Cheng Weiyu and the other four were very familiar with Leng Rusong's fast sword. How could Leng Rusong, who was usually majestic, be so careless that he failed in front of a sixteen-year-old boy. He couldn't help but be shocked and kept his questions in his heart.

Even Zhu Shaoling on the rostrum, all the Confucians were sweating, and they clenched their fists tightly, looking at the two on the field.

Leng Rusong was ready to fight again, but cold sweat slowly oozed out of his back.

Because Lu Yunming in front of him had no flaws at all, and he even felt inappropriate to attack from any angle. The opponent's drooping sword tip instantly rested on his throat, which made him unable to take action.

But Lu Yunming, who was standing opposite, was a little nervous at this time.

For more than ten years on Kunwu Mountain, Lu Yunming never thought about the realm of his swordsmanship.

The whole family of brothers were all amazing and beautiful. Lu Yunming occasionally won the game and won extremely difficult times. Among his disciples, the first one in the process of swordsmanship was Xiao Yunfeng from Qijia Middle School. Like the "Blood Hand" Hu Yan Yunzhu, who had made a name for himself in the world, who was a few years older and had already made a name for himself in the world, Lu Yundong, "Songyang Sword" Yun Chong, "Round Finger" Xie Yunan, and Guo Yunfei... These senior brothers were either working in the Southern Dynasties or walking in the world, but they were all masters of swordsmanship. Lu Yunming believed that he did not have the ability to challenge him. Even against Gui Bisheng, it was extremely difficult to win.

This has developed Lu Yunming's swordsmanship that he looked down upon, thinking that there are all such masters in the world...

But today, he was very confused.

Why can his half-baked swordsmanship defeat the elite disciples of the Scholar Academy? Moreover, Leng Songhao is clearly a rare master among the disciples of the Scholar Academy.

You know, he has practiced for more than ten years and has only mastered the introductory sword techniques of the Kunwu Sect. He even seldom practiced the [Kunwu Eight Swords].

Therefore, when facing Leng Rusong, who easily wins, he is born to think it is his own fault and feels even more uneasy.

But in fact, after Ye Qingxuan's overall planning and sorting, this introductory sword technique is the root of all sword techniques in the world. Ye Qingxuan explained the sword moves back then, and every move was wonderful and memorable.

No matter what kind of weapon the enemy faces, all the cracking methods and defense methods are clearly explained. This makes Qi Xiao’s master of this introductory sword technique reach the level of forgetting.

If you don’t destroy, you won’t establish. First, you will destroy it and then establish it.

This has already rooted the sword intent of the "Dugu Nine Swords" in the "Best Chapter" of Qi Xiao's heart.

In addition to Xiao Yunfeng, Lu Yunming learned the most profoundly.

But he didn't have a clear understanding yet.

How can such a sword technique defeat Leng Rusong?

Lu Yunming looked depressed and felt that it was embarrassing to win once with a sneak attack. Fortunately, Senior Brother Leng Rusong on the opposite side didn't care. He was indeed a humble gentleman. This second time he took action, he must strictly abide by the rules and not make any mistakes.

He was confident that Lu Yunming shot the sword's edge and said loudly in a clanging voice: "Senior Brother Leng, I was not just a younger brother. This time I took action again, please pay attention! Look at the sword!"

He followed the sword, and the sword was ahead of others. As soon as Lu Yunming took action, his originally anxious eyes suddenly condensed, and he seemed to have become a person. The sound of the sword tip breaking through the air was buzzing, and it was handed to Leng Rusong in an instant.

Naturally, it is another move to "welcome guests with a fresh breeze".

Leng Rusong originally regretted letting the other party take action first, but it was too embarrassing to regret it at this time. After hesitation, the other party's sword stabbed like lightning.

scold!

Leng Rusong shouted loudly, and the sword that had already left the sheath directly sealed the sword blade that was straight towards Lu Yunming.

Although Leng Rusong did not use the innate level of Qi in this sword, he relied on his adult strength and the opponent was young and weak, and he penetrated all his strength on the sword edge, hoping to use his strength to unexpectedly block the opponent's sword edge.

As long as you knock the opponent's attack, you can use your subsequent quick sword killing move. No matter how skillful the opponent's sword skills are, you may not be able to keep up with your rhythm.

After all, the other party is a young man, how much experience can he have against the enemy? I am afraid that the sword light flashed in front of his eyes and he would be panicked and would definitely not be able to hold on for a few moves.

bite!

A crisp collision sounded, and Lu Yunming seemed not as good as the opponent's cleavage force. The long sword was immediately knocked open by Leng Rusong, and even the sword body was slightly bent. Lu Yunming's chest suddenly opened wide, and a grim smile appeared at the corner of Leng Rusong's mouth, and he suddenly seized the middle position. The sword in his hand thundered in a row, thunderously stabbed twenty swords in his hand.

In the eyes of everyone on the scene, I saw that the sword in Leng Rusong's hand turned into a ray of light, and suddenly flashed and fell to his opponent's chest, and suddenly exclaimed and cheered.

Zhu Shaoling and others relaxed their palms and smiled.

But the cheers were just halfway through, and everyone suddenly stiffened again. Even the confident smile on the faces of Zhu Shaoling and other Confucian teachers were completely frozen on their faces.

Because at the moment when the sword is as cold as the light of the spine, it is like a magic weapon falling from outside the nine heavens, instantly bringing all the lightning and thunder in the sky into a sheath.

Leng Rusong saw all this in a daze-

Lu Yunming in front of him stretched out his hand so lightly, and he stretched out his left hand holding the scabbard. His sword with twenty swords in a row, and his fast sword with lightning all over the sky was as if he was a magic trick. He easily and accurately inserted it into the scabbard of the other party. He handed it on himself, and the lightning all over the sky also disappeared.

Lu Yunming turned his heel, twisted his wrist, and his body did not move. The sword edge that had originally swung turned around and appeared in his throat again.

And this time, because of my forward impact, not only did I hand over my long sword, but I even had my neck.

When everything was settled, the scene appeared again after the first move.

Leng Rusong was slapped on Lu Yunming's throat with a single sword, and he easily won.

Leng Rusong was shaking all over.

Why?

Why can't I avoid such a simple sword?

Leng Rusong was at a loss, and the whole audience was at a loss.

Losing this game was too simple.

If you lose one move, you don’t even have a chance to resist.

No matter how fast Leng Rusong's sword is, if he can't even use the sword move, what's the use of a faster sword?

"Do you want to do it again?" Lu Yunmingtian smiled really, and there was no longer the panic he had just seen in his eyes. He whispered to Leng Rusong: "Just now, I thought it was my fault. It was me who attacked you, which made people lose. But this time I understand that it is not that you are not ready, but that your swordsmanship is really too bad!"

With Lu Yunming's words, all the Confucian disciples could no longer hold back.

But they could only whisper to Leng Rusong's incompetence, but none of them dared to question the outcome of the game.

"Food bucket!" Zhu Shaoling picked up the tea bowl and whispered.

Cheng Xi's slightly narrowed eyes flashed, and then slowly closed again.

snort.

Only Chunyu Mao was the most angry and glared at Ye Qingxuan fiercely. The armrests of the backrest chair under his hands were pinched and clattered.

Leng Rusong's eyes were red and he felt extremely unwilling. His reputation was ruined, and in the hands of a underage boy, his status in the Rulin Academy would plummet, and he would even find it difficult to gain a foothold.

clang.

Lu Yunming returned the sword to the sheath and said calmly: "Your sword technique is so old-fashioned. You will know what you are going to do with one move... You must know that the sword moves at will, the mind comes from the heart. When the heart moves, the sword moves, and when the mind comes, the sword masters... You should still be the basic sword moves of the noble school. You can even practice all these sword moves and forget when it becomes..."

The way to forget the sword!?

Leng Rusong widened his eyes, looked at Lu Yunming with incredulity in disbelief, and murmured: "Have you forgotten your sword moves?"

"It's almost done!" Lu Yunming thought for a while and said, "I forgot about half of it..."

I...fuck...

A young man who had not yet entered the innate world actually reached the "Sword Forget" level of half a step in sword intent. This is a realm that many masters in the Reward Realm have not been able to reach. It is incredible, but it is a real thing.

Leng Rusong's originally unwilling attitude suddenly calmed down, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "Junior Brother Lu, I lost for my brother..."

After saying that, he didn't even take the sword, and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!