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    In the martial arts arena No. 2, dozens of outer disciples have gathered under the ring.

    Today is the day for the competition between Jing Shifang and Liu Gaomin. Of course, this battle does not attract as much attention as challenging the top ten masters of the outer disciples. Most of the people who come to watch the battle are newcomers from the same class.

    ¡°After all, Liu Gaomin is a descendant of the Liu family and has established a small group, so he is still somewhat famous among the newcomers.

    As for Jing Shifang, they don¡¯t know much about it.  Since entering the academy, Jing Shifang has basically lived in a solitary life, practicing martial arts, studying swordsmanship, and rarely interacted with other disciples.

    "Who do you think can win?"

    "Of course it's Liu Gaomin, no need to ask!"

    "Why, aren't there rumors that this Jing Shifang has defeated Liu Gaomin before?"

    "You didn't know this! Liu Gaomin borrowed a low-level spiritual weapon, a long whip. Even the last few of the top ten masters of the outer disciples may not be able to defeat him. How can Jing Shifang be his opponent?"  A well-informed outer disciple said proudly.

    Lang Hui and Ye Fan stood under the ring together, waiting for the duel to come.

    "What's there to see? If you have this skill, you might as well practice martial arts. It's a waste of time." Ye Fan said lightly. He was brought here by Lang Hui. According to his intentions, he has no interest in this kind of competition.

    "Jing Shifang wants to make friends with us anyway. Besides, I have to see how much strength Liu Gaomin has." Lang Hui frowned. His relationship with Liu Gaomin can be said to be incompatible. "Last time I  Seeing that Jing Shifang seems to be full of confidence, he might have some tricks up his sleeve."

    "What means can he use? Could it be that he can also conjure a low-level spiritual weapon?"

    As the agreed time for the competition approached, Liu Gaomin came with a group of younger brothers showing off their skills, as if they had already won.

    In fact, Liu Gaomin's heart was bleeding at the moment, and he was very unhappy that he had to give away five thousand gold coins to Liu Shuangshuang for nothing.  Considering his status, this is not a small amount of money. He has to donate all his pocket money in the past two months.

    Thinking of this, Liu Gaomin's hatred for Jing Shifang became even stronger, and he would definitely humiliate him in the ring later.

    "Why hasn't Jing Shifang arrived yet? Is he afraid of the boss?"

    "It must be! I guess he is hiding in the courtyard right now and doesn't dare to show his face!"

    Several younger brothers were complimenting him, and the proud look on Liu Gaomin's face became more and more obvious.

    "Come on, come on, isn't that person Jing Shifang!" A sharp-eyed outer disciple shouted when he saw a figure approaching from a distance.

    Jing Shifang stepped onto the ring, carrying two long swords on his back, turning a blind eye to the people pointing around him.

    With the Juying Sword, he did not immediately abandon the original Bintie Sword. It was too easy to use the Juying Sword to deal with Liu Gaomin. He wanted to try to see if he could win with an ordinary long sword.

    On the other hand, the longer you hide the fact that you are holding the Juying Sword, the better it can be used as a trump card in the year-end competition.

    The mid-level spiritual sword he spent three thousand contribution points to redeem was not meant to be used against Liu Gaomin.

    Liu Gaomin took out his dragon-locking whip and waved it in the air with a crisp sound: "Boy, I am going to let you know the gap between us today. Aren't you very good at fighting? You are still crazy when facing low-level spiritual weapons.  Get up?"

    Jing Shi did not change his expression, his eyes had already locked on the dragon whip: "You talk too much nonsense!"

    A flash of cold light rushed out, three sword shadows appeared, and he took the initiative to attack.

    This battle was a battle for him to test his achievements in swordsmanship over this period of time. He did not believe that his swordsmanship could not make up for the gap between the weapons of the two.

    What a fast sword!

    Liu Gaomin still wanted to laugh at Jing Shifang, but his eyes were already filled with these three sword shadows. He had no time to distinguish between false moves and real moves, so he could only use the dragon-locking whip to catch all the sword shadows.

    When the swords and whips touched each other, Jing Shifang clearly felt a repulsive force on the whip, causing the tip of his sword to bounce slightly.

    It was this little time lag that caused him to lose the best opportunity to attack. Liu Gaomin immediately used all his basic whip techniques, and the whip shadows all over the sky roared towards him, like a dragnet.

    It can be seen that Liu Gaomin must have put in a lot of hard work in the past few days, and used the basic whipping technique in a good manner.

    The path of the sword changed, and an envoy of Aohan in the snow came to defend and lead the attack.

    A whip drawn with a locking dragon whip will not be any worse than a whip whipped by a ninth-level body-refining warrior using an ordinary long whip. How could Jing Shifang dare to risk his own life?

    The ground of the arena was cracked with cracks by the Dragon Locking Whip, and gravel was flying.

    "Jing Shifang, what are you doing today?"??Dead!  Liu Gaomin shouted excitedly, his face flushed.

    His whip skills are indeed sparse and ordinary, but he asked the family elders to learn how to use the basic whip skills to maximize the power of the dragon-locking whip in the competition. It looked so powerful that it also covered up the flaws in his martial arts.

    There was no need to make any on-the-spot responses at all, just the whip technique of opening and closing back and forth, both offensive and defensive, suppressed Jing Shifang to the left and right.

    If it weren¡¯t for Jing Shifang¡¯s flexible sword moves, he would have been able to use his sword moves just when the whip was about to hit him, and he would have been covered in bruises by now.

    ¡°It¡¯s all smoke and mirrors!¡±

    Jing Shifang seized the fleeting opportunity and displayed his most proud sword move with a backhand sword.

    The light of the sword was erratic, like a dream. Liu Gaomin couldn't see the path of the sword at all, and he didn't even know whether the sword was actually drawn or not.

    There was a dense fog in front of me, and swords and flowers flashed randomly, blurring my vision.

    "Ah!" Liu Gaomin felt a sudden pain in his back, turned around quickly, and danced his whip wildly.

    Immediately, there was another scream, this time coming from the left shoulder.

    My heart was even more chaotic, and I wished I could swing the dragon-locking whip faster to protect my whole body.  But his heart was in confusion, and he was more focused on one thing than the other. He was hit by the sword in his thigh, and hit his arm by the sword, until his wrist felt a stinging pain and he couldn't hold on to the chain whip and dropped it.

    "Spare your life! Spare your life! I surrender!" Liu Gaomin fell to the ground, hugged himself into a ball, and curled up his limbs.

    Jing Shifang seemed as if he hadn't heard anything, and continued to thrust out three swords before stopping.

    At this time, Liu Gaomin already had eight sword wounds on his body, blood was flowing out, and the injuries looked very scary.

    Born out of the seventh-level swordsmanship, it is indeed extraordinary. Although it is only one style, it has extremely good effects among outer disciples, and ordinary people cannot adapt to it at all.

    "When he masters the sword moves further in the future and integrates the Yi sword technique, it will be even more invisible and difficult to guard against, and there is no need to look for the right time to draw the sword.

    "I left four sword holes for you last time, and eight this time. Think carefully next time you come, and be careful that you don't have so many places for me to attack." Jing Shifang glanced at Liu Gaomin, turned around and left, "As soon as possible  Send Wansidan to my yard, I'll be waiting."

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