There are actually some specialties to let Long Sandao be the first defender.

After three days of auditions, preliminary rounds, semi-finals and final rounds, the twenty people who competed were each the most proud of the emperor and the best among young people. There is no doubt that those who could come to Shaolin to participate in the competition were all with real skills, and the twenty people who finally broke through the siege were all first-class arrogant soldiers.

Such young people, in one word, are called "young and vigorous".

They were ready to try.

They were born with calfs who were not afraid of tigers. They always had dissatisfaction with the defending party arranged by the organizer and wanted to compete with the God of Arm.

The east wind blows and the war drums beat, who is afraid of who in this world?

For such a determined challenger, it is actually a very good thing for the entire arena match.

If a young man is not sharp, what kind of young man is he called?

If that is true, then this youth arena competition is better called a tea party for middle-aged and elderly people.

But if you are too arrogant and unruly, it will deviate from the original intention of holding the competition.

So there must be a person who is in charge of the market.

And Long Sandao is the most suitable person.

This guy appeared on the stage with a slender sabre, and his opponent was Murong Qiuyin from the Diancang Sect.

We met Master Lan Yue from the Diancang Sect that day, and this Murong Qiuyin was his proud disciple.

With the pride of his master, this young man walked onto the stage, holding a peach wood sword to subdue demons and eliminate demons. When the referee read out the rules of the arena, he stared at the peach wood sword in his hand calmly, as if he was looking at his long-awaited lover.

He turned a blind eye to the outside world and devoted himself to the sword in his hand.

Not to mention anything else, he is very strong in terms of showing off.

This style made his entire realm elevate, and instead seemed particularly stupid to drag a dragon three sword that cut the horse.

On one side, it seems to be a high-ranking practitioner with a superb level, while on the other side, there are a gangster in the alleys in the city.

Long Sandao looked like he was facing a great enemy, and we couldn't help but want to laugh.

Yesterday, I saw him reading Stanislavsky's "Actor Self-cultivation", but I didn't expect to use it here.

Seeing his artificial appearance, I knew that this kid must be planning a big deal.

If you don’t make a sound, you will make a splash.

He is going to be a big deal.

Sure enough, when the referee announced the start of the game, the moment the copper bell rang, Murong Qiuyin, who had always seemed very calm, held the peach wood sword in his hand and suddenly moved forward.

His momentum suddenly changed, from an old monk who was not in trouble in ancient wells to a ferocious beast that chose people to devour.

It seemed as if in the next second, he was about to swallow the opponent in front of him.

The sword in his hand turned into many phantoms at that moment, and its power looked really amazing.

He is worthy of being a young hero from the Dian Cang Sect. Not to mention anything else, this swordsmanship can be...

Can……

Ahem, there is at least a profitable thing to do when selling skills on the street.

Just when everyone thought that the sword technique was brilliant and really powerful, the champion who looked like a little hooligan finally took action.

In the world, some people are fighting with each other and like to pronounce the names of moves, which makes them look more grand, such as "Be careful, look at my Tathagata's magic palm", "Evil thief, look at my flying immortals from the sky".

The same is true for this guy Long Sandao. He is fighting with others and likes to whisper and whisper.

But he was not pronounced as a move.

He was chanting: "One knife, two knife..."

Along with his voice, there was the clanging sound of the weapons fighting.

For a patient with advanced obsessive-compulsive disorder, Long Sandao had previously shown his weakness to the enemy, making the opponent relax his vigilance and confidence, and chose to open and close his head, and then strengthened the offensive, and defeated the opponent's momentum directly...

All the preparation he made was for the third knife.

Swish!

"Three Knife!"

This sword was so sharp and concise that it was extremely fast that it cut off the opponent's peach wood sword directly at a speed that was too fast to react. Then the slash fell on Murong Qiuyin's neck, and then stopped very quickly.

Because if you go one step further, Murong Qiuyin's head will likely rise into the air.

If that is the case, the blood spurted out from the broken neck would likely reach seven or eight meters high. If it falls down, the ring will be full of plasma, which will have a great impact on the next battle...

Ahem, what is said above is nonsense. The main reason is that the rules of the arena cannot hurt people's lives, otherwise it will be considered a loss.

Long Sandao is trying to win, how can he admit defeat?

And the moment his knife stopped, it perfectly confirmed his nickname.

Dragon Three Swords.

Listen to it, this nickname is so domineering. Everything in the world is only three swords. Although this matter has been broken when facing the leader of the Black Province, for Long Sandao, some things can be persisted as much as possible.

After all, if the title of "Three Swords to Conquer the Enemy" is gone, he has to call back the name of the girl "Long Xiaomi".

It's sad to think about it.

That's why he disregarded the style of a master and deliberately pretended to be a hooligan.

As for the confident young hero Murong, he understood something until Long Sandao took back the saber.

I lost myself.

And he hasn't been able to withstand three swords.

There were countless cheers from the audience, but those cheers were all for Long Sandao's courage, and there was no sound for him.

"The hustle and bustle are theirs, I have nothing."

At that moment, Young Master Murong realized Mr. Zhu Ziqing's loneliness in "The Moonlight in the Lotus Pond". He burst into tears and didn't care about the broken peach wood sword in his hand, so he jumped off the ring.

The referee also understood it very well and immediately announced: "The first game, Long Sandao won."

Look at the referee's level, he will never mention Long Xiaomi.

After hearing this, Long Sandao looked at us happily, and then left behind with the slaying sword.

He once again protected his name.

I, Ma Yiao and Li Anan were both waiting not far from the backstage to play, but it was convenient to observe the ring in this place.

Just now, Long Sandao only made three swords, as if some gentlemen who were not good at sex always had a sense of unfulfilled intention, but discerning people could still read a lot of information from it.

In my opinion, although Long Sandao looks careless, his sword skills are terrifyingly rigorous.

Whether it was swinging the knife, slashing, or the moment when he finally broke the sword, Long Sandao's sword technique exuded an indescribable sense of rationality and rigor, as if his every move was the most correct thing.

One more point is too cumbersome, and one less point is not enough to achieve.

This knife technique is the same as solving math problems.

Long Sandao returned proudly, but the next one to play was Li Anan.

As the only woman among the champions, after Li Anan came to the stage, he received countless cheers. After all, except for the elders and masters of the sects who became famous, they were more young people in the world of cultivation.

These young people are full of energy and passionate, and their bodies are filled with hormones. It is the time when they are full of energy.

So for Li Anan, they are welcome from the bottom of their hearts.

Such popularity led to Li Anan's opponent, Li Daniu, from Funiu Mountain, all raised the nine-section whip in his hand a little embarrassedly.

He was a little embarrassed to attack such a beautiful and heroic young lady, but the young lady did not have any psychological barriers.

So after ten moves, Li Anan, who had not yet drawn out the Zhenwu Sword, kicked the man off the ring.

It was not until this time that the guy understood.

The one I played against was not a beautiful and cute girl, but a tigress with fangs.

But it would be useless for him to regret it.

Who told him to be absent-minded and timid when he was on stage?

After Li An'an went down, it was Ma Yiao.

His opponent is a woman.

The visitor was a big girl from Huilongguan, the capital. When she came on stage, Elder Xin came here to explain, saying that this was a third-generation red princess, who asked Ma Yiao to take action lighter, be kind to the beauty and not to hurt others.

Although that girl is a woman, she is quite a tiger, and her two short melon hammers seem to be reborn Li Yuanba, dancing so hard that she can be seen.

Ma Yiao had been with her for more than twenty rounds before gently hiring someone down.

The girl from Beijing is a cheerful and generous girl. She doesn't care about losing. Instead, after she stepped down, she went around and ran over to chat with Ma Yiao.

Look at her warmth, she seemed to have fallen in love with Ma Yiao and wanted to recruit him into the mansion and be a son-in-law of the leader's family.

Next is King Langya.

King Langya was obviously a little unhappy about not being able to become the last person to be the one who could not be the one who was in charge of the market.

Such unhappy emotions spread to the venue, causing his opponent to be extremely unlucky.

The King of Langya defeated ten times with one force. In order to show his strength, he knocked his opponent away with just one move, winning applause and countless people were surprised.

The last game was my turn.

I walked out slowly and saw my opponent, and a smile appeared on my face.

That person was Shaolin monk Shi Xiaolong.
Chapter completed!