Chapter 2010 Han Yu Sword

In the last round of competition, Yan Qingping won without activate the unique effect of the second-grade weapon Han Yu Sword. At this time, she should do her best to face the more powerful Yang Zixi.

When a white light like frost surged out, the onlookers were surprised, and some people shouted: "What is that?"

"Oh my God, that sword can actually emit cold air..."

Ji Shijiang felt a little shocked, no, the girl was using a second-grade weapon, and a rare ice attribute. Moreover, this woman is in the middle stage of Linghong and has strong strength, so Yang Zixi may be unable to resist.

He was worried here, and Yang Zixi, as a contestant, was even more shocked. When she felt the cold air coming, she completely lost her previous pride and quickly activated her spiritual energy to resist.

In the air, the purple and white lights surging caused the air to surge, forming a brilliant scene, but it was extremely dangerous. After all, the two women held weapons of grades, which were extremely sharp. Fortunately, they were all wearing first-grade armor and could be protected accordingly.

The two war horses were hovering back and forth, and they were under tremendous pressure. Yang Zixi's strength was weaker after all. The purple light was gradually suppressed by the opponent's white light, and the cold air emitted from the Han Yu Sword penetrated into her body, which made her feel quite uncomfortable. Her body trembled involuntarily, and Xiumei frowned tightly.

Seeing this situation, the mentors who were closely watching the game had a conclusion. If they continued to fight, Yang Zixi would have to lose after a long time.

If Yang Zixi was defeated, even if Yu Yi finally won the first place, the West Courtyard would not have much honor because of its success. Based on this, this competition was particularly important, which made Ji Shijiang particularly nervous. He quickly shouted: "Hurry up and fight quickly."

The mentor's reminder made Yang Zixi react. Suddenly, she jumped up and launched a fierce attack. The purple light surged in an instant, and there was an extra purple dagger on her left hand, which stabbed her opponent's legs in a different way. A small purple light came out sharply.

The purple oriole sword is also a weapon for the mother and the long sword is the mother and the dagger is the son. It can play a complementary role, which is very wonderful.

With the enemy in front of him, Yang Zixi can be said to have used all his strength, combining long and short weapons, trying to break through the opponent's defense line.

A green shield appeared in Yan Qingping's hand, just blocking the small purple light. This is the first-grade defensive weapon Qingshan Shield. There is a weapon refiner father. The most in her storage bag is all kinds of weapons, all kinds of weapons.

After successfully resisting, Yan Qingping scolded sternly, and the cold air flow from the white light decreased a little, rushing over like a cloud, making Yang Zixi unable to bear the cold trembling, and the attack power was greatly reduced. She fell on the horse's back, gritting her teeth and barely resisted.

As the war horse was dislocated, Yan Qingping shook her hand and her shield hit the cloud-patterned rouge horse. The horse neighed in pain and turned around suddenly, but completely exposed the master's body to the opponent.

Seeing the opportunity coming, Yan Qingping's Han Yu Sword suddenly slashed out, as fast as lightning.

"Peng!"

The white light hit Yang Zixi like a sea of ​​rays. Although she could not penetrate the purple diamond armor, the huge force made her unable to withstand it. She screamed in shock as if she was hit by a heavy hammer. Her whole body fell down from her own battle, and she fell to the ground with a gloomy look.

The Cloud-patterned Rouge Horse, which suffered a heavy blow, was frightened and ran away quickly, allowing the owner to fall to the ground.

The blood in her chest was surging and extremely uncomfortable. A wisp of blood flowed out from Yang Zixi's mouth. She struggled to get up, but she found a sword swaying with cold air like ice crystals hanging above her head. Yan Qingping, who was on the Qingyun horse, said coldly from a high point: "You lost!"

In an instant, Yang Zixi, the always arrogant garden flower, felt cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, and felt even more tremendous shame and lowered her head powerlessly.

This situation made the referee Mu Yuzi feel bleeding in his heart. A hundred thousand gold coins are about to lose to that kid! He turned his head and looked at Qiu Yu who was betting. He found that the other party grinned, which made him even more angry. He felt that he had been fooled. But no matter what, the result of the showdown had to be announced. He said reluctantly: "Yan Qingping of the North Court won!"

Many students wondered what happened to Old Man Mu, it seemed that something was wrong.

The students of the West and North Colleges responded completely differently. The former was decadent and depressed. Unexpectedly, they were known for their strong strength and were beaten to pieces by the branch that ranked last in the final assessment. The latter was full of energy and had the mentality of guarding the clouds and seeing the moon bright.

The second round of North Court flag was successful. Jiang Ruolan, as a mentor, was also very happy and laughed like a beautiful flower.

Next, the next game was held. Pang Yong of the South Court vs Yu Yi of the West Court. As Mu Yuzi loudly announced the start of the game, the two rode their horses to the court to fight fiercely. The result of the game was undoubtedly. Yu Yi easily won and finally saved some face for the West Court.

The third match between Mo Yuhuan in the South Courtyard vs Liao Bizhen in the East Courtyard is another duel between the two flowers in the courtyard, which makes the boys' eyes shine and stare at the beauty in the field.

She was covered with black armor and her slender body, with white skin as white as snow. Her pretty face was always cold and her eyes were as thorough as black gems. She rode a majestic black horse, holding a pitch-black sword in her hand, making the first-rate weapon Mo Ming Sword.

On the opposite side, Liao Bizhen was wrapped in golden armor, with a magnificent peak, riding a golden Yuan horse, and even her slender hands were wearing golden gloves. She was full of local spirit, holding a first-rate weapon given by her mentor Pan Tingshou and embracing the moon hook. The mentor was so caring for her, which naturally made sense, and she played with her delicate body a lot, as the saying goes, everyone needs it.

There was not much to say. As the two women shook the reins, the two war horses rushed forward quickly. The black light emitted by the Mo Ming sword and the silver light emitted by the Luanyue hook were intertwined. Both of them had the early stage of Linghong, and they were almost the same. They could be called a good person who met a chess opponent.

However, after years of hard practice, Mo Yuhuan has a deeper skill, and Liao Bizhen often spends less time practicing with her mentor. Fortunately, Pan Tingshou passed her a quick set of martial arts with extremely strong attack power, which can make up for her shortcomings. She can fight hard and almost succeed several times, but she is always a little bit worse.

Over time, Liao Bizhen was unable to help but lose her strength, while Mo Yuhuan became more and more courageous in the battle. Mo Ming sword gods and ghosts kept stabbing over, making her tired of dealing with it.

"Sure!"
Chapter completed!