When Ah Qing came onto the stage, her outfit was obviously far different from Zhuo Bufan's. She was wearing a light green robe with a short green bamboo stick hanging from her waist. She stood there softly and weakly. ±,
There was a burst of sighs from the audience. Obviously, most people did not think that this girl could defeat Zhuo Bufan. They were all worried that she would be sad in the arena later. That would be a pity.
Zhuo Bufan, who was standing on the sword, glanced at Ah Qing from the corner of his eyes. Like most people, he snorted indifferently and said, "The sword has no eyes. Why are you, a girl, here to join in the fun? You'd better admit defeat quickly, lest you get hurt later. "
Ah Qing tilted her head. Obviously, she was stunned for a while before she understood the meaning of Zhuo Bufan's words. She couldn't help but ask curiously, "Why should I admit defeat? You may not be able to beat me. "
Zhuo Bufan was so angry that he laughed. His whole body trembled slightly and he said "good" several times.
"Girl, come down quickly. Zhuo Bufan has always been ruthless. You will definitely be hurt."
"I don't know which father is so cruel as to let such a girl come out to compete."
"Zhuo Bufan, you shameless b * stard. Is it glorious to win against such a girl?"
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Zhuo Bufan's eyes swept across the audience like lightning. He knew that those people wanted to see the world in chaos, so they were naturally much bolder than usual in the crowd. If someone dared to say such things to him under other circumstances, he would not let it go without leaving his tongue behind. But now the competition was more important, so it was not good to lose his temper immediately.
"Girl, look carefully." Zhuo Bufan knew that it was difficult to offend the public. If he really won against this delicate girl in a real fight, it would not be a glorious thing. It was best to let her know the difficulty in advance.
So he jumped up and flipped over to the stage. With a gentle wave of his hand, the sword inserted in the stage flew back to his hand. Zhuo Bufan waved his hand casually, and a green light about three feet long flickered on the tip of the sword.
"Hiss ~" Suddenly, there was a burst of gasps from the audience.
"Sword light!"
No one knew who was the first to shout, but the audience suddenly burst into an uproar. The heroes whispered to each other and pointed at the sword light in Zhuo Bufan's hand.
"Cousin, can you see through this Zhuo Bufan's martial arts?" Murong Fu furrowed his brows. He had no idea where this expert had come from. After entering the second round, he would have to fight against him. With the level of swordsmanship that the other party had displayed, he would be a formidable opponent.
"He first used the Duke of Zhou Sword, the ultimate technique of the Solitary Wise Sword Sect in Jianyang, Fujian Province. This Old Mister Zhuo must be an expert of the Solitary Wise Sword Sect." Wang Yuyan's voice was soft and gentle, but a hint of confusion suddenly appeared on her face. "However, I couldn't tell the origin of the sword ray he used later on."
"Even Miss Wang couldn't see through his martial arts. This person is really mysterious." The retainer of the Murong family, Bao Butong, was dumbfounded.
As it turned out, Zhuo Bufan was originally an expert of the Solitary Wise Sword Sect. In the end, the sect suffered a great disaster and he had no choice but to escape to a remote and cold place in the Changbai Mountains to study swordsmanship for revenge. In the end, he accidentally obtained a sword manual left behind by a senior expert. After practicing diligently for thirty years, he finally mastered swordsmanship and was confident that he was invincible in the world.
However, Zhuo Bufan remembered that his enemy was not only skilled in martial arts but also had a great influence. He was too weak to take revenge alone. Coincidentally, he heard that the Golden Snake Camp was inviting heroes from all over the world to choose a new leader, so he thought of using the Golden Snake Camp for revenge.
"Cousin, most of the martial arts manuals I've read in my life are focused on techniques. I know very little about this kind of invisible sword aura. Why don't we ask Young Master Duan? His Six Pulse Divine Sword is also invisible sword aura. He must have a way to deal with it." Wang Yuyan glanced at Duan Yu not far away and found that he was staring at her affectionately. She couldn't help but be stunned and couldn't continue her words.
Murong Fu also noticed all this and couldn't help but snort. "Ask him? What a joke! "
Wang Yuyan lowered her head in grievance and thought to herself, "I'm so stupid. Cousin will definitely be angry with me … And Young Master Duan too. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"This Zhuo Bufan has some ability since he calls himself the Sword God." The sword aura that Zhuo Bufan displayed not only made Murong Fu speechless, but also Song Qingshu was stunned and commented subconsciously.
"He's more than just a little bit capable. The number of people in this world who can materialize sword aura can be counted on two hands." Zhou Zhiruo's expression was complicated. She was so high-spirited when she won the title of the world's number one at the Lion Slaying Gathering. Later, after seeing more, she realized that many martial arts masters in Jianghu didn't even bother to fight with a girl like her. She had never heard of this Zhuo Bufan before, but he shocked everyone as soon as he made his move. It seemed that his martial arts skills were above hers.
If she hadn't seen Ah Qing's moves with her own eyes, Zhou Zhiruo would have persuaded Ah Qing to give up like the others.
"Is this Ah Qing really as powerful as you say?" Zhu Baicheng fell in love with this innocent girl at first sight, so she naturally didn't want to see her injured. With the sword aura that Zhuo Bufan displayed, Zhu Baicheng knew that she couldn't do it. If she and Ah Qing were in the same position, she could only avoid the sharp edge, rely on lightness skills to fight with the opponent, and wait for an opportunity to find the opponent's flaws.
"You'll know when you continue to watch." Song Qingshu smiled noncommittally.
Listening to the discussion under the stage, Zhuo Bufan's face showed a trace of imperceptible pride. While continuing to activate his power to maintain the sword aura, he said to Ah Qing, "Miss, are you afraid now?"
"What's there to be afraid of? It's very simple. I can do it too." Ah Qing frowned slightly. Obviously, she didn't understand why the other party waved his hand casually, but everyone thought that he would win.
"You're really boasting!" Zhuo Bufan's face twitched, and he couldn't help sneering. "Since you're simple, then show me your skills. If you can activate one foot … Oh, no, as long as you can activate the sword aura, I will admit defeat."
"Oh, all right then." Ah Qing took the green bamboo stick from her waist and gently waved it to the side. A two-meter-long green light danced out, and a huge crack suddenly appeared on the floor of the arena.
Zhuo Bufan opened his mouth wide and couldn't close it. It should be known that there were only a few people in the whole martial arts world who could materialize the sword aura. He was talented and had practiced swordsmanship all his life, but he could only use the three-meter-long sword aura in his later years. He was already one of the best. More credit should be given to the Nameless Sword Manual. How old was this girl? Even if she started learning swordsmanship in her mother's womb, it was impossible for her to practice the sword aura, let alone a two-meter-long sword aura!
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