Slaying God: Mingjie Agent, starting with Emperor Armor

The two people stood quietly on opposite sides.

The surrounding environment seemed to become tense along with the breathing of the two people. The people watching the game couldn't help but hold their breath and sweat for them.

bass-!

The long sword was unsheathed in an instant.

The knife flashed, reflecting Su Chen's serious eyes.

A slight sound of breaking through the air was heard, and a cold light flashed in the air. That was the mark left by the Star Blade.

It was just such an ordinary knife move, seemingly without any pattern, yet it seemed to contain thousands of moves and techniques.

Zhou Ping's eyes fixed.

Can't escape!

Having read various martial arts novels, Zhou Ping's understanding of swordsmanship can be said to have reached the pinnacle.

Cut off the cocoon.

He could see the flaws in the moves.

The attack in front of him had no flaws. No matter how he dodged, the next attack would follow.

Clang-!

The crisp sound of sword rang out from the wooden chopsticks, and the sharp sword energy attached to it, accurately blocking Su Chen's attack.

Clang--!

The collision between the Star Knife and the wooden chopsticks produced a harsh metal-on-metal sound, breaking the tense atmosphere around them.

The waves spread out in all directions like ripples in the water.

The leaves on the trees were rolled up and fell in the wind.

The corners of their clothes rustled under the impact, their hair danced in the wind, and their faces looked particularly resolute.

Everyone subconsciously stretched out their hands to block the impact of the airflow.

The dust has settled.

Everyone held their breath nervously, their eyes fixed on the two of them. The silence around them was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

suddenly.

A strand of black hair fell from Zhou Ping's temple in the wind, fluttering gently in the air, appearing particularly eye-catching.

auditorium.

Everyone couldn't help but gasp.

No, what did they see? Su Chen actually cut off a strand of Sword Saint's hair?!

Putting aside the difference in realm, the opponent is also a sword master!

In a simple exchange of skills, Su Chen was actually able to gain a slight advantage over the Sword Master?

abnormal!

Zhou Ping's gaze followed the flowing hair, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

"No moves are better than moves? Do you have a master?"

When masters fight, they stop when the time is right.

Su Chen did not continue to attack and retracted the Star Knife.

"Have."

Su Chen was not surprised by this result. He had been beaten by the old man from Shenshan for a year or two. If he didn't have this level of strength.

I might as well go home, find a piece of tofu and kill myself by hitting my head against it.

After hearing Su Chen's answer, Zhou Ping looked enlightened.

"I understand."

Afterwards, Zhou Ping turned his gaze to Lin Qiye and the others, all of whom, except Galan, had bruised faces and noses.

"Okay, that's all for today's training."

Finish this sentence.

Zhou Ping didn't wait for anyone to respond. He went into the room and locked himself in.

Everyone looked at each other. Baili Pangpang covered his swollen cheek and couldn't help muttering.

"This sword master is truly unique."

The others didn't reply, and either sat or lay there, staying where they were like salted fish, with a hint of confusion in their eyes.

Today's actual combat training was a huge blow to them.

In front of Zhou Ping, the strength they were so proud of could not last more than a minute.

What is important is the strength shown by Su Chen.

The most feared thing in everything is comparison.

At most, Zhou Ping undermined their self-confidence, but Su Chen's presence made them feel a sense of urgency.

The urgent feeling that if I don’t become stronger, I will be left behind.

Everyone was silent.

Su Chen tactfully kept silent.

This should be the effect that Ye Fan was talking about. Everyone in this team has great potential and needs someone to walk in front to urge them on.

Early the next morning.

When Zhou Ping appeared in front of everyone with two dark circles under his eyes, they were scared.

"Senior Sword Saint, what are you doing?"

Zhou Ping didn't answer. He took out stacks of neatly bound papers from the cardboard box behind him and handed them to each person.

These were the training plans he compiled overnight based on each person's fighting style, strengths and weaknesses, etc.