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The Yang brothers are in the Leifeng courtyard, and they are called the combination of swords and swords, and the brothers are in harmony.

Yang Fan is good at using swords, while Yang Jie is good at using swords. Yang Jie\'s sword is called a fast sword.

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When the speed reaches a certain level, a piece of paper can penetrate mountains.

Yang Jie\'s fast sword is said to be unstoppable.

Kuaijian vs. Jianyi, this one is destined to be very exciting.

Yang Jie\'s strength is obvious to all, and Mo Yang has used his sword very little from the beginning to the present, but if the sword is used, he will win.

Two talented swordsmen, who can win the game?

"Hey...a genius who understands the peak sword intent, I really want to know whether your sword is powerful or my fast sword is better."

"I want to know too!"

Yang Jie smiled again: "Praise you, you really take it seriously. Since I Yang Jie started practicing swordsmanship, no one can beat me in kendo."

"That\'s because you didn\'t meet me!"

Shit...

The words fell, two chuckles sounded, the sword came out, and the people moved!

The sword in Yang Jie\'s hand was only **** wide, but when he stepped on the field, the long sword emitted a sword light, just drawing the sword, and the speed was already too fast to see clearly.

At the same time, Mo Yang put away all his emotions, holding the Qing Jiao Sword in his hand.

This battle is his most difficult battle at this stage, Yang Jie, should not be underestimated.

It\'s just that he is not a vegetarian.

Keng Keng two swords sounded, and two figures in the field collided in an instant.

"Yang Fan, according to your opinion, can Yang Jie defeat Mo Yang?" Xiao Buyu said, standing under the ring.

"difficult!"

Yang Fan spoke directly: "Yang Jie\'s fast sword is indeed unstoppable, but Mo Yang\'s peak sword intent is even more terrifying and difficult!"

"But..." Yang Fan turned to smile and said, "If Yang Jie wants to win, he will definitely use his most proud style, then Mo Yang will definitely lose."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Xiao Buyu smiled slightly.

Three months ago, he lost his face in front of Class 9 and now, it is time to find face.

In any case, the fourth class must win this battle.

His goal is Senior Class 3, Wang Xinyu.

If you don\'t tidy up that lady, Xiao Buyu\'s heart will never be at peace.

Ding Ding Ding...

At this moment, above the ring, two figures shuttle back and forth, with heavy sword shadows.

Yang Jie\'s sword is very fast, the sword is quick, and the sword is closed faster.

But what surprised everyone was that Mo Yang\'s sword was also extremely fast.

"Instructor Mu, look, Mo Yang..."

"Mo Yang\'s swordsmanship, I naturally don\'t doubt it. It\'s just that he lacks too much experience in the battle than Yang Jie. Even if he wins this battle..." Mu Yun didn\'t say anything next.

Even if this battle is won, Mo Yang will probably pay the price.

It\'s just that now, everything is undecided, and the potential of a person is unlimited, and where Mo Yang can grow depends entirely on him.

"Zhutian nine styles, cutting the sky!"

With a low drink, Mo Yang held the green sword in his hand, the dragon and the snake in his pen, the sword light poured out, an invisible artistic conception enveloped the entire arena.

Jianyi!

The strength of the sword intent is not only for improving the realm of the martial artist itself. At the moment when the sword intent is displayed, the entire world is the world of the swordsman. The area covered by the sword intent is the supreme and invincible swordsman.

As soon as the sword intent came out, Yang Jie, who was surrounded by Mo Yang\'s sword intent, suddenly became slow in his sword speed.

Naturally, Mo Yang would not let it go for this moment.

With a snort, catching Yang Jie\'s mistake, Mo Yang pierced out with a sword, and blood flowed down Yang Jie\'s arm.

Looking at the blood on his shoulders, Yang Jie smiled, and slowly put down the long sword in his hand.

"You hurt me? You dare to hurt me!"

Yang Jie Jiejie smiled strangely. The speed of the long sword in his hand changed, sometimes slow and sometimes fast, like a butterfly dancing, light and ethereal.

"I wanted to play with you, but now, it\'s unnecessary."

Yang Jie yelled and roared: "Long Yin Nine Heavens, Feng Xiao Wanli, Killing God Thousand Feather Sword!"

Along with this low drink, Yang Jie\'s whole body rose into the sky.

Swish\'s sword aura, as his arm swings faster and faster, faster and faster.

"That\'s it!"

When Yang Fan saw this scene, his eyes were round and his breathing was a bit short.

Swish...

On the ring, Yang Jie\'s figure flew up, with one sword and one sword, one sword faster than one sword, faster and faster, and the sword tip of the long sword shot out one sword after another.

Those sword qi, accumulated together, did not shoot towards Mo Yang.

At this moment, Mo Yang\'s expression was certain when he saw this scene.

The Green Jiao Sword floated slowly in his hand.

There is no gorgeous move, no bright sword light, the green water sword, after a circle around Mo Yang\'s body, it quietly floats in front of Mo Yang.

So far, Mo Yang stood still, motionless, just looking at Yang Jie in front of him.

Most people in the field looked at the two people in the field strangely, only a few people understood that the two were now in the final competition.

Who wins and loses, one move determines the outcome.

"Killing God Thousand Feather Sword!"

"Word of the Sword God!"

Two low voices sounded at the same time.

In the next moment, the sword aura that filled the sky in Yang Jie\'s body was like thousands of flying swords. The speed skyrocketed, and the circular sword rain rushed directly to Mo Yang.

At the same time, Mo Yang\'s sword beams all over his body were so fast that they all flew towards Mo Yang.

Ding Ding Ding...

A weird voice sounded all over Mo Yang, and those sword glows sprinted straight toward Mo Yang.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of Mo Yang, only a sword floating quietly, but Yang Jie\'s sword light could not break through that defense.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Yang Jie\'s face turned white, and he whispered inwardly, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and in that moment, the sword light all over the sky turned blood red.

Hum...

After taking a step back, facing the blood-red sword light, Mo Yang\'s expression changed and he took a step back.

"Although I can\'t kill you, but the sword intent accumulated now is enough to seriously hurt you!"

Mo Yang let out a low drink, and the long sword in his hand suddenly changed direction.

The long sword that was originally upright became horizontal, with the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yang Jie.

"The game, that\'s it!"

The corners of Mo Yang\'s mouth rose slightly, and the sword suddenly pierced out.

Wow...

In an instant, after receiving the sword rain from the sky, it fell directly like a heavy rain.

At this moment, the sword light was all over the sky, and it was heading towards Yang Jie. This time, the sharpness and density of the sword light were more than ten times stronger than before. It was only the target of the attack, but it became Yang Jie.

Puff puff……

The sword rain poured down, Yang Jie wanted to hide, but at this moment, there was nowhere to hide.

Sword rain all over the sky, all the targets are him!

"Damn it!"

Looking at the sky full of sword rain, Yang Jie cursed, but to no avail.

He could not resist at all.

Bang...

In the end, a bang sounded, and Yang Jie\'s body fell to the ground, fainting completely.

And on him, a series of thin sword marks, like an ant crossing a river, made people feel terrifying.

In the first game, Class Nine won.

Mo Yang once again demonstrated his powerful swordsmanship.

Peak sword intent, extremely powerful.

"Yang Jie!"

Yang Fan stepped directly onto the ring and hugged the fainted Yang Jie from the ring.

"Advanced Class 9, next, who dares to challenge!"

Seeing that his younger brother was wounded in this way, Yang Fan became angrily.

"I\'m coming!" Lin Zhi responded.

"I\'ll come!" On the other side, Xiao Qingyu took the initiative to ask.

"Yang Fan\'s swordsmanship is extremely overbearing. It is the same as your marksmanship, except that his realm is higher than yours after all. I will come to this battle. With my fire control technique, he wants to get close to me. It\'s not that simple."

Several people looked at each other, and finally nodded.

Now there is no one Mu Fengxing in the team, and they have to think about it every time they fight.

In the second game, Xiao Qingyu played.

Yang Fan\'s strength is recognized as the number one in the senior four classes. The swordsmanship is natural, open and close, and every sword has a domineering spirit.

Seeing Xiao Qingyu on stage, Yang Fan sneered in his heart.

Xiao Qingyu only relied on the blood of the sacred beast to attack with the beast fire of the jade fire unicorn. It was nothing to worry about.

In his eyes, only Mo Yang could be called an opponent.

"Three tricks to defeat you!"

Looking at Xiao Qingyu, Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"Think beautifully!" Xiao Qingyu became angry when Yang Fan said so.

In Class 9, he is indeed not the most prominent one, but it is impossible to defeat him easily.

The students in the first five classes are more arrogant than the other, which really makes people look unpleasant.

The eyes of these people have grown to the ceiling!

"Start!"

The referee gave an order, and Yang Fan, with a large sword more than one meter long in his hand, struck Xiao Qingyu directly without saying a word.

"Fire Spirit Dragon!"

Xiao Qingyu could back up, and two fire dragons sprang out between his hands.

One trick is fresh, eat all over the sky.

Xiao Qingyu relied on the communication with the sapphire fire unicorn, and he became more and more comfortable in the control of the beast fire.

Two fire dragons, one attacking, and one surrounding his body tightly.

One offense and one defense, Xiao Qingyu saw thoroughly.

This Yang Fan is extremely fierce and hard to fight with him. It will definitely be thankless, but even if he is a long-range attack, the combination of the fireball and the fire dragon will not give Yang Fan a chance to get close.

Being played with by Xiao Qingyu, Yang Fan\'s heart rolled with anger. Gradually, his broad sword became faster and faster.

The knife style is getting more and more fierce.

"The eighteenth style of the mountain!"

With a low drink, Yang Fan slashed against Xiao Qingyu\'s fire dragon with a big knife in his hand.

Every time he cuts, the big knife in his hand rises by one point in temperature.

Gradually, the long knife in Yang Fan\'s hand was flushed red like a soldering iron, with a strong blade, matched with the domineering style of the knife, and after the last split, a fire dragon beside Xiao Qingyu was directly split apart.

The fire dragon disappeared, Xiao Qingyu hurriedly backed away, sending out several fireballs one after another, blocking Yang Fan\'s attack.

Everyone understands the principle of fighting against warriors and avoiding weaknesses.

At this moment, Yang Fan didn\'t have any desire to evade at all, relying solely on his own strength, he was carrying the flames and high temperature abruptly.