Seeing all this, Shangguan Yunyan opened her lips and teeth slightly, and crystal clear liquid flowed from the corner of her mouth, flowing down her pointed lower jaw to the tip of her chin, and then dripped down.
She was so focused that she didn't notice her embarrassment for a while.
At the top of Xuanwu Peak, Bai Chenhai nodded and smiled, boasting:
"The students I selected are all very intelligent."
Before the words were spoken, Bai Chenhai's consciousness reflected the little guy's confused look.
It shakes its head and its body sways from side to side
Rotten wood cannot be carved!
White Dust Sea: (◔◡◔)
Shaking his head, he turned his attention to Lin Ming and Ge Qinghuang's swordplay.
Bai Chenhai rolled up his sleeves and chuckled elegantly, "This is the last move..."
At this time, Ge Qinghuang and Lin Ming each sheathed their swords.
Clang, clang!
With two simultaneous sounds, Qinglei Ancient Sword and Jingxian Sword were ready to go.
Lin Ming did not draw his sword, but moved.
The corners of Ge Qinghuang's mouth raised slightly and he also started to move.
The two figures are like lightning and wind. The former is dressed in white as snow, with long hair floating in the air, like a graceful immortal; the latter is dressed in green, with short silvery hair reflecting the sunlight and shining brightly.
One sway, and he passed by the wrong person, another sway, and he passed by the wrong person, and another sway, and he passed by the wrong person again.
Neither of them drew their swords, both were looking for the moment of victory.
Drawing the sword first will give you an advantage, but it will expose your flaws.
If you draw your sword later, you can attack the opponent's weakness, but you will lose the opportunity.
There are mixed pros and cons!
Therefore, it seemed that the two of them were holding the hilts of their swords, circling quickly, and occasionally taking wrong steps to get closer.
"This is going to kill me. You should draw your sword quickly." Shangguan Yunyan couldn't hold back his temper.
The little guy slapped his paw down and said, "Stop making noise. If you keep talking nonsense, I will shave your head bald."
Shangguan Yunyan: "..."
Immediately afterwards, Ge Qinghuang stopped suddenly and stood on the spot with a half-bow and half-horse pace.
There were lines of spiritual energy surrounding her, as if there were countless small fish swimming around her.
"I'm fully charged, junior fellow student, be careful." Her eyes slowly closed and then opened suddenly.
Pale blue eyes!
Mottled spots of light shine in it, and the white eyelashes tremble slightly.
She clenched the Qinglei ancient sword slightly, and her whole body was filled with spiritual energy and electric light.
Bah! Bah! Bah!
The color is very beautiful, just like the blue of the sky, containing indescribable charm and a hint of danger.
The grass, earth and rocks on the ground were struck by the blue electric light transformed by spiritual energy, and were either annihilated into powder, or shot out to the surroundings.
This spiritual energy is not only attached with cyan thunder, but also contains Ge Qinghuang's unique sword intent——
The hidden dragon enters my dream, my body is asleep and my mind is sleepless.
The sword is unsheathed!
Keng~buzz!
The crisp sound of the sword and the bright crescent sword appeared at the same time.
Ge Qinghuang's breathing became slightly heavier, which seemed to be some kind of unique and magical breathing method.
But Lin Ming didn't know what it was exactly.
He only knew one thing, he had to break Ge Qinghuang's sword power before she completed her first breath.
Goosebumps spread all over Lin Ming's body, and every cell in Lin Ming's body was sending him the signal that "this sword is extremely terrifying and must not be taken forcefully."
However, Lin Ming was calm at this moment and still did not draw his sword out of its sheath.
He faced Ge Qinghuang's sword force and swam upstream.
Danger, extreme danger!
Where is this discussion? It’s simply a life-and-death struggle!
Bai Chenhai stood up suddenly, but the distance from the top of the mountain to the middle of the mountain could not be crossed in an instant.
He quickly hurried towards the mountainside, complaining crazily along the way:
"Lin Ming, this kid doesn't look like a madman. How come he doesn't even risk his life when he moves his hands?"
"It's clear that this is a competition. It's a competition. If you lose, you lose."
It was impossible for him to recruit Qingfeng Baiyun to stop Lin Ming and Ge Qinghuang.
In three seconds, the day lily was cold.
At this time, Lin Ming still did not draw his sword. Although he was surrounded by Ge Qinghuang's sword, his eyes were as bright as the rising sun with confidence.
Outside the court, the little guy grabbed Shangguan Yunyan's twin ponytails with his paws.
A lot of hair was pulled out, but he didn't notice it.
Shangguan Yunyan's scalp hurt, but he stared at the two people without blinking.
The moment the two were about to confront each other, Lin Ming reminded him.
"Be careful!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ming's forehead had the word "sword" floating on his forehead, and a condensed purple light illuminated the surrounding ground.
The green grass broke all by its roots and turned into flying swords.
Brushing, brushing, brushing...
The grass sword was like a dragon, sweeping across ten directions, but it condensed in an instant, and then rolled towards Ge Qinghuang from eight directions.
At the same time, Lin Ming exhaled softly and made a hissing sound. White air seeped between his teeth. He drew his sword boldly.
The Jingxian Sword collided with the Qinglei Ancient Sword, making a harsh sound of the swords clashing.
Sonorous!
The air takes the collision point as the center of the circle and spreads in waves around it.
In mid-air, countless small grass swords suddenly lost their aura and sword intent.
Green grass swayed down all over the sky, like a heavy rain of green goose feathers.
At this moment, thousands of sword energy exploded in the green rain curtain.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo~~~~~~~~~
The sword energy was released in a burst, mixed with red fire.
"Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water..." Ge Qinghuang whispered to himself and stood there.
Her feet are shoulder-width apart, her right hand holds a sword on top, and her left hand holds a sheath on the bottom, with both hands touching each other.
The Qinglei ancient sword returned to its sheath, but it slowed down at the last three inches of the blade.
After this moment of stasis, the ancient sword returned to its sheath.
Clang!
The moment the sword collided with the scabbard, an oval-shaped light vibrated from it, and overwhelming spiritual energy followed.
Boom!
Sword energy, grass, earth and rocks... everything turned into nothingness.
A three-foot-diameter sword circle was left on the ground, which looked like a wasteland bombarded by a doomsday disaster.
Ge Qinghuang stood in the center of the circle and smiled, "Isn't this sword move 'Shura' good?"
"Awesome, rough." Lin Ming stood on the edge of the sword circle and blinked.
He was unscathed, his clothes were white, and there was no dust or grass clippings at first glance.
Lin Ming smiled as the Jingxian Sword returned to its sheath: "This sword skill is very charming. Did you learn it yourself, senior sister?"
Ge Qinghuang shook his head, white and silver emanations fluttering in the wind, and there seemed to be mountains and rivers between his eyebrows, high and clear.
"This sword skill is the secret skill of my thirteenth master. Your Jing Hua Shui Yue can force me to use this sword, which is already very strong."
Lin Ming did not pay attention to what he was praised for. Instead, he was a little envious of the many masters and masters behind Ge Qinghuang.
He patted his forehead and said, "Master Thirteen...I blame me for forgetting this. Senior sister, you are very lucky and have too many masters to count."
Junior students rarely speak in a sour grape tone... Ge Qinghuang raised the corners of his mouth, raised his right hand and shook it gently, jokingly:
"Come on, you can do it too."
Today’s senior is unusual!
Lin Ming rolled his eyes, waved his hands and said, "Uh... I still have this bit of self-awareness, but I really can't tap into my senior sister's talent."
Ge Qinghuang's beautiful eyes blinked a few times and his mind turned around.
"Not necessarily. You are a genius in swordsmanship. My Thirteenth Master will be delighted when he sees you. No, there is something else..."
If he continued, he would be killed by Senior Sister Fan. Lin Ming raised his hand decisively and pretended to cough to interrupt Ge Qinghuang's words.
"Senior, let's talk about something else," Lin Ming pointed to the top of the mountain, "Is Mr. Bai here?"
"I'm here!" Bai Chenhai stood on the steps on the way up the mountain, gasping secretly, and then glared at Lin Ming.
