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"After waiting for so long, I've finally found you!"

Nangong Li's eyes were filled with fighting spirit, he was so excited that his body was trembling.

"What are you doing? I'm not gay." According to your words, I am not the 'good of Long Yang'. "

Lu Ming looked at Nangong Li warily, his tone full of vigilance.

Nangong Li was startled, and retorted angrily: "You …. I'm not either! "

Lu Ming patted his chest in relief: "Oh ~ Then that's good, this way I won't have to worry."

At this moment, the referee couldn't bear to watch any longer. He coughed lightly and announced, "If you're ready, then let the match begin."

Facing Nangong Li, Lu Ming did not dare to be as arrogant as before. Instead, he carefully took out a weapon from his storage ring, and focused all of his attention.

"Lu Ming, I shall let you experience my Nan Gong Family's' Thirteen Style of Heavenly Sword '!"

Nangong Li shouted, as he pulled out his sword and stabbed forward. Lu Ming attacked with his sword, looking at Nangong Li's familiar sword technique, he was a little suspicious.

This' Eight Style of the Heavenly Sword ', why does it look a little familiar?

"Sword Slash Haoyue!" Nangong Li's feet touched the ground, as though he was floating along with the wind.

Lu Ming's eyes lit up, and he immediately slashed in front of him to the left, coincidentally blocking Nangong Li's attack path. Lu Ming's sword swept horizontally, forcing Nangong Li to have no choice but to retreat.

What was this' sword slaying Haoyue '? It was clearly' Traceless Treading the Moon '!

Then the next step would be 'Antelope on the wall'.

Lu Ming thought in his heart, the sword in his hand danced, it was actually the same as Nangong Li's sword technique!

He was like a man in a mirror. The two sword techniques were synchronized. Even the steps he stepped on were not off.

What 'Eight Styles of Heavenly Sword', it was obviously the 'Blue Lotus Sword Song' that Gu Huo had taught him. Nangong Li's family definitely had a close relationship with the Sword God Fang Qing!

The more Nangong Li fought, the more shocked he was, because he realized that Lu Ming was extremely clear about his sword technique. But when it was time for Lu Ming to attack, he could not understand Lu Ming's movements.

From the start of the battle to now, in a short span of ten breaths, Lu Ming had forced Nangong Li into a precarious situation, and was about to be defeated.

"Brilliant Heavenly Sword!"

Nangong Li bellowed, the sword in his hand became a crescent moon, countless of sword beams pierced towards Lu Ming's vital parts. Just as the referees were all shocked and couldn't help but take action to stop him, the longsword in Lu Ming's hand fluttered and actually blocked all of the sword beams with exactly one strike!

"Humble and humble!"

Lu Ming bellowed, he moved like a ray of light and went straight through the curtain of swords, straight towards Nangong Li. Nangong Li was startled, but he did not have time to react as Lu Ming's sword was already at his throat.

"You lost."

In about twenty breaths, before many of the spectators below the stage could even react, Lu Ming had already achieved victory. The two didn't even have to use too much spiritual energy to clash with each other before the outcome of a few sword moves was decided.

"I've lost. I've been preparing for this promised battle for so long, but I didn't expect I'd still be inferior to you.

Nangong Li left his hand and gave up resisting. However, he changed the topic and asked the question that he could not understand no matter how hard he thought, "However, where did you learn your sword techniques? Why are they so similar to my Nangong Clan's secret skills?"

Lu Ming's originally smiling face stiffened. He had forgotten about this question, but Lu Ming didn't want to expose the existence of the Gu Huo. Lu Ming thought about it and started to create nonsense:

"One day, while I was sleeping, an old man with a white beard suddenly appeared in my dreams. They say that I have an unusual talent, that my bones are amazed, and that I have to beg for these sword techniques to be passed on to me. I was unable to reject it and could only reluctantly learn a few moves. "

If one were to talk about these random things, Lu Ming would do it without thinking about it at all. For three days and three nights, he didn't even care about the details.

Nangong Li looked deeply at Lu Ming, obviously not believing Lu Ming's nonsense. However, since he was still on the high platform, he had no choice but to give up.

"Then let's spar another day."

Watching Nangong Li turn around and leave, Lu Ming breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily he managed to get away with it this time. However, this matter had given him a reminder. He definitely could not be so rash again in the future.

Just as Lu Ming had defeated Nangong Li, it was like the horn for attack. People successively jumped up onto the stage, hoping to defeat Lu Ming and obtain first place.

However, most of those people were only around cymbidium four or five stars, and the highest was only around the same as Lu Ming's cymbidium six stars. Aside from the six star cymbidium who spent a lot of effort on Lu Ming, the remaining people were almost all unable to hold on for more than a minute under Lu Ming's hands.

Furthermore, with the help of star power, Lu Ming was practically fighting without any consumption at all, without any signs of fatigue. After discovering this, those who dared to challenge Lu Ming became less and less, and all went to fight for other stages.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye. The second round of the competition was almost over. The other winners of the arena had basically confirmed that there wasn't much of a change.

At this time, Lan Ying finally made her move on stage number 2. With a leap, Lan Ying immediately crossed a distance of three meters and landed on stage number 1.

"Senior brother Lu, after you."

Lan Ying did not hold a sword in her hand, and bowed to Lu Ming with empty hands, but Lu Ming quickly returned the respect, and waited for the battle to begin.

"Senior brother Lu, what I'm cultivating is a spell. I hope you can be more careful."

Lan Ying saw that Lu Ming was holding onto his sword the whole time and thought that he was just a cultivator, so she kindly reminded him.

Lu Ming's hand that was holding the sword tightened, and nodded to reply.

After confirming that the two were ready, the battle began with the command of the referee!

It could be said that Lu Ming's battle with Lan Ying had garnered the attention of the entire Cang Ling Academy. Even the leaders of the Principal Gui walked to the sides of the stage, waiting for the final result.

"Flower Disturbance!"

Lan Ying berated, as countless spirit power flowers the height of a person appeared out of thin air. Not only did it slow Lu Ming's charge, under the protection of the flower, Lu Ming was not able to find any trace of Lan Ying.

"Flower Curtain!"

Lan Ying's voice came from all directions, seemingly drifting about erratically. Those flowers that were originally just slowing Lu Ming's speed suddenly changed their shape, as sharp blades covered the petals. A cold light flashed, looking extremely sharp.

"Green Lotus Sword Song's third style: Bent Osmanthus Embracing the Flower!"

Seeing Lan Ying's aggressive stance, Lu Ming did not dare to be the least bit careless, and directly used the only group attack from the Blue Lotus Sword Song. Just like Nangong Li, Lu Ming's sword released an limitless sword beam, ripping those petals into pieces.

The surging Sword Qi scattered in all directions, and the flowers around Lu Ming became clear, revealing Lan Ying at the end of the stage.

"Senior Martial Brother Lu is really not bad."

Lan Ying let out a charming laugh, raised both of her hands, and the imposing aura of her cymbidium erupted with a loud rumble.

"Ten thousand peanuts!"