Opening book: I am the villain Gao Fushuai

The moment Zhao Gan's hand touched the hilt of the sword, his movements froze. It might not be appropriate to say stagnation, but everyone felt that this was a harbinger of earth-shaking.

"Whoo~"

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

This is indoors, and it is reasonable to say that there will be no wind.

But the facts are in front of everyone, and the wind is indeed blowing.

The wind suddenly rose in all directions, and the sudden gust of wind was like the prelude to a storm, making everyone hold their breath and concentrate.

Yun Qianyue stared blankly at Zhao Gan, letting the wind blow her ponytail up and down.

Zhao Gan still didn't move, but at this moment, his hair was fluttering, and the hem of his clothes was raised, as if he was in the center of the storm.

However, she felt that it wasn't that Zhao Qian was standing in the center of the storm, but that the gust of wind was caused by him.

Suddenly, Zhao Gan moved.

He straightened up and straightened his head.

The boy is still the same boy, but inexplicably, Yun Qianyue feels that he is different.

It became very strange, very scary, but it also made people... heart-pounding.

People raise swords, and swords raise people.

This was the first sentence of the master who taught her swordsmanship, and she always kept it in mind to take good care of her sword.

But Yun Qianyue found that she was wrong.

Wrong.

Outrageous.

why?

The sword in Zhao Gan's hand was not out of its sheath, but his whole body showed his sharpness.

It seems that the next thing to be unsheathed is not a sword, but a person.

The sword is a sharp weapon, so it needs a scabbard, and the sword is restrained in the sheath.

But once the sword is out of the sheath, it will amaze the world.

In the past, Zhao Gan was introverted, although he was ruthless, he was still gentle, and he would stare into the eyes of others when talking to him, which was kind.

But what about Zhao Gan now?He took off the scabbard to reveal his original sharpness. Now he is domineering, ruthless, and superior.

Yun Qianyue felt a strange feeling in her heart, and as time intensified, she had a premonition.

The moment Zhao Gan draws his sword, there will be some bizarre scenes that will bring her into another world and impact her common sense.

Zhao Qian's eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, as if he had suddenly become another person when he picked up the sword.

Yun Qianyue couldn't help thinking, what happened to him?What was he thinking about?What will he do next?Who the hell is he...?

Everyone held their breath and carefully watched the young man's every move, while Qin Bai was sweating even more and dared not move.

But at this moment, Zhao Qian's stagnant eyes flickered, and there was a wave of waves.

He finally spoke:

"This sword is wrong."

The surrounding wind seemed to weigh heavily on everyone, and they didn't dare to breathe, but the wind came suddenly and went away suddenly.

"what?"

Yun Qianyue was staring at Zhao Gan carefully, but the depressive atmosphere dissipated in an instant.

She even had an illusion that Zhao Gan would make an earth-shattering sword next, and almost thought that there would be a sword coming from the west to split the venue.

But in such an atmosphere, Zhao Gan suddenly uttered such confusing words that the sword was wrong.

Zhao Gan flicked the sword in his hand casually, this sword was indeed wrong.

Of course, it wasn't a problem with the sword, but the sword.

Not going well.

"call......"

Not only Yun Qianyue breathed a sigh of relief, but everyone present also breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't dare to breathe out until now.

But the most nervous one was Qin Bai on stage.

He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the cold sweat off his brow.

The owner of Qin Bai's place still overwhelmed Zhao Gan, so naturally he had to wait for him to make the first move, so Qin Bai didn't move.

Everyone thinks so.

But only Qin Bai's face was serious, and only he knew it.

When he saw Zhao Qian drawing his sword just now, he wanted to wait for him to draw it.

But he didn't expect that a huge coercion suddenly appeared in the middle, which made him almost subconsciously attack Zhao Gan.

But then he froze.

He still didn't make a move in the end.why?

Just because he had a hunch that as long as he dared to take a step just now, he would instantly splatter blood on the spot.

This is not an exaggeration at all, this is his intuition from thousands of battles.

It's ridiculous to say that he thought that Zhao Gan, a sword player, would definitely win as long as he got close to him, but he didn't expect that Zhao Gan would be pinned in place before he drew his sword. Others laughed out loud.

But luckily, no one found it.

"Brother Zhao, what do you mean this sword is wrong? Could it be that this sword doesn't fit your hand?"

Qin Bai now has a mocking smile on his face.

From the perspective of others, the competition has not started yet, but only Qin Bai knows that the competition has ended.

If the feeling just now was not an illusion, then he and the boy in front of him are not in the same dimension at all.

If it is not an illusion.

His intuition is very accurate, and the kid in front of him is very strange.

Let's find a step down.

"Then I have other swords here. Brother Zhao, do you want to change to another sword? But these swords are all similar, and I am afraid it will not suit Brother Zhao's appetite."

Qin Bai said regretfully, fighting between warriors is very rare, but if the sword is not easy for a swordsman, there is nothing to do...

Right?

"Use my handle."

Yun Qianyue hastily handed out her sword.

She was eager to see what kind of tricks Zhao Gan would use and his true strength.

I thought that Zhao Gan would take Yun Qianyue's sword, not to mention whether it would be useful or not, but he would know by playing it first.

But unexpectedly, Zhao Gan shook his head, looked directly at Qin Bai and said:

"I have a sword."

You have a sword so where is your sword?

Everyone looked around, but they didn't see any unowned sword at all.

! !

Everyone is wondering.

But no one expected that a girl appeared from the shadow of the arena, and everyone realized that there was someone standing under their noses.

Leng Shuxuan's black hair hangs down straight down, dignified and beautiful, wearing a black ancient tube top dress with a sense of beauty that does not belong to this era, beautiful facial features, deep sunken eye sockets, high nose bridge, delicate collarbone, and a beautiful face. With the cold and stern beauty of retreating with Zhao Ganru, the black eyes only look at Zhao Gan.

Stepping on high heels, she inadvertently exposed her beautiful bare feet as she moved. The 1.7-meter-four tall figure made her skirt protrude forward and backward.

But this is not the main thing.

I saw the girl holding a sword in her hand.

A black long sword with golden patterns on the top, mysterious patterns engraved on the scabbard, and a stem engraved on the sword bore, which looks ancient and mysterious.As soon as the sword came out, although it hadn't been unsheathed yet, I could hear the sound of the sword, which was exactly the same as Zhao Qian's previous sound.

This is the real people raising swords, one person and one sword are like carved out of a mold.

The black gold sword was not out of its sheath, no one underestimated this sword, no one dared to underestimate this girl, and no one dared to underestimate Zhao Gan standing in the stands.