This was the first time Su Che drew his sword in the martial arts throne, but what he brought out was a dark light like a rainy night.

It was too fast, so fast that people's sight was still stuck in his hand holding the sword.

It was a skinny and fair hand, and I had never done any physical work at first glance, like a delicate rough jade.

The sword light should have been sharp, but at this moment, the hand had already taken away all the light.

How could there be such a good-looking hand, and how could there be such a fast sword?

The heavy force field like a fixed tripod collapsed silently, and a figure appeared like a stream of light. In a moment of violent and harsh collision, the long sword pierced the cauldron-shaped protective true Qi and was clamped by a pair of hands.

Yi Changyue's face turned a little red, the green blood vessels between her neck were bulging, and her muscles were bulging like hard rocks.

The people under the ring seemed to have lost their ability to speak. At this moment, they were staring blankly, looking at the nearly meter-long traces plowed out on the ring. It was caused by Yi Changyue's retreat when she resisted this sword, and his feet had fallen half a foot deep.

The ring is covered with a finger-thick wooden board, and the bottom is filled with soil, stone, and gravel. At this time, the dust is blowing with invisible sword energy, and the field is filled with faint breeze.

"What a heavy sword." Yin Liantong's heart was slightly sank.

When practicing weapons, there is a saying of "little as heavy" and "little as light as light" when practicing weapons, you can be called "little as heavy as light" because of the slightest weight". Now, the young man with a calm expression on the ring has achieved "little as heavy as heavy".

It is just a long sword weighing a few kilograms, but it can use hundreds of thousands of kilograms of force, whether it is a stab or a slash.

Yi Changyue shouted in a deep voice, and there seemed to be a crackling sound like bones on his body. The surrounding sword energy appeared to collapse, but he slapped the sword tightly and suddenly turned around.

The sand and stones splashed forward from his feet, like bursting sparks.

If the person in front of him fights hard with the sword, even if the sword body is not broken, his wrists or arms will be injured. But if the sword is abandoned, how can he fight?

Su Che did not hesitate at all. His hand holding the sword suddenly relaxed, and the sword turned over with Yi Changyue. But in an instant, he pointed at the handle with his sword and swung the splattered dust particles with his sleeves.

A huge force came from the sword. Yi Changyue only realized after stabilizing his steps. He could not control this force. At this time, his wrists had already spasmed. If he did not put the sword, his hands would definitely lose their strength for a short time.

What he saw was the figure suddenly stepping in front of him, and the other party's palm that was exploring again, as if he wanted to hold a sword.

"It's too much!" Yi Changyue's eyes turned red. He knew that the other party's left hand had not moved, and he did not think that the person in front of him had no martial arts on his left hand holding the scabbard.

This is underestimating yourself!

As a warrior, he naturally has his own pride. As the young leader of one of the three giant gangs, Yi Changyue has long regarded the first of this martial arts as a treasure in his heart.

Neither Yin Liantong nor Qiao Zhiwei took it seriously. But now, just a little-known Su Che, it actually makes him so difficult.

When did so many armor-breaking people become in the younger generation?

He thought to himself, but while he was stoking his sword, he fisted in a chain, and his strength increased step by step. There was a thunder roar between the two men who were only one meter away.

If Su Che wants to grab the sword, he must bear this force. Even if he can win later, the injury to the force is not a trivial matter.

Yi Changyue was as hysterical as a gambler who lost miserably, and once he took action, he would not hesitate, and he was obviously going to fight head-on.

Su Che's eyes were no more panic. In the flash of lightning, he used his left hand to pluck the scabbard and sent it to the end. If the spiritual snake pointed it out, it directly dispersed the fist that Yi Changyue had hit.

If the sword sheath suddenly attacked from under the dead leaves, Yi Changyue was shocked to find that no matter how he would hide next, the end of the sword sheath inlaid with black iron would always hit him.

Unless you go back, you only need a half step.

It is always difficult to make a choice, especially when the outcome is in the face of victory or defeat. Yi Changyue's brief hesitation has caused him to lose the opportunity to change his moves or deal with it again.

The end of the scabbard passed through the blank point of his arms and was in the shoulder. Yi Changyue took a few steps back, and a blood gushed on her face. She stood for a while without any movement. However, Su Che in front of her was already holding the sword.

From the moment Yi Changyue put out his sword and punched him to the time he was controlled by a blow, it was just a breath, and the situation was even clearer at this time.

This can be seen from the bloodline and pale face that flowed from his nose.

"Yi Changyue, was he actually defeated?"

"No, how long has it been, I haven't had ten moves?"

"How could he be defeated? Why doesn't the young leader of the Qian Gang have no killer?"

For a moment, after the initial shock, the audience suddenly became aroused.

Yi Changyue may be defeated because there are Yin Liantong and Qiao Zhiwei who are younger than him and have similar martial arts skills in this martial arts competition, but he shouldn't have been defeated by the young man on the stage.

If I had to give a reason, maybe Su Che had no reputation before.

Even if you win nine consecutive victories against poor families just now, shouldn’t it be achieved by favoritism and fraud?

Yi Changyue's face recovered. He rubbed his shoulders. The white shirt there was still neat, but he knew that the flesh and blood under the white shirt had swollen and blood had become stagnant.

Su Che did not withdraw his sword, but just said, "Are you still fighting?"

On the side, the soldiers holding the flag also looked at Yi Changyue, and the people below the stage also looked at him.

Yi Changyue pursed her lips, and she was unwilling to give up in her eyes because he did have a move that could break the armor, so she naturally had a trick that could be called a killer move.

But at this time, it seems to be no longer important.

In the world, everyone knows that only what can be used is called a killer weapon.

The purpose of hiding moves is to win, not to be self-defeating.

If you use a killer move as fast as others, you can only hate it.

Yi Changyue shook her head, her face slightly dim. He regretted that he was unable to see the other party's full strength here.

"You are still refining your body?" he asked before stepping down.

Su Che put his sword into the sheath, breathed a sigh of relief, chuckled, "Yes."

Yi Changyue frowned, and the person who heard this also frowned.

Since you are practicing swords, why do you still have to be distracted from practicing body? What hard skills should you practice?

At present, some people are disdainful and think that the people on the stage can show off for a while now, practicing hard skills and practicing swords, and they will not even be able to dance the sword in the future.

Yin Liantong heard this, somehow, felt relieved.

Qiao Zhiwei's eyes were slightly lit. No matter how she practiced, she would be fine as long as she could win.

"The winner, Su Che!" the soldier holding the flag said loudly.

The active-minded person has begun to surround the person who walked off the ring. As for the reason, there is no need to say more.

...

"The sword of the Major General is indeed powerful."

"Yes, even if I wait, I'm afraid I'm not the opponent."

"It's really a tiger father without a dog son."

The few people who came with Su Dingyuan looked at each other and spoke, although they couldn't help but feel complimented, but there were more emotions.

"It's a military man!"

"Look, that leader seems to be"

"It's General Su!"

Flashes of exclamations came from the scene, as well as the earnest gazes of nearly 800 students participating in the martial arts culprit, and naturally, the soldiers who maintained order in the school and guarded were all solemn and straight at this time.

Su Che saw the familiar figure through the crowd. The other party walked with a smile, greeting people who were obviously restrained from time to time.

He smiled.
Chapter completed!