Feng Hengyan was completely stunned.
At some point, the area around his feet was completely covered with colored ribbons. Originally, he thought that he had completely suppressed his opponent by relying on his brushwork and even his innate qi, but what he never expected was that the opponent seemed to be forced into a panic, but in fact he was just wandering around and arranging the ribbons. on the ground.
When the ribbon restrained him, the other party's stellar energy entered his body, directly sealing the acupoints all over his body, completely sealing his energy channels, and he couldn't break free despite his innate cultivation.
"You, you are..." Feng Hengyan, who was hanging upside down in the air, was full of shame and anger, and stared at Lu Yunxuan with wide eyes.
Lu Yunxuan chuckled, and said, "That's right, I'm also in the Xiantian realm, and I just broke through in the past few days."
"Despicable." Feng Hengyan easily broke free from the shackles of the opponent's ribbon by relying on the innate qi before, but he never expected that his opponent had already been innately cultivated. After the second entanglement, the innate qi was activated and sealed. All over his body.
Lu Yunxuan snorted coldly, and said: "You didn't ask me, why should I tell you my cultivation? Besides, you also used Xiantian Gangqi, I didn't say anything, why should I use Xiantian Gangqi to become What about 'despicable'? The reasoning of your Confucian Academy is really incomprehensible!"
At this moment, there was silence in the entire dojo.
They've started to go numb.
Lost numb.
And for the cynicism of the Kunwu faction disciples, he no longer has the strength to retort.
After losing three games in a row, even a shameless person could no longer hold his head up.
The third game ended with the Kunwu faction winning again.
In the fourth match, Lin Yuncong played against another Confucian master.
This matchup was more relaxed.
Lin Yuncong, who had already revealed his super internal strength, was three layers higher than his opponent. Lin Yuncong fought steadily. After more than twenty moves, he clasped his palms together at once, and firmly stuck to the opponent's long sword. , a sword made of black iron was immediately broken into four pieces.
The Confucian disciple who couldn't break Lin Yuncong's protective aura with all his strength, after losing his weapon, had no choice but to throw it on the bare hilt of his sword and surrendered.
With the defeat of the first three senior brothers, the fourth Confucian disciple is already broken, and it doesn't matter whether he wins or loses.
Lost four out of five games, no matter how you explain, it is an indisputable fact that Confucian Academy has lost all face.
However, the people of the Kunwu faction never thought of letting the people of the Confucianism Academy step down, and of course this embarrassment was even more embarrassing.
Especially this last battle was simply a big challenge to the education system of the Confucian Academy for thousands of years.
If this battle is lost, it will be a big move from the top to the bottom of the Confucian Academy, which is undoubtedly equivalent to giving everyone in the Confucian Academy a sober slap from top to bottom. What qualifications are there to participate at this level? Into the disputes between rivers and lakes? He was slapped in the face every minute.
At this time, for Zhu Han who played, the psychological pressure was undoubtedly extremely heavy.
Zhu Han is even more so.
As an outside disciple of the Confucian Academy, a handyman, he was accidentally pushed to the cusp of the storm, and his nervousness was numb from the tip of his toes to the strands of his hair.
"Are you ready?" Ye Qingxuan asked with a smile.
"Not ready." Wang Zhitui replied with a confused face, "Brother Ye, how could I win Zhu Han with my martial arts?"
Ye Qingxuan blinked his eyes, and said with a smile: "To be honest, your internal strength is not bad, but you are a bit lacking in comprehension in the use of martial arts, but fortunately, you are very proficient in that set of [Thirteen Swords of Confucianism]. As long as you listen to Mine, if I use this set of sword techniques well, I still have hope of winning."
"Then everything depends on Brother Ye!" Wang Zhitui was still worried, but at this time he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Not long after, the ritual officer came on stage again and shouted loudly: "Disciples from both sides enter the stage, start right!"
Wang Zhitui took a deep breath and stepped on stage slowly.
At this time, Zhu Han, the son of Zhu Shaoling, had already stood gracefully on the dojo, and when he saw Wang Zhitui walking up tremblingly, he couldn't help but sneered, and said disdainfully, "Who is this junior?"
"Under Wang Zhitui, I met Senior Brother Zhu."
"Oh, Junior Brother Wang. Hehe, it's hard for you this time. You haven't been born yet, and you don't know advanced swordsmanship... Why don't we make a gentleman's agreement, I don't need Xiantian qi, just judge victory or defeat based on swordsmanship, you Don’t you only know the [Thirteen Confucian Sword Classics]? Well, let’s make an agreement with the Thirteen Swords, as long as you can hold on to the Thirteen Moves, you’ll be considered a winner?”
Wang Zhitui was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Ye Qingxuan.
And Zhu Han's remarks also made the Confucian disciples on the scene a lot of discussion.
"Senior brother Zhu Han is indeed extraordinary."
"Don't be careless, the Taoist priest of the Kunwu sect is the famous Ye Qingxuan, and he may have some skills."
"If you have the ability, you need good materials. I know that Wang Zhitui, he is a nerd, and his martial arts is to move his body between reading."
"That's right, I saw that guy with my own eyes once, being chased by a yellow dog and running all over the street, it was useless in terms of martial arts."
"Oh, dead wood cannot be carved."
…
Discussions from all around spread everywhere, Wang Zhitui's confidence was hit hard, and his head hung even lower.
"Thirteen moves are thirteen moves!" At this moment, Ye Qingxuan shouted loudly on the rostrum: "Since Mr. Zhu said it, there is a limit of 13 moves. If you can't beat the young master within 13 moves, it will be regarded as we lose!"
ah!
At this moment, the people of Confucianism were shocked.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qingxuan, who is already extremely weak, would turn Zhu Han's meaning in reverse, and this move is tantamount to looking down on the opponent.
Zhu Han snorted coldly, and said, "Holly talk. Since you have the confidence, I'll come here to learn the lesson myself."
"No, no, I..." Wang Zhi pushed his face flushed, and almost killed Ye Qingxuan, but before he could finish speaking, the ceremony officer had already shouted: "The martial arts competition begins!"
"Please." Zhu Han shouted coldly, and with a swipe, he drew his sword out of its sheath. The tip of the sword first moved forward, hooked back halfway, and then stabbed forward again. The speed and power of the sword edge suddenly increased by more than three times. It was the "Seventy-Two Sages' Sword" of "Yan Hui Grabbing Food" that attacked Wang Zhitui.
Wang Zhitui exclaimed suddenly, and retreated sharply. At the same time, he used the "National Style of Poetry" to thrust his chest to block the opponent's sword.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Han's swordsmanship could move freely, the forward thrusting sword suddenly swung downwards, his body seemed to kneel down, and then suddenly bounced up, the blade hissed, and cut off the front of Wang Zhitui's Confucian robe. It is a trick of "Min Sun Feng Xiao".
Fortunately, Wang Zhi pushed back in time, otherwise this second move would have cut off his calves.
Wang Zhitui's cold sweat dripped down "shua".
But at this time Zhu Han was in a position to be unrelenting, and sneered, "Such a level is worthy of fighting with me? Lay down!"
While speaking, with a swipe of the sword's edge, it slashed towards Wang Zhitui's neck. While the opponent was retreating, he turned his body and pushed the sword's edge upwards, in the form of "Zhong You is so brave", a huge force on the blade, boom To Wang Zhitui's chest.
oops.
Wang Zhitui's liver and gallbladder were cracked, his head went blank in a hurry, he didn't know how to resist, he could only close his eyes and wait for death.
At this moment, a burst of shouting suddenly came from the ear: "Li Jianshi!"
Wang Zhitui's mind suddenly lit up, he didn't open his eyes at all, his body had already used this move, his body bowed forward, the sword in his hand was under his arm, and with a bang, he was blocking Zhu Han's sword, a huge The force lifted his whole body off the ground, as if he was flying.
When he opened his eyes, Zhu Han was in front of him with a surprised expression on his face, and before he could follow a sword, Ye Qingxuan's shout came from his ear: "'There are three biographies of the Spring and Autumn Period', 'The Xiaoya of Poetry', 'The Great Righteousness of Mencius'! "
Three moves in a row, when Ye Qingxuan shouted, Wang Zhitui immediately cast it.
Riding his body in the air, Wang Zhitui turned over and jumped over Zhu Han's head, the sword in his hand was hanging upside down, ding ding ding, and pointed at the opponent three times in a row.
Zhu Han didn't expect that the opponent would take advantage of his own strength to take advantage of the situation and soar into the air. The three moves of this sword immediately made him flustered. Shrinking his head suddenly, he threw himself forward.
Hiss!
This time, it was Wang Zhitui's sword that cut a big hole in the Confucian robe on Zhu Han's back.
Zhu Han's forward posture has not yet landed, the point of the sword is on the ground, and he rebounds with force, but this is also the time when Wang Zhitui's "Xiaoya of Poetry" move is used.
As soon as Wang Zhitui fell to the ground, he didn't turn around, he just leaned back, and stabbed straight behind with the sword in his hand.
At this time, Zhu Han's rebounding body happened to fall towards the tip of Wang Zhitui's sword. If he couldn't turn around, he would definitely be pierced through.
But after all, Zhu Han is an outstanding disciple of the generation of Confucianists. When he was in danger, he twisted his waist and stepped on Wang Zhitui's sword first. Instead, he straightened his body , to the mid-air again.
But before he could make another move, his ankle suddenly tightened, and Wang Zhitui reached out and grabbed the ankle, and he stood up straight with his rising strength.
At this time, Wang Zhitui was holding Zhu Han's ankle with one hand, and holding the sword in the other. He was about to split Zhu Han in half with a powerful "Mencius Dayi" from bottom to top, but at this moment, Wang Zhitui He staggered under his feet, his body didn't stand firm, and his strength suddenly shifted from the hand with the sword to the other hand...
Wang Zhitui only felt that his strength was gone, and he actually tore off one of Zhu Han's shoes, and his body was naturally uncontrollable, and he fell directly on the ground.
Zhu Han hangs upside down in the air, flying more than five feet away, his feet without a shoe backed up on the ground, and he didn't stand still until seven or eight steps later.
At this time, a sense of fear came over, and cold sweat instantly wet the back.
At this time, the audience became a place of silence again, everyone felt that their brains were not enough, and they looked at the audience in a daze.
"Oh, I'm going!" Ye Qingxuan grabbed his scalp and jumped up, stepped on the chair with one foot, and shouted at Wang Zhitui: "Wang Zhitui, you kid is solid wood? Such a simple sword technique can go wrong?"