Self-cultivation of the villain prince

When Liuyunzong's group reached the viewing area, Xie Yu was already standing opposite his opponent, ready to fight.

His opponent in this game was a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes and a vigorous look. He was wearing a cyan outfit and looked calm and calm.

"Qinglian Jianzong, Feng Pengfei!" The young man arched his hand first, and then drew the long sword from behind.

Cang!

The sword blade popped out, and it uttered a breathtaking Qingyue sword sound, which was obviously a sword of the magic weapon level.

Xie Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and he made a serious look that was taken seriously, and he also arched his hands: "No school, no school, Feng Nan!"

He pressed the hilt with his hand, and the Tang Dao slowly unsheathed.

"The match begins!" the soldiers under the ring shouted.

When the words fell, Xie Yu saw a sword light that seemed to be thunderous, and the cold light gleamed where the sword light passed. Even the temperature of the surrounding air seemed to drop by a few points, and there was a chill and courage everywhere. The air is like a waterfall falling straight down, and like a galaxy rolling backwards.

"Fei Liu goes down three thousand feet!"

Chapter One Hundred Seventy One

Accompanied by the snorting sound of Jian Qi breaking through the air, the sharp edge rolled up towards Xie Yu.

This sword light was extremely condensed, but it was as fierce and violent as lightning. The speed of the shot even cracked Xie Yu's [Mingjingtai]. He even just pre-read the flow of the opponent's blood, and the sword light had already rushed to him. In front of him.

"Qinglian Jianzong..." Xie Yu actually felt a sense of threat from this sword.

He moved sideways, his figure resembling electricity, and backed abruptly.

This sword came and went fast. After Xie Yu avoided the sharp edge, Feng Pengfei knew that he could not hurt Xie Yu, so he regained his strength and waited for the moment when Xie Yu was about to counterattack. Suddenly his wrist shook, and his weapon turned back sharply. , The tip of the sword still has green smoke, splitting right, cutting left, picking up, and pushing down, as if to outline a lotus flower, without any lag in the movement.

After the change, Jianmang was still shrouded in chill, but it no longer threatened Xie Yu.

However, with his current identity, he still had to pretend to resist a few times.

Xie Yu advances and retreats, wandering back and forth, and when he walks around the opponent's side, he "swishes" stabs three swords, separates the head, chest, and abdomen. With every attack, a brilliant sword will appear. Flowers are erratic and unpredictable, just let the flow go.

"Ding jingle bells!"

Two people, you come and I go, and they have removed more than ten tricks in an instant. The two of them are fast swords, and they immediately aroused sword shadows in the sky, and they were flying over like a storm. The beauty was extremely beautiful, and the audience cheered loudly. .

But the people of Liuyunzong underneath are so knowledgeable that they will naturally not only care about whether the special effects are gorgeous or not like ordinary viewers.

"So handsome!" He Nianwei stared at Xie Yu closely.

Under the meticulous makeup of the mother-in-law, Xie Yu's unrestrained and unrestrained swordsman temperament is very prominent.He is not like the Qinglian Jianzong disciple with the coldness of the sword in the elegance, but the knight who wanders around the world like the Jianghu story, free and easy, which is in line with the aesthetics of Liuyunzong.

Meng Shiyu's sight also stayed on Xie Yu.

The licking dog disciples who accompanied them suddenly became uncomfortable. They weren't messed up, but based on the analysis of the battle on the field: "This Feng Pengfei's swordsmanship is streamlined and sharp. It is indeed the true biography of Qinglian Sword Sect... In contrast, this Feng Nan is far behind, only pursuing the magnificence of swordsmanship."

"Yes, if he can improve his swordsmanship well, he might have won at this moment."

What they said was justified and well-founded. Several other female disciples who had been intoxicated with Xie Yu's swordsmanship woke up one after another and carefully examined the battle on stage.

However, Ji Sheng shook his head to retort.

"You are wrong, it's not that Feng Nan wants to use such flashy swordsmanship... but that he can only use this swordsmanship."

"Able to bring this kind of ornamental swordsmanship of an ordinary martial arts gym into this... this person's swordsmanship talent is immeasurable."

Ji Sheng's evaluation was too high, which made several licking disciples a little unconvinced, but due to Ji Sheng's authority, they had to keep silent.

At this time, the situation on the court changed again.

The two swordsmen fought each other, taking advantage of the impact force after the collision to retreat a few steps, Xie Yu pretended to carry the whole body infuriating, his clothes fluttered and fluttered in the wind.

The disciple of the Liuyun Sect in the audience quickly noticed the aura of the same origin and the same clan from the escaped True Qi, and exclaimed in exclamation: "All true vomiting!"

For the first time, Ji Sheng Gujing Wubo’s face appeared moved. He stared at Xie Yu, seemingly talking to himself and saying to the younger brother and younger sister next to him: "Able to complete the full-true vomiting and nashu to perfection... Regardless of his aptitude, his patience and determination alone are worthy of admiration."

Meng Shiyu pretended to unintentionally agreed: "Yes, he can practice the full-true vomiting and nashu to such a realm, he is far more hardworking in martial arts than me."

She is indeed proud of her master. Although she has suppressed the strange tone of her own tone, the slight emotions that can not help but make people feel jealous of Xie Yu.

These dog-licking disciples really hope that Xie Yu will lose, but the situation on the court has started to lean towards him since Xie Yuyun became very angry.

I saw him sway the green light, and thousands of stars were spread in an instant, and the light spots shattered, shining like clouds, and there was stillness and tranquility in the illusion, from movement to stability, and wonderful changes.

Xie Yu's shooting speed was too fast, and ordinary sword moves seemed to turn rotten into magic in his hands, such as the hanging horns of antelopes, which could easily stop Feng Pengfei's weakest point of sword moves.

The two disassembled dozens of tricks again, but as time passed, Feng Pengfei couldn't sustain such a high-intensity battle, and gradually showed signs of decline.

He wanted to pull away and use the sword of a lore, but Xie Yu's offensive seemed to envelope him like a violent storm. Whenever he retreated intentionally, Xie Yu would follow up in time.

In the end, after exhausting his energy, Xie Yu seized the opportunity with a sword across his neck.

"Good!" The audience in the audience was silent at first, and then burst into loud cheers.

The paper strength of this competition was the strongest level in the finalists. There were a lot of spectators who came to watch, and the wonderful swordsmanship of the two swordsmen later almost attracted the audience from the surrounding arenas. At this moment, it was overwhelming. The crowd was so crowded that the runners could not be seen.

Xie Yu retracted Tang Dao into its sheath and bowed his hand in a salute.

Feng Pengfei sighed first, then solemnly returned a salute, staring at Xie Yu with piercing eyes: "Dare you ask if Brother Fengnan is interested in joining the Qinglian Sword Sect?"

His gaze came from sincere admiration.

Just as Xie Yu looked at the hard-working moves of the brawny man, and looked at Xie Yu's sword moves with Feng Pengfei's eyes, he also felt that there were some omissions in the details.

But he could see that this was not because of Xie Yu, but the shortcomings of the sword move itself.

But this kind of third-rate swordsmanship, used in Xie Yu's hands, turned decay into magic, and he could always predict the weakest point of his moves.

As a sword repairman, Feng Pengfei knew very well what realm this was.

Jianxin is bright!

He couldn't help feeling regretful, and no one appreciated these talents.

But then I thought that, in this way, Xie Yu would definitely not refuse his invitation.

Which swordsman does not yearn for the swordsmanship of Qinglian Sword Sect?

If you change to someone else, then 100% agree.

However, I refuse!

Xie Yu first gave a fist and thanked him, and then explained: "The teacher here is an outer disciple of Liuyunzong. His only wish during his lifetime was to be able to worship the real person of Hanyue. Since I have to teach martial arts, I should do it for him. My teacher fulfilled my wish!"