This shadow guard is kinda nice

In a blink of an eye, it was the end of the winter moon, the weather turned from hot to cool, probably snow fell on the girders, but it was just a little cooler in Nanchu, so just bring a cloak when you go out sooner or later.

The martial arts conference has been in full swing for more than half a month. Since Jiang Yujin and Jiang Yang won the competition, Xiao Yichen has not watched it anymore. Until today, the last day of the martial arts conference, the final result will be announced. Da Qin and Dong Zhou took the lead out.

Daqin, which was favored by everyone before, was an upset, and Dongzhou itself was not favored by anyone, so it deserved its name. It was Daliang and Nanchu who came to the end.

One is Jiang Yang, the son of the current martial arts leader, and the other is Ren Mingfeng, the son of the leader of the Qingyun faction. Both of them are rookies in recent years, and they are quite famous in the world.

The final battle was about to start, so the number of people who went to watch it was also large, compared with the first day, it was even worse.

Today's weather is also very good. It is a rare sunny day. It has been cloudy and rainy for the past two days. Today it cleared up and the sky is clear, as if it has been washed spotlessly by the continuous rain.

Mo Ran followed Xiao Yichen to the martial arts arena for the second time, still in the same seat, the two of them went late, probably everyone had arrived, just waiting for the final start.

After Yi Linglong greeted the two of them, she looked nervously at the stage. Today is the end of her senior brother's battle. After decades of hard work, she won. He is the youngest martial artist in the Wulin League in a hundred years The leader of the alliance, commanding the rivers and lakes, has been famous all over the world since then.If they lose, it will become a stepping stone for Nan Chu to serve two consecutive terms and the Jiang family to serve as the martial arts leader for two consecutive terms.

He is the bone of bones under the throne of the high platform, no one knows.

Jiang Zhaohong stood on the stage and said a few simple words. He knew that no one would listen to his nonsense here. After announcing the start, the stage was handed over to two young men who were also famous in the world.

Dressed in green clothes and blue clothes, they occupy the two sides of the high platform, facing each other.

"Ren Mingfeng of the Qingyun faction, please enlighten me."

"Wulin League Jiang Yang, please enlighten me."

Ren Mingfeng raised his hand slightly, and he drew out the famous Qingyun Sword. The sword body is made of black iron, polished to be extremely light and thin, and has an imposing edge.

From the beginning of the martial arts conference to today, his Qingyun sword has never been unsheathed. Today, when the long sword is unsheathed, it is bound to win the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Jiang Yang also drew out the famous blue light sword in his hand. The blade was sharp and shone with a cold light. He followed the leader of the martial arts since he was a teenager. After ten years of experience, there will be a result today.

His sword trembled slightly, and his people were also excited. He longed for this competition, longed for many years.

As the wind rose and the clouds passed by, the two of them moved, and sword qi contended, sweeping every corner of the high platform.

Qingyun sword tore through the wind, like a swimming dragon, rushed to the sky, and pointed directly at Jiang Yang's throat.

Jiang Yang's wrist turned slightly, and he raised his sword to block it horizontally.

The two people's figures were staggered, and they flew up at the same time, the long sword pierced out, and the internal force was poured into the sword body, and the sword energy swept across thousands of troops.

There were those with weak internal strength in the audience, who couldn't stand it on the spot, and watched the competition with a pale face.

Ren Mingfeng used a move called Gale Wind Wuying, and the overwhelming sword energy pointed directly at Jiang Yang.

Jiang Yang's face was calm, and Qingcheng made an invisible move, turning the sword energy into nothingness.

Flying to the ground, their bodies were fast, their sword moves changed a lot, if they were a little careless, they would lose everything.

Yi Linglong's heart was in her throat, she clenched her hands tightly, and Jian Shui Qiutong stared at the two phantoms on the stage without blinking, for fear of missing something.

It was rare for Xiao Yichen to watch a match seriously. The strength of the two was strong and similar, and they were indeed worthy of this final battle.

"Who do you think will win?" He suddenly wanted to know what the person beside him who had been silent and had no mood swings was thinking.

Mo Ran glanced at Xiao Yichen, then at the staggered figures of the two on the stand, he said honestly, "This subordinate doesn't know."

The strength of the two is about the same, and there has been no flaw in the fight so far, and there is no sign of either party weakening, it is indeed not easy to judge.

Xiao Yichen chuckled, inexplicably feeling that his honesty was very funny.

"What does the master think?"

Xiao Yichen leaned back, he watched the two swords pointing at each other, Jiang Yang's fleeting flaw.

"Ren Mingfeng, I hope it's him."

Mo Ran nodded, if Ren Mingfeng won the position of martial arts leader, it would indeed benefit them more than Nan Chu Jiang Yang.

Nan Chu has dominated for too long, it's time for someone else to sit in this seat.

After a hundred moves, Ren Mingfeng drew a sword flower with his long sword, the tip of the sword was cold, pointing directly at Jiang Yang's right shoulder.

Jiang Yang Hengjian resisted, but it was a step too late.

Ren Mingfeng retreated extremely quickly, pointing the sword point directly at Jiang Yang's lower abdomen, and he saw the flaw that had just passed away in a flash.

The inner strength poured out like a pour, and the long sword was still in the land of no one, with an irresistible momentum, as long as it went down a little, everything was over, ten years, it was over like this.

Jiang Yang suddenly laughed, and the blue light sword reached his left hand in an instant, breaking the sword easily.

Easy to attack and defend.

The eyes of the audience in the audience stared straight, God, this can be blocked, the applause was sparse at first, and then more and more, until it thundered.

Jiang Zhaohong looked at Jiang Yang with satisfaction, his pride.

Jiang Yang was born left-handed, so no one except Jiang Zhaohong knew how to use left-handed swordsmanship. In the ten years of the Wulin League, he taught Jiang Yang the Gaifeng swordsmanship single-handedly.

Jiang Yang is well-known in the world for his Blast Sword Technique, but few people know that his biggest hole card is the left-hand sword technique.

Ren Mingfeng missed the opportunity, and was stabbed in the left shoulder, and the blood instantly stained the green shirt.

Yi Linglong covered her mouth, tears pooled in her eyes, she tried her best not to let herself cry.

King Cheng has been coming here intermittently for a while. Today is the last match, Daliang has come to the end, so he naturally wants to attend, martial arts and swordsmanship. He is just learning the surface, as long as he can defend himself, besides, there are a large number of shadow guards around to protect him, so there is no need for him to do it himself.

Therefore, he couldn't see clearly the situation of the fight between the two, and with his strength, he could barely see a phantom.But Ren Mingfeng was stabbed by Jiang Yang, and he still saw it clearly.

He couldn't help cursing inwardly, what a waste, it was a waste of time. He had been getting close to Chen Yuan some time ago, and when he went to find him, Ren Mingfeng, he still put on an aloof appearance, he looked very respectful, but there was no sense of respect in his bones .

Ren Mingfeng knew that he had committed a big taboo, and he couldn't bear it if the other party showed his weakness.

The sharp pain in his shoulder constantly reminded him to stay calm and calm down.

He raised his hand again, and the sky-shattering invisible sword poured out. In an instant, it seemed as if the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, and the flags were fluttering. Jiang Yang returned with a sword, piercing all nothingness.

Xiao Yichen folded his arms, his face was calm.

If he can't see it again, Ren Mingfeng is really not suitable for this seat.

Suddenly, Ren Mingfeng had a thought, and suddenly realized that Jiang Yang's weakness was in the right abdomen, and he used his left hand. The right abdomen is a cover, and the left abdomen should be the real weakness.

The two figures were entangled together, and then separated quickly, occupying both sides of the high platform just like at the beginning.

It's the last time, and it's time for the showdown.

Ren Mingfeng raised his hand slowly, and the sword rang all over the field.

"Jiang Yang, you are excellent, rare in the world."

Jiang Yang also raised his hand, where the sword goes, where the heart goes.

He smiled, "Ren Mingfeng, you are good enough, but it's time to end."

He held up a sword with an open mind like a valley, this was the last move, the wind and clouds rose, and the sword energy was reckless, as deep and wide as a valley.

Ren Mingfeng also used the last move of Qingyun swordsmanship, the world has no self, this sword in his life is enough to change the color of the world.

The two figures stepped high in the air, their internal energy poured out at the same time, Ren Mingfeng stabbed vertically and horizontally, and his left shoulder was dyed red.

"Jiang Yang, it's over."

He smiled, just like that gentle and jade-like Mr. Pianpian.

Jiang Yang's eyes widened in disbelief, and he saw Qingyun sword piercing his left abdomen.

The wind stopped, the clouds rested, and two figures landed on the stage.

The audience stood up in a rush. The wind was too strong just now, and they couldn't see clearly what was going on in the sky. Now that the two of them were covering their shoulders and their stomachs, they couldn't tell who was the winner at all.

Jiang Zhaohong smiled, he hugged his son who was walking off the stage, and patted his back over and over again as he did when he was a child, telling his son, you did a good job, you are great, it’s okay, you will always be a father pride, forever.

Jiang Yang buried his head on the shoulder of the man who was as reliable as a mountain since he was a child. No matter what happened, he would stand in front of him and protect himself well.

In the thunderous applause of congratulations, Jiang Zhaohong's shoulders were wet.

This Taishan didn't change his expression in front of him, the martial arts leader who had led the Jianghu for ten years froze in place, his hands and feet were so stiff that he didn't know what to do.

But he still stood, letting his son lean on his shoulder, listening to the congratulations to another person flooding his ears.

Ren Mingfeng won. He stood on the high platform, covering his shoulders, enjoying the sunshine at this moment.

Xiao Yichen smiled lightly, and when thousands of people applauded, he took Mo Ran and left quietly without disturbing anyone.

Looking at the people standing on the stage, Chen Yuan was relieved and proud, all of which rushed into his heart for a while.

Yi Linglong stood up, covered her mouth and smiled while shedding tears, the sparkle in her eyes was like the most precious treasure in the world.

Her senior brother is amazing, he did it, ten years of painstaking efforts were not in vain, those intense heat and cold, day after day, year after year of cultivation, at this moment, got the best reward.

She watched Prince Nanchu crown him, and watched the little jade tablet shine brightly in his hand.

At this moment, he became the leader of the martial arts alliance.

The youngest leader of the Wulin League in the past century.

Only 26 years old.

This battle between Ren Mingfeng and Jiang Yang is destined to be recorded in the history books.On this day, two young people who also shouldered heavy responsibilities put an end to the old arena and those who had left a strong mark on this arena, and thus opened a new chapter.

Another decade in the arena has begun.