"Start the competition!"

After the words came to an end, Zhang Jiao slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at the person in front of her.

Zhang Qingyu was also looking at her, her eyes were extremely complicated.

I remember that last night, the desolate mountain and the temple were broken, and the two went to Wushan together, holding the rain and clouds, and spring was in the high Tang Dynasty.

I don’t know how many times I feel, but I don’t know how much fragrance and sweat flow. Finally, my heart is lost.

When Zhang Qingyu woke up, there was no one around him, as if a spring dream had no trace.

But the weakness and weakness in his body were telling him that everything was not a dream.

He thought it was normal for his body to be weak, after all, the first time was so crazy.

But after careful observation, I found that I was overdrawing too much, which was unusual.

Therefore, I found a spring without freezing in the mountains, washed and cleaned up, and meditated with the method of Wuxin Contemporary Yuan until I returned to my senses. I realized that the competition time was approaching, so I hurriedly rushed the mountain to rush the sea to rush the snow path, and ran across more than ten miles to the scene.

During the process of meditation, he thought a lot.

He wanted to ask Zhang Jiao what it means.

However, when he stood in front of Zhang Jiao, he couldn't say anything.

It was difficult for him to even associate the fragrant and soft white rabbit last night with the soft and soft, boneless, passionate, and gentle and wild little white rabbit with the girl in red who was as cold as snow on the mountain at this moment. He couldn't help but feel a little confused.

Zhang Jiao looked at him with no emotion, only coldness.

She drew her sword out of the sheath and said coldly: "Senior brother, you are already late. How long will you stay now? I won't wait for you anymore, look at the sword!"

As he said that, he used the Qingcheng Sect's "Songfeng Sword Technique" to stab Zhang Qingyu directly on his waist and abdomen.

The waist and abdomen are the center point of the human body. The first move is to take the waist and abdomen, which shows that it is extremely ambitious. In this way, it is difficult for the opponent to hide from the upper and lower, left and right. If you can avoid the first move, you can't avoid the second, third and fourth moves.

Zhang Qingyu jumped gently, like a crane's shadow, with his toes on the tip of the sword and flew behind Zhang Jiao.

His style was extremely beautiful and elegant, and he easily avoided Zhang Jiao's thorns throwing bricks and tempting jade, making the other party's backhand unable to be used at all.

But what is strange is that if he hits Zhang Jiao in the air when he flies over Zhang Jiao, he just needs to slap his back of his head or cervical spine and kick it. Zhang Jiao will be seriously injured even if he doesn't die.

Even if you are not injured, you will be forced into a mess.

But Zhang Qingyu didn't, he just landed behind her and looked at her.

Zhang Jiao turned her long sword and attacked Zhang Qingyu again.

This time, she completely unfolded the "Songfeng Sword Technique", as if a storm was sweeping towards Zhang Qingyu!

Originally, the Qingcheng School’s “Songfeng Sword Technique” was strong, light and agile, and it also emphasized “like the strength of pine and the lightness of wind.”

Now, Zhang Jiao turns the "pine wind" into a "strong wind".

Just look at the long sword in her hand, and it was so fast and fast. Every time she used a sword, there would be a whizzing sound of a wind.

The sword is extremely fast and has a bigger force.

Her figure kept shaking, but the lower plate was as firm as pine trees.

It is precisely "holding on the green mountains, not moving like pine trees; being swift as wind as west, east, south, north and north."

Zhang Qingyu nodded slightly. She was able to practice sword skills to this level, and she had surpassed many Qingcheng Sect disciples, and even various martial arts masters.

But... the heat is not enough.

He dodged away from the most ruthless swords and cast the "Golden Light Curse". The golden light covered his right index finger and middle finger, found the weakest sword in Zhang Jiao's attack, and bounced it with a bent finger.

With a "dang" sound, Zhang Jiao's long sword shook violently, and the sword blade turned back. If she had not responded with a sharp response, she would have twisted her waist and turned her arms in time and almost cut off her ears.

Zhang Jiao stared at Zhang Qingyu and said angrily: "You...you are so cruel!"

Zhang Qingyu was stunned, looked at his hands, then looked at the other party, and said quietly: "I...I..."

"What are you?" Zhang Jiao was already in a state of force.

This time, her sword was still like a strong wind, but not as straight as before, but had many changes.

It's like a pine forest on a cliff. Suddenly, when the wind blows in the mountains, the dense pine needles are rustling, swaying left and right, rubbing and collide with each other, advancing and retreating, cutting and sweeping, chopping and hanging, thorns and twitching, like a sharp sword that suddenly produces endless changes.

Zhang Jiao became more and more anxious as she danced. The sword in her hand could not see clearly, and there was only a blurry silver light.

Zhang Qingyu said the word "good".

Yu Yue from the audience and Lin Ruoying from the high platform shook their heads at the same time.

Su Murong asked Yu Yue: "Master, why should you shake your head? Is it because Zhang Jiao's swordsmanship is too fancy and too messy?"

Yu Yue said: "You understand."

Bu Yaolian sneered at him, boy named Yu, can you pretend to be more? Such a swordsman has already obtained the true teachings of the Qingcheng Sect master. If you were on stage, you would have been stabbed into a hornet's nest!

I saw Zhang Qingyu's eyes flashing like torches, and his fingers bounced, and the golden light flashed.

Dangdangdangdangdangdangdangdangdang…

The sound of metal and iron fighting is dense like rain hitting the eaves of the house.

Suddenly, Zhang Jiao held the sword in both hands, kicked the ground under her feet, twisted her waist, and her posture was extremely beautiful, but her whole person rushed out like thunder, and the long sword instantly turned into lightning, piercing Zhang Qingyu's throat.

This is no longer the sword technique of the Qingcheng School, but the "Liu family gun technique" of the Liu family in Rongcheng.

This change of move is ruthless.

Flying straight to stab is a desperate move!

Zhang Qingyu's chest was full of sorrow. Could it be that the gentleness and wildness of last night was just a dewy affection for her and was not worthy of nostalgia? Could it be that she could really distinguish each other and treat it as a game and a dream, or that she would dedicate her precious and beautiful body to herself and let herself go all night long, besides trying to relieve the strong spring poison, she would only have repaid and thanks?

Many of these thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. Zhang Jiao's long sword was like a gun, and it had pierced into his eyes and pierced through his throat the next moment.

Zhang Qingyu's mind was in a mess. The middle point of his right hand that blessed the "Golden Light Curse" popped up. With a "clang", it hit her sword spine from bottom to bottom. The sword spine was like a seven-inch snake, which was the weakest part of the sword body. Zhang Qingyu had no intention of blasting, and his power was very strong without control. He completely shattered the sword body, and the fragments shot into the sky like a silver star.

Zhang Qingyu popped out with a finger and called out "Oops".

I could not grasp the only hilt left in Zhang Jiao's hand, and was shocked by the huge force and flew up. A pair of white palms were shaken out of cracks, and blood flowed. She herself was still rushing towards Zhang Qingyu due to inertia.

Zhang Qingyu was full of guilt, turned soft and hugged her, and cared for her in her ear: "You are bleeding..."

Zhang Jiao broke away from him and punched him twice: "You have to care!"

These two punches were quite hard, but it was nothing for Zhang Qingyu, who had the "Golden Light Curse" to protect him. Instead, he was worried that the girl's hands would hurt.

Zhang Jiao took a few steps back, borrowed Xiaobaiya to tear open her sleeves, wrapped the material tightly on her palms, and then borrowed weapons from the audience.

Liu Xingchui threw the "tiger teeth bright silver spear" that his father passed on to him.

Zhang Jiao took the gun, turned around and danced, and made a beautiful starting position, aiming the tip of the gun at Zhang Qingyu's heart.

Zhang Qingyu looked bitter and seemed to be reluctant to laugh, but how could he laugh?
Chapter completed!