Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

"I haven't seen you for a few days, brother seems to be handsome again."

In a corner of the venue, two girls were whispering.

"Yang Shiyun, Zhao Cheng is not your own brother, what is your name? I am my own!"

"I call him Zhao Cheng, and you have to call him Zhao Cheng too!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang looked at his idiotic friend next to him with vigilant eyes, and at the same time, he missed his former idiot even more in his heart.

At that time, being stupid was a little bit stupid, but it was better to be safe.

"Xiao Xiang, this is not good!"

"It seems to be against my ladylike style."

Yang Shiyun said seriously.

When she was speaking, she subconsciously looked at the white-clothed boy in the field. Although he was only wearing a simple kendo uniform, with short hair and no extra decorations on his body, he just looked and looked good.

When Mingming met for the first time, he just felt that the other party was a steady and big boy, but in a short period of time, it seemed to be a piece of jade. After the stone skin on the surface was worn away, it immediately became bright and dazzling.

It seemed that the hero she was dreaming of was like this, with a light on his body and attracting everyone's attention.

Now that she is reflecting on it, she feels that her biggest problem at the moment is that she met too late, otherwise she would come to a young girl early, who is her opponent? !

As for Zhao Xiaoxiang, think of a way in the future, just marry her far away, it's not a big problem.

Of course, similar ideas are more like a joke-like fantasy.

"Just you, lady?!"

Zhao Xiaoxiang responded.

"It's Zhao Cheng who said that he just came out to play for a few days, and ended up playing in the finals."

"If Big Data hadn't pushed me about the Junior Cup two days ago, I wouldn't have known that he came here to withdraw money."

Zhao Xiaoxiang complained.

"It's the essence of what you use to withdraw money."

Yang Shiyun took it for granted, they had all attended the Qingyuan Sword Dao Exam before.

I even heard the comments of some instructors, under the swordsman, there are not many opponents to be found.

And Zhao Cheng's performance in the two days of the main game was indeed the same. No matter how his opponent performed in the previous game, to Zhao Cheng, there was no difference.

"However, in just a few days, earning more than one million yuan, with strong sword skills, making money is easy."

Zhao Xiaoxiang muttered.

She is not a fan of money, and her family has never been short of pocket money. For more than one million yuan, her only feeling is that it is too much.

"Indeed, it's enough for my pocket money for a year."

Yang Shiyun was deeply convinced, and continued.

"???"

Zhao Xiaoxiang turned his head and found that his good partner did not learn from Fan, but really thought so.

...

In another corner, Yan Sisi and her friends were also muttering, but the content was subtly different.

"Wow!"

"The duel between the beautiful men, the sympathy after the duel, and then the story begins!"

"Even if they haven't started fighting, I seem to think of the follow-up story."

"No, no, no, no! Just thinking about it makes my brain tremble!"

Yan Sisi said cracklingly, her eyes looked at the field, as if she was shining.

"That's right! That's right!"

"Beautiful men fight, how can there be a sincere relationship between a beautiful man and a beautiful man, it's so intense!"

"Your bosom, is it serious?!"

Yan Sisi's friends also echoed.

...

In the field, the two walked onto the field and finally stood still.

"Your sword is very strong!"

Before the start bell rings, there's a brief time gap during which you can strike up a conversation with your opponent or disrupt them with trash talk.

To be easily irritated can only prove that spiritual practice is not enough.

Of course, in China, there are very few similar things. The culture of Yanhuang is more gentle. Gentleness is not gentleness, but a kind of broadness.

Overseas, their cultural style is even more extreme, most of them are people who practice swords but not morality, so some of their games usually start with scolding.

Of course, this is when the game is said.

If it was a real life-and-death battle, Yanhuang's method of swearing would be much more violent than those few words back and forth from overseas, and it would only be used in competitions, not just that.

Pursuit of victory, but not the pursuit of victory by all means, there is a degree.

Wang Zhongjing's voice resounded throughout the venue through the hidden microphone in the venue.

His voice was calm and powerful. Although in Zhao Cheng's opinion, his temperament was a bit weak, compared to his peers around him, he was indeed young and mature.

"Your heart is sincere."

Zhao Cheng responded and affirmed it.

After meeting the opponent, Zhao Cheng could feel the sincerity and sincerity towards the sword through the spirit of the opponent.

Come to think of it, it was this kind of sincerity that created his current swordsmanship.

The basic swordsmanship of around level 13 may not seem to be very high, but it is only compared with Zhao Cheng, a blatant cheater.

For a young man with a fair talent in swordsmanship, if he wants to have such swordsmanship at the age of the opponent, he must practice diligently every day.

The opponent was able to be turned into a star swordsman by the organizer, not only because of his good image, the key is that his own character is also strong enough.

After the voice fell, the two stopped talking, and there was nothing more to say.

Compared with all kinds of verbal communication, any communication is actually not worth speaking with a sword in hand.

Jingle Bell!

A rush of bells rang through the venue, and Zhao Cheng drew out his sword. As he stepped forward, it seemed that the sword in his hand was driving Zhao Cheng to move out of thin air.

This sword is not Zhao Cheng's ultimate move, the secret sword Thunder.

The ultimate move is too violent, the sword is intended to kill people, even if it is Zhao Cheng, he can let it go or not.

With his current strength, even if he was holding a wooden sword and the opponent was still wearing protective gear, he might be hacked to death.

Killing without a blade!

In Wang Zhongjing's feeling, Zhao Cheng's sword could only be seen vaguely with his eyesight, but the most terrifying thing was the spiritual feeling.

In this sword, there seems to be endless killing, the blood and bones cast the sword, and the sword cuts the universe.

Such an imposing manner, such a sword intent, was simply something he had never seen in his life.

The opponents he has encountered in the past, even if they have exquisite swordsmanship, each has their own momentum, but they lack the most important killing of blood and fire.

This kind of intention, this kind of thought, does not seem to be something that can be forged in this era.

But he is a person with a firm will, even if his heart is suppressed, he will never lose the courage to draw a sword because of this.

He raised his sword to meet it, but found that he was too slow.

boom!

With a crisp sound, the fierce wind that hits the face stopped abruptly, the momentum was huge, but it stopped and was light.

Zhao Cheng retracted his sword, and following the referee's shout: "Zhao Chengsheng", the audience, after a brief silence, immediately burst into applause.