge of judging on the sidelines. He stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I don't want to spoil the interest of you young people, okay."

He thought, if he wins, he can take the self-restraining sword and make a lot of money.Even if they lose, they will lose an old sword, and the academy will pay Cheng Qianren to buy a good one.

Most of the people thought this way and cheered everywhere, Yuan Xiasuo smiled and remained silent.

Cheng Qianren lowered his head, his expression unpredictable.

It's hard to ride a tiger.

This is not a conspiracy, but a conspiracy. The other party's move is open and aboveboard, but they have nothing to do.

Cheng Qianren: "Wait for me to send people on board."

He didn't want to let his friends bear the gaze and pressure together.

No matter how stupid Xu Ran was, he could see that something was wrong, but there was nothing he could do.Lin Duzhi was also not good at dealing with such situations.

In the small boat at the ferry, Gu Xuejiang stopped him: "Wait, what are you going to say when you go out?"

"This is the master's sword, I have no right to use it as a prize."

Gu Xuejiang: "Then Yuan Xiasuo must ask back, you are neither the master of the sword nor the master of Danshan Mountain, why do you take this sword? He knew the origin of the sword a long time ago, but today he brought it up again in public..."

"Once the ghost Piyi appears in this world, there will be a commotion in all directions. Within a day, half of the continent will press you to ask about the whereabouts of Ning Fuhuan and Song Juefei... We are not ready yet."

Cheng Qianren thought for a while, but still got up and walked out: "This is the end, there is no way out. I have to win."

The sword cannot be given, the origin of the sword cannot be revealed, and the affairs of the master cannot be revealed.

"If you say you win, you win. Who do you think you are? Calm down, and everyone will think of another way. Hey, wait a minute! Cheng San!——"

But I saw Cheng Qianren's toes splashed with water, his sleeves and robes were full of wind, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

Shocking cheers sounded from the lakeside, and the voice of the verdict came from afar: "Let's start with the sword."

Xu Ran: "He just left like this?! Me, what should we do now?"

Gu Er lit the pipe: "...Pray for Fu Keji's sudden attack?"

Lin Lu wanted to cry a little bit.

The blue-gray sky is covered with overcast clouds, and the colorful Banhu lotus in summer has long since withered, leaving only a large clump of withered yellow stems, branching in the bleak westerly wind.Looking from a height, it looks like broken swords and halberds.

For the first time, the wine and meat players on the top floor of the library did not go to the poker table, but placed a short table near the window, boiled a pot of good tea, and had four heads together for "Qiu Xing", that is, fighting crickets.

The small red clay stove was gurgling and steaming, and the crickets in the urn were screaming, kicking their legs and flapping their wings, like two fierce generals preparing for a decisive battle on the battlefield.

"They're using God and Ghost Piyi as a lottery, are you not in a hurry?" Vice President Liu Beilan said.

Mr. Hu used a piece of hot grass to tease the crickets: "The one who should come can't hide... No matter how big the children are, can they still break the sky?"

The water area of ​​Taiye Pool is vast, and there are many pavilions on the shore. The Guanhu Tower with the best view is occupied by dignitaries from Zongmen families and military state capitals.A few Tang wooden boats were moored at the ferry, and the students who had performed outstandingly in this year's double-academy martial arts were sitting on the boats.

Gu Xuejiang and the other three occupied a boat to themselves, and Yuan Xiasuo and Qiu Bei's boats were parked five or six feet away.

The rest of the people gathered around the lake, without the stone steps of the Martial Arts Arena, it was all luck to see how many they could see.

Cheng Qianren couldn't help suspecting that the other party chose this place because he didn't want people to see clearly.

He took a flat boat and entered the lake from the east ferry.Motivated by the real essence, the boat sailed towards the center of the lake.

Several water ripples followed, breaking the glass-like lake surface.The hustle and bustle faded away.

His opponent broke the water from the west ferry.

Before meeting each other, they each calmed down and gained momentum for drawing their swords.

During this short period of time, Cheng Qianren didn't think about anything.

About Jiange Sword Code, about self-restraining sword, about winning, those questions that have been thought about countless times before, no matter whether they have answers or not, all dissipate in the swaying lake wind.

The water waves swayed, and behind the milky white morning mist, the sharp sword intent gradually approached, from tens of feet to more than ten feet.

Cheng Qianren's boat sank slightly.

The next moment, a white shadow rose into the sky, and a cold light suddenly appeared!

He draws his sword and flies!

The distance of more than ten feet seemed to be non-existent, and the water surface was even as calm as before, without any leakage of true energy.

There was no sign of this sword attack, which was beyond everyone's expectations.

I couldn't ask many confused questions, and I only had time to say "so fast!".

Fu Keji stood on the bow of the boat, with one hand behind his back and the other holding the hilt of his sword.Tall and straight.

When Xue Liang's sword light pierced the morning mist, he raised his eyebrows slightly, as if a little surprised.

After countless times of practice, he knew that from raising his right hand to drawing the sword out of its sheath, he only needed a short breath.

In terms of drawing the sword alone, the Qingyu Sword is not as fast as him.

But Jian Guang had already appeared, and he didn't breathe.

Cheng Qianren came out through the fog, his robe billowing like a white bird.

The sharp edge of the sword approached half a foot in front of him, and the energy stabbed his face.

There is no temptation, no easing, no getting better.No one could have imagined that this battle would be brought into a murderous rhythm by Cheng Qianren from the very beginning.

"What a 'flying geese hidden in the fog'!"

"The sword is the weakest in its sheath, how can he get out of it?"

Fu Keji didn't take a step back.Only the left hand holding the sword moves forward and the thumb moves slightly.

This action is simpler than drawing a sword.

Simple means faster.

The hilt of the sword was pulled away an inch by the thumb, and the cold light shone.

Countless sword qi spilled out from it, interweaving into a sword screen, which was separated in front of him.

The sound of the breaking wind is loud, and the fog has completely receded!

Crushed and sharp, the sound of metal rubbing against teeth filled the space between the two.

The flying geese, which were coming very quickly, were finally blocked by it for a moment.

This moment is too short for others, and the shouting is stuck in the throat.

It was too long for them, enough for Fu Keji to draw his sword calmly.

If it is said that Cheng Qianren's drawing out the sword is a loud shout, but the drawing of the Keji sword is like a long chant.

Accompanied by Qingyue Jianming, the water pattern on the entire lake vibrates together, as if echoing with joy.

The people on the lake watching tower saw the clues earlier than the students by the lake.

"The kid surnamed Cheng is too hasty to use his sword. If you are young, you will inevitably be frivolous. How can you hold your breath in Wensi Street all day long?"

There was an uproar about the hanging of the plaque in Cheng's mansion, and most people agreed with this statement.

The elder Jiange said, "'Fog Hidden Goose' comes from my school 'Autumn Dark Sword Art', and he used it as a starting gesture, perhaps to disturb Fu Keji's mind..."

The moment the self-denial sword was completely out of its sheath, Cheng Qianren dashed back!

White shadows passed by, and the birds turned into paper kites with broken strings.

"Boom boom-"

The unsheathed sword energy was as real as it was. It missed a single blow and fell into the lake. The muffled thunder exploded one after another, the water surface burst, and thousands of water droplets were shattered.

As soon as Cheng Qianren retreated ten feet, the water mist shot up to the sky and chased him ten feet away.

The sound of the explosion caused pain in the eardrums of everyone by the lake, and the misty rain and fog obscured the figures of the two of them.

Someone on the Guanhu tower shook his head and said: "The old trend is gone, and the new power has not yet been born, but it is dangerous to face the unsheathed sword."

Sure enough, Cheng Qianren didn't have time to change his move when he retreated, and the long sword hurriedly swiped half a circle in front of him.

The shadow of the crescent moon is left behind by the sword track, as if doing something conveniently, it seems very incomplete.

On the ferry boat, many people frowned in confusion.

A bright moon breaks through the rain curtain, reflecting and washing the lake water.The shadow of the sword was actually faint and not scattered.

The crickets in the urn were still biting and fighting, Hu Yizhi threw down the hot grass and looked down at the Taiye Pond: "This move 'Lonely Peak Shining the Moon' is very conspicuous, I'm afraid someone already knows his sword path."

The court judge was unmoved: "The sword formula is there, it is for people to practice." 'See Jiangshan' is not something to be shamed.

The bright moon shines brighter and brighter, reflected by broken water droplets.The surface of the lake is reflected with a silver glow, like frozen ice and falling snow.

This sword withstood most of the pressure for him, Cheng Qianren fell back to the bow of the boat, suppressing the surge of blood, the blade of the sword did not touch any water, and it glowed brightly.

The solitary light shines on itself, and the liver and gallbladder are ice and snow.

The rabbit rises and the falcon falls, and everything returns to the original point.

The two stood at the bows of their respective boats, one green and the other white, separated by more than ten zhang.

Xu Ran asked in a daze, "Why didn't Fu Keji chase after him?"

"Because he takes the absolute initiative. Whether it's consuming real energy or competing with sword intent, he is not afraid of Qian Ren making any moves and choosing any style of play." It is absolutely possible to use the safest method, see each move and dismantle it, and wait for work with ease.

Gu Xuejiang's complexion was not very good. He didn't expect Xu Ran to answer, but just said to himself: "Walking Geese in the Mist Hidden Sky... Autumn Dark Sword... What does he want to do with this start?"

Apart from the process, only Fu Keji understood the answer to this question.

The self-made sword was held in his hand, and the blade of the sword collapsed due to the infusion of true essence and sparks, and when it met the water vapor in the mid-air, it stirred up white smoke.