135: C135 The Heavy Sword Had No Edge so It Was a Great Coincidence That It Was Not a Work of Art

C135 The Heavy Sword Had No Edge so It Was a Great Coincidence That It Was Not a Work of Art

"Senior brother, help!" Tesla became excited when he saw who it was.

A fervent light shot out from his gloomy eyes, like a dying man who had seen the hope of life!

What surprised Qin Luo was that when the person took off the helmet, it revealed a young face.

He looked very young, only around 20 years old. His long brown hair fluttered in the wind. As a handsome bookworm, his long hair fluttered in the wind.

Qin Luo felt the pressure once again.

What the heck, he had broken into a handsome man's nest. Why were there so many handsome men?

"Classmate, when you have to forgive someone, you should forgive them. What do you think?" He asked with a smile.

Although he was smiling, his words carried a tone that could not be ignored.

Hehe -

Do you think you're Guan Yin Bodhisattva? Or is it the Tathagata Buddha? Why should I listen to you?

Thinking of this, Qin Luo smiled indifferently. He raised his right hand and placed the flower sword in front of him.

It was the look of someone seeking defeat.

Seeing Qin Luo's actions, the brown-haired man was slightly stunned. He then threw away his heavy sword and took out a flower sword from his sword.

"Student, for fairness, I will use the flower sword to spar with you." He said with a smile.

Let me? Apologies? This bookworm doesn't need it.

"Actually, my heavy sword is fine too." Qin Luo turned around and changed into his heavy sword.

Hehe...

Seeing this scene, Tesla sneered. One should know that a flower sword and a heavy sword could have two sword seeds!

Whether it was the attacking technique or the matching techniques, they were completely different. He did not believe that Qin Luo could be proficient in them.

Humph, since he dared to compete with his senior brother in terms of the Heavy Sword, it was simply courting death, Tesla thought to himself.

Seeing this scene, the young man's face was filled with astonishment. In the next moment, his face turned gloomy.

This was a provocation, a direct provocation!

As the leader of The School of Sword Arts and a member of the Mi Nation national team, he had the right to go easy on Qin Luo, but what right did Qin Luo have to refuse?

Hmph, let me teach you a lesson! He sneered in his heart.

He had decided to teach Qin Luo an unforgettable lesson.

"'Ding... Detected opponent's anger, Host Study Achievement Point + 99... '"

Aiyo, hey, before the fight even began, he had already sent a wave of gifts! 'Classmate, do you want me to be a little gentler? ' Or is it a little heavier?

He looked at the other person with a kind expression. [Son of a b * tch, let Daddy tell you what a fencing is.]

After putting on the protective gear, the two of them walked onto the fencing platform.

The field was about 14 meters long and 2 meters wide.

The two of them stood at one end each.2

At this moment, everyone in the fencing studio was attracted.

"Please ~"

The tip of the sword collided, and the duel officially began.

Qin Luo raised his sword and swung it up and down, the weight of the sword.

"Ding! Host has comprehended a sword skill, Heavy Sword Edgeless..."

Can you still play happily? Can you give others a chance? Qin Luo almost could not hold back the fierce smile in his heart!

However, this scene was extremely funny in Charles's eyes.

Indeed, in the field of heavy swords, this was a newbie! Charles grinned and suddenly took a step forward with his right foot, aiming straight for Qin Luo's shoulder.

Fast, it was really too fast.

It was so fast that no one had time to react. The tip of the sword had already arrived in front of Qin Luo.

"Is this the strength of the national team? Isn't this too terrifying?"

"Charles indeed lives up to his reputation."

... ""

Cries of surprise filled the entire Sword Pavilion.

But in the next second, the cries of shock turned into shock. Qin Luo lightly leaned his body to the side and easily dodged the opponent's attack.

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