Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　The top of the Shu Mountain.

　　 torrential rain catharsis.

　　 The swordsmanship competition on each arena is still going on in full swing.

　　Sword Shuzong's deputy sect master fell to Xiaojian with white hair, and countless rain fell down, but he couldn't invade his body at all. He stepped on a drop of raindrops on his foot and stood in the rain.

　　 At the side of Chao Xiaojian, the seven elders of the sword and Shuzong's veins are also floating quietly.

　　 They looked down at the top of Shushan Mountain.

　　The sword style displayed by young swordsman students is reflected in the eyes.

　　 "Sword Shu Demon Que is turbulent, Sect Master Xuanyuan is ordered by the Tang Emperor to sit in Demon Que, and the scientific expedition is imminent, Tang Huang sees no imperfections."

　　 said softly towards Xiaojian.

　　His voice is very gentle, carrying a sword that is as dark as ink, but his head is covered with white hair like frost and snow, and it seems a bit vicissitudes of life in the rain.

　　 Behind him, the Seven Vein Sword Masters nodded one after another.

　　 Every sword master has a high level of cultivation, and when the rain falls, it will be scattered on both sides.

　　 Sect Master is in charge of Demon Que, and Chao Xiaojian manages the affairs of Jian Shuzong.

　　 Everyone is listening to Chao Xiaojian's next arrangement.

　　 But, after listening to it, many sword masters of Jianshu couldn't help but found that the voice towards Xiaojian disappeared.

　　 They looked up, only to see Bai Fa Chao Xiaojian watching the contest on the Shushan arena intently.

　　 His pupils reflected the figure of a young man holding two swords.

　　A young man is like a wolf, and his swords are like teeth.

"Who is he?"

　　 toward Xiaojian's gentle voice resounded, overshadowing the torrential rain.

　　 The sword masters looked at each other, how did they know a little-known college student.

　　 They didn't expect that Chao Xiaojian, who was one of the members of the Jianshu Sect, would actually pay attention to an ordinary academy student.

　　 looked at Xiaojian for a while, then suddenly laughed.

　　 "This child has a good talent."

　　 "Recruit him."

　　……

when!

　　 Dangdang!

The 　　-like swordsmanship offensive made Lin Yun gasp for breath, and the rain slapped him indiscriminately.

　　 His eyes were a bit fierce, staring at Fang Lang who made him unable to fight back!

　　 Fang Lang's two-handed sword, don't give him a chance to fight back!

　　 He underestimated the enemy and fell into Fang Lang's offensive, which he had never expected.

　　 There is rage and fierceness in his heart!

　　 Fang Lang Gu Jing Wubo's face made Lin Yun have a restless anger to vent.

　　 Among his peers, Lin Yun has encountered someone who can suppress his swordsmanship for the first time. Who is he? He is a disciple of Donglu Jiansheng Nanyehuo!

　　Originally, Master asked him to participate in the Sword Competition, but he didn't care too much. After all, with his enthusiasm to break through the demon, to participate in the Sword Competition was simply going back to the Novice Village to abuse food.

　　 So he didn't get serious at all.

　　 However, encountering Fang Lang made Lin Yun extremely depressed.

　　 He didn't explode his cultivation base, he only tried swordsmanship, he was completely suppressed!

　　 Fang Lang's stormy offensive made him feel a little panic, he...may lose.

　　 "Lost?!"

　　 "How could I lose?!"

　　 Lost in the hands of a college student?

　　 He Lin Yun, it is impossible to lose!

　　 With a roar, Lin Yun, who has been suppressed, fought back brazenly.

　　 He reached out with one hand, full of fear of death, and grabbed the left-handed sword that Fang Lang quickly cut down.

　　 噗嗤!

　　 The blood soars!

　　 The rain washed away, causing the blood on the ring to twist.

　　 Lin Yun broke Fang Lang's double-sword offensive at the cost of injury!

　　 "You deserve to beat me too?"

　　 Lin Yun's eyes are faintly scarlet!

　　 shook the rust sword with one hand and shook it in a large arc. The rain was pumped and burst into a ball of water!

　　 Fang Lang is very flexible, but Lin Yun knows very well that as long as he hits the Chinese Fang Lang with a sword, this competition is over.

　　Fang Lang was seriously injured by his heavy sword, enough to draw Fang Lang!

　　 Fang Lang also understands this, but his mentality is still calm.

　　 Sword step broke out.

　　 The rain under his feet was shaken with vigor and scattered like lotus petals.

　　Fang Lang's figure jumped, and the sword held by Lin Yun, Fang Lang drew his sword backhand.

　　 Swordsmanship!

　　 Fang Lang seemed to rise into the air, facing the squally rain.

　　The sword-drawing technique exploded, the great power bloomed, and the sword held by Lin Yun was pulled out instantly!

　　 噗嗤! ! !

　　 Bloody water shot, Lin Yun let out angrily.

　　 He hurriedly let go, otherwise his palm would be cut open by Fang Lang.

　　 "Looking for death!"

　　 Lin Yun's eyes were full of fierceness, looking at Fang Lang rising into the sky, the Rust Sword slammed out, and smashed towards Fang Lang's waist!

　　 When flying into the sky, it is like a target, and its weakness is the most obvious.

　　 The sudden change in the situation caused all the students in the ring to exclaim.

　　 Many people's hearts are tense.

　　'S eyes are staring at the ring, even if they are obscured by the bead curtain rainstorm, they still can't stop the tension in their eyes!

　　 Jiang Linglong's hands holding the umbrella handle were slightly green.

　　 Wen Jiao is also staring and frowning.

　　 On the ring, the referee of Jian Shuzong held his breath, his whole body surged, ready to take action to save people.

　　 suddenly!

　　 The situation has changed!

　　 Fang Lang rising into the air, with a sudden twist at his waist, he held the sword in both hands, and the two swords were continuous, spinning like a big windmill and cutting down, throwing away countless rain water on the sword, the sword light was like a waterfall.

　　 collided with the rusty heavy sword cut by Lin Yun!

　　The power of sword-drawing, coupled with the inertial force between the body's swing, actually caused Lin Yun to fly with such a heavy blow!

　　 Fang Lang’s mouth cracked in both palms and the blood flow continued, but his eyes were serious.

　　 One step is stepping heavily, just like training a sword step against the current.

　　 The rain exploded, and it was like a **** red lotus blooming on the ground.

　　The rain water mixed with sword energy, hit Lin Yun's body, Lin Yun suddenly groaned, and his body began to retreat.

　　 And Fang Lang landed, stepped on the water two feet high, still holding the sword steadily in both hands, and invaded forward.

Puff puff!

　　 The two-handed swords were swung quickly, like a cat and a cow, and they were constantly piercing out of Lin Yun's chest.

　　 Pierce in, pull out!

　　 Pierce in, then pull out!

　　 Blood splashed everywhere, Lin Yun backed back again and again, his fierce eyes staring at Fang Lang in the splashing blood.

　　 As if to completely engrave this face in my mind.

　　 "Donglu Academy, surrender!!!"

　　Under the ring.

　　 The teacher of Donglu Academy narrowed his eyes and roared.

　　 If the Sword Saint disciple had an accident in his hands, then he wouldn't have to go back to Donglu.

　　 Sword Shuzong's referee floated out, blocking Fang Lang's double swords.

　　 And the skirt of Lin Yun's body is completely **** ~ www.ltnovel.com~ No part is intact, blood is constantly dripping down.

　　 However, Lin Yun did not make any screams, just gritted his teeth, the masseter muscles were prominent, and stared at Fang Lang and smiled.

　　 The teacher of Donglu Academy rushed to the ring, took out the medicine and stuffed it into Lin Yun's mouth.

　　 The heavy rain is washing away.

　　 There was a dead silence up and down the ring.

　　 Fang Lang... won.

　　 The little-known Luojiang Academy student won the Donglu Juggernaut’s direct disciple.

　　 At this moment, Fang Lang's name, even the old academies such as Chang'an Academy would not dare to look down upon him.

　　 Fang Lang stood on the ring, his waist straight, his hands trembling, blood dripping from the tiger’s mouth, flowing along the long sword into the bottom of the sword, blooming red in the rain.

"Next person."

　　 Fang Lang's voice was slightly hoarse, said.

　　 In Donglu Academy, the other two participating students looked at each other and gritted their teeth.

　　 I will kill you while you are sick!

After 　　, a student drew out a stainless steel sword and boarded the ring.

　　 The rain fell like a curtain of beads, blocking Fang Lang's sight.

　　 Fang Lang slowly raised his sword, his palm trembled slightly, and the tiger's mouth was still dripping blood.

　　 He is a little tired, but he can still fight.

　　 Suddenly, a plain white palm pressed Fang Lang's sword-raising hand.

　　 The oil paper umbrella covered Fang Lang's head.

　　 Fang Lang turned his head, and saw Jiang Linglong's star-like eyes, slightly bent, smiling like a crescent.

　　A girl smiles under an umbrella on a rainy day, like a freehand landscape.

　　 "My name is Jiang Linglong..."

　　 The soft voice of the girl covered the rainstorm near her ears, and she pressed the hand of the wave raising the sword.

　　 "Next..."

"give it to me."

　　PS: On Monday, ask for a fresh recommendation ticket~