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Ye Fanle sneaked into the ring, and waved the epee in his hand and said, "Get started."

Liu Yunfeng looked at him with disdain. "You must make a move first, I will give you three chances to shoot first."

"Are you sure you want me first?" Ye Fan said with a smile.

Liu Yunfeng swayed his sword and said with pride: "Let you first come first, why are you so much nonsense, don't you have the courage to take the first move?"

Ye Fan couldn't help but sigh, and he stopped talking, and walked slowly.

The people in the downfall saw this scene and couldn't help but laugh at it.

"Will this person fencing? What is this?"

"Looking at him holding a sword, Feng Ge and this kind of person are trying, isn't it self-destructive?"

A group of people pointed and felt that there was nothing to watch in this game.

When Ye Fan walked less than three meters in front of Liu Yunfeng, Ye Fan finally lifted the sword and then slashed it down with a sword.

Liu Yunfeng saw the Jianlu Road, and he did not hesitate to slant it. He planned to blow the sword of Ye Fan.

But when the sword of Liu Yunfeng hits the sword of Ye Fan, Liu Yunfeng feels that his sword has uploaded a huge pressure!

"Hey!!"

The sound of a broken metal, the epee in Liu Yunfeng’s hand was directly broken into two pieces, and the sword heads flew out!

Ye Fan’s epee was intact, so slowly placed on Liu Yunfeng’s neck.

In an instant, the entire fencing hall was silent, and everyone looked at him with a stunned look. Liu Yunfeng was pointed by Ye Fan with a sword.

Liu Yunfeng's eyes are round and round, and a drop of cold sweat falls on his forehead. He feels that he is holding the right hand of the sword and he is also numb.

He knew that this was not an illusion. He had just received a strong blow from his right hand, and he almost fell with his hilt!

"Well, I don't think there is any need to compare it again." Ye Fan lost the epee and then he intended to step down.

Liu Yunfeng certainly could not accept such a result. He was busy shouting: "Wait a minute!"

Ye Fan stepped forward and asked: "Why, what else?"

"This is just an accident. I am underestimated, and this sword is broken. It is not my problem." Liu Yun said: "We have come back again. This time, I will not underestimate the enemy!"

As soon as I heard this, many people in the fencing club rekindled their fighting spirit and joined in.

"Yes! It's a problem with the sword! It doesn't matter to the wind brother!"

"Schoolmaster! Can't care! We support you!" Some girls shouted.

Ye Fan is crying and laughing. "You are the same as the sword I use. How can you have problems with your sword? Not coming... I am not here to accompany you to play kids games."

"This is my gamble on honor, for the brothers to get back to the fair, you dare say this is a game!?"

Liu Yunfeng was furious and angry, and picked up the sword that Ye Fan had left from the ground, and chased himself and stabbed it toward Ye Fan!

When he thought of the news today, Liu Yunfeng would lose his prestige in Huahai University and be laughed at, he would never bear it!

Ye Fan blinked, this kid is really not seeing the coffin without tears.

It is a pity that the strength gap between the two is a bit different. Ye Fan is sideways and avoids the thorn of Liu Yunfeng.

This time, the students in the audience saw it more clearly. Liu Yunfeng attacked from behind, but Ye Fan still escaped and judged!

Can not help, a group of students silently shut up, they found that the original Ye Fan is not lucky to win.

Liu Yunfeng has not been able to hit Ye Fan for several consecutive spurs. He finally no longer hides his own strength. He suddenly released an instinct, and the epee began to have a true air.

"Look at the sword!"

Liu Yunfeng was connected with a few tumbling, and the sword swept like a whirlwind, approaching Ye Fan!

This trick came out, compared to the ordinary fencing action, to be fierce and do not know how many times, suddenly attracted the students under the stage to exclaim.

Ye Fan brows his head and locks. He already knew that Liu Yunfeng had the ingenuity of introductory introduction, so he knew that the origin of Liu Yunfeng was very unusual.

Unexpectedly, he actually displayed his own ancient martial arts in order to face his face, instead of using the method of fencing, but completely began to use ancient swordsmanship.

"Xuanmen thirteen swords... It turns out that you are the "Xuanjianzong" person, no wonder so horizontal", Ye Fan saw this swordsmanship, and finally thoroughly knew the origin of this guy.

Xuan Jianzong is a Guwumen school of more than three hundred years, majoring in swordsmanship, and forming an alliance with Yancheng Zhujia, one of the five famous gates.

It can be said that, like Qinglongmen, the overall strength barely reaches the a-class sect.

It is said that Xuan Jianzong’s swordsmanship originated from the ancient Wumen School, which has already fallen, such as Qingcheng and Tiejian. However, Xuan Jianzong has always insisted that they are self-contained and not descendants of any martial art.

In particular, Xuan Jianzong has a "stepping sword", which is said to be able to fly on the sword and fly the sword, to achieve a more perfect effect of the combination of human and sword, but it is very difficult to practice.

However, Xuan Jianzong's swordsmanship is exquisite, but Liu Yunfeng's practice is not enough. Even the pursuit of dozens of swords can be said to make the people under the stage dazzled, feeling cool, but in Ye Fan's eyes, these swords It’s too easy to see through, and all of them are used to avoid them.

After Liu Yunfeng’s swordsmanship was finished, he still didn’t catch Ye Fan. His heart was even more uncertain. “Who are you? Can you see that this is a man of Xuan Jianzong?”

"Who I am not important, you Xuan Jianzong so frankly shot on the university campus with infuriating, is it really appropriate?" Ye Fan laughed.

"You don't have to worry, no one can move me at Huahai University!" Liu Yunfeng snorted, a flying body, the epee in his hand drawn a gorgeous sword flower, and fell towards Ye Fan!

Seeing this exquisite sword move, Ning Zi Mo of the stage was shocked, both hands clenched, a little regret to let Ye Fan go up, this is obviously a person who provoked the ancient Wu background.

Ye Fan snorted, and when he saw this gorgeous move, he remembered the two bronze swordsmen he met in the tomb.

With their unpretentious, original ancient swordsmanship, it is very easy to crack this Xuanmen thirteen sword.

Ye Fan thought about this, and he provoked the broken sword that had been abandoned by Liu Yunfeng at the foot, and then stepped forward and stepped forward to the center of a sword flower of Liu Yunfeng.

This thorn, seemingly simple, is faintly with a sword's unique temperament, precise and strange!

"Call!" A broken voice!

Liu Yunfeng was stiff in the same place, holding a sword in one hand, but still did not dare to go down, but did not dare to move.

Because, Ye Fan’s sword once again resisted his throat!

Liu Yunfeng's eyes widened. He felt like he was dreaming. He didn't figure out why his sword was so easily cracked! ?