Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 21: ? It’s okay, you can still lie down

Today's weather is a bit dull. In the sky, thick dark clouds are rolling like thick ink dripping into clear water.

Depressed, cramped, making people feel out of breath.

Shushan Daping.

The first stage of the Xuan group.

Around the arena, many people were besieged. Compared to the first round where no one cared, the second round of the competition was already highly anticipated. Follow the students to watch the second round.

This kind of game watching also has a lot of learning effects for the students.

What's more, this is the first match of the mysterious group, which is the two academy teams that advanced with a complete victory in the first round.

Luojiang Academy and Donglu Academy, among which Donglu Academy is an old school that is qualified to challenge Chang'an Academy. Therefore, many students are looking forward to this battle, thinking that this battle should be very exciting!

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi was dressed in white and carried a sword case on his back. When he looked at Lin Yun who was standing on the ring, his brows were slightly frowned.

Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil, also had her eyes fixed: "This student from Donglu Academy..."

Before Jiang Linglong finished speaking, Wen Jiaoxi turned his head and looked over: "You feel it too? This Lin Yun... has a strong smell of blood on his body."

Jiang Linglong nodded solemnly.

Fang Lang on the side also put away his smile when he heard the conversation between the two.

"Have you ever killed someone?"

Wen Jiaoxi glanced at Fang Lang: "Is it strange to have killed someone? Practice... is not a romantic thing."

Wen Jiaoxi just said a word, and Fang Lang took a deep breath.

Fang Lang looked up at the ring, and looked at Liu Bubai who was standing opposite Lin Yun, with a slightly dignified expression. So... Liu Bubai is likely to lose?

It's so miserable...

In the first show, I met such an opponent.

Fang Lang couldn't help but mourn in silence for Liu Bubai.

A young man who wanted to take him to lie down and win was not very lucky.

……

On the ring.

Liu Bubai was dressed in a strong outfit, holding a luxurious long sword, with a handsome face, his head raised, and confident.

"Luojiang Academy, Liu Bubai, a nine-stage swordsman."

On the opposite side of Liu Bubai, Lin Yun from Donglu Academy grinned: "The skin is tender and tender, and the sound should be nice when you cut it with a sword."

Liu Bubai raised his head, squinted his eyes, his whole body was tense, and he felt a sense of crisis.

"Donglu Academy, Lin Yun."

Dragging the rusty iron sword, Lin Yun stretched out his tongue and licked his lips, but he didn't report his cultivation level, with a half-smile on his face.

Liu Bubai ignored it, raised the gorgeous long sword in his hand, and made a fencing gesture.

In fact, Liu Bubai's swordsmanship level has also improved a lot during the three days of special training taught by Wen, and he is very confident.

However, Lin Yun inexplicably gave him a sense of oppression.

In the sky, black clouds billowed.

It seems that there is thunder roaring in it.

There was a low-pitched wind howling, and the sand and rocks blowing all over the ground were rolling, making a rustling sound.

The battle on the ring broke out instantly.

The sword in Liu Bubai's hand was drawn out, causing a sonic boom. Neither of them used their cultivation. However, relying on swordsmanship alone is actually extremely dangerous, and a little carelessness will involve life safety.

Liu Bubai's sword attack was like a storm, but Lin Yun just raised the rusty iron sword and easily blocked it.

"Too slow, too weak."

"Is this the level of Luojiang Academy?"

"What a disappointment!"

Lin Yun held the thick rusty iron sword with one hand, half-hid his cheek behind the sword, stared at Liu Bubai who kept drawing the sword, and laughed coldly.

Liu Bubai's face was cold, the more he beat him, the more dignified he became, the more ugly his face became.

Because, Liu Bubai could feel that Lin Yun's actual combat experience is very rich, and he can block his attack with the minimum strength and cost. , but Lin Yun is still able to handle it with ease.

And Lin Yun kept spitting out words of ridicule, constantly stimulating Liu Bubai.

Liu Bubai forced himself to calm down, but the sword technique in his hand still did not become chaotic.

The swordsmanship genius of Luojiang Academy is not in vain after all.

Lin Yun was also aware of this, and curled his lips boredly.

At the next moment, the original defensive posture changed, like a fierce tiger, the **** aura on his body gushed out, and Liu Bubai was stunned by the attacking action.

And Lin Yun took advantage of this opportunity to bully Liu Bubai's body in an instant.

The extremely heavy rusty iron sword in his hand was thrown out suddenly.

It hit Liu Bubai fiercely.

Liu Bu turned white, and raised the sword in his hand to block the sword.

When!

With a crisp sound, Liu Bubai only felt that the tiger's mouth holding the sword was numb, and he took several steps back.

Lin Yun's sword is an epee, and Liu Bubai could hardly bear it after such a smash. Bai also improved a lot, and immediately switched from offense to defense.

The rapier swung, airtight.

"Hey, do you know how to defend?"

Lin Yun grinned, revealing a serious smile, like a jackal with everything in control, watching the prey step by step into the trap he set up.

Lin Yun held the rusty iron sword with his backhand, and stabbed out.

Liu Bubai fought back with his sword.

However, the next moment, the willow will not turn white.

However, Lin Yun threw the sword violently, and the metal hilt slashed across an arc, hitting him **** the head.

Flesh and bruises!

The blood-stained hilt bounced back into Lin Yun's hand.

The blood streaked across the arc and stained Lin Yun's face, which seemed to stimulate Lin Yun's excitement.

The dense clouds were roaring, extremely oppressive.

Liu Bubai was a little dazed by Lin Yun's epee hilt, he shook his head, and blood dripped on the ring.

"Aren't you going to admit defeat?"

Lin Yun held the epee and showed an exaggerated expression.

Liu Bubai raised his head, held the sword in his hand, and admitted defeat?

He can't admit defeat, this is his first battle!

Before the game, he also said that he would lead Fang Lang to lie down and win, but he lost the first game... What face does he have?

Could it be that he, Liu Bubai, became the one who was taken to lie down instead?

How could he choose to lie down and win? !

That's not his style!

"Continue."

Liu Bubai wiped off the blood, held the sword tenaciously, and said coldly.

Lin Yun grinned and swooped out instantly, full of pressure.

The rusty iron sword that was dragging was also thrown out fiercely.

Lin Yun's movements were reflected in Liu Bubai's eyes. The next moment, he stepped sideways and stabbed the sword in his hand to the ground.

The blade of the sword bends in a huge arc.

This is Liu Bubai's bottom-of-the-box sword skill.

There was a clear sword cry.

With a flash of sword light, Lin Yun felt the danger, and raised his iron sword. However, the sword light was drawn on his iron sword, but it bent, bent an arc, and swept across Lin Yun's chest.

A flower of blood exploded in Lin Yun's chest instantly.

Lin Yun stared at his bleeding chest, a strange and crazy smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

Boom!

Lin Yun's speed suddenly increased, he swung his epee and slashed his head, Liu Bubai also stabbed out with a sword, but soon, Liu Bubai changed, because Lin Yun didn't dodge or dodge at all, as if Not afraid of death.

Liu Bubai's face was pale, and he could only hold his sword to block back!

However, Lin Yun repeated his old trick.

The rusty iron sword fell down, the hilt popped out, and hit Liu Bubai's head again.

Blood blooms!

The hilt bounced back, Lin Yun slapped again, and the hilt hit Liu Bubai's head again!

Poof! puff! puff!

Once! twice!

Three times!

The sound of bone cracking spread from the arena in an instant.

The surroundings of the arena fell into a deadly silence, and many of the onlookers were stunned.

Many students who watched such a **** scene trembled physically and mentally.

Under the ring.

Wen Jiaoxi's eyes instantly became extremely sharp, and the whole body was filled with endless low air pressure.

Jiang Linglong was wearing a veil and couldn't see her face clearly, but her eyes could be seen getting colder and colder.

Fang Lang clenched his fists.

There is a strong and burning smell of blood in the air.

There was also Lin Yun's crazy laughter from the arena.

This is a tease.

Liu Bubai gritted his teeth and refused to admit defeat. He swung his sword stubbornly, while Lin Yun kept using his sword skills, smashing out the hilt of the sword and beating Liu Bubai's head in a playful way.

Liu Bubai still did not admit defeat even though blood was flowing and his face was pale.

There was no danger of life, and the referee of Jianshu Sect did not choose to make a move.

However, everyone watching this scene was silent.

Under the ring.

Teacher Wen slapped the edge of the arena with his palm, and the bricks and stones of the arena cracked.

"Admit defeat."

Teacher Wen said in a low voice.

The moment Wen Jiaoxi conceded defeat, the referee of Jianshu Sect appeared in front of Lin Yun as if teleported, and grabbed Lin Yun's blood-stained sword hilt.

"Enough."

"The first match, Donglu Academy, wins."

The referee glanced at Lin Yun and said.

On the other side, Liu Bubai had a bruised nose and a swollen face, his forehead was **** and blood was dripping down his cheeks, and he staggered.

"Come on, you... you come here again?!"

Liu Bubai was still shouting.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong appeared beside Liu Bubai at the same time.

Both of them looked very ugly.

"Me?"

Fang Lang and Jiang Linglong almost spoke in unison ~IndoMTL.com~ The two were startled.

After that, Jiang Linglong's long eyelashes trembled, and he took a step back without arguing with Fang Lang.

Wen Jiaoxi also floated onto the ring, took out a elixir with a strong medicinal fragrance and stuffed it into Liu Bubai's mouth, and walked off the ring carrying Liu Bubai.

When passing by Fang Lang, Liu Bubai had a bruised nose and a swollen face. At this moment, he was not concerned about his injuries, and there was a bit of sadness in his eyes: "Prodigal son, I can't lie down anymore..."

Fang Lang smiled warmly, and took the sword in Liu Bubai's hand.

With one left hand and one right hand, Fang Lang held the sword in both hands.

"It's okay, you can still lie down."

Fang Lang said.

Liu Bubai closed his eyes, not wanting to speak.

Destroy, I'm tired.

Wen Jiaoxi took a deep look at Fang Lang.

Jiang Linglong also moved lightly with lotus steps, walked to Fang Lang's side, and said lightly, "To the death?"

Fang Lang didn't say much.

Just one word back.

"Okay."

Jiang Linglong didn't stay long and stepped off the ring gracefully.

On the ring.

Lin Yun grinned as he dragged the rusty iron sword that was still bleeding.

"I heard that Luojiang Academy likes a string of three?"

"What a coincidence... I like it too."

The thunder ripped through the sky of Shu Mountain, and the dark clouds that had been densely covered and tumbling for a long time finally couldn't hold back.

Pea-sized raindrops poured out of the black clouds.

Flying and smashing down.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

Fang Lang held the long sword behind his back with both hands, looked at Lin Yun, and did not respond.

However, with two swords in hand, his face was expressionless, and his chin was raised slightly.

"Luojiang Academy, Fang Lang, seven-stage swordsman."

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