Vol 9 Chapter 124: Command

Cheng Weiyu was completely stunned.
I don't know when, the perimeter under his feet is completely covered with ribbons. Originally, he thought that he had completely suppressed his opponents by relying on his brushstrokes and even by congenital anger, but what he couldn't think of was that the other party seemed to be forced into extreme confusion, but in fact he was just walking around and laying the ribbon On the ground.
When the ribbon tied him, the other person's suffocation came into his body, directly sealing the large acupuncture point in his body, which completely closed his veins, and he could not break free despite his congenital cultivation.
"You, you are ..." Cheng Weiyu, who was hanging upside down in midair, was so angry that he stared at Lu Yunxuan with wide eyes.
Lu Yunxuan smiled and said, "Yeah, I am also a congenital cultivation, and I just broke through these days."
"Despicable." Cheng Weiyu easily broke the shackles of his opponent's ribbon with his congenital breath, but he never expected that his opponent had already cultivated it. After the second winding, he opened the congenital breath and sealed it. He has a big hole in his body.
Lu Yunxuan snorted coldly and said, "You haven't asked me, why can I tell you my cultivation behavior? Besides, you also use congenital radon, and I haven't said anything. Why should I use congenital radon, it becomes Is it "despicable"? The truth of your Rulin Academy is really puzzling! "
At this moment within the whole dojo, there was a silence.
They are beginning to numb.
Lost numb.
Moreover, the ridicule and sarcasm of the Kunwu disciples no longer have the strength to turn against each other.
After losing three games in a row, the shameless people can no longer afford to look up.
While Cheng Weiyu lost the game, his grandfather Cheng Yi could not bear it anymore and left.
The third game ended again with the victory of the Kunwu faction.
In the fourth game, Lin Yuncong played against another Confucian master.
This matchup was even easier.
Lin Yuncong, who has already revealed his superb internal strength, is three levels higher than his opponent's realm. Lin Yuncong played steadily. After more than 20 strokes, his palms were closed to ten at a time, firmly adhering to the opponent's sword. A sword made of black iron was immediately broken into four pieces.
After exhausting all efforts, he could not break Lin Yuncong's guardian disciple. After losing his weapon, he lost helplessly to the bare sword hilt and defeated.
With the defeat of the first three siblings, the fourth disciple of the Confucianism has already broken the pot and has nothing to do with winning or losing.
Lost four games in five games, no matter how to explain, it is an indisputable fact to lose face.
The Kunwu faction never thought that they would step down to the people of Rulin Academy. Of course, this face was also lost more severely.
In particular, this last battle is simply a big challenge to the education system of Rulin College for thousands of years.
If this battle is lost, it will be the great turmoil of Rulin College from top to bottom, which undoubtedly gives everyone a sober slap from top to bottom. What qualifications are still available to participate in this level? In dispute? He was beaten in minutes.
At this time, for Zhu Han, the psychological pressure was undoubtedly very heavy.
Zhu Han is even more so.
As a disciple of the Rulin Academy, a miscellaneous servant was unexpectedly pushed to the top of the wind and waves, and the tension of the whole person from toes to silky hair was crisp.
"Are you ready?" Ye Qingxuan asked with a smile.
"Not ready." Wang Zhitui's face was tangled, and he answered straightforwardly, "Brother Ye, how could I win Zhu Han for my martial arts?"
Ye Qingxuan blinked and laughed, "To be honest, your internal practice is not good, but it is a bit of a perception of the use of martial arts, but fortunately, the set of [Three Swords of the Confucian Classics] is very well trained, as long as you listen Mine, I have used this set of swordsmanship, and there is still hope of winning. "
"That's all up to Ye Xiong!" Wang Zhitui was still inward, but at this time he had to bite his head.
Not long after, the ceremony officer came on again, and shouted, "The disciples on both sides come on the field, start accurately!"
Wang Zhitui took a deep breath and slowly played.
At this time, Zhu Han's son, Zhu Han, stood on the dojo chicly, and saw Wang Zhitui walked up tremblingly, could not help but hesitate, disdain: "Which master is this?"
"I have seen Brother Zhu at the push of the king."
"Oh, Brother Wang. Hey, this time, it's hard for you. Neither innate nor deep swordsmanship ... it's better that we be a gentleman agreement, and I don't need to be congenital, just use swordsmanship to win or lose. Do n’t you just know the [Three Classics of Confucian Swords]? Well, we make a contract with the Thirteen Swords. As long as you can support the thirteen moves, how will you win? "
Suddenly, Wang Zhi pushed and turned to look at Ye Qingxuan.
And Zhu Han's remarks also made the Confucian disciples at the scene talk.
"Brother Zhu Han really has a great manner."
"Don't mind, the priest of the Kunwu sect is the famous Ye Qingxuan, and maybe he has a little skill."
"If you have the skills, you need to have good materials. I know that Wang Zhitui is a nerd, and his martial arts is to exercise the body between readings."
"That is, once I saw it with my own eyes, the goods were chased by a yellow dog, and martial arts were completely useless."
"Well, rotten wood cannot be carved."
...
The sound of discussions around the room spread everywhere, Wang Zhitui's confidence was hit hard, and his head dropped even lower.
"Thirteen tricks, thirteen tricks!" Ye Qingxuan shouted on the podium at this time: "Since Zhu Gongzi said, there are already thirteen tricks. If you can't win the master within the thirteen tricks, it is considered we lose!"
what! ?
At this moment, the people of Confucianism were surprised.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qingxuan, who was already super weak, would turn Zhu Han's meaning the other way round. This trick is tantamount to ignoring his opponent.
Zhu Han snorted coldly and said, "Haoli's mouth is open. Since you have this confidence, I will personally come to receive advice."
"No no no, I ..." Wang Zhitui flushed with a flushed face, almost resent Ye Qingxuan to death, and before he could let him finish, the ceremony officer had shouted, "Beginning of the competition!"
"Please." Zhu Han gave a cold drink, snorted, pulled the sword out of the sheath, the sword tip first forwarded, halfway back, and then stabbed again, the sword speed and power suddenly increased more than three times, It was the "Seven Sage Swordsman" "Yan Huiyan Shi" who attacked Wang Zhitui.
Wang Zhi shouted an exclamation immediately, and then backed away sharply. At the same time, a move of "Poetic Wind of the Poetry" swung across his chest to resist the opponent's sword.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Han's sword was free to stay free. The sword with a forward spin suddenly turned downward, his body seemed to bow down, then suddenly bounced, Jian Feng hissed, and cut off Wang Zhi's robe. It is a trick "Min loss Fengxiao".
Fortunately, Wang Zhi pushed back in time, otherwise this second move can cut him a pair of calves.
Wang Zhitui's cold sweat "sucked" dripped.
At this moment, Zhu Han was so overwhelming and sneered, "Is this level good enough for me to do it? Let me lie down!"
While talking, Jian Feng swipes towards Wang Zhitui's neck. While the other party is backing, the body turns, and Jian Feng pushes up, in a style of "Zhong You Hao Yong", with a huge force on the blade. Pushed to the chest of Wang Zhi.
Damn.
Wang Zhi pushed his liver and gallbladder apart, his head was blank, and he didn't know how to resist, but he closed his eyes and died.
At this moment, a sudden burst of drink came from his ear: "Sword of Li!"
Wang Zhitui's mind flashed brightly, and he never opened his eyes. The body had already used this trick. The body bowed forward, and the sword in his hand was under the arm. When he heard it, he was blocking a sword pushed by Zhu Han, huge. His strength lifted his entire body off his feet as if flying.
With his eyes open, Zhu Han was frightened in front of him, and had to follow a sword in the future. Ye Qingxuan's shouts came from his ears: "'Three Passages in Spring and Autumn', 'Poetry's Xiaoya', 'Mengzi Dayi'!" "
In a series of three moves, when Ye Qingxuan shouted, Wang Zhitui immediately displayed it.
With his body floating, Wang Zhi pushed a turn over, jumping over Zhu Han's head, his sword hanging upside down, Ding Ding Ding, three consecutive moves, point to the opponent, which is the trick of "Chun Qiu has three passes".
Zhu Han did not expect that the other party could use his own strength to rise up in the air. The three moves of this sword made him furious. After blocking the two swords, he faced the third sword that stabbed Baihui and had no time to resist. With a sharp wink, he flung forward.
Hiss!
This time, it was Wang Zhiti's sword that opened the Confucian robe of Zhu Han's back.
Zhu Han's forward flutter posture has not landed yet, the sword tip is a bit on the ground, and rebounded, but this is also the time when Wang Zhitui's "Poetry Xiaoya" trick is used.
Wang Zhitui's body just landed, and he did not turn around. He leaned back directly, and the sword in his hand pierced behind him.
At this time, Zhu Han's bounced body happened to fall to the tip of Wang Zhi's sword. If he couldn't turn, he would be worn through the heart.
But after all, Zhu Han was an outstanding disciple of the Confucian generation. When he was in distress, his waist was twisted, his toes dropped first, and he stepped directly on the blade of Wang Zhitui. He not only forced to open the sword, but also straightened his body. , Again to mid-air.
But he hadn't waited for another move ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Suddenly the ankle was tightened, and Wang Zhi pushed his hand to grab the ankle, and stood upright by his rising strength.
At this time, Wang Zhitui grabbed Zhu Han's ankle and held a sword. He could split Zhu Han into two halves from the bottom up with a powerful "Mengzi Dayi", but at this moment, Wang Zhitui His feet slumped, his body did not stand still, and his strength suddenly shifted from the hand with the sword to another ...
Wang Zhitui only felt that he had lost all his strength. He even pulled off one of Zhu Han's shoes, and his body was naturally uncontrolled, and he fell directly on the ground.
Zhu Han hangs upside-down in the air, flying out more than five feet, losing his shoes and feet back on the ground one after another, and then stood firm after seven or eight steps.
At this time, a sense of fear only struck, and the cold sweat instantly wet the back.
At this time, the audience became a quiet place again. Everyone felt that their brains were not enough.
"Ah, I'm going!" Ye Qingxuan jumped while grasping her scalp, stepped on a chair with one foot, and shouted at Wang Zhi: "Wang Zhitui, your boy is solid wood? Such a simple sword Can everything go wrong? "8)