Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Today's weather is a bit dull. In the sky, thick dark clouds are rolling like thick ink dripping into clear water.

Depressed, cramped, people have a feeling of breathlessness.

Shushan Daping.

Xuan group's first arena.

There are many people surrounding the arena. Compared to the first round where no one cares, the second round of the competition is already attracting attention. Some academies that were eliminated in the first round, the professors will bring their students. Watch round two.

This kind of game watching also has a lot of learning effects for the students.

What's more, this first match of the Mysterious Group was the two academy teams that advanced with a complete victory in the first round.

Luojiang Academy and Donglu Academy, among which Donglu Academy is an old school that is qualified to challenge Chang'an Academy. Therefore, many students are looking forward to this battle, thinking that this battle should be very exciting!

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi was dressed in white and carried a sword box on his back. When he saw Lin Yun who was standing on the ring, he frowned slightly.

Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil, also focused her eyes: "This student from Donglu Academy..."

Before Jiang Linglong finished speaking, Wen Jiaoxi turned his head and looked over: "You feel it too? This Lin Yun... has a strong smell of blood on his body."

Jiang Linglong nodded solemnly.

Fang Lang on the side heard the conversation between the two, and also put away his smile.

"Have you ever killed someone?"

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Fang Lang: "Is it strange to have killed someone? Practice... is not a romantic thing."

Wen Jiaoxi just said a word, and Fang Lang took a deep breath.

Fang Lang looked up at the ring, and looked at Liu Bubai who was standing opposite Lin Yun, with a slightly solemn expression. So... Liu Bubai is likely to lose?

so miserable...

Encountered such an opponent in the first show.

Fang Lang couldn't help but mourn in silence for Liu Bubai.

A teenager who wanted to take him to lie down and win, had bad luck.

...

In the arena.

Liu Bubai was dressed in a strong outfit, holding a luxurious long sword, with a handsome face, his head raised, with confidence.

"Luojiang Academy, Liu Bubai, a nine-level swordsman."

On the opposite side of Liu Bubai, Lin Yun from Donglu Academy grinned, "Skinned and tender, the sound should be nice when you cut it with a sword."

Liu Bubai raised his head, squinted his eyes, his whole body tensed up, smelling a sense of crisis.

"Donglu Academy, Lin Yun."

Lin Yun dragged the rusty iron sword, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, but didn't report his cultivation, with a half-smile on his face.

Liu Bubai ignored it, raised the gorgeous long sword in his hand, and made a fencing gesture.

In fact, during the three-day special training taught by Wen, Liu Bubai's swordsmanship level has also improved a lot, and he is very confident.

However, Lin Yun inexplicably gave him a sense of oppression.

In the sky, black clouds billowed.

It was as if there was thunder roaring in it.

There was a low-pitched wind howling, and the sand and rocks blowing all over the ground were rolling and making rustling sounds.

The battle on the ring broke out in an instant.

The sword in Liu Bubai's hand was drawn out, causing a sonic boom. Neither of them used their cultivation. However, relying on swordsmanship alone is actually extremely dangerous, and a little carelessness will involve life safety.

Liu Bubai's sword attack was like a storm, but Lin Yun just raised the rusty iron sword and easily blocked it.

"Too slow, too weak."

"Is this the level of Luojiang Academy?"

“What a disappointment!”

Lin Yun held the thick rusty iron sword with one hand, half-hid his cheeks behind the sword, stared at Liu Bubai who kept drawing the sword, and laughed coldly.

Liu Bubai's face was cold, the more he beat him, the more dignified he became, and his face became more and more ugly.

Because, Liu Bubai could feel that Lin Yun's actual combat experience was very rich, and he was able to block his attack with the least strength and cost. Under the ebb and flow, Liu Bubai's physical strength was exhausted extremely fast, while Lin Yun Cloud is still more than capable.

And Lin Yun kept bursting out taunting words, which constantly stimulated Liu Bubai.

Liu Bubai forced himself to calm down, but the sword technique in his hand still did not become chaotic.

After all, the swordsmanship genius of Luojiang Academy is not in vain.

Lin Yun also noticed this, and curled his lips boredly.

The next moment, the original defensive posture changed, like a fierce tiger, the bloody aura on his body gushed out, and Liu Bubai was stunned by the attacking action.

But Lin Yun took advantage of this opportunity and instantly bullied Liu Bubai's body.

The extremely heavy rusty iron sword in his hand was thrown out suddenly.

It hit Liu Bubai fiercely.

Liu Bu turned white, and raised the sword in his hand to block the sword.

when!

With a crisp sound, Liu Bubai only felt that the tiger's mouth holding the sword was numb, and he took several steps back.

Lin Yun's sword is an epee, and Liu Bubai could hardly bear it after such a smash. However, if he had changed to the previous Liu Bubai, he might have suffered a disadvantage. However, after three days of special training, Liu Bubai also improved. After a lot, he immediately turned from offense to defense.

The rapier swung, impenetrable.

"Yo, you still know how to defend?"

Lin Yun grinned, showing a serious smile, like a jackal with everything under control, watching the prey step by step into the trap he set up.

Lin Yun held the rusty iron sword with his backhand and stabbed out.

Liu Bubai blocked it with his sword.

However, the next moment, Liu did not turn white.

But he saw that Lin Yun threw the sword violently, the metal hilt swept across the arc, and hit him hard on the head.

Flesh torn!

The blood-stained hilt bounced back into Lin Yun's hand.

The blood streaked across the arc and stained Lin Yun's face, which seemed to stimulate Lin Yun's excitement.

The dense clouds were roaring, extremely oppressive.

Liu Bubai was a little dazed by Lin Yun's epee hilt, he shook his head, and blood dripped onto the ring.

"You're not going to admit defeat, are you?"

Lin Yun held the epee and showed an exaggerated expression.

Liu Bubai raised his head, held the sword in his hand, and admitted defeat?

He can't admit defeat, this is his first battle!

Before the game, he also said that he would lead Fang Lang to lie down and win, but he lost the first game... What face does he have?

Could it be that he, Liu Bubai, became the one who was taken to lie down instead?

How could he choose to lie down and win safely? !

That's not his style!

"continue."

Liu Bubai wiped away the blood, held the sword tenaciously, and said coldly.

Lin Yun grinned and swooped out in an instant, full of pressure.

The rusty iron sword that was dragging was also thrown out violently.

Lin Yun's movements were reflected in Liu Bubai's eyes, and the next moment, he stepped sideways and stabbed the sword in his hand to the ground.

The blade of the sword bends in a huge arc.

This is Liu Bubai's bottom-of-the-box sword skill.

There was a clear sword cry.

With a flash of sword light, Lin Yun felt the danger, and raised his iron sword. However, the sword light was drawn on his iron sword, but it bent, bent an arc, and swept across Lin Yun's chest.

A flower of blood exploded in Lin Yun's chest instantly.

Lin Yun stared at his bleeding chest, a strange and crazy smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

boom!

Lin Yun's speed suddenly increased, he swung his epee and slashed his head, Liu Bubai also stabbed with his sword, but soon, Liu Bubai changed, because Lin Yun didn't dodge or dodge at all, as if he was not afraid of death .

Liu Bubai's face was pale, and he could only hold his sword back to block it!

However, Lin Yun repeated his old trick.

The rusty iron sword fell down, the hilt popped out, and hit Liu Bubai's head again.

Blood blooms!

The hilt bounced back, Lin Yun slapped again, and the hilt hit Liu Bubai's head again!

puff! puff! puff!

once! twice!

three times!

The sound of bone cracking spread from the arena in an instant.

The surroundings of the arena fell into a deathly silence, and many of the onlookers were stunned.

Many students who watched such a bloody scene trembled physically and mentally.

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and the whole body was filled with endless low air pressure.

Jiang Linglong was wearing a veil, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but her eyes could be seen getting colder and colder.

Fang Lang clenched his fists.

The air was filled with a strong and burning smell of blood.

There was also Lin Yun's crazy laughter from the arena.

It's a tease.

Liu Bubai gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He swung his sword stubbornly, while Lin Yun kept using his sword skills, smashing out the hilt of the sword and beating Liu Bubai's head in a playful way.

Even though the blood was splattering and his face was pale, Liu Bubai still did not admit defeat.

There was no danger of life, and the referee of Jianshu Sect did not choose to make a move.

However, everyone watching this scene was silent.

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi slapped the edge of the ring with his palm, and the bricks and stones of the ring were cracked.

"Admit defeat."

Wen Jiaoxi said in a low voice.

The moment Wen Jiaoxi conceded defeat, on the ring, the referee of Jianshu Sect appeared in front of Lin Yun as if teleported, and grabbed Lin Yun's blood-stained sword hilt.

"enough."

"The first match, Donglu Academy, wins."

The referee glanced at Lin Yun and said.

On the other side, Liu Bubai's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his forehead was bloody and blood was dripping down his cheeks, and he staggered.

"Come on, you...you come here again?!"

Liu Bubai was still shouting.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong appeared beside Liu Bubai at the same time.

Both of them looked very ugly.

"I come?"

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong spoke almost in unison.

The two were startled.

After that, Jiang Linglong's long eyelashes trembled, and he took a step back without arguing with Fang Lang.

Wen Jiaoxi also floated onto the ring, took out a pill with a strong medicinal fragrance and stuffed it into Liu Bubai's mouth, and walked off the ring carrying Liu Bubai.

When passing by Fang Lang, Liu Bubai's nose was blue and his face was swollen. At this moment, he was not concerned about his injuries, and there was a bit of sadness in his eyes: "Prodigal son, I can't lie down anymore..."

Fang Lang smiled warmly, and took the sword in Liu Bubai's hand.

With one left hand and one right hand, Fang Lang held the sword in both hands.

"It's okay, you can still lie down."

Fang Lang said.

Liu Bubai closed his eyes, not wanting to speak.

Destroy it, I'm tired.

Wen Jiaoxi took a deep look at Fang Lang.

Jiang Linglong also moved lightly with lotus steps, walked to Fang Lang's side, and said lightly, "To the death?"

Fang Lang didn't say much.

Just one word back.

"good."

Jiang Linglong didn't stay long, and walked off the ring gracefully.

In the arena.

Lin Yun dragged the rusty iron sword that was still bleeding, and grinned.

"I heard that Luojiang Academy likes a string of three?"

"What a coincidence... I like it too."

Thunder ripped through the sky of Shushan Mountain, and the dark clouds that had been densely covered and tumbling for a long time finally couldn't hold back.

Bean-sized raindrops poured out of the black clouds.

Feixie smashed down.

"Click" crisp sound.

Fang Lang held the long sword behind his back with both hands, looked at Lin Yun, and did not respond.

However, with two swords in hand, his face was expressionless, and his chin was raised slightly.

"Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, a seventh-level swordsman."

PS: I ask for a recommendation ticket, and I will get 10,000 votes~