Chapter 201

Falling dust sword has been quietly scabbard, flashing a Wang of autumn water, but as calm as her expression.

Students suddenly found that at this moment, they were so similar, calm, calm and focused.

As soon as Chu Jian suddenly roared, a sword fell to Ling Chuxi. The power of this sword was even more powerful than that of Shao Nansong.

At last, there was a sound of exclamation from the audience. Unexpectedly, he made the strongest attack as soon as he started. Chu Jian and Ling Chuxi paid so much attention to them.

Ling Chuxi's eyes agglomerate like electricity. He sees the Wufeng sword magnifying infinitely in the field of vision, but his body does not move.

The other side has eight layers of fighting spirit, but she has only seven layers. If she wants to win, she has to rely on her stronger grip and control power than her opponent. No matter how strong the strength is, how exquisite the martial arts skills are, there will always be weaknesses. As long as we find this weakness, it is not a miracle to win the strong with the weak.

It's easy to say, but not easy to do. Chu Jian's mastery of the war situation and control of the war spirit can be seen from his easy victory over Shao Nansong.

Ling Chuxi's whole mind, all his spiritual consciousness, all ascended to the summit at this moment.

The Wufeng sword didn't seem to be fast, but it completely blocked all Ling Chuxi's way. Even the audience had an illusion that they were under the shadow of the long sword, and there was no place to retreat except to block with all their strength.

Time, become so long, all people's hearts are raised in the throat.

But Ling Chuxi on the stage still did not move, she was waiting for the opportunity.

Finally, the sword in her hand flashed and moved, and finally found his weakness, which was the only chance.

In the sound of Qingming, the two swords intersected and sent out a little spark, just a little spark. But the two people on the stage seemed to be hit by a huge stone, and they stepped back two steps.

"The only weakness of Wufeng sword idea was found by you. Since I practiced this sword, you are still the first one." Chu Jian looked at Ling Chuxi, and his face, which was like a rock, finally showed surprise, and then said with appreciation.

Ling Chuxi smiles faintly. She does find the only weakness of Wufeng sword, but it is only a draw with Chu Jian. Ling Chuxi deeply realizes how great the gap is between the eighth and seventh levels of fighting spirit.

"Try my sword again." As soon as Chu Jian suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, Wu Feng's shoulder tilted over his shoulder, and then he cut it out again.

At this moment, the swords without front, which had no brilliance at all, seemed to send out a ray of fierce cold light at this moment. Under the huge sword power, almost all the people close to the stands were afraid and could not help but step back.

"Be careful." Ling Yichen can't help but blurt out that even he is not sure that he can receive such a sword.

Ling Chuxi's heart also slightly a sink, tightly clenched the falling dust sword.

"I will not lose, I will never fail." In his heart, a voice sounded, and Ling Chuxi's eyes gave out a light that had never been seen before. At this moment, the track of Wufeng sword and the fighting spirit flowing in the sword became so clear at this moment.

"Boom", the two swords meet again. In the collision of fighting spirit, a cloud of air suddenly burst out, rolling up dust and blocking the two people's figures.

"What's the matter? Who wins and who loses?" The dust went with the wind, and everyone looked at the stage.

On the competition stage, Ling Chuxi and Chu Jianyi stood in one corner respectively. There was a shallow pit on the ground in the middle. It can be seen how strong the fighting spirit of the two just broke out.

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