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Hearing Mao Qiuyu's words, people remembered the ages of the four people in the room.
The oldest Gou Hanshi was only twenty years old.
Guan Feibai eighteen.
Chen Changsheng and Luoluo were even younger.
They are still young people, some of them are in the Netherworld, some of them are in the upper realm, and some like Chen Changsheng have not even succeeded in washing their marrow. Among the crowd watching the battle on the stone steps in front of the temple, any senior strong , they can easily defeat them, let alone compare with Zhou Dufu and His Majesty Emperor Taizong back then.
But they are really young, so young that no one can confirm their future. Tonight they have shown a level that shocked the world. Who can say where they will go in the future
People quietly watched the sword wind and sword rain in the arena, and listened to the names of those moves. They were silent and had mixed emotions. In their opinion, the outcome of the contest between the Orthodox Academy and the Lishan Sword Sect tonight was actually not the same. No matter how important, or put it another way - there will be no losers tonight.
But Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi didn't think so, and neither did Luoluo and Guan Feibai. Tang Thirty-six, who was more nervous than anyone else on the sidelines, and Elder Xiaosonggong, whose face became more and more resentful, were the parties involved in the National Education Academy. He and Li Shan Jianzong only wanted to defeat each other.
I don't know how long it has been.
really do not know.
The hundreds of people watching the battle and both sides in the field have forgotten the passage of time.
The speaking speed of Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi did not slow down, but their voices had gradually become hoarse.
The speed of Luoluo and Guan Feibai's moves has not slowed down, they are still accurate and stable, but their breathing has gradually become short of breath.
Finally, at a certain moment, Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi silenced at the same time.
All body skills, all footwork, all sword moves have been exhausted, the water falls and the white stone comes out.
At some point, the distance of more than ten feet between Luoluo and Guan Feibai disappeared without anyone noticing.
The two faced each other, and the rain whip and the ordinary long sword met in the night sky without a sound.
This competition lasted for a long time, Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi each took a step forward.
Luoluo and Guan Feibai used hundreds of sword moves, countless movements and footwork, and crossed the distance of more than ten feet.
At the last moment, the two sides met, and the whips and swords touched.
This is not a tacit understanding, but a natural one, so it is beautiful.
At this point in the trial of the sword, they finally met, not because the oil was exhausted, but because the sun was setting, and it seemed that it was the end.
The Rainfall Whip and the long sword had already met, and since they couldn't use their true energy, they couldn't continue.
Such a fierce, even dazzling contest ended in a tie. This is really beautiful, and it fits the aesthetics of a monk.
There was silence in front of the hall.
After a long time, it was still quiet.
Then suddenly there was applause.
The person who applauded was Dean Mao Qiuyu.
Then came King Chen Liu, His Excellency the Bishop, and then everyone, including Patriarch Qiushan and Xu Shiji, no matter how ugly their faces were, they started applauding.
The applause gradually broke out like a storm, mixed with emotion and admiration.
People praised Luoluo and Guan Feibai's demeanor in this sword test, and even more admired Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi's profound knowledge and ability in front of the world, especially Chen Changsheng—many people looked at this young man and thought in shock, This person really deserves His Highness Luoluo's respect. If he can cultivate, wouldn't he become the second Gou Hanshi
The Bishop whispered a few words to Priest Xin who was behind him. Missionary Xin led his subordinates to the side of Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi respectively, and presented Li Gong's spiritual elixirs—many people would have thought that Luoluo and Guan Feibai had spent a lot of energy in this trial of swords. Only the bishop understands that Chen Changsheng's and Gou Hanshi's physical and mental depletion is truly terrifying, especially since Chen Changsheng doesn't know how to cultivate, and he can't use his true essence to cultivate his spirit. sequelae.
Unexpectedly, Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi didn't take the elixir, and didn't even look at the elixir.
They still looked at the arena, looked at Luoluo and Guan Feibai.
Only then did the people watching the battle in front of the palace notice the strangeness in the field.
Luoluo and Guan Feibai did not withdraw their whips or swords, they had no intention of leaving the arena at all.
The crowd was quiet again, looking at this scene in amazement, not knowing what would happen next.
Unwilling to accept a draw
Is this contest not over yet
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Luoluo and Guan Feibai ignored the countless sights falling on them, because they both had their eyes closed.
The falling rain whip and the long sword met in the night sky, and they never separated.
With their eyes closed, they perceive each other's will and thoughts by the slight tremors coming back from their palms.
Luoluo's clothes were already drenched with sweat, and white smoke was rising in the slightly cold air of the autumn night, making her look like a fairy.
Guan Feibai closed his eyes, his eyebrows were like swords, and beads of sweat dripped slowly between his eyebrows, like the last unparalleled warrior on the battlefield.
Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi looked at the field quietly, their faces were a little pale, but they didn't say anything—they did everything they could, so that Luoluo and Guan Feibai didn't fail in the previous sword test, and now they decided to fight against each other. The winners and losers are no longer them, but they who have fought for a long time.
Without any warning, Luoluo and Guan Feibai opened their eyes at the same time.
The long sword swept upwards, and went away at will!
In the night, several white flocks suddenly appeared, which were the turbulent flow of the sword cutting through the air!
Gou Hanshi's eyes lit up.
He recognized that this sword technique did not belong to the Lishan Sword Sect, nor did it belong to any sect, it only belonged to Guan Feibai.
This is a sword technique created by Guan Feibai, named after himself - Feibai!
Feibai is a kind of brushwork in calligraphy. Its momentum is like flying, with dry threads connected, and there is a blank space in it!
This kind of brushwork must be a dry brushstroke, a dry brush, and a dry meaning!
This sword technique is definitely not Guan Feibai's most powerful move, but it must be the one he has experienced the most!
From inside to outside the hall, Guan Feibai, who has always been proud and unparalleled, has suffered too much humiliation tonight and endured it for too long. Even in this long sword trial battle with Luoluo, he has always suppressed his anger, and he can even calm down. Saying that he ruthlessly practiced the sword according to his brother's instructions, until this moment...
He suppressed it for too long tonight.
Yes, he hasn't reached the last moment when the oil is exhausted, because he has never used his true energy, but the anger and pride in his heart have been boiled by time until they are about to dry up.
At the last moment, he finally released the aura that had been suppressed all night. This aura is very powerful, so he can fly, and he also has the desire to die!
He doesn't need to use his true energy, but with such a powerful sword intent, he can defeat any opponent!
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The moment Guan Feibai moved his sword, Luoluo also moved.
What kind of sword move should she use to deal with the opponent's Fei Bai
The Rainfall Whip was suddenly tense and extremely straight, like a carefully selected branch.
She stared into Guan Feibai's eyes, without looking at or paying attention to his sword, holding the handle of the whip, without hesitation, without hesitation, she stabbed forward!
Yes, there are no tricks, no changes, and no sword intent or momentum.
Holding the whip as a sword, she simply stabbed through it.
The falling rain whip is like a branch, it doesn't need to be raised, it goes straight forward, and then falls.
It was like when Chen Changsheng stabbed her body with that branch in the library of the Orthodox Academy.
Of course, she didn't use her true energy for this stab, but the night sky resounded with the sound of the air being cut.
You can imagine how fast she is.
One can imagine how many times she practiced this stab.
People didn't understand before that most of the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect were born in bitter cold, so they practiced sword constantly, were extremely diligent and resolute, why His Royal Highness Luo Luo, the only daughter of the White Emperor, could endure so much hardship
When she was in Baidi City, no one dared to discipline her, so naturally she didn't teach her.
Although Chen Changsheng dared to discipline her, but she was so well-behaved and sensible, why should she be disciplined
There is indeed a teaching stick in the Orthodox Academy, but he has never had any other purpose other than guiding her to run her true energy.
Luoluo practiced by herself.
Because of a reason that she didn't want others to know, since she was sensible, she yearned for strength.
So she practiced very diligently and practiced sword very hard.
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Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi stared at the field, silent.
Luoluo and Guan Feibai's last strike seemed to have nothing to do with them, but in fact it still had something to do with them.
Their usual guidance to Luoluo and Guan Feibai at the Orthodox Academy and Lishan Sword Sect will be reflected in this last sword.
The fact that Luoluo and Guan Feibai had the opportunity to unleash this last sword was also the result of their hard work.
Since a draw cannot be accepted, there must be a winner.
Who wins? Is the sword stronger or the whip faster
People looked at the field with nervous expressions.
Guan Feibai's sword pierced the night sky like a dry brush, and it was like a whip held by a god.
The falling whip pierced the night sky like a branch, and it was like a sword held in the hand of a god.
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Sword up.
Whip up.
The sword falls.
The whip has not fallen.
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There was pain in Guan Feibai's eyes, and then they were filled with incredible emotions.
He lowered his head to look at his chest, where the clothes had been torn, the rain whip was nailed there like a sword, and blood slowly seeped out.
He raised his head to look at Luoluo, shocked and angry, wanted to ask something, but couldn't speak.
Blood spilled from the corner of his lips.
Luoyu whip didn't move forward, Luoluo had already stopped.
His injuries were very light, and the blood spilling from the corner of his lips was not because of Luoluo's whip, but because of anger, unwillingness and other emotional outbursts, which hurt his heart.
"Concession."
Luoluo took back the rain whip, bowed her hands, and turned to walk towards Chen Changsheng with a calm expression.
Chen Changsheng looked at Gou Hanshi opposite him in the night, bowed slightly, and saluted.
Gou Hanshi was silent for a moment, and bowed his hands in return.
Chen Changsheng looked at Luoluo, a smile appeared on his slightly pale face.
Seeing him smile, Luoluo also laughed happily.
This sword trial is finally over.
The victory and defeat have been divided.
Luoluo defeated Siluguan Feibai.
The Orthodox Academy defeated the Lishan Sword Sect.
Where would people have thought of such a result beforehand.
The audience was silent.
Suddenly a voice sounded.
"If you can use real energy, your last whip won't get in at all."
Looking at Luo Luo's back, Guan Feibai said with a pale face, very dissatisfied.
Luoluo stopped.