Chapter 222: Unlimited Combat Business, Head-On Confrontation

"Senior Brother Shang, you and I both possess the five-color phoenix essence. How about we fight against each other?"

Ci Song turned to look at Shang Wuliang and said, after all, Ci Song now represents the identity of a direct disciple of Yan Sheng Academy, which is essentially Confucian. He must want to challenge the disciples of other schools first.

Shang Wuliang's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that Ci Song would continue to fight two times in a row. It was not that Ci Song had not seen Beiyuan's experience just now. He actually dared to challenge himself. Either he was very confident in his own strength. Or maybe my brain is not very bright.

"Junior Brother Ci, in my opinion, you'd better take a rest first. Even Senior Brother Beiyuan, who is in the Hanlin realm, was eventually eliminated because of his arrogance. I hope you can be careful in your words and deeds to avoid failure. The footsteps of Senior Brother Beiyuan.”

Shang Wuliang looked at Ci Song quietly. He knew clearly in his heart that although Ci Song was very powerful, he was only at the scholar level, while he was at the Jin Shi level. The gap between the two was not even a tiny bit.

"Senior Brother Shang is ridiculous. I am not as strong as Senior Brother Beiyuan. If I fight against Senior Brother Shang rashly, I will probably be defeated in ten rounds."

Ci Song smiled slightly and said. He did not refuse or accept directly. Instead, he laughed at himself and compared Beiyuan and Shang Wuliang together. The implication is self-evident.

Shang Wuliang felt a shiver in his heart. He heard what Ci Song meant. Ci Song was clearly provoking him to admit defeat, so as not to follow Bei Yuan's footsteps.

"Junior Brother Ci, you think too highly of yourself."

Shang Wuliang secretly thought to himself, but with a smile on his face, he said, "I admit, your performance in the Feng Yun battlefield was indeed beyond my imagination, but I didn't use all my strength at that time. "

After saying that, Shang Wuliang pulled out the giant sword from behind and placed it on the ground. Then he released his talent and slapped the giant sword with his palm. The giant sword unfolded under everyone's gaze.

"This giant sword is actually a sword box?"

Ci Song looked at the sword box slowly unfolding behind Shang Wu's body, with a look of surprise in his eyes. He had used this giant sword before on the Fengyu battlefield, thinking it was just an ordinary Jinshi calligraphy treasure, but he didn't expect it. It turned out to be a sword box. .

After the sword box was unfolded, there were only two swords in it, a short sword and a long sword. The two swords, one red and one white, emitted bursts of sword sounds.

Shang Wuliang quickly formed seals with his hands in front of him, powerful talents emerging one after another. Then he formed a sword formula with both hands in front of him and pointed at the sword box. Two swords, one red and one white, instantly flew out of the sword case, turned into a stream of light, and flew into his hand.

"Junior Brother Ci, the two swords in my hands, one stained with blood and the other frost-cold, are a pair of swords. Today I will use these two swords to meet you for a while."

Seeing Shang Wuliang in such a posture, Ci Song was also ready to deal with it seriously. He slowly put away the thunder sword in his hand and took out the water cold sword from the jade pendant.

"This sword is called Shuihan, and my father wears it."

Shang Wuliang held two swords in both hands, raised his hands to Ci Songyi, and said: "Please!"

After saying that, Shang Wuliang put a little force on his feet and rushed towards Ci Song. The two swords in his hands turned into two streams of light, whizzing towards Ci Song on the left and right.

Shang Wuliang is a disciple of the Legalist School. He is already known for his explosive power. Now that he has used these two swords, he is even more powerful. Wherever the two swords pass, the air seems to be cut open.

Ci Song also knew how to fight against Shang Wuliang, and that was one word, "drag". As long as Shang Wuliang was exhausted, victory would naturally belong to him.

But this time, Ci Song did not choose to delay, but chose to confront Shang Wuliang head-on. He learned the "horizontal" in the vertical and horizontal swordsmanship. Today, he just wanted to see if his swordsmanship could compete with the Legalist disciples.

"Two swords, blood stained the country!"

The two swords in Shang Wuliang's hands had already cut through the void, roaring towards Ci Song. The two sword lights, one on the left and one on the right, were like two lightning bolts falling from the sky, lighting up the world. Ci Song held the Shui Han Sword in his hand and kept moving with his feet, passing by Shang Wuliang. The long sword in his hand struck at Shang Wuliang's swords.

clang! clang!

The two swords intersected, making a sound like metal collision, and then powerful air waves spread out in all directions. Mo Yao in the distance felt a bit of pain as his cheeks were brushed by the air waves.

Shang Wuliang did not take advantage of this sword, and he was a little surprised. Ci Song was stronger than he thought.

"Senior Brother Shang, your double swords - Bloodstained Jiangshan are indeed powerful, but unfortunately, they are ineffective against me."

Ci Song slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the Shui Han Sword in his hand also exuded bursts of cold air. His whole body was like a mountain peak, as stable as a rock.

"Junior Brother Ci, don't be so arrogant. I only used 30% of my strength just now."

Shang Wuliang smiled coldly and said that he had already made up his mind to defeat this rampant Ci Song later and let him know how powerful he was.

As soon as Shang Wuliang finished speaking, he rushed towards Ci Song. This time he did not use the double swords to stain the country with blood. Instead, he used a move to sweep away thousands of armies. He showed the two swords in his hands, It turned into two streams of light and roared towards Ci Song.

This move that swept through thousands of armies was one of Shang Wuliang's favorite sword moves. The two swords slashed horizontally, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and it was extremely powerful. It was the move that Shang Wuliang was best at.

Faced with Shang Wuliang's attack, Ci Song did not dare to neglect it. He also unfurled the Shuihan sword in his hand, and the whole person turned into a stream of light and rushed forward.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The two figures quickly intertwined, and the two swords kept colliding with each other, making bursts of crisp sounds. Every sword strike would cause a wave of air to roll.

The sword techniques of the two were both open and close, and the fight was difficult to separate. Mo Yao and others around were watching intently. The two were equally strong, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.

"Junior Brother Ci, your strength is much greater than I thought." Shang Wuliang said arrogantly, but he used more force in his hands. As the two swords danced, the sword energy was crisscrossed and attacked Ci Song.

Ci Song also felt the sharpness of Shang Wuliang's sword energy, and secretly said in his heart that it was amazing, but the Shuihan sword in his hand was not slow at all, and he fought Shang Wuliang on equal terms.

The two fought back and forth for a whole incense stick of time, but still no one was victorious. Although on the surface, Ci Song was always suppressed by Shang Wuliang's two swords, Shang Wuliang knew that his attacks did not cause any harm to Ci Song at all.

"Junior Brother Ci, it seems that I really can't beat you if I don't show my real ability."

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