This is a duel, a battle to decide who will go further in this training and selection, prove who is stronger, and even an important duel that concerns the honor of the organization!

This duel should be extremely anxious. Both sides put all their efforts to fight to the death, constantly breaking through themselves, surpassing each other again and again, no one is willing to be outdone, and finally draw a perfect and regretful end with a slight gap.

However, why did the style of painting change unknowingly?

Why did this duel become what it is now?

Why?

Ye Wuqing sighed and his eyes gradually became cold.

"Tu Dahei, I will not hesitate or show mercy again next. This is a duel. Sword is our only communication, and using all our strength is the best respect."

Ye Wuqing raised his long spiritual sword with expressionless face and sharp eyes. The surging sword intent boiled around him, with awesome momentum. He said coldly: "Sword skills are divided into five levels, sword skills, sword intent, sword path, sword soul, sword field. Ordinary swordsmen could only use empty sword skills at first, but after practicing sword for many years, most of them could temper sword intent, but only a very small number of real swordsmen could create their own swords, and sword soul and sword field can only be understood by the world's top swordsman."

"Tu Dahei, you already have sword intent in your sword, but that's all. Compared with the powerful swordsman, you are still far behind. I have been practicing swords for more than ten years and realized the swordsmanship at the age of fourteen. This swordsmanship is called [ruthless]."

"So I'm sorry, you will be defeated by the kendo [ruthless]!"

After Ye Wuqing finished speaking, his eyes were as cold as winter, as if he had abandoned all emotions.

Shi Xiaobai gradually withdrew his excitement of immersed in the study of Kunpeng's sword technique and could not extricate himself. He could feel the cold air emitted by Ye Wuqing at this time, and frozen all emotions, all thoughts, and all "burdens" like an ice sculpture.

Ye Wuqing "opened" his sword path [Wuqing] and entered a state of emotional nothingness.

Jiandao seems to be an illusory word, but in fact its existence is very real, real and powerful.

Shi Xiaobai once learned swordsmanship in Ye Wuqing. Her swordsmanship is [obsessed], with only swords in her hands, only swords in her eyes, and only swords in her heart!

Ye Wuqing is a sword fool. She always "opens" her [obsessed] swordsmanship. She also did not "close" when discussing swordsmanship with Shi Xiaobai. Ye Wuqing's swordsmanship and she herself have "integrated human and swordsmanship".

So Shi Xiaobai was defeated very badly in that consciousness sword contest. At first, he only knew sword skills but didn't even have sword intent, so he couldn't hold on to a single move. Later, he gradually understood the sword intent and was able to stalemate with Ye Wuqing, who was using novice swords for more than ten rounds.

The strength of swordsmanship can be seen.

The reason why Ye Wuqing is called the second sword technique among newcomers is that he created his own swordsmanship at the age of fourteen. Swordsmanship is an important criterion for distinguishing whether a swordsman is excellent, such as whether he has swordsmanship, whether the swordsmanship is powerful, whether the swordsmanship is integrated with humans and swords, etc.

"Come on, let me see your swordsmanship!"

The fighting spirit in Shi Xiaobai's eyes ignited again!

Ye Wuqing had no expression on his face and walked towards Shi Xiaobai silently. His aura was a world of difference from before.

Shi Xiaobai put down all the distracting thoughts in his heart. Sword skills have never been his strongest method. He even started practicing combat skills recently, but in this battle, he only knows how to use swords.

As Ye Wuqing said, swords are their only communication!

Ye Wuqing pulled the distance closer and suddenly slashed his sword!

This sword is simple and unpretentious, and it doesn't even use any sword skills, it's just an ordinary sword!

But this sword was as fast as fire and as fast as lightning!

Shi Xiaobai did not retreat but advanced, and slashed out with one sword!

"boom!"

This is the collision between swords and swords, the confrontation between sword energy and sword energy, and the confrontation between sword intent and sword intent!

There was no victory or defeat in this sword, but Shi Xiaobai was completely at a disadvantage.

Ye Wuqing slashed out with another sword!

No, this time it is not a sword. This sword that seems to be only one sword contains three swords!

Shi Xiaobai caught two of the sword intents, but was unable to compete with the third sword intent, so he had to take a step back!

Ye Wuqing's attack would not stop at any time because of Shi Xiaobai's retreat. His stronger sword had already been slashed!

Ye Wuqing did not use the fallen leaves and the return to the root sword, the sky-blocking sword, nor the Kunpeng inferior sword. He just slashed head-on, but this kind of return to the natural sword technique has the shadow of three sword techniques.

This is Ye Wuqing's condensed sword skills!

His swordsmanship [Relaxless] freezes all emotions, so every move he makes will not be affected by excitement, fear, tension, soft heart and other emotions. Every move he makes is so simple and direct, pointing straight to the point!

Shi Xiaobai faced with his sword, and the more he fought, he became more and more difficult, so he could only retreat again and again.

Finally, in the thirteenth move, Shi Xiaobai's spiritual sword was shattered. He retreated in time, and his clothes were still cut out, and a blood-red scar was almost cut out.

But Shi Xiaobai didn't have time to feel the lingering fear, and he didn't have time to feel frustrated by the defeat of this fight, because Ye Wuqing's next sword had already slashed towards his throat!

"Sharp!"

Ye Wuqing's sword was blocked!

The light in Shi Xiaobai's eyes was as hot as the sun, and the boiling fighting spirit seemed to burn everything!

Are you still scared?

Failed to lose?

Shi Xiaobai would not be like this. In the moment when the spiritual sword was broken, he not only avoided the deadly sword, but also immediately created a brand new spiritual sword!

He won't waste time being upset about failure.

The only thought in his mind was

Such failure will be given to me ten thousand more times!

......

......

In front of the broken stone wall, a little boy carved with jade, about five or six years old, holding a small short knife carved from wood, kept stabbing straight towards the stone wall.

After a closer look, there was a very small hole in the stone wall, and the small short knife that the little boy stabbed seemed to be heading towards the small hole in the stone wall.

But the small hole was too small, only a little larger than the tip of the small short knife, and it had to be fully aligned before it could be stabbed in slightly. However, the little boy's bayonet movement seemed to be deliberately enlarged, and each knife had to be thrown half of his body before it could be stabbed out, which made him unable to accurately pierce the small hole.

Every stab of the little boy stabbed around Xiao Kong, but he stabbed each stab very quickly and with great force, so every stab would make his little hands numb after each stab.

The little boy frowned and cried, and repeated bayonet movements towards Xiao Kong.

Ten times, hundreds, hundreds, thousands of times...

From noon to dusk, he pierced the tip of the small short knife into the small hole less than ten times.

The autumn dusk was slightly dark and cool, and the air seemed to condense into frost. The little boy's little hands and backs were slightly frozen red, but he still did not stop.

"Xiaobai, it's time to eat."

A gentle call came, and a sound of footsteps gradually approached from the other side of the wall.

The little boy's eyes lit up and finally stopped. He trotted to the other side of the wall and saw a black-haired young man walking slowly.

"elder brother!"

The little boy exclaimed and ran to the side of the black-haired young man.

The black-haired young man squatted down, touched the little boy's head, and reached out to hold the little boy's little right hand.

"hiss......"

The little boy let out a slight scream of pain.

The young black-haired man looked down and saw that the little boy's white and tender right palm was red and purple. A hint of heartache flashed in his eyes and sighed: "You, why don't you know how to be lazy? I specially sent my father away to let you rest, but you...ah, why don't you practice this pig-killing knife?"

"no!"

The little boy's eyes were wide open, and he shook his head and said, "Dad once said that if the pig-killing knife is not pierced accurately, the big white pig will hurt a lot, much more than me. Therefore, you must practice diligently in order to pierce accurately! Brother, don't worry, I don't hurt you very much. I am not a three or four-year-old anymore, so don't worry about my brother!"

The black-haired young man smiled bitterly, touched the little boy's head, and said, "Yes, yes, yes, you are five years old this year, so you should pay more attention to your safety and health. Do you know? Although my father looks very strict, he may feel sorry for him behind his back. You, the days ahead are still long, you can practice the pig-killing knife slowly!"

When the little boy heard this, he was silent for a moment, and suddenly shook his head firmly again, and said with a pout, "No! I am too stupid and can't hit that little hole. My father said, "If I am as stupid as me, I will be helpless if I don't work harder. Moreover, my brother said last time that failure is a successful mother. The more times the success, the sooner the baby will be born."

The young black-haired man opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. The last time he said this was to comfort the little boy who had failed many times. Unexpectedly, the little boy kept this sentence in his heart and even used it to encourage himself.

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

The black-haired young man had no choice but to say, "Let's go back and have a meal."

The little boy's eyes lit up and he nodded vigorously. He is so hungry now.

The black-haired young man walked to the other side, pulled up the little boy's left hand, and the two walked towards the home direction.

"I like failed mom!"

The little boy said as he walked, and suddenly looked up and asked, "By the way, brother, when will mom be back? I haven't seen her before!"

The black-haired young man paused for a moment, his head slightly turned to the side, as if he was covering something. He whispered: "Mom, I went to a very far place, and I don't know when I will come back. However, she must have been caring for Xiaobai, and she must also want to see Xiaobai."

The little boy said "Oh" and stopped talking.

The dim afterglow of dusk pulled the shadows of the two very long, and the hands and hands were stacked together, as if they would never be separated.

......

......

"Failure is a successful mother."

Shi Xiaobai thought so and once again created a psychic dagger.

In just ten minutes, his psychic sword had been broken more than twenty times, and his clothes were cut out of many thrusts, and some blood marks were found on his body.

In terms of swordsmanship, Shi Xiaobai is indeed unable to compare with Ye Wuqing, who has activated the ruthless sword. He has no suspense in his defeat and retreats in a very embarrassing manner. The consumption of spiritual ability and physical strength is very exaggerated. If he had not had the forced battery life method such as "not venting turtle breath", he would have been defeated because of fatigue.

But Shi Xiaobai was still supporting him. Although he had lost more than twenty times in the swordsmanship battle, the duel was not over yet.

Ye Wuqing showed no mercy, nor did he hesitate at all. As soon as Shi Xiaobai retreated, he approached again, pressing step by step, as if he would stop only when he was truly victorious.

"The next sword, this duel will end."

Suddenly, Ye Wuqing, who had been silent for a long time, said this. His voice was calm and cold, as if an emotional machine was stating an objective fact, and his momentum soared again.

"I think so too."

Shi Xiaobai nodded in agreement and said, "The next sword, you will be defeated by my swordsmanship!"

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(ps: Try it today, change to two guaranteed updates, each update has a word count of more than 3,000 words, and the second update will be updated later. As for how late it is, it depends on when I will code it out. Anyway, it will be updated. The purpose of changing to two updates is to make the content of each chapter more fulfilling. If it is a three-game update, I am used to writing seven thousand words together. As a result, more than half of the seven thousand words are paving the way for the back, which makes it look very watery. Now, if it is a content of more than 3,000 words, the number of words will be less, and it may look a little full.)
Chapter completed!