Chapter 161

Based on his vision and judgment, Yang Jie can be said to be a master swordsman. The sword does not leave the body, and there is a thick layer of calluses in his palm, which is only in the hands of swordsmen who use the sword all year round.

And he also knows something about Yang Jie.

The Yang brothers are in Leifeng hospital. They are known as the combination of swords and swords.

Yang Fan is good at using a knife, while Yang Jie is good at using a sword. Yang Jie's sword is called a fast sword.

The world's martial arts, only fast not broken.

When the speed reaches a certain level, the paper can also penetrate the mountains.

Yang Jie's fast sword is said to be unstoppable.

Fast sword to sword meaning, this scene is destined to be very wonderful.

Yang Jie's strength is obvious to all. From the beginning to the present, Moyang has rarely used his sword, but when it comes out, he will win.

Two talented swordsmen, who can win the game.

"Hey, hey... A genius who understands the meaning of the peak sword. I really want to know whether your sword is powerful or my fast sword is better."

"I also want to know!"

Yang Jie smiled again and said, "you really take it seriously to praise you. No one has been able to beat me since I began to practice swordsmanship."

"That's because you didn't meet me!"

Miso

Words fall, two miso sounds sound, sword out, people move!

The sword in Yang Jie's hand is only two fingers wide, but as soon as he comes on the stage, the long sword emits a sword light. He just pulls out the sword, and the speed is too fast to see clearly.

At the same time, Moyang put away all his emotions and held qingjiao's sword in his hand.

This war is the most difficult one for him to this day. Yang Jie should not be underestimated.

It's just him. He's not a vegetarian.

The sound of two swords sounded, and two figures in the field collided in an instant.

"Yang Fan, in your opinion, can Yang Jie defeat Moyang?" Xiao Buyu stood under the challenge arena and said.

"Hard!"

Yang Fan directly said, "Yang Jie's fast sword is really unstoppable, but the peak sword meaning of Moyang is even more terrible and difficult!"

"But..." Yang Fan turned and said with a smile, "if Yang Jie wants to win, he will use his most proud copy. Then Moyang will be defeated."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Xiao Buyu smiled.

Three months ago, he lost face in front of class 9. Now, it's time to find face.

In any case, class four must win this battle.

His goal is senior class three, Wang Xinyu.

If he doesn't clean up the woman well, he will never have peace in his heart.

Ding Ding

At this moment, on the challenge arena, two figures shuttle back and forth, and the sword shadow is heavy.

Yang Jie's sword is very fast. It's fast to draw and close.

But to everyone's surprise, Moyang's sword is also extremely fast.

"Shepherd, you see, Moyang, he..."

"Naturally, I won't doubt Moyang's swordsmanship. It's just that he lacks too much experience than Yang Jie. Even if he wins this war..." Muyun didn't say next.

Even if we win this war, Moyang will probably pay the price.

But now, everything is uncertain, and man's potential is unlimited. The step that Moyang can grow up depends on himself.

"Kill heaven nine, attack heaven!"

With a low cry, the green Jiao sword in Moyang's hand, the pen moves like a dragon and snake, and the sword light is poured out. An invisible artistic conception envelops the whole challenge arena.

Sword meaning!

The strength of the sword idea can not only improve the progress of the martial artist's own realm. At the moment when the sword idea is displayed, the whole world is the world of swordsmen. In the area covered by the sword idea, swordsmen are supreme and invincible.

As soon as the sword idea came out, Yang Jie, who was surrounded by the sword idea of Moyang, became slow for a moment.

Moyang will not let go of this moment.

With a puff, he caught Yang Jie's mistake. Moyang stabbed it with a sword, and blood flowed out along Yang Jie's arm.

Looking at the blood on his shoulder, Yang Jie smiled and put down his sword slowly.

"You hurt me? How dare you hurt me!"

Yang Jie smiled strangely. The long sword in his hand changed in speed, sometimes slow and sometimes fast. It was light and ethereal like a butterfly dancing.

"I wanted to play with you, but now it's not necessary."

Yang Jie gave a loud cry and roared, "the Dragon sings for nine days, the Phoenix roars for thousands of miles, and the killing God Qianyu sword!"

With this low drink, Yang Jie's whole body soared into the air.

The sword Qi of Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shua Shu.

"That's it!"

When Yang Fan saw this scene, his eyes stared round and his breath was a little short.

Shua Shua

On the challenge arena, Yang Jie's figure flew up, one sword, one sword faster than another, faster and faster. The long sword was pointed, and the sword Qi was shot out one after another.

Those sword Qi, accumulated together, did not shoot at Moyang.

At this time, seeing this scene, Moyang's face must be.

The green Jiao sword, in his hand, floated slowly.

There is no gorgeous move or bright sword. After a circle around Moyang's body, the green Jiao sword is so quietly suspended in front of Moyang.

So far, Moyang stood still and just looked at Yang Jie in front of him.

Most people in the field looked at the two people strangely, and only a few understood that they were now in the final competition.

Whoever wins or loses will win or lose.

"Kill God Qianyu sword!"

"Sword language of God!"

Two low shouts sounded at the same time.

The next moment, Yang Jie's whole body was filled with sword Qi, like thousands of flying swords. The speed soared, and the circular sword rain rushed directly to Moyang.

At the same time, the speed of the sword around Moyang was so fast that they all flew to Moyang.

Ding Ding

Strange sounds sounded around Moyang, and those swords rushed towards Moyang.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of Moyang, there was only a sword floating quietly, but Yang Jie's sword could not break through the defense.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Yang Jie turned white and scolded secretly. A mouthful of blood gushed out of his mouth. Suddenly, the sword light turned blood red.

Deng

One step back, facing the blood red sword light, Moyang's face changed and one step back.

"Although I can't kill you, I have enough sword intention to hurt you seriously!"

Moyang whispered, and suddenly changed his direction with a long sword in his hand.

The long sword that was originally standing turned into a horizontal one, with the tip pointing directly at Yang Jie.

"Game, that's it!"

The corner of Moyang's mouth rose slightly, and the Long Sword Pierced out.

Wow

For a moment, the sky sword rain fell directly like a heavy rain.

At the moment, the swords all over the sky are heading for Yang Jie. This time, the sharpness and density of the swords are more than ten times stronger than before, but the target of the attack has become Yang Jie.

Poof poof

The sword rain poured down, and Yang Jie wanted to escape. But at the moment, there was nowhere to hide.

Sword rain all over the sky, all the targets are him!

"Damn it!"

Watching the sword rain all over the sky, Yang Jie cursed, but it didn't help.

He can't resist at all.

Bang

Finally, a bang sounded, and Yang Jie's body fell to the ground and completely fainted.

On his body, the fine sword marks are like ants crossing the river, which makes people feel very terrible.

In the first game, class nine won.

Moyang showed his powerful swordsmanship again.

The peak sword is powerful.

"Yang Jie!"

Yang Fan took a step and went directly to the challenge arena, holding Yang Jie out of the arena.

"Senior class 9, who dares to fight below!"

Seeing that his brother was hurt like this, Yang Fan was furious.

"I'll come!" Lin Zhiying said.

"I'll do it!" On the other side, Xiao Qingyu volunteered.

"Yang Fan's Sabre technique is extremely overbearing. It's the same as your shooting technique. However, his realm is higher than you after all. I'll come to this battle. With my fire control skill, he wants to get close to me. It's not that simple."

Several people looked at each other and finally nodded.

Now there is a lack of a shepherd in the team. They have to think about every battle in the future.

In the second game, Xiao Qingyu came on.

Yang Fan's strength is recognized as the first in the senior class 4. His Sabre technique is natural and open. Every Sabre has a sense of hegemony.

Seeing Xiao Qingyu playing, Yang Fan sneered in his heart.

Xiao Qingyu only relied on the blood of the holy beast to attack with the animal fire of the jade fire unicorn. It's nothing to worry about.

In his eyes, Moyang is the only one who can be called an opponent.

"Three moves defeat you!"

Looking at Xiao Qingyu, Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"Well thought!" Xiao Qingyu became angry when Yang Fan said so.

In class 9, he is not the most outstanding one, but it is impossible to beat him easily.

The students of the first five classes are more arrogant than each other, which really makes people look very uncomfortable.

These people, their eyes grow to the ceiling!

"Start!"

At the order of the referee, Yang Fan directly cleaved at Xiao Qingyu with a big knife of more than one meter in his hand without saying a word.

"Fire spirit dragon!"

Xiao Qingyu then stepped back and two fire dragons rushed out between his hands.

Eat all over the sky.

Xiao Qingyu is more and more handy in controlling animal fire by virtue of his communication with sapphire fire Qilin.

Two fire dragons, one attacking, the other tightly surrounding his body.

One attack and one defense, Xiao Qingyu looked very thoroughly.

This Yang Fan is extremely fierce and hard to fight with him. He will definitely be hard to please, but he was even a long-range attack. The combination of fireball and fire dragon didn't give Yang Fan a chance to get close at all.

Being teased by Xiao Qingyu, Yang Fan's anger rolled in his heart. Gradually, his big knife became faster and faster.

The knife style is becoming more and more fierce.

"Eighteen forms of mountain opening!"

With a low cry, Yang Fan cut Xiao Qingyu's fire dragon with a big knife in his hand.

Every time he cut, the big knife in his hand increased the temperature by one point.

Gradually, the long knife in Yang Fan's hand was as red as a soldering iron, and the strong blade matched with the domineering knife style. Under the last chop, it was actually hard to break up a fire dragon next to Xiao Qingyu.

When the fire dragon disappeared, Xiao Qingyu hurried back and sent out several fireballs one after another to stop Yang Fan's attack.

We all understand the truth that martial arts fight each other and develop their strengths and avoid their weaknesses.

At the moment, Yang Fan has no desire to avoid at all. He is carrying the flame with his own strength.