"presumptuous!"

"A bastard, lawless!"

The three formal swordsmen did receive the order from Gongsun Su to come to find trouble for the Wang Ting, wanting to crippled him in advance, or drag him down, indirectly weaken his combat effectiveness, so as to ensure that Gongsun Su can win 100% in the next duel.

At the beginning, they didn't know what method they needed to force Wang Ting to take action, and they fought with him openly, but they never thought that this kid would cooperate so much. He just stimulated his words and immediately started fighting with the three of them. Isn't this seeking death?

You know, even a mid-level swordsman may not be able to cope with the siege of three formal swordsmen.

Thinking that the task assigned by Gongsun Su was about to be completed, the few of them immediately made great contributions in front of Gongsun Su. The three of them couldn't help but look ecstasy on their faces. Even the right hand that drew the sword was trembling slightly because they were too excited.

But soon, their dreams were ruthlessly torn apart.

The royal court, who drew his sword and unsheathed it, did not hold back at all.

Only my sword technique among the thirty-six swords is as fast as lightning when used with ease.

Although the three formal swordsmen were ready to deal with the sneak attack of the royal court, the sword that Wang Court used the sixth-level spiritual scale to adjust the body to its best state had no effect at all.

The formal swordsman on the front had just pulled out his sword. Ruosheng's sharpness had already carried a devouring light. It passed by the wrist of the formal swordsman holding the sword, and turned rapidly with a bright red blood light, and the front collided with the sharp sword that the formal swordsman on the side.

"Bang!"

In the void, a crisp sound of metal and iron intersecting suddenly broke out.

This time, Wang Ting showed no mercy at all. Under the precise and perfect control of the sixth-level spiritual power, his sword had directly cut off the formal swordsman's tendons and completely abolished him. Amid his shrill cry, with the help of the shock force of another swordsman, his body suddenly tilted, and the third sword almost hit his shoulder and stabbed into the empty space.

After hitting a blow and successfully dodged the counterattacks of two formal swordsmen, Wang Ting stepped out again.

The powerful mental ability kept calculating the trajectory of the formal swordsman falling into the sword and the trajectory of the counterattack. The moment the moment he came out of his sword and assassinated, he predicted that the enemy's prophet would fall to his weak link with the sword that came first.

"Buzz!"

The sword body was shocked.

The sword that the formal swordsman turned around and assassinated was swept away in one fell swoop. Then, Wang Ting's sword Ruosheng instantly slashed down along the opponent's sword body, directly cutting off half of the formal swordsman's palm.

As he screamed, the sword in his hand fell down with half of his palm, Wang Ting kicked it out and kicked the sword that he fell down. With clever force, he kicked the sword away, shooting towards the last official swordsman like a hidden weapon.

"mean!"

The official swordsman shouted loudly and instantly drew his sword.

"Bang!"

The sword that was shot was knocked away in one fell swoop.

However, he had finally knocked the sword away, and there was no time to make any other moves. A cold sword edge had already stopped steadily in front of his throat.

"hiss!"

In the end, all the actions of the official swordsman came to an abrupt end.

At this time, as long as he dares to make any moves, the chill on the sword's edge will easily cut his fragile throat.

The siege of three formal swordsmen, even a mid-level swordsman, was easily defeated by the royal court.

"Wang Ting...you..."

The young man glanced at his two friends whose tendons were broken and half of his palms were cut off. He looked terrified in his eyes. He never expected that this young man, who looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, was so strong and so cruel when he took action. His tone, which was a little harsh, suddenly became frightened: "Wang Ting, we are just doing our orders. Now we can't stop you at all, and we have also received the punishment we deserve. You can let us go..."

"punish?"

The sword in Wang Ting's hand moved instantly. When the young man noticed something, his face changed drastically and wanted to retreat quickly, a cluster of blood had already burst out from his wrist. His fate had already followed the footsteps of the first swordsman, and the tendons on his wrist were broken in one fell swoop...

"You guys don't deserve the sword!"

After Wang Ting finished speaking, he ignored the three formal swordsmen with fear on their faces and went straight to the duel arena.

There is no need to ask too much. When you arrive at the duel arena, you can guess where the duel is located just by looking at the direction of the crowd.

Seeing Wang Ting leave, the faces of these three formal swordsmen were filled with resentment, hatred and anger, and more, they were afraid of this young man.

"My hands, my hands... beast!"

"I actually broke my tendons. It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!"

"It's so scary. Is this the strength a freshman should have? We are three formal swordsmen. The three of them joined forces and were all defeated by him alone? Can a high-level warrior freshman do it?"

"What should we do? We are not just breaking our hands now, but we have not even completed the mission of Lord Gongsun Su. What should we do? After we lose our own value, Lord Gongsun Su will definitely not reuse us anymore, and even the core disciples of the academy will not leave us behind..."

"I used to be a formal swordsman. My peers in the family avoided me and didn't dare to fight back when I was bullied. Now I have been crippled with one hand and can't hold the sword. If I want to return to the family, I will definitely be stabbed by these beasts. What should I do?"

The three formal swordsmen were filled with horror and their faces were filled with sorrow.

For a wrong decision, the price they pay is their own future.

However, since they decided to follow Gongsun Su and sacrifice the royal court to gain their future, they should naturally be prepared for failure.

...

Wang Ting didn't know the fear of the three formal swordsmen, and even if he knew it, he would not care about it at all.

At this moment, he had arrived at the duel venue of the academy.

The Xuanzhong Advanced Swordsman Academy generally prohibits private fights. If there is a conflict, it must be held in the duel arena. This has become the iron rule of the academy. Therefore, the duel field occupies not a small range.

There will be academic competition among literati, and it is completely reasonable for warriors to compete with each other. If students are completely prohibited from fighting privately in a swordsman academy, its nature is simply equivalent to making literati no longer have any comparative debates.

"Wang Ting! Wang Ting is here!"

"This is Wang Ting. I recognize him. I took a class with him before."

"I heard that this Wang Ting is already a formal swordsman, it's true? He looks so young, isn't he a freshman? He is only sixteen years old."

"What if he is, even if he is a formal swordsman, his opponent today is Senior Gongsun Su, and Senior Gongsun Su is a seed player among the core students in our college, a master among the masters, an elite among the elites, and even some ordinary mentors are not his opponents. No matter how powerful this Wang Ting is, he will still have a dead end if he chooses Senior Gongsun Su as his opponent."

"That's not necessarily. If there is no hope of winning, how could he come to the duel? After all, the duel may cause death to one side. Who would joke about his life?"

"Have you forgotten? This duel started because of Miss Hailiner. Hailiner said that if Wang Ting wins, she will promise to be his girlfriend. For Hailiner, even if she is in danger of life."

"What!? This bastard dares to have improper thoughts about Miss Hailiner, it's simply seeking death."

"Kill him, Young Master Gongsun Su killed him, but he actually dared to get involved in Miss Hailiner, and didn't look at her identity!"

...

As soon as Wang Ting entered the duel arena, various arguments suddenly sounded in the crowd, and a large number of arguments gathered together. For a moment, the duel, which was already a little messy, became even more chaotic, just like a vegetable market.

"Rong Court."

When Wang Ting was about to arrive at the agreed duel arena, Qin Qing's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

When he turned around, he happened to see Qin Qing waving to him not far from the duel arena. Beside her, in addition to her friend Liu Rusi, there was also Xi Ruojian, the instructor who taught him the sword burial technique, and Bei Wuya, the dean of the Xuanzhong Senior Swordsman Academy who Wang Ting had met once.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Ting walked over to consider that the teacher Xi Ruojian had the kindness of teaching him the art of burying swordsmanship.

"Teacher Xi Ruojian."

After a while, Wang Ting added: "Senior Sister Qin Qing."

As for others, including Dean Shang Ming's personal disciple Bei Wuya, he ignored them directly.

In this scene, Liu Rusi curled her lips and ignored her, while Bei Wuya frowned slightly. Originally, he planned to be promoted to a formal swordsman if Wang Ting was really promoted to a formal swordsman, because he was young and could be a talent for making, he would mention his name in front of the dean. However, now that he was so ignorant, this idea was naturally dispelled silently.

Qin Qing couldn't feel these changes. Instructor Xi Ruojian felt something. He sighed softly in his heart, but she still kept a smile on her face: "Wang Ting, how about it, do you have confidence?"

Wang Ting nodded: "As long as he doesn't break through to the high-level swordsman, there's no problem."

"Puchi."

When Qin Qing heard Wang Ting say this again, he held back, but Liu Rusi couldn't help laughing.

Even a sarcastic smile appeared on the corner of Bei Wuya's mouth: "Jane, this little genius from your Bishui City is really interesting."

Xi Ruojian's face was also a little embarrassed.

Although Wang Ting learned the burial sword technique and showed his supreme talent in swordsmanship and body skills, and his strength was infinitely close to the middle-level swordsman, Xi Ruojian did not think that Wang Ting had the qualification to not take any intermediate swordsman seriously.

"Okay, Wang Ting, don't be arrogant. Gongsun Su is a mid-level swordsman from a famous family. He inherits the supreme Yitian swordsman of the Gongsun family. This is an extremely powerful swordsman. Although I don't know how far Gongsun Su has practiced this swordsmanship, you must not take it lightly. You must take advantage of his contempt for you and win by surprise. Do you know?"

"I can."

Wang Ting nodded.

But no one knows what he was thinking.

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