He looked at Ding Ning, and casually but with great interest read out the two names on the scroll.
"Gu Xichun, pick beans from Nangong."
As his voice sounded, Gu Xichun suddenly raised his head, and many low-pitched cries sounded from his side.
The emotions in these whispers are very complicated. Some whispers have sympathy, some are obviously gloating, and some whispers contain a feeling of relief.
Many selected students had heard that Gu Xichun had a feud with Ding Ning and others, but Nangong Caishu was one of the people who stood firmly by Ding Ning's side from the very beginning.
This is definitely a battle with clear camps, but it is definitely a battle with clear strengths and weaknesses.
Nangong Caishu was not even in the top 50 in the talent list, but Gu Xichun was ranked third in the talent list. In the sea of thorns ahead, Gu Xichun had never been injured at all, while Nangong Caishu's injury was extremely serious.
But for a few people, the most important meaning of this battle is that Gu Xichun will fight in front of everyone.
Shadow Mountain Sword Grotto is not a particularly outstanding practice place in Changling. Although Gu Xichun is a leader among the generation of practitioners in Shadow Mountain Sword Grotto, he was only slightly famous before. He has become one of the strongest young talents in Changling, and there are countless doubts in it.
For all the selected students who want to gain something in the Minshan Sword Festival, this question is tantamount to danger.
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Ding Ning frowned slightly amidst the soft cries that contained various emotions.
The Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who had never had any expression on his face before reading the reading looked at Ding Ning who was frowning slightly, but there was a smile that was hard to detect in the night, thinking that you, who are always calm, are still When I feel embarrassed, I will still frown like a normal person.
Nangong Caishu took a deep breath, glanced at Ding Ning, Zhang Yi and the others, and moved without any fear on her face.
"You admit defeat."
However, at this moment, Ding Ning's voice sounded and entered her ears.
Nangong Caishu was stunned, "Why?"
"You will not be his opponent."
Ding Ning stared at her stubborn eyebrows, shook his head, and said seriously: "It doesn't make any sense."
If someone said such words to her, she would definitely feel angry, but she was sure that Ding Ning's judgment would not be wrong.
"Is there really no possibility at all?"
She also frowned deeply, looking at Ding Ning and asked with some unwillingness.
"There's not a single possibility." Ding Ning looked at her and said, "It shouldn't even be possible for him to suffer a slight injury."
Nangong Caishu was silent for a while, and then said: "Can you guess what kind of sword scriptures he cultivated...or what caused him to suddenly become powerful?"
Ding Ning shook his head, "I don't know."
Nangong Caishu raised his head, looked at his eyes shining in the darkness, and said, "I want to take a sword from him."
Ding Ning's already relaxed brows suddenly frowned again.
"I understand that you are worried that I will get more serious injuries." Nangong Caishu looked at him and said softly seriously: "But I promise you, I will only use one sword... I will only let you see his sword, and then I will Admit defeat."
Ding Ning didn't loosen his brows, but he didn't refuse either. He thought for a short time, and then nodded.
"If that's the case, you don't need to use one sword, you need to use two swords."
Nangong Caishu was slightly taken aback, she didn't understand the meaning of Ding Ning's words.
But Ding Ning has already continued: "It's cold against the water, and then a thousand sails will be exhausted."
Nangong Caishu understood for a while, but didn't understand.
Nishuihan and Qianfan are all the sword styles in the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace that she and Zhang Yi and others practiced on the sword embryo before.
The sword styles in the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra are of course extremely exquisite, but the sword intents of these two sword styles, and even the movement of the true essence are very different, and it seems that they cannot be used together at all.
Ding Ning didn't explain, just looked at her calmly.
"good."
Nangong Caishu didn't say anything more, nodded and started to move.
"Junior Brother...is it really all right?" Zhang Yi hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but said with great worry.
"It's a matter of mutual trust." Ding Ning turned his head and glanced at him, and said, "Since we trust each other, there won't be any problems."
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Gu Xichun, who had already parked in an empty space, looked at Nangong Caishu who was walking slowly, but his eyes narrowed unconsciously.
He saw that Nangong Caishu and Ding Ning had a conversation, but he couldn't hear the content of their conversation.
Did Ding Ning think that Nangong Caishu might defeat him
It made him feel a little humiliated.
His right hand landed on the hilt of the sword, and before the sword was horizontally across his chest, an extremely cold breath seeped out from the scabbard of his sword.
Several selected students who were closer to Gu Xichun suddenly paused for breath, their eyes fell involuntarily to their front and feet.
For some reason, they all felt a strange and dangerous aura that seemed to come out from under their feet.
Nangong Caishu faced Gu Xichun directly, and of course she also felt this strange aura, which even made the wound on her body feel as if it had been soaked in ice water, but she was just constantly thinking about it in her mind. Thinking back to the two sword moves that Ding Ning said, there was only a deep thought on his face.
Gu Xichun's complexion became more gloomy for a few minutes, he looked at Nangong Caishu who walked into the venue, and said, "Please."
Nangong Caishu was still thinking about how the two sword moves couldn't be connected together, a little absorbed, and subconsciously replied: "Please."
Gu Xichun's complexion became even more gloomy, especially the crimson color in his slightly sunken eye sockets suddenly deepened, as if blood was about to ooze from his skin.
He began to draw his sword.
His sword hilt is dark red, and as he moves, a brighter red shines from the mouth of the scabbard, but the blade is a brighter blood red, as if a stream of blood is flowing from his scabbard gush.
It wasn't until this time that Nangong Caishu suddenly woke up.
For normal battles, her reaction is already too slow, and it is easy to miss the opportunity to make a move, and it is even too late to judge the opponent's sword.
However, she chose to trust Ding Ning, and now she didn't need to think about it at all, and she didn't need to see what kind of sword Gu Xichun used.
It's just that the moment Huo Ran woke up, she let out an agitated whistle, and without even thinking about it, she drew out her sword.
The sword is fast and natural.
A stream of crystal clear water formed around her in an instant.
At the same time, the sword light in her hand cut out in the opposite square shape of the flowing crystal water.
This is the "Naishuihan" in the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace.
If it were a big sword, the light of Nangong Caishu's sword must be like a big ship sailing against the current, carrying an unyielding and unyielding aura. It is about a foot long, especially the blade is strangely curved. When the sword light comes out, it swims upstream in the crystal clear water, but it is like a snake swimming in the water.
What is even more surprising is that her sword has a silver hilt and a pale white body. Although it looks small, it is surprisingly sharp. Most of the practitioners who watched the battle were shocked to see that this sword The sword traveled through the crystal clear water, and the crystal clear water seemed to not exist. The cut crystal clear water even gave people the feeling that there was always a thin layer of distance from the sword body.
Most of the masters in the training grounds are powerful practitioners far surpassing all the students present. Although most of them have never seen the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace, but after Nangong Caishu used this sword At this time, they can easily judge that the power of this sword originally lies in the stimulation of the sword's edge and the crystal water flow, but when it goes upstream, it brings up many sharp water lines, like many thin water swords at the same time. To stab the opponent.
However, because Nangong Caishu's sword is special, at this moment, it did not arouse any waterline, but refracted a lot of crystal light.
In an instant, the sword light in Nangong Caishu's hand seemed to turn into countless swords.
Countless crystal sword lights fell towards Gu Xichun, it was difficult to distinguish which sword was real.
The complexions of many Xuansheng turned pale.
They suddenly realized that they might not be able to catch Nangong Caishu's sword if they were themselves.
Gu Xichun also had a look of shock in the depths of his eyes, but his expression didn't change at all.
The bloody long sword he pulled out swung out, but instead of facing forward, it landed obliquely on the ground in front of him.
chi chi chi chi...
A dense whistling sound filled everyone's ears.
In the shocked eyes of most people, countless tiny dust pillars rose from the ground with the strange tremor of the ground, and flew upwards.
Tiny dust pillars collided with each other, like a sandstorm formed from the ground, Gu Xichun's figure disappeared directly into the dust.
However, at the same time, amidst the tumbling dust waves, there was a biting sword intent.
A lot of dust twisted and changed, faintly forming spikes, like many swords about to come out from the dust waves.