Chapter 161 Quick Sword and Sword Intent

Based on his vision and judgment, Yang Jie can be said to be a master swordsman, the sword never leaves his body, and his palms are thick with calluses, which is only found in the hands of swordsmen who use swords all the year round.

And he also knew something about Yang Jie.

The brothers of the Yang family are in the Leifeng courtyard, and they are said to be a combination of swords and swords, and brothers unite in heart.

Yang Fan is good at using a knife, while Yang Jie is good at using a sword. Yang Jie's sword is called Kuaijian.

UI.

When the speed reaches a certain level, a piece of paper can penetrate mountains.

Yang Jie's quick sword is said to be unstoppable.

Kuaijian vs. Sword Intent, this match is destined to be very exciting.

Yang Jie's strength is obvious to all, and Mo Yang from the beginning to now, although his sword is rarely used, but if the sword is used, he will win.

Two talented swordsmen, who can win the game.

"Hey... A genius who comprehends the peak sword intent, I really want to know whether your sword is stronger or my quick sword is better."

"I want to know too!"

Yang Jie laughed again and said, "I'm complimenting you, you really take it seriously. Ever since I, Yang Jie, started practicing swordsmanship, no one has ever surpassed me."

"That's because you didn't meet me!"

Bass...

After the words fell, two chants sounded, the sword came out, and people moved!

The sword in Yang Jie's hand was only two fingers wide, but as soon as he entered the field, the long sword emitted a sword light, and the speed was too fast to see clearly just by drawing the sword.

At the same time, Mo Yang put away all his emotions and held the Green Flood Sword in his hand.

This battle is the most difficult one he has faced so far, Yang Jie should not be underestimated.

It's just that he is not a vegetarian.

Keng Keng two swords sounded, and the two figures in the field collided instantly.

"Yang Fan, in your opinion, can Yang Jie defeat Mo Yang?" Xiao Buyu stood under the ring and asked.

"Disaster!"

Yang Fan said directly: "Yang Jie's fast sword is indeed unstoppable, but Mo Yang's peak sword intent is even more terrifying and difficult!"

"But..." Yang Fan turned to laugh and said, "If Yang Jie wants to win, he will definitely use his favorite style, and Mo Yang will definitely lose."

"oh?"

Hearing this, Xiao Buyu smiled slightly.

Three months ago, he lost all face in front of Class Nine, but now, it's time to get back his face.

In any case, Class Four must win this battle.

His goal is senior class three, Wang Xinyu.

If he doesn't clean up that girl properly, Xiao Buyu will never have peace in his heart.

ding ding ding...

At this moment, on the ring, two figures shuttled back and forth, with shadows of swords.

Yang Jie's sword is very fast, the sword is drawn quickly, and the sword is withdrawn even faster.

But what surprised everyone was that Mo Yang's sword was also extremely fast.

"Master Pastor, look, Mo Yang..."

"Of course I don't doubt Mo Yang's swordsmanship, but he lacks much experience in battles compared to Yang Jie. This battle is considered a victory..." Mu Yun didn't say anything next.

Even if he wins this battle, Mo Yang will probably pay the price.

It's just that now, everything is undecided, human potential is unlimited, and it's all up to him to see how far Mo Yang can grow.

"Nine Heaven-killing Styles, Heaven-Slaying Style!"

With a low shout, the green flood sword in Mo Yang's hand brushed away the dragon and the snake, and the light of the sword poured out, and an invisible artistic conception enveloped the entire arena.

Sword intent!

The strength of the sword intent not only improves the progress of the warrior's own realm, but at the moment when the sword intent is displayed, the entire world is dominated by the swordsman. In the area covered by the sword intent, the swordsman is the supreme and invincible.

As soon as the sword intent came out, the speed of Yang Jie who was surrounded by Mo Yang's sword intent became sluggish in an instant.

Naturally, Mo Yang would not let go of this moment.

With a puff, catching Yang Jie's mistake, Mo Yang stabbed out with a sword, and blood flowed out along Yang Jie's arm.

Looking at the blood on his shoulder, Yang Jie smiled, and slowly put down the long sword in his hand.

"You hurt me? How dare you hurt me!"

Yang Jie laughed strangely, the speed of the long sword in his hand changed, sometimes slow, sometimes fast, like a butterfly dancing, light and ethereal.

"I wanted to play with you, but now, it's unnecessary."

Yang Jie yelled loudly and roared: "The dragon sings to the sky, the phoenix roars for thousands of miles, and the thousand-feather sword kills the god!"

With this low shout, Yang Jie's whole body rose into the air.

The swishing sword aura, with the speed of his arm swing, became faster and faster.

"That's the trick!"

Seeing this scene, Yang Fan's eyes widened and his breathing became a little short.

Swish Swish Swish...

On the arena, Yang Jie's figure flew up, sword after sword, each sword was faster than sword, the speed was getting faster and faster, the tip of the long sword, and sword energy shot out one after another.

Those sword qi, accumulated together, did not shoot at Mo Yang.

But at this time, seeing this scene, Mo Yang's expression became certain.

The Green Flood Sword slowly floated in his hand.

There are no gorgeous moves, no bright sword light, the green dragon sword, after surrounding Mo Yang's body, just quietly hovers in front of Mo Yang.

So far, Mo Yang stood in place, motionless, just looking at Yang Jie in front of him.

Most of the people in the field looked at the two of them strangely, only a few people understood that the two of them were now engaged in a final competition.

Who wins and who loses, one move determines the outcome.

"Killing God Thousand Feather Sword!"

"Sword of the Sword God!"

Two low shouts sounded at the same time.

The next moment, Yang Jie's sword energy filled the sky, like thousands of flying swords, the speed soared, and the circular rain of swords rushed directly towards Mo Yang.

At the same time, the sword light around Mo Yang was extremely fast, and they all flew towards Mo Yang.

ding ding ding...

A strange voice resounded all over Mo Yang, and those sword glows sprinted one after another, approaching Mo Yang.

Seeing that there was nothing in front of Mo Yang, only a sword floating quietly, but Yang Jie's sword light was still unable to break through the defense.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, Yang Jie's face turned pale, and he cursed secretly, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, and in an instant, the sword light all over the sky turned blood red.

thump...

Taking a step back, facing the blood-red sword light, Mo Yang's expression changed, and he took a step back.

"Although I can't kill you, the sword intent I have accumulated now is enough to seriously injure you!"

Mo Yang gave a low shout, and the long sword in his hand suddenly changed direction.

The long sword that was originally vertical turned into a horizontal one, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yang Jie.

"The game ends here!"

The corners of Mo Yang's mouth raised slightly, and the long sword stabbed out abruptly.

clatter...

In an instant, the rain of swords from the sky fell directly like heavy rain pouring down.

At this moment, the sword light all over the sky was rushing towards Yang Jie. This time, the sharpness and density of the sword light were more than ten times stronger than before, but the target of the attack turned out to be Yang Jie.

Puff puff……

The sword rain poured down, and Yang Jie wanted to avoid it, but at this moment, there was nowhere to hide.

The rain of swords all over the sky, all targets are him!

"Damn it!"

Seeing the rain of swords all over the sky, Yang Jie cursed, but it was of no avail.

He simply cannot resist.

Boom...

Finally, a bang sounded, and Yang Jie's body fell to the ground, completely fainting.

And on his body, there are dense sword marks one after another, like ants crossing a river, which makes people feel extremely terrifying.

In the first game, Class Nine won.

Mo Yang once again demonstrated his powerful swordsmanship.

The peak sword intent is extremely powerful.

"Yang Jie!"

Yang Fan stepped directly onto the ring, and carried the unconscious Yang Jie off the ring.

"Senior Class Nine, below, who dares to challenge!"

Seeing his younger brother injured like this, Yang Fan was furious.

"I'll come!" Lin Zhi replied.

"Let me do it!" But on the other side, Xiao Qingyu volunteered.

"Yang Fan's sword skills are extremely domineering, just like your marksmanship. However, his level is higher than yours after all. I will come to this battle. With my fire control skills, it is not that easy for him to get close to me."

Several people looked at each other and finally nodded.

Now that there is a lack of Mu Fengxing in the team, they will have to consider every battle in the future.

In the second round, Xiao Qingyu played.

Yang Fan's strength is recognized as the number one in the fourth senior class, his sword skills are natural, open and close, and every knife has a domineering aura.

Seeing Xiao Qingyu play, Yang Fan sneered in his heart.

Xiao Qingyu just relied on the blood of the holy beast and attacked with the beast fire of the sapphire fire unicorn, so it was nothing to worry about.

In his eyes, Mo Yang was the only one who could be called an opponent.

"Three strokes defeat you!"

Looking at Xiao Qingyu, Yang Fan snorted coldly.

"Beautiful thinking!" Xiao Qingyu also became angry when Yang Fan said so.

In Class Ninth, he was indeed not the most outstanding one, but it was impossible to easily defeat him.

The students in the first five classes are more arrogant than each other, which really makes people look very uncomfortable.

The eyes of these people grow to the ceiling!

"start!"

With the referee's order, the one-meter-long broadsword in Yang Fan's hand slashed at Xiao Qingyu without saying a word.

"Fire Spirit Dragon!"

Xiao Qingyu could back away, and two fire dragons sprang out from between his hands.

One trick, eat all over the world.

Relying on Xiao Qingyu's communication with the Sapphire Fire Qilin, he became more and more comfortable controlling the beast fire.

Two fire dragons, one attacking, the other tightly surrounding his body.

One attack and one defense, Xiao Qingyu saw it very thoroughly.

This Yang Fan is extremely fierce, and if he fights hard, it will definitely be thankless, but even if he is a long-distance attack, the combination of the fireball and the fire dragon does not give Yang Fan a chance to approach.

Being teased by Xiao Qingyu, Yang Fan's heart was filled with anger. Gradually, his sword became faster and faster.

The knife style is getting more and more fierce.

"Eighteen Forms of Mountain Opening!"

With a low shout, Yang Fan slashed at Xiao Qingyu's fire dragon with a big knife in his hand.

Every time he slashed, the temperature of the big knife in his hand rose by one point.

Gradually, the long knife in Yang Fan's hand was as red as a branding iron. With the powerful blade, combined with the domineering knife style, with the last slash, it actually forcibly split a fire dragon beside Xiao Qingyu directly.

The fire dragon disappeared, Xiao Qingyu hurriedly retreated, and fired several fireballs one after another to block Yang Fan's attack.

Everyone understands the principle of using strengths and avoiding weaknesses when warriors fight against each other.

At this moment, Yang Fan didn't have any desire to escape at all, relying solely on his own strength, he forcibly carried the high temperature of the flame.