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"Some people are already saying on the Internet that the people in our Tianyang Martial Arts School are too rubbish. It's too much! Don't they know that we have students who can't fight?"

The people of Yunyang City exchanged angrily and were very dissatisfied with the comments on the Internet.

In the corner of the stand, Nangong Yao and Ye Nianhan both saw the haughty and disdainful lips of Xiyang Martial Arts School, and they were so angry that they wanted to go down and make gestures with them on the spot!

"If Miss Ben hadn't been injured, I would have taken their teeth out!"

Xiao Lingyuan suppressed her anger and roared.

Practitioners tend to recover from injuries much faster than normal people, but what they faced at the beginning was a heaven-rank warrior whose strength far surpassed theirs, and they were seriously injured. With the treatment level of the city of Yunyang, they wanted to be cured in just a dozen days Some dying people are nothing more than idiots.

They are recovering very well now that they can walk freely, but if they use their spiritual power, their meridians are likely to suffer more serious injuries.

Yunxi propped his head up, thinking in his heart that he has received some confessions one after another these days, and his points have already reached 3500 points. As long as he works harder, he might be able to save up to 5000 points in a few days, and then exchange for another one After three years of cultivating as a pill, one should be able to directly step into the rank of heavenly martial artist!

A suspicious voice rang out on the competition stage, and Yunxi suddenly came back to his senses, and heard Xiao Lingyuan's surprise in his ear: "Why is Senior Yuan Liang playing today?"

Yunxi twirled her hair with Panasonic, and looked towards the competition stage.

Yuan Liang was already standing on the competition stage, facing a boy of the sixth grade.

There were many doubts in the field, not only Xiao Lingyuan, but many people had the same doubts. It was no secret that Yuan Liang and the others decided to take part in the battle with injuries, and few people present did not know.

The people of Yunyang City were all moved by their bravery, but even if they were to appear on stage, it shouldn't be today.

Even people who can't practice know that if you rest for one more day, your injury will get better.

The Sunset Martial Arts School obviously didn't expect Yuan Liang to appear on the stage today. The boy who was the opponent was startled at first, but soon relaxed.

The other party was just a wounded person, and he had nothing to be afraid of.

He saluted calmly: "Lin Mu."

Yuan Liang's face still remained pale: "Yuan Liang."

The referee said leisurely: "The game, start!"

At the sound of the referee's order, both of them immediately took out their weapons, both of which were simple iron swords.

It was not Lin Mu who took the initiative to attack, but the wounded Yuan Liang.

The moment Yuan Liang took out the sword, Yuan Liang had already rushed out, the invisible spiritual power stretched out, and he used all his strength for the first blow.

Quick fight.

Anyone can see Yuan Liang's tactics.

Lin Mu is no exception.

Seeing Yuan Liang rushing forward, Lin Mu didn't even hesitate, and retreated directly behind him.

There was a crisp beep.

Lin Mu blocked Yuan Liang's sword and immediately distanced himself from him, not intending to confront him head-on.

But Yuan Liang obviously didn't intend to let him go. Yuan Liang made a sharp turn and flew out like an arrow from the string. The spiritual power was attached to the sword, and his speed of swinging the sword instantly increased several times.

Lin Mu was startled, and didn't dare to hold back any energy left. He stepped back and swung his sword to resist.

On the entire martial arts arena, two figures chased each other, and the sword shadows met, making crisp and clear tremors continuously.

In this pursuit, it was Lin Mu who gradually fell into the disadvantaged.

"Isn't Yuan Liang injured? How can he still exert such a strong force?"

Ordinary people who don't know why ask such questions.

"Never mind him! Come on, it's over! Yuan Liang, come on!"

"Yuan Liang! Come on! We must win!"

Gradually, seeing Yuan Liang's heart-stirring performance, the audience couldn't help shouting wildly, their voices tearing apart the evening sun and reaching the sky.

Even on the rest platform of Tianyang Martial Arts School, those students couldn't help shouting.

There was only silence in a shadowed corner.

Xiao Lingyuan and Nangongyao held the armrests of the seats tightly, their faces were rather anxious, even Ye Nianhan was a little worried.

They, who were also injured, knew very well how much damage Yuan Liang would cause to himself if he fought like this.

For the first time, Yunxi's eyes changed to a certain extent because of this senior who had confessed to her many times.

on the rostrum.

Tan Rui said softly: "He is holding his breath, and if the breath is gone, he may not be able to hold it."

Tan Yong also nodded: "Hehe, Brother Song is a pretty good student, but I don't know whether Brother Song's students let go of this anger first, or my students lost first."

Song Zhenghai didn't answer. He looked nervously at the figure in the field. With his eyesight, he could see that Yuan Liang's sword speed was already showing signs of slowing down. But there is no sign of failure.

Hold on!Yuan Liang!

Song Zhenghai prayed in his heart.

Chapter 23 Yuan Liang

At dusk, the arena of the Tianyang Martial Arts School was dyed red like blood by the setting sun, and the battle between the arenas was extremely anxious.

Yuan Liang shot out like rain, trying to block Lin Mu's every escape route, but regardless of his injuries, even if he was in the prime of his integrity at this time, Lin Mu was only a little behind him.

A martial artist is not a spiritual one, and a small level cannot bring about a substantial difference.

The main reason why Lin Mu fell into such a passive position was because Yuan Liang's attack was too fast or even hasty, one sword after another without interruption.

Yuan Liang held his breath, and he didn't intend to give Lin Mu a chance to catch his breath before the breath dissipated.

Ding!

There was another soft sound, and Lin Mu retreated several steps. When he looked back, he saw that the edge of the arena was already behind him, and if he stepped back again, he would be leaving the arena.

This means he will lose.

There was no need to think about what to do next, Yuan Liang had already rushed up again, swinging his iron sword horizontally, and did not give him a chance to hesitate at all.

Lin Mu mobilized the spiritual power in his body as quickly as possible, and the pure white spiritual power was attached to the blade of the sword. He, who had been dodging to avoid it, finally used all his strength.

The robe shook, Lin Mu held the sword in both hands, and slashed from bottom to top.

When the two swords clashed, what came out was not the previous sword cry, but a violent explosion, the crackling sound of spiritual power.

boom!

The ground of the martial arts arena cracked, and smoke and dust swept away in an instant.

The smoke and dust were so thick that no one could see clearly what was inside, and after the smoke and dust cleared, everyone who watched was trembling.

Yuan Liang's sword was still slashing at Lin Mujian, but his hand holding the sword was trembling violently, blood was already flowing down from the corner of his mouth, and tiny bloodstains appeared on the skin of his body.

The sword was blocked, and Yuan Liang's internal injuries also broke out. He has reached his limit to be able to endure such pain and fight until now, but he was still a little short after all.

Without any mercy, Lin Mu kicked Yuan Liang hard.

When the iron sword was released, Yuan Liang flew upside down like a kite with a broken string and hit the ground.

The deadly atmosphere spread in the arena, and the surroundings were full of unwilling and regretful eyes.

Song Zhenghai sighed silently: "Son, it's okay, you've worked very hard."

Tan Yong seemed to be talking to himself from the side: "It's a pity, it's a pity, it took so much effort, and it even made the internal injury worse, and we still lost! Alas! It's a pity, it's a pity!"

However, there was no regret at all in his expression and tone.

"how so!"

Xiao Lingyuan looked at the scene in the field, her words were full of unwillingness, only they understood how much perseverance and determination Yuan Liang needed to drag this breath to the present, but in the end the result in exchange was still the word failure.

How to make people willing.

Yunxi looked at Yuan Liang lying on the ground, silent for a long time.

The referee of the exchange meeting was the teacher of Tianyang Martial Arts School. When he saw Yuan Liang fainted, he immediately shouted: "The match is over, Sunset Martial Arts School..."

The referee's voice suddenly fell silent, because there was an extremely weak but strong voice on the stage.

"I... haven't... lost..."

The body was trembling, Yuan Liang stood up tremblingly, blood flowed from his mouth, nose, eyes and ears, his injuries were already very serious.

The referee looked at him who might fall at any moment, and said, "Yuan Liang, you have done your best, enough is enough."

But Yuan Liang didn't pay attention to him, he was still standing, even though his whole body was bent because of the pain in his body, he still stood there, with flames rising in his eyes.

In the silence, a soft and pleasant voice suddenly came from the stands: "If you don't fall to the ground and stand up for ten seconds, you are not considered a loser."

Hearing this, the referee looked towards the auditorium, but couldn't find the speaker. He sighed dejectedly and backed away.

"The game continues."

At this moment, not to mention the audience present, even the netizens who watched the live broadcast on the Internet were sweating in their hearts.

Lin Mu pointed his sword at Yuan Liang, who was extremely embarrassed, without concealing the contempt in his heart, and said disdainfully: "It's asking for trouble!"

The faded spiritual power erupted again, and this time, Lin Mu took the lead.

The battles of earth-level warriors are often life-and-death fights, and the battles are all skills, and rarely spiritual skills.

Lin Mu was not quick to draw his sword, but the intimidating heaviness could be felt hundreds of meters away. He swung his sword towards Yuan Liang's waist without reservation.

The weapons used in the exchange meeting are all unopened blunt weapons, and the sword is also a blunt sword. It can be cut so hard that two people can be broken in half.

The referee stared at the two people in the field, with spiritual power surging in his body, ready to rescue them at any time.

But when everyone thought Yuan Liang couldn't catch Lin Mu's sword, the shadow of the sword whirled, and Lin Mu's sword crossed Yuan Liang's shadow and landed in the air.

"what happened?"

Yuan Liang's speed at this moment was beyond everyone's expectations!

Lin Mu turned around abruptly.

Yuan Liang had already taken back his sword, and flames rose from the sword.

Lin Mu suddenly said in shock: "Are you crazy?!"

Yuan Liang exhaled lightly, and the air dispersed in the air, extremely hot.

Yuan Liang's talent is considered superior among his peers. His family is not rich, so the exercises that can be given to him are only the lowest level. Therefore, in order to go further in the future, Yuan Liang has not had any skills until now. Have learned any exercises.

His spiritual power should be transparent and colorless.

But now it has turned into a raging flame, and there is only one possibility leading to this result.

"Brother Song, is it possible that your student is crazy? A mere exchange meeting, and even the fire is burning in his heart! Is he dying?"

On the rostrum, Tan Yong said to Song Zhenghai in a very bad tone.

Song Zhenghai kept his eyes on the competition stage, with tears in his eyes: "This is his own choice, he is not crazy."

"This child is too impulsive and has no foresight."

After Tan Rui made a simple comment, he stopped talking.

He propped his head, his expression was indifferent, but he was thinking about who the person who made the sound just now was, and he always felt a little familiar.

"Why did he even burn in his heart?"

Still in that dark corner, Nangong Yao spoke in surprise.

Heart fire is something that everyone has, it symbolizes a person's longevity.

Burning heart fire can greatly increase one's own state power, but the price is that one's lifespan will be greatly shortened.

Burning heart fire is often a choice that people make when they are in a desperate situation, and Yuan Liang actually made such a decision at this time.

It's just an exchange meeting, is it necessary?

No one could get Yuan Liang's response, because his heart was burning, and he had already launched the clarion call to counterattack again.

The flames were raging, and in just a few breaths, Yuan Liang made dozens of swords, and every sword he made, both in speed and strength, far exceeded the previous ones.

Lin Mu tried his best to dodge, but eventually there was nowhere to hide.

There was another shock, and a violent tremor came along the blade, Lin Mu's mouth shook, and his five fingers were forced to move away because they couldn't bear the force.

The iron sword flew out, and his tiger's mouth was full of blood.