Chapter 198

"This man, terrible." Ling Yichen whispered.

Ling Chuxi nodded and agreed with Ling Yichen. In this young man's eyes, it was a kind of indifference to all things, but it was also a kind of concentration. Only those who had extreme persistence in martial arts could have such concentration.

"Chu Jianyi." Baby face boy silent, spit out three words, reported his name, this is respect for his opponent.

"Shao Nansong." Shao Nansong also gave his name.

"I'll give you three swords." As soon as Chu Jian drew out the long sword, it was simple and unadorned, just like his people, without any light. If you look at it carefully, it is actually a sword without edge.

Chu Jianyi's plain words ignited the atmosphere around the competition platform.

Cut, arrogant, dare to say such big words

…… There was a roar of abuse under the stage.

"Well, well, thank you." Although Shao Nansong still kept that reserved smile on his face, he showed a trace of ruthless color in his eyes, which was obviously infuriated by this sentence. This sentence, for Feng Yun college, known as the first master, is a real shame.

Ling Yangxi and Ling Yichen looked at each other and saw Chu Jian's calm face. They all knew that this was not humiliation or boasting, but absolute confidence.

As soon as Shao Nansong's voice fell, his body was already moving like the wind. His sword in his hand gave out a dazzling cold light, and his figure became illusory.

"Wu Ying San Xu!" There was a sound of admiration under the stage. This is the martial shadow three emptiness, which is the high-end cultivation of war spirit.

Dazzled, a sword light has surrounded the Chu sword.

However, Chu Jian Yi still looks the same, even in his eyes, he just looks at his opponent indifferently.

At this time, he is like a hard rock, so calm, so calm.

"Choking!" With a clear cry, the Chu sword has no sharp sword. It's just a simple sweep. It doesn't look fast and doesn't have much strength. However, it blocks Shao Nansong's quick sword as light as the wind when it's not too fast.

Ling Chuxi sighed softly. Others may not see the subtlety of it. But with Ling Chuxi's eyesight, he can see how strong the sword can control the fighter's opportunity and the fighting spirit. The speed will neither be faster nor slower, nor the strength will be more or less.

Shao Nansong also felt the other party's horror at this time, and drank fiercely, and his figure rushed up again.

Wu Ying Wu Xu, Wu Ying Qi Xu, successively seven illusions appeared around Chu Jian No. 1. When the long sword crossed, it brought out a roaring sound like the tide of the sea. The air seemed to be torn by the strength of the sword, showing a distorted light and shadow. Between the light and shadow, Shao Nansong's slender figure appears more natural and unrestrained.

Under the stage, the screams of flower crazies sounded again. The eight levels of fighting spirit is the strength of the first master student of Fengyun college.

But at this time, surrounded by a mirage, Chu Jianyi is like a reef standing for thousands of years. Let the waves gallop and the wind erode me, I stand still.

"Choking, choking!" Again, two clear cross Ming sound sounded. As before, Chu Jian Yi still handed out two swords, but it just blocked Shao Nansong's fast sword.

"Three swords have arrived. You are defeated." A faint voice came from Chu Jian's mouth. Then, a strong momentum came out of him. The simple figure was very tall and solid.

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