Qiong also didn't understand that others said that the second son and the third son of the Sheng family were very similar, but how exactly were they similar? Apart from the same nose and face shape, there was nothing else that made them look alike.
She thought angrily in her heart: Sheng Kyung is such a lovable person. He is reserved and peaceful. At best, he has a slightly withdrawn temperament. This Sheng Zijing is really a ferocious guy with murderous intent in his eyes. He looks at me as if he wants to eat me alive! I just seduced his younger brother! As for staring at me like this?
I thought this in my heart, but said in my mouth: "I hope Second Young Master Sheng will show mercy."
When Shen Wei saw Sheng Zijing standing on the martial arts field, he couldn't persuade him no matter what. She clenched her fist tightly on the table and said, "Sheng Xi, this kid!"
Sheng Shangpei said: "Well, since my second son Sheng Xi wants to test Miss Lu personally, let this be a test for me, Sheng, on her." After saying that, he offered a glass of wine and signaled to Lu Bin from the air, "Sect Master Lu, I will punish myself for Quanzi. One cup."
"Your clan should make a marriage contract first, so what's the point of mentioning a test?" Lu Bin obviously couldn't be fooled by these few words, "Besides, my disciple has just fought two battles to consume her energy, so this time is a test. It’s really unfair.”
Sheng Shangpei pondered for a moment: "No matter what the outcome is, she is already the young lady whom my clan has engaged with. Sect Master Lu, please be at ease. When I return to Baifen with my son, I will be punished. I hope the sect master will not blame my son."
Lu Bin reluctantly nodded and returned his gaze to the stage.
Fighting twice in a row takes a lot of energy and energy. Qiong Yi raised his sword and stared at Sheng Zijing. He suddenly felt his shoulders were heavy and his breathing was uneven. He was facing the sense of oppression intentionally or unintentionally emanating from someone who was higher than his own cultivation level. He couldn't help but secretly sighed: The cultivation level of this big iron block is so high!
And he said to himself: There is no way there is no way to control him, I have to think about it.
In front of him, Sheng Zijing swung his sword, the sword body glowed with green light, and the sword energy was extremely powerful, exactly the same as Sheng Xuanyuan's sword technique. Qiong Yi knew what he was doing, and used his true energy to meet the sword. He took the sword accurately, and each sword hit exactly the right point to release the force perfectly. Sheng Zijing advanced while striking, but she had to retreat to defend.
Qin Hanchuan stared at Wu Tai without squinting: "This is the most exciting one." She smiled and pulled the silent Sheng Xuanyuan: "Look at Xiao Qiong's timing and movements of shaking the sword, it will be very exciting allow."
Sheng Xuanyuan stared at the two figures with the sounds of swords intertwining: "Yeah." But he was very surprised: Qiong Yi's movement of catching the sword was very skillful, so skillful that he seemed to know where Sheng Zijing's next sword would come from. Nashou knew it like the back of her hand, as if she had restrained Sheng Zijing.
Qiong Yi, could she... Sheng Xuanyuan lowered his eyes and thought to himself: Could she have memorized my swordsmanship when practicing swordsmanship with me every day, and studied it for a long time if she wanted to compete with me in swordsmanship? "
You treat your second brother as me to fight against me, right?
When thinking this way, Sheng Xuanyuan clenched his fists.
What he didn't know was that Qiong Ye had indeed studied Jichen's sword technique in detail, and had rehearsed the situation of competing with him many times in her mind, not just a thousand times, but hundreds of times.
She really wanted to beat him, even if he was only willing to spar with her.
This woman seemed to be fully aware of my movements. All the swords struck by Sheng Zijing were turned away by Qiong Yi, and he thought to himself: Her footwork is staggered and her body movements are rapid, it is not something that can be taken down with two or three moves.
"It's a good idea for you two to steal each other's lessons." Qin Hanchuan saw that Qiong Yi was able to handle the situation with ease, and saw her footwork changing freely. He couldn't help but think of the steps he used when he tried out moves with Sheng Xuanyuan last year.
Sheng Xuanyuan silently admitted it, and then heard her say: "You haven't learned the essence of it, you just used a form. Her footwork and swordsmanship match well, and she has worked hard to study it."
Qin Hanchuan used the fighting in front of him to give him guidance: "Xuanyuan, look at the point where she holds the sword, just like I asked you to do. You are most accustomed to relying on brute force, but the real 'relief' is not with force. Instead of resisting the force, Xiao Qiong also did an excellent job of accurately identifying the point where the sword's power is discharged and dispelling it."
"I can see that she is very weak." Looking back on these three competitions, as long as it is against the sword of Yunli, Qiong Yi's sword will definitely be protected by true energy and covered with white light. "Zhenqi turns into force, vibrates the sword to release force, and uses force to fight force. It seems that this little girl has done a lot to make up for her shortcomings." The smile on Qin Hanchuan's face became brighter: "Interesting. The little guy is really interesting."
Being pulled away by Qin Hanchuan, Sheng Xuanyuan suddenly realized: No wonder Qiong Yi always felt that Qiong Yi's sword intention was condensed. It turned out to be because of her precise placement. I secretly thought to myself, whether it is today or in the future, I will never lose to you, Qiong Yi.
Qiong Yi was already sweating a lot, but her chest was dripping with joy. In the few rounds of fighting just now, Sheng Zijing did not gain the upper hand, which made everyone at the table startled and sighed.
"Isn't this little girl named Lu a level lower than Second Young Master Sheng? How could she be evenly matched in the first match..."
"Judging from her age, she is indeed a prodigy."
"Let me see, maybe he is even more powerful than Third Young Master Sheng..."
Qiong Yi, who turned into Sheng Zijing's sword, stood up from the ground and flashed behind him. There was almost no movement, but he reacted very quickly. A green energy sword light split the fierce wind. Qiong Yi leaned down to avoid it, and the smoke veil The dress spreads out on the floor, like a blooming peach.
"Didn't you say that his ears are not good? Why can he react so quickly when the wind noise is so small?" Qiong Yi thought: "Is it because my sword intention is too obvious, or is he reacting too quickly?"
Turning the sword and touching the ground, he came up again, and there was another burst of sword light.
"Brother Axi..." Su Liming looked at the dark figure moving quickly on the high platform and tightened her cuffs.
"The speed is not bad." Sheng Zijing deflected her sword and said coldly: "If I were you, I wouldn't be so fast and guerrilla. After all, you don't have much energy left."
Qiong Yi suppressed the gasp in her throat and laughed through her nose: "Then how do you think I'm going to fight?" How could she not know that guerrilla warfare consumes energy? But he couldn't beat him head-on, so Quan just listened to nonsense.
She touched the ground and floated away from his thrust, sweat sliding down her forehead and sprinkling on the wooden platform.
Sheng Zijing just snorted coldly, picked up the sword and stabbed him. Qiong Yi raised her palm to strike at his wrist and arm, but was caught by his left hand. She was shocked, leaned against the sword, turned her body downwards, and tried her best to shake off his restraints. Unexpectedly, Sheng Zijing's Zhenqi Body Protector elbow hit the hilt of his sword, and the Xiange Sword suddenly fell out of his hand. He pursued the victory and kicked Qiong Yi on the shoulder, pushing her two or three feet away.
"Boom!——"
"Qiong Yi!" Sheng Xuanyuan suddenly stood up and exclaimed, but was held down by Qin Hanchuan: "Sit down! The winner has not been decided yet."
Qiong Yi fell heavily on the stage, and before she could catch her breath, she immediately controlled her body, her hands were knotted, white light flickered between her fingers, Xian Ge flew at the call, and stabbed towards Sheng Zijing from behind, without looking back. He threw the Ningguang Sword backwards, the dark green sword glowing against the enemy's string. He drove the sword with one hand and made a palm shape with the other to strike at Qiong Yi. Qiong Yi gathered his energy and used the wind condensation technique to directly meet the palm. Sheng Zijing felt that it was as powerful as hitting cotton wool but had nowhere to go. He continued to approach her with his bare hands.
The two swords were fighting against each other on the stage, and they were already fighting each other. Sheng Zijing locked her hands and said: "Your physical skills are too bad." After that, he twisted her arms and threw her back, making her weightless. Qiong also stabilized her mind. Sheng Zijing disrupted her rhythm in her close combat. If she continued to panic, she would lose every step. After being thrown over his head, she hurriedly hooked his waist with her feet and took advantage of it. Sheng Zijing took him away. As soon as she let go, she immediately let go of her feet, turned over with her palms on the ground, and successfully escaped from the trap and distanced herself.
Sheng Zijing frowned, clenched his fists and rushed towards her, not giving her a single chance. Qiong Yi's body-protecting arms were folded under his chest. He felt a cold and dark force coming towards him, and his body retreated uncontrollably. Until he stumbled against the fence and almost fell.
"Is this the only level you can do without your sword? Go back and let Ah Jin teach you." When Sheng Zijing said this, he punched forward again. Qiong also quickly avoided it, jumped up with Qinggong and returned to the center of the martial arts field, shouting: " String song!" She summoned her sword with the skill of controlling animals, her legs and feet were weak and weak: No, I have consumed too much. Gritting his teeth, white light surged from the sword, and several rays of snow-white sword energy struck at the stabbing Ningguang Sword. The Ningguang Sword was knocked back and fell to the ground. Sheng Zijing summoned his sword to return his hand and chased it away with the sword again.
"This Sheng Er really doesn't have any affection for his future sister-in-law." Xie Cong shook the folding fan in his hand and smiled. Seeing that his son was watching so intently, he didn't even dare to say: "Yu Yu Son, you didn’t lose unjustly.”
Xie Yangyu took a deep breath: "Yes, Dad."
After deflecting Sheng Zijing's stabbing sword, Qiong Yi stepped back. Sheng Zijing knew that the man in front of him was at the end of his crossbow, and his momentum became even more powerful. He slashed with the sword sharply. Qiong also gritted his teeth and took the sword, but he didn't just catch the sword blindly. There was a counterattack in it. His swordsmanship was scattered and elegant. Sheng Zijing looked at it. It was already a sign that she could no longer hold the sword or control the momentum.
Lu Bin raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"
The two swords clashed for a long time, and Qiong was also knocked back by his true energy. She turned around and picked up a sword. The sword stretched extremely far, completely failing to protect the safety of her chest and body. How could Sheng Zijing let go of such a loophole? He slashed at it in an instant, but Unexpectedly, she seemed to realize the omission, and immediately turned her sword to protect herself, stepped back, and was losing step by step from the center of the stage to the edge of the stage.
Qiong Yi kept adjusting her breathing, and her movements with the sword became lighter and lighter, and her limbs stretched more and more. Sheng Zijing thought to herself: Her sword movement went further and further away, and she drew the sword faster, but the strength seemed to be almost gone. In order to end the fight, Qiong also used her skills and strength to eliminate these two moves. The two of them had reached the edge of the martial arts platform, and she would be forced out of bounds within ten steps.
Qiong Yi turned around and looked at her, her sword skills in her hand kept going. When Sheng Zijing stabbed her with the sword, he was thinking about how to defeat her, but he didn't expect that all the moves he made were dumb. His moves were taken, making no sound but no use. She fell into the rhythm of chasing swordsmanship.
Lu's You Zhui Sword does not have the world-famous sword moves. It pays most attention to the control of the fighting rhythm. Once caught in the sword flow, it will be like gurgling water, which lasts forever.
Sheng Zijing realized that his breathing was erratic, but her breath was weak, but almost steady. His sword eyebrows suddenly stood up, wanting to break through Yu Chai's sword skills, not wanting that no matter how he used the sword, it would be as if she was in control of it. Being restricted, the sword road is trapped.
The sword law is in her hand! Sheng Zijing gritted his teeth and struck out with his sword vigorously. Qiong Yi just shook his hands with an extremely ugly expression on his face. The sword dance was still slow, and he could not escape from the water-like forest of swords.
"This is the exquisiteness of our clan's swordsmanship." Yang Suyong said with a smile: "The Lu family's sword stability seeks 'mind stability', which can be further divided into 'shape stability' and 'situation stability'. The mind is as clear as water, and the shape is stable." Law, the situation is stable and profitable. "
Mrs. Yue sighed: "You are indeed the beloved disciple that Sect Master Lu is willing to bring to the Spring Festival Banquet. It is really eye-opening." She was not a martial artist, so she could not see the profoundness of it. She only felt that Sheng Zijing's actions were impatient. Although he was captured by Qiong, Yi Youzhui's sword style restraint, it's really hard to guess who will win and who will lose.
If she were to compare it, it would be like an eagle caught in a spider's web. She didn't know if it was because the eagle easily broke free from the shackles of the spider's web, or because the spider's web was so tenacious that it clung to the eagle's wings, causing him to fall to the ground and surrender.
