The world stopped gushing, the wind was blowing, and the tables and chairs stopped moving.

Chen Moliang also felt no terrible breath at the beginning of the wine shop.

However, his calm words continued to blow through the bodies of these students like a strong wind.

Ding Ning's eyebrows slightly, will open his mouth.

"Go out, lest you wait to upset things, but he has not had time to say anything, but Chen Mo left and said this sentence indifferently, directly calmly turned around, out of the wine shop."

Xu Heshan's face became more and more ugly, but at the same time as Chen Mo turned around, he did not follow the first time, but turned his head to look at Xie Changsheng and Nangu Tse, lowered his voice and said: "Lower the realm, it has nothing to do with cultivation."

The students present were very intelligent, and they all understood the meaning of Xu Heshan's words.

In the case of repair, the key to success is often the experience of the enemy and the skill of fighting.

"I understand."

Xie Changsheng looked at Chen Mo's back and said coldly: "Saying anything is also about face, naturally we want to let the most fight people in our fight out to fight."

His words out, the eyes of all these students, all stopped at the South Palace.

Among them, the most fighting factor aside from the cultivation factor is the most delicate girl who looks the most delicate.

South Palace himself seems to be well aware of this.

Her face grew, did not say any words, just the first move, walked in the forefront.

Chen Mo stood in the street, he looked down at the ground and saw several weeds in the stone seam of the boots.

He thought of the Li Lingjun he followed, in which Qin also looked like a weed in the stone seam.

Only after today, will this situation get a turn?

His God is also broken.

He turned to look at the south palace cetings that went to his side, bowed his head, and said, “Please!”

Nan Gong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he also bowed his head: "Please!"

The sound still reverberated in this alley, but the sparrows on the surrounding sycamore trees suddenly flew, and countless yellow leaves flew out from the body of the South Palace.

At the beginning of the strong wind, the South Palace Zechi took out a shadow in a pure straight line and cut it toward the middle line of Chen Mo.

A fish-print iron sword cut out from her right hand, and also with an unusually straight attitude, cut off the head of Chen Mo.

The sword has just come out, the old force disappears, and the new force is born again.

A glimmer of real anger on the sword, disappear, burst.

In the cold air, there is a constant flurry of air.

It is just an unusually straight sword, but it feels like countless swords.

This is the sword of her father, the general who guarded the stone county, broke the city.

In the recorded many times and the Zhao Dynasty's battle story, the South Palace broke the city countless times with a sword to cut several heavy armored chariots.

This is through the control of real air, continuous force of the extremely strong sword.

Chen Mo's eyes also have a strange light, he did not think, such a delicate girl, even a shot is so fierce, and even can say powerful!

Just in the face of such a fierce sword, his reaction was only a strange light in his eyes.

He did not take a step back, as if there was a sound in the air.

His sword is out of the sheath.

His sword hilt is a white jade, the inner sword body, even crystalline white, thin and slightly transparent, with shallow feathers, looks very beautiful, but also fragile.

However, this sword was unusually simple and rude, and it was pulled up, and smashed the iron sword that had been cut from top to bottom.

A loud bang.

A wave of air blazed around the two men's bodies, and even the soft weeds in Chen Mo's stone sewn from his feet were broken by a strong and sharp sword.

The eyes of the people of the elderly are unconsciously narrowed.

No one thought that Chen Mo's seemingly fragile white sword from his hand could even burst out such a force, and in such a short space, such a strong force could be erupt.

The most important thing is that the white sword in his hand does not even have any wounds at this moment, but it is constantly trembling.

However, the thick fish-print iron sword in the hands of Nanguang Zechi has been slightly bent.

Counting the blood strands, flowing from her tiger mouth to the hilt of the iron sword of the fish-grained iron sword.

The alleys around Wutong have come out of many scattered visitors, they may not see the exquisiteness of this battle, let them be shocked that in such a small body as the South Palace, can burst out such a force.

An angry flaming hissing of the eardrum spewed from the lip of the South Palace at this time.

The bottom of the boots under her feet made a nearly bursting sound, but she did not retreat.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, and her left hand stabbed Chen Mo’s small abdomen.

At this moment, she had a blue sword in her left hand.

The surface of this blue sword has many rattan lines that are naturally formed because of casting, and at the same time as she stabs up, the real air that is scattered on the sword also makes the air seem to have many blue vines growing, making it impossible to easily see where the tip of the sword is pointing.

This is the real spirit of the Ivy Sword Academy and the Ivy Sword trick.

Ding Ning's face also clung to it.

No wonder even if the pride of Xie Changsheng will give up the position to let the South Palace picks up to fight, the vines of the vine sword academy and the vine sword trick is to cooperate, when the South Palace Zechi in the second situation, has already let the two play such a power, indeed is already a rare geek.

The sword came to the belly, just under a very fierce sword, and hidden such a feminine sword, even Chen Mo left the face is a sudden change in face.

He had the urge to untangle his true element.

However, he still forcibly controlled his impulse, and in this moment of the electric firestone, his left hand also moved.

His left hand had no sword, but there was a sword sheath and a luxurious green shark-skin sheath.

This sword sheath suddenly turned into a poncheum of spring water, holding countless up-growing vines.

Everyone could only hear a loud noise.

It was the sound of a sword.

All the vine-like swords were gone, and the face of the South Palace became snow white.

All the students behind her breathed cold air.

Her sword was in Chen Mo’s sheath.

Among the countless ivy, in such a hurry, Chen Moshi accurately grasped her real sword shadow and covered her sword with extremely accurate sword sheath.

In the next moment, Chen Mo’s movement had not stopped.

Chen Mo left one end of the sword sheath and continued to wave the sword.

The spring water continues to flow.

Nan Gong Zechi can finally not support, her body was first pulled up like a stone, then heel off the ground, the next moment, her left hand holding the sword was shaken five fingers loose, she held the small blue sword out of her palm, like a cage caught bird, still trapped in the green sword sheath of Chen Mo's hand.

Xie Changsheng hung his head down, his heart was cold and angry, but he knew that everything he said at this time was nonsense.

The faces of many students such as Xu Heshan are also a terrible face.

From the beginning of Chen Mo to reveal the realm, they know that the swordsmen of the Great Chu Dynasty are very strong, but they did not expect to be so strong, even by the many teachers of the Ivy Sword Academy that the students of the vine college for decades know how to fight the most knowledgeable Nan Gong Zechi, even lost so simply, even the rattan sleeve sword has been captured by a sword.

Oh, and huh...

Two soft sounds, the South Palace's feet fell, and two strands of smoke escaped from her feet.

After all, she was a very young girl, thinking of the teachers of the Sword Academy on weekdays, and saw that the rattan sleeve sword of her life was taken by the other party, and she was extremely ashamed and even wanted to cry.

Chen Mo looked at her.

He took the sword.

The rattan sleeve sword flew out of his sword sheath and fell straight in front of the south palace, and at the same time, the long sword of white jade in his right hand was steadily returning.

This gesture is unspeakably quiet.

"In this cultivation, you can cultivate the true skills of Ivy and the skill of the Ivy Sword to this extent, and you can really be proud, and you may be able to win over me in the future."

He looked at the South Palace, without any tug of sincere admiration.

The South didn’t look at him.

She looked at the slightly trembling vine-sleeved sword in the stone sewn in front of her body, and she felt the helplessness and powerlessness of the vine-sleeved sword, her nose a little sour, and felt sorry for it.

She took a deep breath and rubbed her nose.

Then she drew up the little blue sword, and her face became extremely solemn again.

A faint glare swept through, like a rattan leaf growing in the air.

In her right hand, there was a shallow bloodstain, and a few drops of blood appeared.

"Please Mr. Chen live well, and I will defeat you."

She held up her bleeding right hand, and at the same time put the cyan sword flat on her chest, and said seriously.

This is the sword of the Qin people.

In her view, losing is losing, winning is winning, and it doesn’t matter if there is something to be proud of and glorious in the process of winning.

The key is that as long as there is life, the loser will win back.

Chen Mo passed away from the silent time.

Not because of fear, but because of respect and worry.

The Qin people have the heart of a tiger and wolf, and even a girl like Changling, everything that is shown today is enough to make any Chu people vigilant.

It’s just something that needs to be done today, and you can’t let the girl and the students behind her drag.

His face became calm and cold again.

"It's unfair to try today, because I have more fighting experience than you."

His eyes swept over the palms of the southern palace, sweeping over the faces of everyone, such as Xie Changsheng and Xu Moshan, and then slowly said, "I am only twenty-seven this year."

At this time, suddenly solemnly mentioning their age may be difficult for ordinary people to understand.

But these students are practitioners.

Often, before officially starting their practice, they had read countless books about the practice and heard a lot of teachings.

So they are all well aware of the true meaning of Chen Mo’s words.