Swish" two sounds, and the two swords were unsheathed.

Liu Yanling's sword edge was slightly slanted and he made a starting move.

Cheng Feng's long sword on the opposite side was in his hand and his mood was slightly stable.

He held his chest and pulled his back, lowered his shoulders and elbows, and his posture was very humble, saying, "Please ask Senior Brother Liu to get the call."

Seeing that although he came from the remote southwest mountainous area of ​​the Tang Dynasty, he had excellent etiquette and demeanor, Liu Yanling admired it very much, so he nodded and said, "Be careful!"

His face turned solemn, the sword edge slightly condensed, and a sword light suddenly lit up. The sword intention was simple and unpretentious, and it went straight to the top of his opponent's head.

Cheng Feng held the sword and raised it horizontally, sealed the sword force above his head. Then he used the opponent's downward chopping power to drag the sword and swung the opponent's sword moves, turned around, and swept it with the sword.

A white sword light lit up, and this sword was extremely powerful, called "Sweeping Thousands of Army"!

When Zhao Hanyu and Qiu Hong saw this move, their eyes lit up at the same time, and they both praised in their hearts: Good swordsmanship!

Yuhuang's Four Swords also nodded secretly, thinking that this sword is indeed good.

Liu Yanling was calm and stood up with his sword, and met the other party's sword move in the middle, and the two sides fought hard.

Cheng Feng felt that the sword was swept against an indestructible iron pillar. The sword move was interrupted halfway, but he was not discouraged. He used the opponent's countershock power to block his sword and rotated again. As the sword light swallowed and spit, the attack became even more intense, and the sword was directly at the edge of the opponent's eyebrows!

Seeing that the other party responded quickly and responded in a very good way, Liu Yanling shouted: "Good swordsmanship!"

He kept praising his voice, and drew an arc with his sword, and the two swords fought again.

With a loud "clang" sound, Cheng Feng's attack was blocked again. This time he felt that the opponent's recoil force became stronger and stronger. He simply followed this force and rotated and flipped it. He used the opponent's power to adjust his posture for the third time and was ready to draw the sword.

Before the man landed, the sword light had risen.

As my body rolled, my sword moves had arrived.

This sword has a tricky angle and pointed directly at the throat. It comes in a strange way and makes people unable to defend themselves.

As soon as the sword came out, a burst of exclamations and cheers came from the hall. Even the major figures on the host stage nodded frequently. Only the monks of the Buddha Sect still had cold expressions and even looked a little contemptuous.

Zhao Hanyu and Qiu Hong looked at Liu Ming in Qingxu Villa. Seeing that he looked calm, they showed that they had deep confidence in their classmates.

Seeing that the opponent's sword was extremely clever, Liu Yanling praised it again. He took a step back and held the sword in both hands to face the opponent's sword tip. With a "ding" sound, Cheng Feng's sharp sword move had been blocked by Liu Yanling.

Cheng Feng did not hesitate, and the Zhenyuan circulated his palm and strengthened it. The long sword bent slightly, and then stretched straight again. With a buzzing sound, he had already used a little flip and landed gently three feet away from Liu Yanling, still not changing his face.

Both sides stood quietly with swords, Cheng Feng's face showed a respectful look, and there was something in Liu Yanling's eyes.

In an instant, a large number of cheers sounded from the palace, and the Lord Qiufeng Palace and Li Qingye both showed relief smiles. Everyone in the Buddhist sect was still indifferent, but their contemptuous eyes were slightly restrained.

Cheng Feng was blocked in three consecutive moves, and he knew in his heart that Liu Yanling's realm was one level higher than his own, and his true energy was much thicker. If he was allowed to use it, his sword move would be completely suppressed without any chance of victory. He even envied the students of various academies in Kyoto, whether they practiced martial arts or swordsmanship, they were not comparable to those of his disciples from remote small sects.

He returned the sword to the sheath, bowed slightly, and said, "Senior Brother Liu has excellent cultivation and is not an opponent. So he admits defeat. Please forgive me."

For him, the Three Swords had already seen the style of outstanding students of the top Chinese colleges in Zhongtu. His wish was already done. It would not be too late to do his best when the World Conference arrives.

Liu Yanling couldn't help but be stunned, thinking that you have not shown a defeat. If you want to defeat you, you may have to spend some money. However, since the other party has already admitted defeat, he will not forcefully ask for another fight.

He nodded to Cheng Feng again and said, "Junior Brother Cheng's swordsmanship is exquisite, and his demeanor is even more extraordinary. If you have any time in the future, you are welcome to come to Qingxu Villa for a discussion."

"Okay, I will definitely come!" Cheng Feng replied happily. After being recognized and respected by the disciples of Qingxu Villa, he was happier than the opponent who won this battle.

The two of them turned around and returned to their own academy position.

The first competition ended like this.

Although there were only a few swords, both sides achieved their goals and made the battle start smoothly, with no one being injured and bleeding. This kind of start was great. Although it was contrary to the Tang people's usual spirit of bravery and fierce fighting, it was in line with the original intention of martial arts exchanges between the academy.

A moment later, Tianyu Academy also lined up a disciple to come on stage. The challenge was a rough boy wearing animal leather shawl and a nomadic people from the northwest.

The nomadic boy did not like to use swords. He usually hunted with bare hands to fight bears and wolves. That day, the student was tall and his fists were like a bowl of sea. He then played against the nomadic boy with bare hands.

Both sides are brave, with fists like strong wind and legs, and their bodies are strong and many people are beyond ordinary people. So they ignore defenses and just attack fiercely with each other.

Many students in the hall saw that the two of them didn't care about each other's punches and kicks were recorded in the flesh. Instead of the usual random punches and kicks by the monks, they were completely the fighting behavior of gangsters on the streets in the city. Everyone was surprised and burst into laughter from time to time, and even more troublesome people cheered for the two.

"This punch is well hit! The next punch is aimed at his nose!"

"Oh! The slap in the backhand was so loud!"

"Is this a breast grabbing hand?!"

"Damn it! Pull the vaginal legs?!"

"Give him a move to steal peaches!"

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After a moment, amid the roars of the crowd, the two of them each suffered many punches and kicks. Although they were both brave boys with thick skin, the fists and kicks that were infused with true energy by cultivators were very different from those of ordinary people. After these many tricks, both of them had bruised noses, ragged robes, and the nomadic boy's animal skin shawl was torn apart, and his whole body was torn to pieces, looking like a beggar under the walls on the south side of the capital.

The Master of Qiufeng Palace Frown frowned slightly and tightened his face, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, which showed how hard he worked.

Li Qingye laughed and shook his head. Prince Cheng laughed so hard that even tears flowed out.

The Lord Lingyun Pavilion still had a cold face, his eyes slightly closed, as if the matter between the scene had nothing to do with him.

While everyone in the Buddhist sect laughed, the contempt on their faces became even more serious.

The two of them had obviously slowed down, both of them were full of heavy breaths and sweating like rain.

The nomadic young man raised his last strength, roared wildly, jumped high, and smashed the Tianyu student three times in the face with the hawk fighting the rabbit. This was his unique move. He could kill an adult black bear in one fell swoop when hunting. The Tianyu student was already at the end of his strength. How could he withstand these three punches that could open the stones?

With a "bang", the tall body of the student Tianyu fell down straight. Everyone exclaimed, and there was another burst of laughter.

Among the students of Tianyu Academy, two of them quickly came out, with a look of shame. They entered the field and raised their unconscious classmates and left the Daming Palace directly, probably sending him back to the academy.

The arrogant student of Tianyu Academy, Leng Aoyun, had a dark face at this time, and he kept calling his classmates as stupid as a pig.

The nomadic boy tried his best to defeat his opponent who was actually higher in his cultivation. He was very excited. He raised his fists, with blood-blind black and blue on his face, laughed wildly several times, and left the stage with everyone's cheers.
Chapter completed!