I just want to touch, what bad thoughts can I have?

Chapter 178 Gu Dao Hot Heart Fang Qingran (4000 words)
On the side of Yijiantai, a strong man with an epee embraced his arms:
"Mo Yong, what do you think of our Bajian Club?"

He looked back left and right, and swept towards the subordinates following on both sides:
"Don't worry, the Bajian Society will never wrong an innocent person..." Senbai's teeth glared a little in the sunlight, "Of course, we will never let a person who is against you go."

After saying this, he looked around at the other students on the Yijian stage, and seeing that none of them dared to look at him, he felt a sense of satisfaction spontaneously.

He enjoys the coolness of being alone.

Really happy!
"Humph."

Mo Yong snorted coldly.

In the past, he might have really taken the nonsense the other party said seriously, but now, he will never be as childish as before.

His Hejian Club has never opposed Ba Jian Club before, and now, it has not been forced to this point.

The only way to make Ba Jian Society dare not show their dominance is to show that they are stronger than Ba ​​Jian Society, so that they dare not easily provoke them.

Sadly, he couldn't.

Today's Yijian battle is almost doomed to an end.

"Those friends on weekdays just came for a trip, and as soon as they explained their purpose, they started to find various excuses one by one.

If I knew this earlier, I might as well spend the money on myself instead of spending it on them. "

The face-changing skills shown by those friends today emerged in his heart, and Mo Yong's heart became more and more sad and indignant.

Stepping onto the arena step by step, he slowly drew out two fine iron swords and put them into a stance:

"Okay, there's no need to say more about these things.

I just want to ask you one question, if I win Yijian this time, can you do what you say and never target the Hejian Club again? "

Try to adjust the state to the peak, he said coldly.

Although he knew in his heart that his chances of winning were slim, however, no matter how small the hope was, he still had to fight for himself and his society.

After retreating so many times, all he got in return was making progress, and now there was no retreat behind him.

"I, Hou Yong, spit out a nail, so naturally I will do what I say!"

The leading strong man who called himself Hou Yong jumped onto the ring, and the whole Yijian Arena seemed to be shaken three times under his action.

Holding the nearly one-foot-long sword hilt with his backhand, his whole body was full of momentum:
"Let me ask you one last time, do you agree with the merger of the Hejian Society and the Bajian Society?

After I make a move, no matter how regretful it is, there is no room for maneuver. "

Mo Yong shook his head and said nothing.

"Hmph, don't eat and drink fine for a toast!"

Hou Yong stepped forward with a single step, the sword's edge was like a mountain, and the invisible oppressive feeling filled the entire area of ​​the arena:
"The double-sword technique, after so many years of screening, has long been determined to be an eliminated sword technique that is not suitable for actual combat.

It's okay to use it for show and fun. Look, is there any sword master who is famous for his double sword technique? "

"At best, it can only be considered that a disciple like me who has inherited this dual swordsmanship inheritance is not good at learning!"

Hearing the opponent's slander of double swordsmanship, Mo Yong was really angry, and the aura of an extraordinary person in the candle state burst out!
A sword was raised obliquely, and a sword fell. He didn't dodge or dodge, and went straight to meet him.

It seems to be used to prove that the double swordsmanship is not inferior to Daliu's single swordsmanship.

Not far away, Fang Qingran, who was looking towards the arena, moved slightly. He looked at Mo Yong with a hint of surprise.

The opponent's left sword and right sword used two different sword moves at the same time. It was obviously a person, but it gave people a sense of sight of two people fighting together.

He can do the ordinary dual-purpose, but it is really difficult for him to not only use two sword moves like this, but also form complementary and coordinated combat techniques.

There is no way, who made him play the dual swordsmanship in a wild way all the time, and has never received systematic teaching at all.

Whenever the first weapon he encounters is not two wooden branches, but something else, maybe Fang Qingran's current appearance will change drastically.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but secretly thanked his class teacher in high school in his heart.

If it wasn't for the head teacher's whim, he would have to be forced to study in the advanced class the next day, let alone wearing white clothes and holding a sword.

"If I can master this method of fighting with two hands using different sword moves, wouldn't my strength be greatly improved in place?"

Thinking of this, doubts arose in his heart.

From the current point of view, the prospect of this pair of swordsmanship is quite promising, how can it be reduced to the point where no one can practice it?

He could see the value visible to the naked eye at a glance. If those seniors with a higher level of swordsmanship than him could not see any of them, he would absolutely not believe it.

Thinking about it this way, there is only one possibility left...

Thoughts turned in his mind, and when he looked at the ring again, he found that the senior Mo Yong who had taken the initiative to show him the way for the newcomer had already fallen into a disadvantage in just a few confrontations.

"Take all these fancy tricks and watch me chop them off with one blow!"

Hou Yong sneered, and he held the hilt of the sword with both arms in a forward momentum, and the khaki-yellow light came from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

While waving, the sword wind howled.

Mo Yong raised his sword to meet him, but when his two swords were about to touch the epee, the sword body began to make a sound of being overwhelmed.

His two swords couldn't bear such a fierce battle!
At the same time, Fang Qingran, who was paying attention to the battle situation, noticed something was wrong.

The sword move that Hou Yong used could be rated as an intermediate sword move, but facing this menacing blow, Mo Yong remained the same, and greeted him with two elementary sword moves.

No matter how compatible and complementary, it is also an elementary sword move, and there is an essential gap between it and the intermediate sword move.

"A sophomore at the Kendo Institute of Tianshu Academy, can you master intermediate sword moves?"

Doubts popped up in Fang Qingran's mind, and he quickly cleared them away.

Intermediate-level sword moves are very difficult for ordinary extraordinary people to acquire and master, but for these heavenly favored ones in Tianshu Academy, they are really uncommon.

Those who are more outstanding or have a better family background must at least take a high-level one as their hole card.

If it is at the level of Tianshu Shiying, maybe you will use advanced moves as your trump card and make others laugh at you.

The facts were exactly as Fang Qingran expected, Hou Yong's epee sword was destructive in the arena, no matter how Mo Yong resisted, even if he tried to change his moves midway, he ended in defeat.

The two sword blades swirled in mid-air, and after landing, they were inserted obliquely on both sides of the ring. Mo Yong, who only had two hilts left in his hand, fell face up to the ground.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving unceasingly, his eyes seemed to have lost their luster and were ashen.

"I'm right.

Double swordsmanship can only be used for performance, and it is a dead end in a real battlefield! "

Walking slowly towards the young man lying on the ring, Hou Yong shouldered the epee and grinned:
"Are you admitting defeat?"

"Cough...cough cough..." Mo Yong tilted his head to one side, "I won't admit defeat."

"Don't admit defeat..."

Hou Yong's smile froze on his face, and after a while, he suddenly laughed louder and more presumptuously:
"It's good not to admit defeat, it's good not to admit defeat!"

The laughter didn't stop, his face turned grim, and he suddenly raised his sword and slapped it down.

If this sword strikes the real point, Mo Yong's arm will have to be disabled.

For a sword repairer, what it means to have a crippled arm, no one present would be unclear.

The heavy sword fell down and magnified infinitely in front of Mo Yong's vision. He gasped for breath, clenched his teeth, and closed his eyes tightly.

One second, two seconds...

He closed his eyes and counted secretly in his heart. When he counted to ten, he still hadn't waited for the pain to come. He couldn't bear the psychological pressure and slowly opened his eyes.

The blade of the heavy sword that fell was less than a dozen centimeters away from him. However, no matter how hard Hou Yong exerted himself, this distance was like a moat, no matter how hard it was to advance.

His face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was caused by too much force or the accumulation of anger.

His eyes fell unconsciously on the culprit who stopped his behavior, and his cold voice was like a bone-chilling wind:
"Mo Yong, you still say that he is not from Hejian Society?"

"Does it have to be from the Hejian Club to do what I'm doing now?"

Pressing down on the straw hat with one hand to prevent it from being blown away by the aftermath, the pure white bathrobe fluttered up and down in the air waves, Fang Qingran put one foot on the heavy sword and raised his head to ask.

"Then..."

While speaking, Hou Yong no longer stalemate, and took half a step back, bursting with energy, swung the epee without the slightest hesitation, and slashed down again.

"……Too!"

It wasn't until this moment that many students on the Yijian stage came to their senses and looked at the culprit who caused a series of accidents on the stage.

At this moment, the other members of the Bajian Club rushed to the ring, Fang Qingran did not rush, his eyes suddenly froze.

Invisible fluctuations erupted around him, and the words of Mo Yong, who was lying dead, came to his lips, and he swallowed them back abruptly.

I seem to be saved by a freshman who just came to Kendo Academy and only met once?

and many more.

This TM is a freshman? !

Compared with him, Hou Yong, who had endured everything head-on, had a much stronger reaction.

"Kendo field?!"

His feet plowed two shallow marks on the ring, he held the epee firmly with both hands, and his face was full of dignity.

Sweeping towards the bottom of the ring from the corner of the eye, the members of Bajian Club who rushed in were all on their backs, and most of them lost consciousness under the mental shock of the field of kendo.

The other students who were not involved were only a little frightened, other than that, they had no impact at all.

"This kind of proficient control of the power of the domain is obviously not at the level of the initial achievements of the domain..."

Staring at Fang Qingran, he didn't even realize it, besides the deep fear, there seemed to be some fear in his heart.

"It's not from Hejian Club, why do you stand up for Mo Yong?"

He swallowed, trying to sound calm and calm.

"Hmm... because senior Mo is warm-hearted?"

Fang Qingran replied after simple thinking.

"Brother Fang, you are also very warm-hearted!"

Mo Yong was moved to tears.

"No, mine isn't hot."

Fang Qingran took a small step sideways calmly.

"what?"

Mo Yong scratched his head.

"In short, I understand that you are on the side of the Hedao Society, so there is no problem."

Hou Yong spoke coldly.

"You meddle in the Yijian between me and Mo Yong at will, which is trampling on the rules of the Sword Academy!"

Before Fang Qingran could speak, Mo Yong's curses spread:
"Don't come here, why do you have the face to say such things.

You, Ba Jian Club, don’t have enough out-of-the-box tricks? He Jian Club has fallen to where it is today. It’s because of the shady things you did behind the scenes, and I know it in my heart! "

He failed to buckle the hat, and was interrupted by Mo Yong. Hou Yong looked at the other party's eyes, and gradually became malicious.

This guy refused to admit defeat, he just planned to take advantage of this opportunity to end the opponent's way of swordsmanship, who knows that Cheng Yaojin will come out halfway.

On the sword fighting arena, as long as neither side admits defeat, as long as no one is killed, or the level of cruelty is reached, the academy will not intervene.

He is not a talkative character, in fact, if Cheng Yaojin who comes out is slightly weaker, he doesn't mind showing his power again.

Bajian Club's style has always been like this, and it is precisely this domineering style that has attracted many students who like this style to join the club.

"Go back in despair, how can the club leader spare me..."

Thinking of the possible punishment for mission failure, Hou Yong couldn't help but shudder, he secretly analyzed in his heart.

"Although the other party possesses powerful domain power, the spiritual fire breath he just erupted seems to have not yet reached the level of the second level..."

It feels like a fight!
With his center of gravity lowered, he slammed on the ground and accelerated to sprint along the edge of one side of the ring.

With his thick arm swinging the epee, he suddenly braked suddenly, and the edge of the sword swung a khaki-yellow halo and swept across.

Fang Qingran subconsciously leaned back, her feet were like cast iron, her body was upright like a board, leaning up like a bridge.

At this moment, the corners of Hou Yong's lips could not help but raise a touch of cunning.

The epee swept halfway, and fell straight down, stirring up a gust of wind.

This time, his target was not Fang Qingran from the beginning to the end, but Mo Yong who had already lost his combat effectiveness in the previous battle.

He didn't have much confidence in defeating the guy who used the power of the kendo field. However, as long as he could destroy Mo Yong, he would be able to explain to the head of the society if he went back today.

As for Fang Qingran, it won't be too late to do it later.

"mean!"

His behavior angered the unrelated students of the rest of the Kendo School watching the battle.

For a time, the crowd was excited, and the voice of cursing was endless.

Not daring to face a stronger opponent, but instead attacking an enemy who has lost its combat effectiveness, this is something most sword cultivators will never tolerate.

"Hmph, this is called playing tactics, what do you know!"

Hou Yong was disdainful in his heart, but he didn't dare to express his attitude, which caused a beating, and he kept silent and intensified his efforts.

The upward arc of the corner of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger, his expression was ferocious like a beast, and his eyes were fixed on the figure of the young man who was gradually covered by the heavy sword.

"This is the fate of going against the Bajian Society!"

His heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.

With such a short distance and such a short time, even the half-second reaction of the guy who mastered the field of swordsmanship was enough to settle everything.

Almost at the same moment, a soft sigh sounded in his ear:

"To deal with you, I didn't want to use a stick..."

In an instant, a silver light appeared, and Gu Donglai, who was sitting in the lounge, raised his eyelids:
"Is this the thirteen meditation moves of the Wukong Sword Sect?
not bad. "

His old god was present and nodded slightly, full of style.

In the next second, he jumped up from the sofa:
"Wait, kid Fang not only mastered it, but also seems to have cultivated this sword art to a perfect level?!"

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(End of this chapter)