Chapter 113 Victory

I have to say, the appearance of this transparent sword energy is really cool. Jiang Du's feet are standing firmly on the ground, like a rock.

Sen Han's sword light approached, Jiang Du's body suddenly sank, and at the same time his palm lightly patted on the sword body.

"Ding……"

The pleasant sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

The sword body trembled violently with Jiang Du's slap.

Wu Fajian surrounded Jiang Du's body, walking gossip under his feet, and the sword energy was constantly approaching Jiang Du.

Jiang Du was neither in a hurry nor impatient, whenever the sword light approached, he would raise his palm at will.

At this moment, his palm was like a warm white jade, gently slapped on the sword body, and let the long sword swing away.

This kind of close combat is the most test of people's ability to adapt to changes.

In the eyes of others, the sword energy on the martial arts field is vertical and horizontal, the light and shadow are like shuttles, and Wu Fajian's figure appears in all directions as if teleporting above.

And Jiang Du seemed to be surrounded by palms, and every time a crisp and pleasant collision sounded.

In just a few seconds, the two have already fought hundreds of times.

"Who is stronger? I can't see it!"

"Please explain!"

"At present, the two of them are only in the tentative stage, and they have not really taken out the tricks to press the bottom box, but Wu Fajian is actively attacking, and he has weapons. Jiang Du is just blindly defending with his bare hands. It should be Jiang Du who is better."

"So handsome, really, the sword is my favorite!"

In Liangwu No. 2 High School, all the students of the school had already come to the playground at this time.

On the playground, the school deliberately rented a big screen to broadcast the game.

It stands to reason that this kind of competition has nothing to do with the general high school martial arts school, but who made Liang Wu's second high school come out as Jiang Du?

The smiles on the happy faces of the school leaders never disappeared.

Seeing Jiang Du appear on the stage, there was a huge cheer in the entire martial arts field.

"Our rookie king has now entered this kind of competition, a national-level competition!"

"Little poisonous mouth, come on!"

"Little Poison Mouth will win!"

"What Shushan Sword Saint in white, bells and whistles, Jiang Du, come on and beat this pretending man to the ground."

Zhao Feihan, Luo Jun, Cheng Ba, Du Yan and others were all nervously watching the battle on the screen.

Luo Jun's eyes are even more complicated, and he is still a little dazed about what happened at these times.

How come Jiang Du, who was still fighting with him some time ago, went to the imperial capital to participate in the top talent competition in the country?

The level of escape is too great.

"Come on, come on, come on, little poisonous mouth!" Du Yan looked at Jiang Du like a little star in her heart.

Imperial Capital Arena.

Jiang Du's defense turned directly into an offense.

His fingers suddenly flicked on Wu Fajian's long sword, and the dark force poured directly into Wu Fajian's body through the long sword.

Wu Fajian inevitably trembled slightly.

Jiang Du's palm quickly turned into a phantom, and attacked Wu Fajian frantically.

The sudden attack made Wu Fajian unable to keep up. In just a few seconds, Wu Fajian kept retreating.

Finally, he revealed a flaw.

Jiang Du's fist instantly slammed into his chest through the flaw of the long sword.

Wu Fajian groaned, his body retreated a dozen steps in a row, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Sure enough, the person who won the fifth title in the favorites list is not a vain name. The switch from defense to attack just now was really wonderful, and it was amazing."

"Wu Fajian is far worse than Jiang Du in terms of combat skills alone. Even though Wu Fajian has systematically studied, the changing moves are too slow."

"Unless Wu Fajian has a powerful ultimate move, he can already be said to have lost."

Some people have already begun to draw their own conclusions.

Yes, when everyone's realm is not too different, as long as your combat skills are not as good as others, then you will lose.

Wu Fajian narrowed his eyes and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Sword Art!"

Suddenly, Wu Fajian held both swords in front of his chest with a low voice.

His palm was released, and the long sword was suspended in mid-air.

His hands kept forming imprints one after another in front of the sword body, and the imprints kept rushing into the sword body, and the sword body trembled violently.

Jiang Du looked at this miraculous scene, and was not impatient. This is the real sword art of Shushan, and it was still very magical to look at.

"rise!"

Wu Fajian let out a low drink, and the long sword suspended in front of his chest suddenly radiated a strong light, and the sword lights condensed into solid bodies quickly appeared around the long sword, exactly the same as the long sword.

Dozens of sword lights formed a circle, and in the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword pointed to Jiang Du.

"disease!"

In an instant, dozens of sword lights all rushed towards Jiang Du, and Jiang Du's body jumped up directly, dodging these dozens of sword lights.

But this Jianmang turned in the air by himself and continued to pursue Jiang Du.

Jiang Du was in the air, his palms shot out continuously, and the sword beams flew out horizontally, much dimmed, but they did not break directly.

Jiang Du's body kept retreating by the power of the sword light, and at the same time, he kept shooting the sword light out.

Above the martial arts field, the sword glow carried a white light, following it like a shadow.

"Sword Art · Thousand!"

Wu Fajian shouted again, his face paled a lot, but he pointed his finger on the sword body fiercely.

The long sword hummed.

Wu Fajian's hand grasped the hilt, and suddenly an arc was drawn, and there were shadows of the sword wherever the sword passed in the void.

"Shushan Wanjian Jue, this Wu Fajian has actually cultivated to the level of a thousand swords?"

In the audience, one of the leaders of a group of major Wuhan universities said with surprise.

"Why, Shu Wu is moved?" a middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Naturally, I am a little moved. Shushan has suppressed the Sword Prison Cave for so long, and few descendants have been born. Since there are descendants born this year, I naturally want to accept Shuwu as a student, but these people are old and stubborn. I don't know if they want to join Shu. Wu."

This is a vice-principal of Shu Wu who is in charge of recruiting. At this time, he slightly shook his head and felt helpless.

"I'm a little moved by this little guy Jiang Du. He's only 16 years old. He has already reached such a level. His talent is really appalling." The admiration that cannot be concealed in the eyes.

"This little guy is good, but at such a young age, his mind is inevitably a little immature. If he didn't give Wu Fajian a chance to use the sword, he might still win, but when Wu Fajian used the sword just now, he was waiting in front of him. It's too proud, and needs to be tempered." Another vice president of Wuhan University shook his head and said.

"What I think is that this little guy has absolute confidence. Since you think it's not good, let's say it first, don't rob me at that time." The vice president of Jinling Wuda said with a smile.

"Heh, you guy..."

From the corner of Jiang Du's vision, he saw that Wu Fajian was saving his big move, and he didn't have any thoughts of knowing him again, so he immediately used three points in his hand.

One after another sword shadow was directly smashed, and Jiang Du's fist smashed all these dozens of sword lights in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Wu Fajian let out a low drink.

"disease!"

In an instant, the sword light that had accumulated hundreds of rays turned into a torrent and rushed towards Jiang Du.

Jiang Du's feet landed on the martial arts field, and he suddenly let out a low roar.

His arms were open, and a red mask appeared directly above his head, covering his entire body.

The dense rays of light stabbed on the mask fiercely, and the picture seemed to freeze for a moment.

All the audience's eyes were fixed on this collision to see who would win and who would lose.

"break!"

A drop of sweat fell from Jiang Du's forehead, and then he let out a low growl.

"boom!"

The entire blood-red mask exploded completely, and then the sword light was swept away.

Powerful air waves rushed towards Wu Fajian frantically.

Wu Fajian could only hold the long sword on his chest, but then he was hit and flew out, and a mouthful of blood spit out in the air.

Wu Fajian flew out of the martial arts arena, Jiang Du was just pale, and his clothes were not rotten.

Who is strong and who is weak can be seen at a glance.

"Ding, get a victory, skill point +10!"

The system prompt sounded in Jiang Du's mind.

Jiang Du was stunned for a moment, then laughed.

As expected of a national-level competition, 10 skill points were awarded for just one victory.

Before becoming the first place in the knockout, the system also awarded ten skill points.

Now Jiang Du's skill points have reached 61 points.

"Jiang Dusheng!"

The referee announced the result of the match.

Jiang Du smiled at Wu Fajian and walked off the ring.

Wu Fajian's face was bitter, even a little dazed.

Are the young people in China now so strong? He went down the mountain this time with the intention of challenging the heroes of the world to hone their sword intent.

It felt pretty good at first. He entered the bandit's den alone, and he was in the limelight without a second, making Wu Fajian high-spirited.

After all, there are a few people in the world who can kill the golden body in the realm of rebirth.

But he didn't expect to participate in the National Talented Martial Artist League, his goal was to be number one.

But the first game was lost.

And it also convinced Wu Fajian of defeat.

The other party was upright and upright, and even his strongest attack was taken down without a single point, so there was nothing to be convinced.

Liangjun Second High, at this time the whole playground was full of joy.

"If I win, I know that Xiao Duzui is the best. I look forward to Xiao Duzui coming back with a national championship."

"Jiang Du is awesome!"

"Invincible and invincible, even if your swordsmanship is sky-high, I will break it by myself, cow!"

"Jiang Du, Xiao Duzui, I want to marry you..."

"What are you thinking, who doesn't know that Jiang Du and Ning Xue are a couple."

"Can't the old lady be young?"

Jiang Du won the victory, and several leaders of Wuhan University put their eyes on Jiang Du and showed a "loving" smile.

In their hearts, they have already begun to contemplate whether to dig Jiang Du in advance.

After all, even if Jiang Du won't win the championship this time, but the opponent's age is only 16, the next National Talented Martial Artist League will definitely be the first!

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