Chapter 62： Jianyi (2/2)
Seeing Diao Yayun wailing on the ring, a student, stupid in place.
”Sword Intent!”
Suddenly, among the crowd, a tutor exclaimed, he couldn't help standing up, looking at Mo Yang, dumbfounded.
”Sword Intent?”
Upon hearing this instructor's shout, a burst of exclamation broke out among the students.
The so-called sword intent is a martial artist's ultimate understanding of swords and swordsmanship. When a sword in a martial artist's opponent, he understands an ultimate state of the sword in his heart. Quantitative changes cause qualitative changes, which will trigger a martial artist's superb understanding of swordsmanship. Unusual understanding.
Sword intent, terrifying.
If it is said that in the entire Nanyun Empire, there is no such thing as a warrior who can become a refiner.
Then the swordsmen can comprehend the meaning of the sword, it is even rarer!
Once a swordsman understands the sword intent, it is destined. In this life, he is definitely a peerless sword god, and that is terrifying, needless to say.
Just now, Mo Yang's sword was infinitely replicating the style that Mu Yun had drilled for him.
He always remembered what Mu Yun had said.
”If you can comprehend something from this formula, it is not impossible to defeat Diao Yayun!”
That's it!
That's it!
Mo Yang was ecstatic.
At that moment, he felt clear in his heart, and the sword in his hand seemed to have become a part of his body, so at the moment of swinging the sword, he had no worries in his heart, only the sword.
And that sword was so fast and sharp that Diao Yayun had no time to react.
”Do you admit defeat?”
Holding a long sword, Mo Yang walked to Diao Yayun and pointed the long sword straight at his chin.
At this moment, Diao Yayun, with his shaved palm, fell aside, his wrists were stained with blood.
”Trash, admit defeat?”
Seeing that Diao Yayun didn't say anything, Mo Yang shouted coldly, like a sword god, with an unrivaled sword intent, instantly covering Diao Yayun.
”I surrender!”
At this moment, facing Mo Yang, Diao Yayun no longer had the will to fight.
His heart fell apart under that powerful sword intent.
”The third game, Mo Yang wins!”
As the instructor's voice fell, the area around the ring was completely exploded.
Mo Yang won!
At the critical moment, he could actually comprehend the sword intent, the sword intent that thousands of swordsmen dreamed of, and Mo Yang actually did it.
It is a miracle!
Puff...
Mo Yang suddenly knelt on the ground with a thud.
Thump thump...
His head knocked on the ground, making a bang bang bang, and Mo Yang banged his head three times when facing Mu Yun.
”Master, the disciple has lived up to expectations and won the game. Master is on the table, and the disciple is worshipped!”
Mo Yang's voice sobbed, but his words were sonorous, shocking everyone.
”Stupid boy...”
Seeing Mo Yang's choking expression, Mu Yun stepped onto the ring and said with a smile: ”It's so sensational, and I'm afraid I won't accept you!”
After picking up Mo Yang, Mu Yun's body was probed with a wave of True Essence, and it was discovered that although Mo Yang was severely injured, his body was full of aura. The medicinal bath that he had given him is now starting to show off.
”Going back from this battle, get a good grasp of it, and you will probably be able to step into the fifth layer of condensing energy!” Looking at Mo Yang, Mu Yun said slightly.
”Yes, Master!”
At this moment, looking at Mu Yun, Mo Yang felt like a god-man.
He did feel that he was about to break through, but Mu Yun actually saw it through.
And that Qingyun sword technique, the three major styles, the nine small styles, and the essence of the style are incredible!
If this battle wasn't Qingyun swordsmanship, he had already been defeated and it would be impossible to sustain it.
”Three games, the 5th elementary class wins, congratulations to Teacher Mu Yun...”
”Wait!”
Suddenly, a low voice sounded.
Diao Yadong walked to the ring, his eyes were deep and he was about to bleed.
”Oh, why, you are not convinced to lose?” Looking at Diao Yadong's face, Mu Yun jokingly said, ”If not, how many more strong trainees will be selected by Teacher Diao to fight against my Junior Class 5?”
”Naturally not!”
Facing Mu Yun's provocation, Diao Yayun smiled slightly and said: ”Teacher Mu, congratulations, for winning my senior class three, I can be promoted to intermediate tutor!”
”It's just that I think it would be better if the pastoral tutor can go up to the next level and directly advance to the higher tutor!”
”Oh?”
”I have this opportunity right now, don't know if Teacher Mu dare to take it?”
”tell me the story!”
”Now, the pastoral tutor can fight with me and win, and the pastoral tutor is the senior tutor of the college, how about it?” Diao Yayun smiled and said: ”I think the three students from the pastoral tutor defeated the three students of my senior class three. The teaching ability is already evident. If the pastoral tutor can defeat me Diao Yayun and become a senior tutor in the academy, would it be reasonable?”
”Are you invited...”
Seeing Diao Yayun's complacent expression, Mu Yun smiled, and said, ”Please!”
”Instructor Pastor!”
”Instructor Pastor!”
”Mu Yun!”
Unexpectedly, Mu Yun would actually agree, Qi Ming, Mo Yang, and Qin Mengyao all changed their expressions and wanted to stop them.
When Mu Yun agreed to this, he was a little bit arrogant.
Diao Yadong, one of the three talented tutors of the college, is not comparable to ordinary tutors!