Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

Xuan group, the first ring.

There are more and more academy students watching around.

Because the air was filled with the smell of rattling swords and the extremely strong smell of blood.

Lin Yun fought Liu Bubai, and Liu Bubai was defeated. In terms of swordsmanship, Lin Yun was much stronger.

In fact, this is nothing, the main thing is that Lin Yun hit Liu Bubai's head again and again with the hilt of his sword, insulting a swordsman's persistence in swordsmanship in an extremely humiliating way.

Fang Lang regarded Liu Bubai as a friend.

Although Liu Bubai is a young man who is very confident in his swordsmanship, maybe... a little arrogant.

But the essence is good. He kept saying that he would take Fang Lang to lie down and win, but Fang Lang smiled and said nothing.

However, Fang Lang could imagine what kind of blow this battle would have on Liu Bubai.

Fang Lang understands that this is the cruelty of practice. After a hundred battles, the winner will follow the loser to the top.

The torrential rain that had been suppressed for a long time finally began to vent.

With a clatter, raindrops fell on the ring, splashing and shattering.

Under the ring.

Jiang Linglong brought an oil-paper umbrella from nowhere, and stood with the umbrella open. Raindrops slapped the umbrella surface. The girl frowned slightly, staring at Fang Lang on the ring.

She didn't quite understand why Fang Lang wanted to fight her like this.

He knew that Fang Lang's swordsmanship was top-notch in the realm of swordsmen, but... Lin Yun's swordsmanship was not ordinary, and he obviously learned it from killing.

Based on Fang Lang's previous performance, he might not be able to defeat Lin Yun with his sword drawing skills and sword steps.

However, Jiang Linglong still didn't compete with Fang Lang, because...she felt that Fang Lang might surprise her.

His eyes fell on the sword that Fang Lang held in both hands.

Two hands, holding two swords...

With two swords?

Besides sword drawing and sword step...is there any other sword skills?

Will it bring her... a surprise?

...

Song Qingyun frowned. Today's competition at Beijiang Academy hadn't started yet. He heard his classmates mentioned Luojiang Academy yesterday, so he came here to take a look today.

I want to see if Fang Lang, who lives next door to him, is really as powerful as the rumors say.

"Donglu Academy... Lin Yun, the disciple of the 'Donglu Sword Master' who was rumored to be thrown into the 'Donglu Demon Que' to kill and practice?"

"Kill people, kill demons, kill demons... This is a real ruthless person."

Song Qingyun had heard of Lin Yun's name, even if it was Beijiang Academy's hole card, meeting Lin Yun would be extremely difficult.

This Lin Yun was the subject of key research by Chang'an Academy and Beijiang Academy.

Therefore, when Song Qingyun saw Fang Lang stepping into the ring, he shook his head regretfully.

Perhaps Fang Lang is indeed as good as the rumors say, with a six-level swordsman's level of swordsmanship, a series of three in a row.

But facing Lin Yun, the odds of winning are probably less than 10%.

...

The rain started pattering down.

Let the whole Shu Mountain be covered with a layer of haze, like misty rain and mountains and rivers, like a dream.

The arena on the top of the mountain.

"Seventh stage swordsman? Who do you look down on?"

Lin Yun sneered after listening to Fang Lang's self-introduction, and a coldness flashed in his eyes.

However, he didn't underestimate the enemy. A seven-level swordsman dared to enter the ring. He should have some brushes. If he underestimated the enemy casually, he would have died in Donglu Yaoque long ago.

Lin Yun's body was shot in the torrential rain, dragging the rusty sword in his hand, and strode towards Fang Lang in strides.

The tip of the Rusty Sword rubbed against the arena, cutting the rainwater like a bead curtain into two halves!

The sudden heavy rain added to the chilly atmosphere.

Lin Yun took a big step, and the water splashed two feet, and the rusty iron sword in his hand swung directly at Fang Lang.

Lin Yun likes rainy days, because in rainy days, his swordsmanship... will become stronger!

Boom!

The rusty sword body compressed the air, and the air exploded. Countless torrential rains turned into a translucent rain sword under the swing of the sword, and slashed at Fang Lang.

Fang Lang held his swords backwards, his hair stuck to his forehead from the rain.

His eyes are sharp.

A sharp sword, a sharp eye.

As he stepped forward, his figure suddenly became erratic, Lingxu Sword Step! Hard to find!

Fang Lang is very calm. He knows that Lin Yun is very strong, but the stronger the opponent, the calmer he is.

"Switch the state of bondage."

Fang Lang said.

When the system prompt popped up, Fang Lang completed the switch of the bondage state, and his eyes became sharper.

In the fettered state, Fang Lang is equivalent to possessing Ni Wen's root bone. The root bone not only has value during practice, but also has great help during the battle.

Because, sometimes, a good enough root bone can allow you to keep up with the speed of the opponent, and even judge the opponent's combat awareness.

The torrential rain has been falling!

The roar washed over the entire heaven and earth.

Every raindrop that hits the ground will splash and scatter, making the entire Shushan mountain misty and rainy.

"Are you here to avenge that little boy?"

Lin Yun swung the Rusty Sword, and he felt the pressure Fang Lang brought to him.

However, he has no fear.

The rusty iron sword in his hand pressed against the air under the burst of tremendous force, and slammed out a terrifying air sword slash.

The raindrops falling from the sky were cut in half by his Qi sword, and the incision was smooth.

As for the sword energy, it roared and slashed towards Fang Lang.

Lin Yun has never used his cultivation, this is the sword energy formed by pure power!

Fang Lang's figure was like a dream, he stepped on his sword step, turned sideways in an instant, and dodged the sword.

And Fang Lang and Lin Yun finally got closer, and finally collided!

Fang Lang jumped up in the rain, and slashed down with the steel sword in his right hand.

when!

Lin Yun raised his hand like a rock to block it with his rusty sword, the corners of his mouth were split open, and his eyes radiated the light of a beast staring at its prey.

"You should also experience... the pain that little boy felt."

With a push of Lin Yun's hand, the hilt of the rusty sword circled around Fang Lang's sword and hit Fang Lang's head.

Just like when Lin Yun teased and insulted Liu Bubai before.

However, Fang Lang seemed to have expected this move a long time ago, and the sword in his left hand was also swept out, blocking the hilt thrown by Lin Yun, and the two swords rubbed against each other, sparks splashed everywhere.

Fang Lang raised his footsteps, and the soles of his feet slid out like swords.

The sword energy under his feet burst out instantly.

Lin Yun shrank his eyes, and his body circled in place, bringing up the swirling rain, avoiding the sword step and sword energy that smashed the raindrops.

Fang Lang's face was calm and ruthless, and in his eyes, it seemed that there was a picture of memory blooming like a lotus flower.

...

The memory of Shuangjianliu spread like ink smudges.

Fangfu compound, washed away by heavy rain.

Fang Lang was drenched by the rain, holding two swords in his hands, and kept waving them. The sword energy was like a rainbow, and the sword rain was like a curtain. Every drop of raindrops was chopped into pieces by the sword, forming an impenetrable sword net.

He used two swords in his hand to fight against the rainstorm.

He tried stabbing the sword with his left hand, dancing sword flowers with his right hand, and playing double swords with both hands.

Day after day, year after year.

...

Under the heavy rain, Fang Lang raised his head suddenly, and the raindrops on the tips of his hair were thrown away.

crunch!

That was the sound of two swords being pulled out.

The light of the sword is like flowing water.

Countless raindrops poured down from the sky, and Lin Yun, who was facing Fang Lang, suddenly felt his breath stagnate.

It was sharp and sharp, as if reaching his throat, cutting his heart and lungs!

Lin Yun didn't care about playing Fang Lang like Liu Bubai, because he really felt the difference between Fang Lang and Liu Bubai.

He raised the heavy rusty sword in his hand and blocked it in front of him.

Fang Lang held two swords in his hand, and slashed down continuously.

when!

Dangdang!

The two swords slashed without stopping, without giving Lin Yun any time to breathe.

While swinging, flowing clouds and flowing water, two swords, two sword moves, but fused into one person.

Lin Yun seemed to be forced to retreat into the abyss, panting in the cracks.

The momentum of the sword is like waves, one wave after another!

quick!

too fast!

Fang Lang's double swords did not stagnate in the slightest, and the torrential rain that fell on the sky was cut open, unable to get close to Fang Lang's body!

Lin Yun...was crushed and beaten!

Step by step back on the ring.

...

Xuan group's first arena.

All around, there was a dead silence.

Only the roar of the rainstorm was left, but in everyone's ears, there was only the rapid chopping sound from the ring, which made people's breathing rhythm driven!

The referee of Jianshu Sect had sharp eyes, and he raised his spirits to stare. He was afraid that if he was a little negligent, Lin Yun would be chopped into meat paste by Fang Lang's stormy swords.

Jiang Linglong was holding an oiled paper umbrella, her veil was gently blowing in the wind and waves, her beautiful eyes shone with surprise for the first time.

Is this... Fang Lang's trump card?

In the distance, Song Qingyun from Beijiang Academy opened his mouth slightly, only astonishment and shock remained on his face.

Many teachers in the academies also turned their heads to look at the fierce fighting arena, and fell silent for a while.

After Wen Jiaoxi sent Liu Bubai for treatment, he came back quickly. In the rainstorm, he happened to see this scene, and finally a touch of shock and weirdness appeared on his face.

"Sword drawing, sword step, double swordsmanship..."

"How did you practice?"

"Is this kid... a monster?"

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