Xiaosheng is not a nerd

Chapter 393
The white clothes overwhelm everyone, and he was born in the royal family and proclaimed himself an emperor.

Lin Zhen, who was several feet away from Ye Jinghong, was sweating silently from his forehead. He had never met such an opponent, and he could not feel the opponent's true spirit at all.

It was as if he was facing a stone, as if he had no opponent in front of him.

Ye Jinghong said lightly: "Let's do it."

Lin Zhen has already condensed his true energy and climbed to the peak, and the sword is out!

Ye Jinghong sent out later, true energy grew from nothing, from stillness to movement, turned into a thread, pierced through the breath, as if passing by a reckless man.

Ye Jinghong didn't draw out his sword, the moment he passed through Lin Zhen, the weapon in Lin Zhen's hand had already been dropped, and at this time Lin Zhen's sword hadn't been completely drawn out.

The winner will be decided in one breath.

Lin Zhen couldn't even pull out his sword, and said sadly, "I lost..."

The other party's knocking off his weapon was a respect for him, and he even felt that the other party could make him unable to pull out his sword and kill himself.

Feng Shoudao exclaimed: "One breath!"

Wei Sanren was also moved and said, "It's too strong."

It has never been possible for the sword king Wei Sanren to say these three words.

Although Zhang Lingxiao looked calm, his face was still concealed and there was a trace of sadness.

Wei Sanren continued: "However, I can do it."

Zhang Lingxiao looked at Wei Sanren in surprise.

Feng Shoudao said in horror: "Mr. Wei, have you broken through the third rank?"

The remaining people did not answer.

Dugu Jian looked at Long Jing and asked, "Long Jing, do you still have confidence?"

Long Jing chuckled: "For an opponent like this, I can beat them with one breath."

"Okay." Dugu Jian was extremely happy.

Xiuyun said: "They said Mr. Ye is amazing, it doesn't seem to be very powerful, Mr. Xie, is the fourth vertical person too weak?"

Xie Fu felt amused in his heart, how can a real master have so many dazzling sword moves, under the great disparity between strength and weakness, the difference can be seen immediately, even before the fight, the victory and defeat have already been decided.

Duling Wu's expression was calm, and he announced indifferently: "Three Zong wins! The fifth Zong and the sixth Zong will go to the field to compete!"

The fifth column of Jizi is Long Jing, which is what Dugu Jian called ghost hand. If Ye Jinghong didn't intervene in Jizi, it would be the key to his victory.

Dugujian ordered in a low voice: "Long Jing, keep your strength, don't let people see through your background, your opponent is Ye Jinghong."

Feng Shoudao smiled confidently: "After losing two games in a row, it's time for me to earn back some face, otherwise this Longxi captive would think that there is no one in Suzhou."

After saying that, he floated away with his gun in his hand, and he stood on the surface of the water, with the eight-foot long spear in his hand, shining with silver light, majestic and majestic, exuding undue courage.

This Long Jing is short in stature, dwarfed by Feng Shou Dao's majesty and domineering appearance, if he is not also standing on the water, he must be regarded as just a busy person in the market.

Zhang Lingxiao said softly: "Mr. Wei, what do you think?"

He didn't know the origin of this short man, since yesterday he played with Dugujian in a word game, but he had a vague feeling that the fifth vertical is not easy.

Wei Sanren smiled lightly: "Let's see."

Feng Shoudao asked Long Jing, "Where's your weapon?" The opponent doesn't even have a weapon, so even if he wins, it doesn't mean much.

Long Jing raised a hand with five thin fingers.

Feng Shoudao was surprised, only to see Long Jing holding one hand behind his back, with a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth.

Feng Shoudao saw through the other party's actions and was furious, fearing that he had never been so underestimated before, he was furious: "Since you want to die, don't blame me."

Before the words were quiet, he stabbed Long Jing with a gun, the light of the gun was like a gaping moon, intending to assassinate the opponent with one blow, and let the opponent pay the price for his arrogance and ignorance.

I saw that Long Jing really used one hand to deal with the enemy, under the dense light of Fengshou Taoist gun, but he was calm and unhurried, stepping slowly, like an idler walking on the road.

It's just that his short figure seemed to grow taller under the gunlight...

"There is no chance."

Xie Fu heard the reputation, but saw Ye Jinghong came to his side at some point, and said with a smile: "Young City Master, do you mean that the sixth vertical is doomed?"

Xiuyun had already seen the handsome Ye Jinghong, and stared at him in a daze. The temperament of the young city lord was fatal to the little lady, and she was irresistible. After looking towards Xie Fu, she slowed down, and cursed herself in her heart, "Fairy heart!"Playful!Meet one love one!
Ye Jinghong smiled and said: "I mean, he has no way to make the other party use his hands."

Xie Fu asked: "Why is the young city master so sure?"

"True Qi is the weapon of strength and the front. The front is extreme, and the weak can defeat the strong. He spends all his energy on useless moves, the more powerless he will be."

Xie Fu looked outside and said with a smile, "I see they fought back and forth."

"If I were to face an opponent stronger than me, I would use all my strength on this first sword."

Xie Fu looked at the sword that Ye Jinghong was holding in front of his shoulder. The scabbard was white, and the hilt was also white, so that dust could be clearly seen on the bit.

Ye Jinghong smiled and said, "I haven't unsheathed this sword for a long time."

Xie Fu smiled and said: "It seems that the Young City Master is not someone who cherishes swords."

Ye Jinghong smiled brightly: "In the morning, I think the sword is quiet, but in the evening, I think the sword is cold. I can hold the sword at people, but I don't know how to hold it."

Xie Fu smiled: "A sword becomes sharper the more it is sharpened by others, but it becomes sharper the more it is hidden with the Young City Lord."

"Brother Xie, after you finish fighting, Ye Mou has a few sword words to give to you."

"Why give it to me?"

"Brother Xie extended a warm invitation last night, and there is nothing to repay Ye for being poor, only sword language."

"Young City Master, please be polite."

Feng Shoudao looked at his numb hands in disbelief. The blow just now was a full blow with both arms clenched, but the spear was sent flying by the opponent.

He couldn't even force his opponent to use his hands.

When Feng Shoudao came to Zhang Lingxiao's side, he was speechless, not at all as energetic as before.

Zhang Lingxiao didn't say anything.

It was Wei Sanren who said lightly: "Victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs. Know your shame and be brave."

Feng Shoudao said: "The other party is unfathomable."

Amidst Dugujian's laughter, Duling Wu announced loudly: "Five verticals win! The seventh vertical and the eighth vertical will compete!"

Hearing the word son, Wei Sanren blushed and floated on the wide lake.

The man in the seventh vertical also stood on the surface of the water, facing Wei Sanren across the air.

Wei Sanren said directly: "I made a move."

"Please."

As soon as the other party's request was written, Wei San drew out his saber Wei Sheng,

Hey!
Like the roar of a tiger, he slashed on the spot.

The sword qi broke through the water, overwhelming mountains and seas.

The lake suddenly turned into a wild beast. Wei Sanren put his sword into its sheath the moment he finished chopping, and the silver glow was the only glimpse in the lake.

Wow, the water rose and fell, and the person in front of Wei Sanren had disappeared.

Xiuyun was frightened by the horrific scene in front of her and trembled slightly, a few splashes of water splashed her face, which brought her back to her senses, but her face was pale, and she realized something at this moment.

Xie Fu gently supported Xiuyun's waist, and said softly, "Xiuyun, what's wrong?"

(End of this chapter)