He looked at Ding Ning and read out the two names on the volume casually but interestedly.

"Gu Xichun, picking beans to Nangong."

As his voice sounded, Gu Xichun raised his head suddenly, and many low and soft crys sounded beside him.

The emotions in these light crys are very complicated. Some are sympathetic in their soft crys, some are obviously gloating, and some are relieved in their soft crys.

Many selected students have heard that Gu Xichun and Ding Ning and others had a holiday, but Nangong Caishu was one of the people who stood firmly beside Ding Ning from the beginning.

This is definitely a battle with clear camps, but it is definitely a battle with clear strength and weakness.

Nangong Caishu was not even among the top 50 in the Talent Book, but Gu Xichun ranked third in the Talent Book. In the sea of ​​thorns ahead, Gu Xichun was not injured at all, while Nangong Caishu was seriously injured.

For a few people, the most critical significance of this battle is that Gu Xichun will also take action in front of everyone.

Yingshan Sword Cave is not a particularly outstanding place for practicing in Changling. Although Gu Xichun is the best among the generation of practitioners of Yingshan Sword Cave, he was only slightly famous before. In just over half a year, he became one of the strongest young talents in Changling. There are countless questions in this.

For all the candidates who want to win something at the Minshan Sword Club, this question is equivalent to danger.

...

In the soft cry of various emotions, Ding Ning frowned slightly.

The Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who had never had any expression on his face before looked at Ding Ning who was frowning slightly, but a smile that was hard to detect in the night was rippling. He thought that you, who was always calm, would still feel embarrassed, and would still frown like a normal person.

Nangong Caishu took a deep breath. She glanced at Ding Ning, Zhang Yi and others, and was about to move without any fear on her face.

"You give up."

However, at this moment, Ding Ning's voice sounded and came into her ears.

Nangong Caishu was stunned, "Why?"

"You won't be his opponent."

Ding Ning looked at her stubborn eyebrows, shook her head, and said seriously: "It's meaningless."

If someone else said such words to her, she would definitely be angry, but she was sure that Ding Ning's judgment would not be wrong.

"It's really possible that there isn't a trace?"

She also frowned deeply and asked at Ding Ning with some reluctance.

"It may not be a trace of it." Ding Ning looked at her and said, "It should not even be possible to get him slightly injured."

Nangong Caishu was silent for a moment and said, "Can you guess what kind of sword scripture he was practicing... or why did he suddenly become powerful?"

Ding Ning shook his head, "I don't know."

Nangong Caishu raised his head, looked at his glittering eyes in the darkness, and said, "I want to take him a sword."

Ding Ning's already let go of his eyebrows immediately frowned again.

"I understand you are worried that I will suffer more serious injuries." Nangong Caishu looked at him and said softly: "But I promise you that I will only use one sword... I will only let you see his sword, and then I will admit defeat."

Ding Ning's brow did not let go, but he did not refuse. He thought for a very short time and then nodded.

"If that's the case, you don't need to shoot one sword, you need to shoot two swords."

Nangong Caishu was slightly stunned. She didn't understand what Ding Ning said.

Ding Ning had already continued: "Against the cold water, then thousands of sails will be gone."

Nangong Caishu understood a little for a moment, but didn't understand it.

Nishui Han and Qianfan are all sword styles in the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace that she and Zhang Yi and others had comprehended on the sword body before they passed the sword path.

The sword styles in the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra are of course extremely exquisite, but the sword intents of these two sword styles and even the true energy operation method are very different, and it seems that they cannot be used together at all.

Ding Ning didn't explain, just looked at her calmly.

"good."

Nangong Caishu didn't say anything more, nodded and began to move.

"Junior brother... Is there really no problem?" Zhang Yi hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but say with great concern.

"This is a question of mutual trust." Ding Ning turned his head and looked at him, saying, "Since we trust each other, there will be no problems."

...

Gu Xichun, who had already stopped in an idle place, looked at Nangong Caishu who was walking slowly, but his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

He saw Nangong Caishu and Ding Ning having a conversation, but he couldn't hear the content of the conversation between the two.

Does Ding Ning think that Nangong Caishu is likely to defeat him?

This made him feel a little humiliated.

His right hand fell on the hilt of the sword. Without waiting for the sword to reach his chest, an extremely cold breath penetrated out of his sword sheath.

Several candidates who were close to Gu Xichun suddenly breathed slightly, and their eyes involuntarily fell to their feet.

For some reason, they all felt a strange and dangerous aura as if it was about to emerge from under their feet.

Nangong Caishu faced Gu Xichun directly, and of course she also felt this strange aura. This aura even made the wound on her body feel like it was soaked in ice water. However, she was just constantly recalling the two sword moves that Ding Ning mentioned in her mind, and she looked like she was deeply thinking.

Gu Xichun's face became even more gloomy. He looked at Nangong Caishu who was walking into the venue and said, "Please."

Nangong Caishu was still thinking that the two sword moves could not be connected, and he was a little immersed and replied subconsciously: "Please."

Gu Xichun's face became even more gloomy, especially the crimson smear in his slightly sunken eyes suddenly deepened, as if blood was about to emerge from his skin.

He began to draw his sword.

The hilt of his sword was dark red. As he moved, a brighter red shone out at the mouth of the scabbard, but the body of the sword was brighter blood red, as if a blood was gushing out of his scabbard.

It was not until this time that Nangong Caishu suddenly woke up.

For normal combat, her reaction was too slow and she could easily lose the initiative when she took action, and she didn't even have time to judge the opponent's sword.

However, she chose to trust Ding Ning, but at this time she didn't need to think anymore, and she didn't need to see what sword Gu Xichun used.

But the moment when Huo Ran woke up, she let out a sudden whistle, without thinking, she drew her sword and drew out her sword.

The sword is fast and natural.

A crystal clear stream of water formed around her in an instant.

At the same time, the sword light in her hand was cut out in the opposite square of crystal water flowing.

This is the "Anti-shui Cold" in the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace.

If it were a big sword, the sword light of Nangong Caishu at this time must be like a big ship going upstream, carrying an unyielding and unyielding aura. However, the sword selected by Nangong Caishu in the sword valley was extremely small, only one foot long, especially the sword body was strangely curved. At this time, the sword light came out and flowed upstream in the crystal water, but it was like a swimming snake in the water.

What is even more surprising is that the hilt of her sword is silver and the body of the sword is pale white. Although the sword looks small, it has amazing sharpness. Most practitioners watching the battle were shocked to see that the sword was passing through the crystal water flow, and the crystal water flow seemed to be non-existent. The crystal water flow cut even gave people a feeling that it was always a thin distance from the sword body.

Most of the teachers and commanders in the field were powerful practitioners far more than those present. Although most of them had never seen the Shui Linglong Sword Sutra of Yunshui Palace, when Caishu of Nangong cast this sword, they could easily judge that the power of this sword was the sword edge and the crystal water flow, and they went up against the current, bringing up many sharp water lines, such as many thin water swords stabbing at their opponents at the same time.

However, because Nangong Caishu's sword was special, it did not arouse any water lines at this moment, but instead reflected many crystal light.

In an instant, the sword light in Nangong Caishu's hand seemed to have turned into countless swords.

Countless crystal sword lights were falling towards Gu Xichun, and it was difficult to tell which sword was the real one.

Many selected students turned pale.

They suddenly realized that if they were replaced, they might not be able to catch Nangong Caishu's sword.

A look of shock flashed deep in Gu Xichun's eyes, but his face did not change at all.

The blood-colored sword he drew was swinged, but it did not face forward, but fell obliquely on the ground in front of him.

Silent and scream...

A dense sound of air filled everyone's ears.

In the shocked eyes of most people, countless tiny dust pillars rose up with the strange trembling of the ground and shot out from the ground.

Tiny dust pillars collided with each other, and a sandstorm was formed from the ground, and Gu Xichun's figure disappeared directly into the dust.

However, at the same time, amid the dust waves, a fierce sword intent was generated.

Many dust is twisted and changed, forming a pointed object, just like many swords that are about to emerge from the dust waves.
Chapter completed!