Invincibility starts from the swallowing of time and space

Chapter 32 A Fair Battle

After Zhao Qingyun's words fell, Lu Ming felt the aura of the two people around him suddenly change, as sharp as a knife, and a bloody wind hit his face.

There is no need to ask, Lu Ming also knows that these two are ruthless characters who have killed people, and there is more than one.Such people are even more dangerous than the pampered Ninth Grade Consummation like Sun Qinglian, because they are better at killing skills.

Of course, the strength of Lang Song and Wang Zhaodi is still inferior to that of Sun Qinglian.The gap between the late stage of the ninth rank and the perfection of the ninth rank can hardly be bridged by just being ruthless.

"Lang Song, why don't you come first?" Wang Zhaodi bypassed Lu Ming and challenged Lang Song directly.

"Of course, if anyone wins by chance afterwards, they will have to fight Brother Lu again." Lang Song did not refuse, and complied.

Lu Ming knew that the two of them were still giving way to him, and the one who went first would naturally expose more methods, and would be easily injured, consume energy and blood, and naturally lose the opportunity.

Lu Ming didn't try to be brave either, but clasped fists at the two of them respectively, which was regarded as a gesture of kindness.

Without further ado, the two came to the center of the Martial Arts Field, each holding a lancet made of a demon-suppressing officer, facing each other at a distance of [-] zhang.

Both of them were dressed in brocade clothes of Zhenyaosi. Wang Zhaodi was radiant with heroism, and Lang Song was calm and relaxed. Facing the sunshine of early spring, they dragged their knives out, and the golden light filled the air.

Lu Ming watched the battle carefully and made a judgment immediately.Lang Song's agility is just like cloud and smoke steps, his figure is as ethereal as smoke, and he even hides the blade in it, ready to go.Lu Ming, who had already hung the Yunyan Step to perfection, could tell at a glance that Lang Song had reached the state of great accomplishment in this body technique.

On the other hand, Wang Zhaodi was not so gentle, but kicked off the ground very violently, like a cannon ejected from the chamber, went straight, flew ten feet into the sky and then smashed down.

"Explosive step! It should be a great success." Although Lu Ming has never practiced this movement technique, he has seen other people perform it.

Explosive steps are completely different from the ethereal and invisible steps of Yunyan steps, and they pay more attention to explosive power. Cooperating with Wang Zhaodi's mountain-opening knife technique at this time, it can be said to be a big opening and closing, and to exert one's own strength to the extreme.

Explosive steps and mountain-opening swordsmanship are full of explosive power, which can be said to be the best among the nine-rank swordsmanship, but at the same time, these two are also the most terrifying in consuming and squeezing blood, and are more suitable for quick battles.

Facing Wang Zhaodi's thunderous strike, Lang Song's figure became more erratic, as if he wanted to avoid his sharp edge.

However, Wang Zhaodi, who had already drawn her sword, followed closely, her toes slammed on the ground, and her figure shot out again, followed by a sweeping long sword, covering all the space that Lang Song could move.

Faced with such an outrageous knife, Lang Song couldn't dodge any longer, he saw a crescent moon suddenly lit up in his ethereal figure like a cloud, and his use of softness to overcome rigidity actually deflected Wang Zhaodi's saber light by a bit.

At the same time, Lang Song's figure followed that explosive force, drifting backwards like a fallen leaf, not giving Wang Zhaodi a chance to use his sword at all.

"This is the Fallen Leaf Knife Technique. It uses softness to overcome rigidity to prevent attacks. It is very difficult." At this time, a familiar voice sounded in Lu Ming's ear, and Zhao Qingyun had come to him at some point.

"Thank you, master, for reminding me." How could Lu Ming fail to see that Zhao Qingyun was pointing him out, after all, he was going to face one of these two people soon.

Zhao Qingyun did not respond, and returned to the appearance that it had nothing to do with him.Lu Ming's heart warmed slightly, and he knew Zhao Qingyun a little better.

On the martial arts arena, Wang Zhaodi was already furious. It is true that her sword skills are sharp and explosive.But Lang Song never confronted her head-on, the key was that both Yunyanbu and Fallen Leaf Saber were subtly restraining her, which always made her feel oppressed that she had nowhere to use her strength.

"It's time to decide the winner." Lu Ming secretly sighed in his heart, Wang Zhaodi's energy and blood were consumed too much, and it seemed that he was already weak.

Lang Song is too stable, even if he is scolded by Wang Zhaodi, he still retreats again and again, just defending, fighting a protracted war of attrition.

In this way, Wang Zhaodi couldn't last long at all, and it was only a matter of time before she lost.

Sure enough, on the martial arts arena, Wang Zhaodi caught up with Lang Song again, and when the long knife slashed down, it was obvious that there was no such violent momentum, but a slight flaw appeared instead.

It was at this time that Lang Song, who had been maintaining a defensive posture, finally took the initiative to make a move. The Fallen Leaf Blade Technique is good at defense, but it doesn't mean that it is not sharp.On the contrary, when the sharpness is revealed, it is like a cold light suddenly appearing, and it is even more vicious and ruthless.

That cold light pierced people's eyes, and instantly pierced through Wang Zhaodi's flaws, stinging on her wrist holding the knife.

Ding!
The lancet came out, and a trace of blood oozed from Wang Zhaodi's wrist, but obviously Lang Song kept his hand, so the artery was not injured.

Lang Song put away the knife and stood up, picked up the lancet on the ground, handed it back, and said with a gentle smile, "I've accepted it."

"Hmph! Like a turtle with a shrunken head, if you have the ability to head-to-head with me, do it again." Wang Zhaodi obviously didn't appreciate it, and she was not convinced, and snatched her lancet angrily and said.

Most of the town demon envoys watching the battle laughed, obviously they all knew Wang Zhaodi's temperament, but no one stood up to echo her.

How could these town demon envoys who were licking their blood with their swords not understand that if you lose, you lose. How can a real battle give you another chance?

Wang Zhaodi knew she was in the wrong, so she didn't bother, she just walked back sullenly with her knife in her hand, and when she walked past Lu Ming, she gritted her teeth and said, "Little brother Lu, help me beat him up... Sigh, forget it, don't you It's good to be injured."

Obviously, Wang Zhaodi didn't think that Lu Ming had the ability to vent her anger on her behalf, so she felt a little embarrassed and patted Lu Ming on the shoulder after speaking.

"Sister Wang, if I beat him up for you, you have to treat him to a drink." Lu Ming didn't take it seriously, and made a joke, indicating that he was not angry because of the other party's contempt.

"Go, don't be too desperate." Zhao Qingyun urged, and reminded in a low voice.

Lu Ming cupped his fists at Zhao Qingyun, and saluted Tie Lihua, who was squinting and resting in the distance, before he walked steadily into the martial arts arena.

"Senior." Lu Ming also stood fifty feet away from Langsong, clasped his fists politely, but did not draw his sword.

"Brother Lu, please make a move." Lang Song humbly said after returning the salute.

Lu Ming shook his head slightly. Instead, he sat cross-legged on the ground in full view of everyone, with his sword on his knees, and said with a smile, "Senior, please restore your vitality first. I just want a fair fight."

"This little fool blinded my strength for nothing." On the promenade, Wang Zhaodi, who was recovering her vitality, rolled her big eyes and said angrily.

"I think brother Xiao Lu did the right thing, otherwise, even if he beats my brother, I won't accept it, and I will fight him again." Niu Bi kept nodding, eager to try.

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