Hit it off

Qingcheng Mountain can be regarded as a well-known sect in the Jianghu. The disciples in the sect are good at using swords, and are famous for their Qingcheng swordsmanship and Lingbo footwork.

Lingbo footwork is an evolution of lightness kung fu, which uses retreat as advance and defense as offense, which is very delicate.

And the bronze sword in Song Aoshuang's hand is the treasure of Qingcheng Mountain's township education. It ranks seventh in the top ten weapons.

It seems that Song Aoshuang should be the son of the head teacher of Mount Qingcheng.

Hearing that Xue Changying just said indifferently: "Oh, what's the matter with you?"

Song Aoshuang said arrogantly: "I'm here to persuade you to give up as soon as possible. When it comes to the competition field, I will not show mercy."

Li Yuecheng said nervously: "Brother Xue, the next match is you against Song Aoshuang."

Xue Changying tilted her head, and said innocently: "I will give you the same words."

After hearing what he said, Song Aoshuang was furious. Just as she was about to draw his sword to finish him off, she heard the host of ceremonies shout loudly: "The next match, Song Aoshuang of Qingcheng, faces Yujian Villa, Xue Changying!"

Xue Changying heard the master of ceremonies calling his name, and walked out holding the sword, without looking at Song Aoshuang behind him.

When he walked into the arena, Yun Hanqing took out the banner that he had prepared earlier, on which were written in large characters "Xue Changying, you are the best, I love you~"

Situ Xiao and Qiu Zhenren from Wudang really wanted to pretend that they didn't know him, but they had no choice but to cover their faces, as if they didn't see him.

Shen Qing and Lan Xing in the stands also took out bouquets and waved them, Lan Xing said seriously: "There are so few people, why don't I call all my friends?"

Lan Xing's friend tried to figure out who it was with his toes. Shen Qing was afraid that everyone here would become Baihu's food, so he hurriedly said: "Chang Ying likes to keep a low profile!"

"Oh!"

Lan Xing nodded solemnly.

Xue Changying walked to the center of the competition arena, Song Aoshuang snorted coldly, lightly tapped his feet, and landed on the opposite side of him, and everyone around him praised his exquisite lightness kung fu.

"The martial arts competition begins, click to stop! Boom!"

With the sound of gongs and drums, the master of ceremonies exited and the contest began.

Song Aoshuang didn't salute, but said coldly: "Qingcheng, Song Aoshuang, come here to enlighten me!"

Xue Changying said with his hands behind his back: "Yujian Villa, Xue Changying!"

Except for those who knew Xue Changying, everyone present was not optimistic about him.No matter how you look at it, this young man with delicate features and delicate features doesn't look like he knows martial arts.

But he had already persisted with dozens of moves under Song Aoshuang's sword, and Song Aoshuang's panting had already become a little hasty, and he still had his hands behind his back, dodging his sword moves with ease.

Song Aoshuang glanced at the judges' seat, there was a table in front of the judges' seat, and three sticks of incense were burning on that table.

When the incense burnt out, the outcome was not decided, and tomorrow it will still be a duel between the two of them.

No, the winner must be decided before the incense burns out!

A stern light flashed in Song Aoshuang's eyes, he raised his sword, turned around in the air, and slashed at Xue Changying's face with the sword raised.

Xue Changying slumped her soft, boneless waist backwards, and with a light touch on her feet, she quickly backed away.

As soon as Song Aoshuang's toes touched the ground, he flipped over again, and the tip of his sword was pointed straight at Xue Changying's face. When Xue Changying retreated, he stepped in, forcing Xue Changying to the edge of the competition stage.

If it goes out of bounds, it counts as a loss!

Xue Changying's whole body was already out of the competition arena, with only the toes still hooked to the edge, he smiled slightly, exerted force on his toes, raised the line, spun around in the air, and landed lightly in the center of the competition arena.

There was an uproar around.

Qiu Zhenren, who was on the judging panel, let out a "huh", because Xue Changying's light movement just now was exactly the "swallows return to the nest" in Lingbo's footwork.

Song Aoshuang seemed a little unbelievable, widened his eyes, and said in surprise:

"How do you know Lingbo footwork!"

Xue Changying smiled innocently, "So it's called Lingbo footwork. I just saw you do it, so I learned it. It's very easy to use."

He certainly wouldn't tell him that Lan Siyu had hypnotized orthodox people through the fantasy pavilion to get their martial arts mentality, he just made up nonsense, but Song Aoshuang only thought that he was very talented and learned their steps in such a short period of time .

Song Aoshuang's mind was unsteady, and his hostility suddenly grew. He raised his sword and attacked Xue Changying. While making moves, he roared angrily: "Xue Changying, draw your sword, why don't you draw your sword!"

Xue Changying doesn't like killing people, he doesn't like the smell of blood, on the contrary, he hates the smell of blood.Otherwise, every time he fights, he won't let others do it for him.

Xue Changying said indifferently: "You should know that under Leng Yue's sword, there are no survivors. So, don't say such things next time, I don't like to hear them."

Of course what he said was don't let him draw his sword again.

Song Aoshuang sneered when he heard the words, "Xue Changying, you are not a prince in the dragon robe. How does the sword you got at Cheng Huan's knee taste like!"

Xue Changying smiled lightly, and said innocently: "Just treat me as a servant of Yujian Villa. But today, you are destined to lose in the hands of a servant."

Xue Changying has a very good temper. He has been in Chengling for so many years, no matter how sharp the edges and corners are, they have been polished smooth.

But Xue Changying's temper is also very bad, and he has had enough of pretending for so many years.

But the young man who speaks rudely in front of him is not Lan Siyu, who is full of evil, nor Bai Qianqian, who is full of honey and swords, he is just a spoiled young man who knows nothing about the heights of the sky and the earth. Yun Hanqing is right, when dealing with these fledgling rookies, they should be eaten Bitter.

Song Aoshuang needs a lesson as the price for his hurtful words, so one move is enough.

One move is enough.

Xue Changying tapped her feet lightly, and she had already jumped to Song Aoshuang's side. Before everyone could see his movements clearly, they only felt a blur before their eyes, and a yellow shadow flashed past, and only heard a "boom".

Dull, like the sound of broken copper.

"pong bang"

Xue Changying casually threw the biru sword that had been broken into two sections on the ground, and said calmly, "Before you let me draw the sword next time, weigh yourself first."

As he said that, he turned his head and looked at the young people who had surrounded Song Aoshuang just now, "It's the same with you."

After he finished speaking, he walked off the arena and returned to the waiting room.

The Biru sword was forged from thousand-year-old bronze, and it was extremely hard, but it was broken into two pieces by Xue Changying's light hand.

Song Aoshuang's face was pale, and he stood upright in the middle of the competition arena. He still hasn't recovered, or rather, he doesn't want to.

He had no time to think about how to face his father's monstrous anger after losing the bronze sword, nor how humiliating it would be to be defeated by a rumored pet in front of everyone, he didn't think about anything, his mind went blank, and he was trembling.

He thought he was going to die at the hands of that innocent boy just now.

Yun Hanqing smiled brightly, picked up a small hammer and tapped the gong in front of him, and said warmly: "This time, Xue Changying wins!"

The master of ceremonies sent someone to drag Song Aoshuang off the stage, looked at the list in his hand, and said loudly: "The next match, Lan Mo of Yujian Villa, is against Yan Wuyu from the Yanshan family!"

Yan Wuyu, who was leaning on the pillar, opened his eyes suddenly when he heard his name. His eyes were calm and unremarkable, and his movements on the stage were also unremarkable. Xue Changying almost made Xue Changying think that there was a flash in the boy's eyes The killing intent was his illusion.

"Yanshan family, Yan Wuyu."

"Yujian Villa, Lan Mo."

Two voices with the same level of ups and downs, and two people with the same level of expression, the swords in their hands are full of killing intent!

I don't know who made the move first, or at the same time. The sound of ping-pong-pong ping-pong sounded in my ears, and everyone watched intently. Some of them knew very well that although Lan Mo had reported the name of Yujian Villa, it was actually a commitment Cheng Ling, and it was Cheng Ling who wiped out Yan Wuyu's family 26 years ago!

This is a fateful showdown!

To Xue Changying's surprise, Yan Wuyu's swordsmanship was very good.Fast, accurate, ruthless, with a bitter killing intent.

But in the end, Lan Mo still won, because Yan Wuyu's experience in fighting the enemy was not as good as Lan Mo's.

It can be seen that Yan Wuyu has never killed anyone, his sword has no blood.

A sword that has not been stained with human blood cannot kill the Pavilion Master of the Shadow Pavilion.

"This time, Lan Mo wins."

Situ Xiao hit the small gong in front of him with a hammer, and said in a deep voice.

Lan Mo got off the competition stage and walked to Xue Changying in the waiting room.

Xue Changying said:

"Lan Mo, have you seen his sword?"

Lan Mo said:

"The top ten weapons rank fourth, the black iron epee."

"I'm not asking you this, I'm asking you what you felt under his sword."

"I think he seems to hate me."

Lan Mo thought about it.

Yan Wuyu's sword carried a deep-rooted hatred, if it was like this, he would never be able to become a real swordsman.

Lan Mo is a very good swordsman, he will not let unnecessary emotions override him, for him, a person is a person, and a sword is a sword, so Lan Mo's weapon is just a random one bought in an iron shop An ordinary bronze sword from here.

Because it cost two liang of silver to buy it at that time, Lan Mo called it "two liang".

Xue Changying said quietly:

"If it is not a sword god, how can we achieve the unity of human and sword. But all famous weapons and swords have spirituality. If they are stained with too much blood, they will be infected with evil spirits. Whether it is a magic sword or a divine sword, if you cannot restrain yourself Feelings, if allowed to flow freely, will eventually be backlashed by the sword in his hand. He hates Chengling so deeply that it affects his own heart, and the sword he swings is filled with hatred that will destroy the world."

"Lan Mo, he is a good seedling. Cultivate him well, and in time, he will definitely become the number one swordsman in the world."

Lan Momu said in a deep voice, "I just asked him if he would like to join Yujian Villa."

"How did he say?"

"He told me to go."

Xue Changying: ...

Xue Changying clenched her hand into a fist and put it next to her mouth to cough, then patted Lan Mo's arm, and said, "I've wronged you."

At this moment, Yan Wuyu also entered the waiting room.

Those who failed in the first two rounds of competition will be packed and sent back to their hometown immediately, without a second chance to compete.

His luggage was very simple, only a blue cloth bag, which he slung across his back, walked around Xue Changying and was about to leave.

Xue Changying stretched out her hand to stop him.

"Yan Wuyu, on behalf of Yujian Villa, I invite you to join, are you willing?"

The one who answered him was Yan Wuyu who walked away without any hesitation.

When Xue Changying saw that he was about to walk out of the hall, she said in a flat voice:

"My name is Xue Changying, and at the same time, my name is also Lan Yi."

Yan Wuyu's footsteps stopped, he turned his head, his face was calm, but the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, it was trembling with anger, resentment, and hatred.

Xue Changying looked indifferent,

"I'll ask you again, Yan Wuyu, are you willing to join Yujian Villa, help justice, and defend the dignity of your Yanshan family?"

There was an expression on Yan Wuyu's face, it was a slight disdain and sneer.

Xue Changying smiled slightly, cute and innocent.

"If you don't want to, I welcome you to seek revenge on me at any time. But there is no place in the world where you can get close to me more easily than staying in Yujian Villa. Yan Wuyu, I will give you a chance to stay in Yujian Villa , monitor my every move, come and kill me at any time. Of course, if you can do it."

"With the sword skills of those three-legged cats on the stage just now, you can't get within ten steps of me at all."