Nangong Jun shook the Kunwu sword in his hand, and made a clear sound, and smiled and said, "Unlike Brother Du, I have always grasped the word "subtle" well! Please stop!" He was not a reckless person. Even though he was jealous, he did not lose his mind. The end of "dance" with Du Chongxiao was a careful consideration.

First, he saw that Du Chongxiao was just aware of the art of learning, and his cultivation was still inferior to his ability; secondly, martial arts competition skills were different from fighting life and death. If Du Chongxiao summoned the dragon and the heavenly generals and soldiers to win with the Heavenly River Map, it would be disgusting; finally, he had unparalleled confidence in his swordsmanship and poetry.

"Please!" Du Chongxiao simply replied, and then staggered towards the other party.

Nangong Junkunwu pointed at the other party, and the sword light suddenly surged three feet, unable to swallow and spit, almost completely offsetting the opponent's natural attack range advantage. He pinched the sword technique with his hand and chanted loudly: "I use my jade pen to transform into a green edge, and the poems of eternal ages will be naturally formed!" After the words, the light of Kunwu's sword appeared, and countless ink marks jumped out of the sword light, forming a poem that appeared behind Nangong Jun.

Everyone was moved, and even Lin Changfeng could not hide his surprise. Judging from this situation, Nangong Jun had clearly touched a corner of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the realm of the

In fact, Nangong Jun was able to achieve enlightenment in the realm of cultivation even though he was less than his old age, which shows his extraordinary talent.

"The first two sentences of "Lenu are shocked by the wind and rain." They are about raising momentum, and from this sentence, murderous aura suddenly appears. Nangong Jun waved his green tip in his hand, like writing a poem with a jade pen, pointing, horizontal, vertical and hooking, turning into a storm and rain rolling towards Du Chongxiao.

Du Chongxiao was drunk and floating, his eyes were hazy, and he provoked and sang the Wukong stick in his hand, and the shadow of a thousand heavy sticks was created. The wind could not blow in and the rain could not penetrate, so he easily resolved Nangong Jun's offensive.

Between the seats, Zheng Da taught to stroke his beard first and asked the disciple beside him: "Can you tell the victory or defeat of the two?"

"Disciple thinks that Junior Brother Nangong's cultivation is better. If that Young Master Du does not rely on the Tianhetu, it will be difficult to win!" A female disciple said first.

"Xinzhen, what do you think?" Zheng Daxian turned his eyes to Du Xinzhen who had been silent.

"Junior Brother Nangong is like the delicate spruce in this garden, but Mr. Du is like the strong bamboo in the mountains! In the eyes of his disciples, Mr. Nangong must be defeated!" Du Xinzhen replied seriously.

A male disciple heard this in his ears and couldn't help but retort: ​​"Junior Brother Nangong not only won his cultivation, but his method of using poetry to enter the sword is even more mysterious. Mr. Du only fights with sticks. Even if his stick skills are superb, he can persist for a while, but it cannot last for a long time. If he loses, he will be a foregone conclusion!"

"How do you need to maintain it for a long time? Junior Brother Nangong may not last for a moment!" Du Xinzhen continued to speak astonishing words.

"Senior Brother Tu's words are too sensational!" Several academy disciples obviously disbelief. If they guessed that Du Chongxiao had a hard time winning, it would be impossible. Now they have decided that Nangong Jun was defeated in an instant, which would be impossible.

"Xinzhen, why are you so sure?" Zheng Xuexi seemed to be surprised, but he just wanted to block Xinzhen and made a statement.

"Mr. Hui, my disciple fought side by side with Mr. Du that day. At that time, Mr. Du was alone in front of the city gate. Thousands of demon soldiers rushed up but could not advance in an inch. Why?" Du Xinzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he recalled the battle that day: "Stretching like a dragon to go out to sea, sweeping like a strong wind to break into the forest. Every time Mr. Du came out, he must have the courage to move forward, and there was no general under his command. Ten swings and ten decisions, and all demons were invincible!"

Speaking of this, Du Xinzhen sighed lightly: "In a word, Mr. Du practiced the method of killing people, not the method of dancing!"

Hearing Du Xinzhen's words, the disciples of the academy couldn't help but be silent. After a long time, someone said, "It's a pity that I came late and I couldn't witness Mr. Du's prestige that day!"

"But, Mr. Du is drunk now, I'm afraid the situation is unfavorable!" The female disciple was worried in his words, but he changed his position without realizing it.

"The birthday and moon in the pot, and the universe in the wine! Do you think he is really drunk?" Zheng Daxian said with so many feelings. Whether it is the young man in white clothes and a woman in shape, or the young man in Xuanyi who is drunk and staggering but hidden murderous intent, they are all dragons and phoenixes among people. Taixuan Qingxu Palace has thousands of years of Taoism, and has emerged in many talents, and is worthy of being the number one in the world.

"Aren't you really drunk?" Everyone looked at the field, but found that changes had arisen while they spoke.

The attack was easily blocked by Du Chongxiao, but Nangong Jun was calm. His poem, swordsmanship, had 32 sentences in total, one sentence after another, like the Yangtze River and the rivers were continuous, and the more they reached the end, the more powerful they became. If the whole poem was completed, the opponent had no other choice than to be killed.

"Peeling and pecking into a dragon." As Nangong Jun's sword moves along the dragon and snake, the words and words merge with ink rhymes to form a black dragon with fangs and claws, and rushed towards Du Chongxiao.

Seeing the black dragon rushing towards Du Chongxiao, he didn't hide or avoid it. He received the Wukong stick in his right hand, and grabbed the dragon's head with a fiery light in his left hand.

The black dragon shook his head and tail, but could not break free from Du Chongxiao's grab of the power of the true fire. Du Chongxiao suddenly shouted softly, like a thunderbolt from the clear sky, and his left hand pressed the black dragon to the ground with force. In the next moment, a raging flame suddenly appeared around the black dragon, and as the traces of numbers burned into ashes, the dragon's body began to collapse and dissolve into nothingness.

Mo Long, which was composed of handwriting, was completely inferior to the power of true fire in Du Chongxiao's hand and collapsed at once.

Du Chongxiao was drunk and floating, hiding murderous intent. His body shook and had already reached within seven steps in front of Nangong Jun. Wukong stick was raised high, and Nanli real fire was spread all over the stick, and the air around him was distorted.

It hits down with one stick, and the earth cracks and the mountains collapse.

Nangong Jun only felt that this stick had the power to cut mountains and cut water, which made him feel irresistible. Facing this extremely strong and fierce stick, it was not a wise move. Nangong Jun was moved with his heart, as if a fallen leaf was floating and moving more than a foot, and continued to chant: "Haoran's righteous spirit soared into the sky..." Before he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly opened wide, and he saw that the seemingly strong and fierce and unstoppable heavy stick turned into a spring breeze and drizzle halfway, swinging gently, sweeping towards his waist and abdomen skillfully.

The most rigid one turns into soft ones, and the most fulfilling ones will change!

Nangong Jun was caught off guard, and the Kunwu sword in his hand rushed down and barely protected his lower abdomen. He heard a clang of gold and iron clashing, and infinite power of the true fire rushed into his body along the sword body. He couldn't help but tremble all over and retreated in response.

Du Chongxiao staggered and followed, Wukong opened and closed the stick, swept left and right, and wrapped Nangong Jun into the stick wind and rain. The clanging sounds were endless. Nangong Jun used his righteous spirit to activate the sword light and responded calmly. He actually fought with the other party with his superb sword skills.

Clang! Another crisp sound, the sticks and swords intersected, and the two of them used the word "twist" at the same time. One twist and two twist the third twist, and the sticks and swords flew out of their hands and flew into the sky.

Du Chongxiao shook his shoulders, sometimes lowered and sometimes raised. His figure was drunk but his mind was not drunk, his steps were drunk but his heart was not drunk, and he rushed to Nangong Jun in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Du Chongxiao pounce on him, Nangong Jun sneered, his right hand pressed his fingers like a sword, and a sliver of sword energy was generated from his fingertips, stabbing Du Chongxiao's chest.

Du Chongxiao stretched out his right hand and had already captured Nangong Jun's wrist. His figure followed the situation and bullied him into the arms of the other party. He hit his left elbow behind and suddenly hit the other party's chest.

As if he was hit by a giant hammer, Nangong Jun's chest was in severe pain and his blood and energy was churning. Before he could make any move, he felt dark in front of him, and Du Chongxiao's head was hit hard on the bridge of his nose.

Tears were like springs, and Venus was everywhere. Nangong Jun had never seen such a brutal and barbaric fighting style. He was hit twice in a row and was suddenly shocked. He had no choice but to care about the sword energy in his hand, and he swept his breath in a random way, trying to block the opponent's approach.

Bang! Du Chongxiao lay all over the ground, kicked out his feet in succession, and kicked Nangong Jun's ankle. After taking this "drunk throwing cup series kick", Nangong Jun suddenly became unstable and his body rushed forward. He hurriedly raised his true energy and wanted to stabilize the center of gravity, but suddenly a thousand pounds of force came from behind, but Du Chongxiao, who jumped up, was heavily pressed on his back and couldn't help but fall to the ground.

Du Chongxiao stretched out his hands, and the Wukong stick that fell from the air fell into his palm without bias. He took advantage of the force and lay down again, pressing Nangong Jun, who was getting up, was pressing on the ground again.

Nangong Jun's face was blood-red and his eyes were red. How could he have been so insulted in the past seventeen years? The opponent's attacks were endless and out of control, and he was forced to not even read the poem incompletely. If he lost decently, he would not be unacceptable. However, how could he not be ashamed and angry as he was now being pressed on the ground?

The whole body was full of righteousness, and finally Du Chongxiao stood up, but he felt his neck tightening, and he was thrown several feet away like clouds. After turning, Nangong Teng landed steadily. At this moment, the red light was dazzling and the heat wave was rushing to the face. The tip of the stick seemed to pierce the void and appeared in front of him. Just a light sending it to penetrate his eyebrows!

"Thank you!" Du Chongxiao was no longer drunk on his face, and he gently spit out two words.

"I lost!" This sentence was almost done with all my strength. Nangong Jun tried his best to calm his expression on his face. He wanted to leave shyly, but there was a voice in his heart reminding him that his skills were not as good as those who lost face, but he could no longer lose grace! He bowed to Du Chongxiao and said, "Brother Du's stick technique can take away the fortune of heaven and earth. The power of the true fire hidden in it is extremely powerful. If you lose, you will be convinced!" After saying that, he turned around and returned to his seat.

Du Chongxiao couldn't help but feel a little admiration. He knew that the other party was the son of Nangong Shoucheng, another mountain leader of Tianxia Academy. Whether it was pretending or sincere, it was rare for the other party to act calmly and admit defeat when his face was ruined. It is said that only when he could tolerate what ordinary people could not tolerate would he be a great man!

"What a wonderful thing!" General Lin Dong first applauded: "The two are young heroes. The winner is happy, and the loser is honorable. Please raise your glasses to me and congratulate the two young heroes!"

The disciples of the Academy were shocked. From the beginning to the end, Nangong Jun did not hold on for a moment!

Shang Qingmiao stared at Du Chongxiao who had returned from victory and sighed in his heart that he had asserted with Yan Honglian, Xu Qinglin and others that Du Chongxiao had natural divine power and wisdom, and had the method of fighting with his ninth uncle, he would have been invincible below the original image realm within three years. Now it seems that two years are probably enough!

But where does the true fire power on Junior Brother Du come from?
Chapter completed!