The finals of Guyun Tiancheng consist of three rounds.
They are singles, doubles and singles.
There are no requirements for the individual competitions in the first and third rounds. Only the second round of doubles competition requires trainees to perform in pairs and coordinate with each other.
Xie Xihe is the partner of Meng Ke.
Meng Ke was good at three main talents: Chinese painting, playing the qin, and pan flute.
The best one among them is beating the drum.
After discussing it, the two decided to have Xie Xihe dance with the sword to match Meng Ke's drumming.
I chose a power dance song.
As the only instructor among the five instructors who is good at sword dancing, it is completely reasonable for Ni Qian to propose to test Xie Xihe.
But after the two actually fought, even the trainees who hadn't originally thought in that direction immediately realized that something was wrong.
Sword dancing, sword dancing, first it is the dance and then the sword, the highlight is also the word dance.
What matters is the softness, elegance and grace of the body.
The sword is more of a prop. Dancing with a sword creates a fighting atmosphere and makes people's blood boil.
But the moment Ni Qian got the sword, she swung it twice. The next moment, the tip of the sword stabbed out horizontally and appeared in front of Xie Xihe before anyone could react.
It was less than an inch away from the girl's jade-white neck.
Even though they knew that this was an unsharpened sword, everyone's heart still skipped a beat and their expressions changed slightly.
Ni Qian stood with her sword in hand, staring at the girl who was just a sword away. The coldness in her eyes was as real as substance: "You can't even take a single blow. It seems..."
Before Ni Qian finished speaking, Xie Xihe on the opposite side had already raised his eyes.
Her eyes, which were obviously clear and bright, were now tinged with a chill, which made Ni Qian's heart jump and she subconsciously stopped talking.
But even if she hadn't paused, she wouldn't have had the chance to finish her words.
The next moment, Xie Xihe raised his sword, and the blade in his hand landed steadily on the middle of the long sword in Ni Qian's hand, easily knocking the opponent away with both the sword and the person.
Ni Qian took three steps back before she managed to steady herself, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She has been practicing sword since she was a child, although it was just a way to strengthen her body. However, after more than 20 years, her sword-dancing strength and skills have reached a considerable level.
It is comparable to some professionals.
Xie Xihe...how did she do it?
Ni Qian couldn't figure it out, and she was unwilling to give up, so she paused for only a second before rushing forward again with the sword.
Once, he was repelled.
Twice, repelled.
Three times, still being repelled.
With repeated attacks and repulses, Ni Qian's originally calm face became redder and redder until it was completely red.
The strange looks from all around seemed to have substance, burning away Ni Qian's sanity bit by bit. Finally, after being beaten back once again, she couldn't stand it anymore.
Gripping the long sword tightly in her hand, she exerted force on her toes to accelerate, and in an instant she turned into a shadow and rushed towards Xie Xihe. The long sword in her hand slashed down from top to bottom, straight towards Xie Xihe's shoulder.
This attack was made with great force and at an extremely tricky angle. If it had really hit Xie Xihe, even with a blunt sword, it would have caused serious injuries to Xie Xihe.
At least I definitely won’t be able to participate in the competition the day after tomorrow.
Everyone was watching, some were a little frightened, but some showed a hint of excitement.
Ji Lingyun was also watching quietly, but where no one could see, she clenched her fingertips, leaving a not-so-light mark on her palm.
Only Xie Xihe remained as still as a mountain.
In the eyes of others, the speed at which the long sword fell was very fast, but for Xie Xihe, whose mental strength seemed to have increased a lot, this speed was not worth mentioning at all.
She can strike back at any time.
But she didn't.
Until the last moment when the sword was about to arrive, she finally moved.
With a light block, the long sword that was originally moving forward with great force suddenly stopped in place. No matter how hard Ni Qian tried, she could not push the sword down even half an inch.
The next moment, Xie Xihe's eyes suddenly turned fierce, and for the first time he turned from defense to offense.
With a sideways flick, he deflected the long sword, then raised his hand suddenly and swung the prop sword out - using the same movement as Ni Qian, he chopped it down from top to bottom, straight towards Ni Qian's shoulder.
Ni Qian was shocked and reflexively swung her sword to block.
Bang!
After a crisp sound of collision, the long sword in Ni Qian's hand broke in the middle, but the sword in Xie Xihe's hand continued to fall without slowing down, and at the last moment it changed direction and slashed towards Ni Qian's neck.
In an instant, the hair broke and the sword energy pierced the skin!
The extremely sharp sword energy fell on the skin on Ni Qian's neck, leaving a shallow blood mark.
Ni Qian almost smelled the breath of death and her heart trembled with fear!
Her weak legs could no longer support the weight of her body. Ni Qian fell to the ground with a thud, her face pale.
“You…you…”
She stared blankly at the still calm girl opposite her, and was so frightened that she couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
Xie Xihe, however, had already swung the prop sword back to its previous location and asked calmly, "Teacher Ni, do you think it's okay?"
Ni Qian's face suddenly turned pale. Of course she wanted to say no, but looking at the long sword that was still shaking not far away, she didn't dare to say anything.
Xie Xihe raised a smile at the corner of his lips, casually leaned over to pick up the broken sword and placed it in Ni Qian's arms, then lowered his body to get closer to her.
His eyes were smiling, but his voice was filled with anger as he said, "Before you stand up for others, you should first consider your own worth."
"Don't mess with me."
After he finished speaking, he stood up and left without even looking at the other person.
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