Han Feng looked reluctant and slowly took out the Bishui Changtian Sword.

When Zhao Ling saw that it was Han Feng who was playing against her, she gritted her teeth and looked gloomy.

Shaking his eight-character steps, Han Feng walked forward and said, "Hey, what's your name? Forget it, you can give up quickly. I am a principled person and don't hit women."

With a swish, Zhao Ling directly slid a long sword out of his sleeve.

Looking at Han Feng, Zhao Ling said, "You are just a shameless, vulgar scum who can only spill feces, and there are principles. Who do you believe it? You can give up on me immediately. I can spare you."

Han Feng took out his ears, bounced his earwax away from his fingertips, and said, "That's nothing to talk about? It's really hard to do. I really don't hit a woman. Why bother?"

Zhao Ling's body was full of energy. Looking at her weak, she was actually at the seventh level of inner energy.

Yi Que Fei Danced, and his slender and straight legs made Han Feng's eyes straight.

Judging from the heart, Zhao Lingchang is not bad.

Her face is delicate and her skin is as snowy. The goose-yellow warrior robe sets off her slender figure and is convex and convex, and she is indeed a beauty.

But her mouth was too poisonous.

Looking at Han Feng, he shouted: "Bastard from the garbage Yuanyuan, fight me quickly. I don't have time to hang out with you. I feel like I'm going to suffocate when I smell the air in your Yuanyuan."

Han Feng's face turned cold and he said, "You can scold me. But you can't insult Yiyuanyuan. Well, it seems that I'm going to break the precepts today. I will still fight women."

He walked forward slowly, and the light of the Qingshui Changtian Sword flowed.

Senior Brother Chu Tian smiled and said, "Haha, Junior Brother Han Feng is angry, I have to see."

The eldest brother patted his stomach, causing his fat body to shake like ripples, and said, "Yes, Junior Brother Han Feng is still terrible to get up. If he uses the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique, I will give him three points."

As he said that, the eldest brother took a look at Master.

Master Yiqing rolled his eyes and said, "If he dares to use the Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique in Yiyuan Academy, he can graduate early and get out of the Martial Arts Academy."

Although Master Yiqing's voice was calm, it still clearly reached Han Feng's ears.

Han Feng's face twitched slightly, but he still didn't let it be used. Oh, when will it be completely enjoyable?

This is finally achieved without using it, which is really frustrating.

Lang Jian and others frowned slightly when they heard the words "Sword of Heaven-Slaying Sword".

What kind of martial arts is this? They have never heard of it. However, depending on the name, it seems to be very powerful and it is not allowed to be used.

Lang Jian sneered, probably because it was an unfinished sword technique. Otherwise, why not let it be used?

Lang Jian didn't think anyone in Yiyuan Academy could practice the swordsmanship with great power. After many years, Yiyuan Academy had never heard of any great power. Every time the academy ranking battle, Yiyuan Academy would fight casually, and decisively admit defeat when he saw others use their big moves.

Han Feng raised his sword and released his mighty power.

Zhao Ling snorted coldly, rushed over without saying a word.

Her body movement was very strange, and a afterimage was drawn out in the moment of sprinting, which was a manifestation of her speed reaching a certain level.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he could see Zhao Ling's movements clearly.

A zigzag body movement, running like lightning, looks very interesting.

Han Feng widened his eyes and lost his target in an instant. The next moment, before he could react, Zhao Ling's sword suddenly attacked with the rushing sword energy.

The sword energy was three feet away from Han Feng, which made Han Feng feel a tingling pain in his skin.

The Bishui Changtian Sword spun and Han Feng blocked Zhao Ling's sword. With a force, Zhao Ling's sword deviated from the direction and stabbed to the side along Han Feng's left arm.

With a stinging sound, the eldest cut was cut by the sword energy on Han Feng's left.

Han Feng immediately started to scold, "Ge, my favorite set of clothes, my last set of formal clothes. You actually pierced it."

Zhao Ling ignored Han Feng's shouting at all, and his feet left the ground, turned around and spun the sword light filled the sky.

"One sword brings stars!"

Han Feng dodged repeatedly, and the energy on his body continued to tremble. The light on the Bishui Changtian Sword became more and more intense.

Han Feng seemed a little embarrassed. Suddenly, his hand holding the Bishui Changtian Sword seemed to be hit by the sword light. He shook suddenly and almost couldn't hold the Bishui Changtian Sword.

How could Zhao Ling let go of such an opportunity? The sword is like a galaxy, and the light splashes everywhere. Han Feng's clear water and long sky sword is directly hit by Han Feng's sword.

"Good sword technique, Sister Zhao Ling's sword technique is still so gorgeous."

Zhang Yuehan was the first to applaud, and Lang Jian also had a smile on his face. This is the elite of their Piaomiao Academy, with great strength, quick body skills and gorgeous martial arts.

Lu Fan frowned at this moment and said softly: "What are Senior Brother Han Feng doing?"

Just now, Lu Fan clearly saw Senior Brother Han Feng let go of his hand.

The eldest brother shook his head and sighed, "Here we are here again, Junior Brother Han Feng is going to cheat people again."

Lu Fan didn't understand the meaning of the eldest brother, so he looked at the eldest brother, Chu Xing, and Chu Tian, ​​all began to shake his head. He seemed to be used to the fact that Senior Brother Han Feng was picked up by someone.

In the field, Senior Brother Han Feng, who had no sword, kept retreating, trying to keep a distance.

Zhao Ling's attack was amazing, and she could no longer see her true body. She could only see countless afterimages of Zhao Ling's swords. Each sword light seemed very gorgeous, but she could not touch the corner of Han Feng's clothes.

Han Feng kept retreating, and Zhao Ling was chasing her desperately.

The eldest brother said: "The sword is not solid but it is not solid, and it takes strength."

Senior Brother Chu Tian also said, "It looks good. But the actual effect is really bad. Junior Brother Han Feng's sword technique has been completed, and she lost."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Fan saw Senior Brother Han Feng bent his left hand into the sword technique. The next moment, a shiny light lit up.

clang!

A long sword was inserted into the ground, and the sword body trembled slightly.

Everyone looked at each other and saw that the Birch Shui Changtian Sword, which was clearly being picked, flew back and inserted directly to the ground.

The afterimage disappeared, and Zhao Ling felt a little wet on his neck. When he reached out and touched it, it turned red.

There was a blood thread on her neck, which happened to be broken and did not hurt her flesh.

Zhao Ling looked at Han Feng in shock, and then his whole face became ferocious.

Han Feng stood in front of the Bishui Changtian Sword, looking at Zhao Ling coldly and said, "The winner is decided, you can get out. I just let the sword go one inch away, and you will die on the spot. Oh, who made me merciful and cherish the jade?"

Mentor Lang Jian was also stunned. Zhao Ling was a very good student in their Piaomiao Academy. He originally wanted to recommend Zhao Ling to win a college ranking and battle quota.

But now...

Zhao Ling roared hysterically.

"You despicable villain. I didn't lose. You are a sneak attack. The trainees from the Garbage Yuanyuan cannot beat me. I want to kill you!"

Zhao Ling's madness made Master Yiqing and Master Daoguang frown.

Mentor Lang Jian hurriedly said, "Zhao Ling, no!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Ling rushed over with a sword light and rushed towards Han Feng.

Han Feng did not expect that at this time, Zhao Ling would dare to take action against him without any chance.

Lu Fan stood up in an instant, but at this moment, a figure directly blocked Han Feng.

The huge body and fat body are like a city wall. Who is it if it is not the eldest brother Wuwei?

Zhao Ling and the sword light hit the eldest brother's belly. The next moment, Zhao Ling bounced back, first hit the ground, and then rolled out more than ten feet in a row like a gourd rolling in the ground.

Lang Jian hurried forward to catch Zhao Ling, but the power contained in Zhao Ling made Lang Jian shock all over his body. He was injured in an instant and held Zhao Ling's body tightly, which made her stop.

Looking closely, Zhao Ling had blood hanging on the corner of his mouth and was already unconscious. The sword in his hand was shattered inch and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yuehan opened her mouth and couldn't speak. Is this the Yuanyuan Court?

Is this the ninth-ranked college in the martial arts academy? Why are the students here so strong?

The "Senior Brother" standing next to Zhang Yuehan also sucked the light in his eyes, turned to look at the eldest brother Wuwei's gaze, full of fear.

The senior brother laughed and touched his stomach and said, "The competition is a competition, don't hurt your composure. Look, it's bad if you have a bad temper. You knock yourself out. Everyone can see clearly. I didn't do it. She hit her. Fortunately, my belly is hard enough, otherwise if I am pierced and I fall here, you can't carry me back to the room."

Han Feng poked his head out from behind the elder brother, touched the elder brother's belly and said, "Senior Brother, your belly is full of fat. Even if it is pierced, it is just fat. Haha, it seems that I have to keep a body of fat."

The eldest brother glared at Han Feng, turned around and walked back.

Master Yiqing said: "Win is winning, losing is losing. Can the students of Piaomiao Academy not afford to lose? It seems that I want to have a good chat with your Master Mengyun."

Lang Jian's expression changed and he lost two consecutive games. This happened, and he felt that all their faces in Piaomiaoyuan had been lost.

Gripping my teeth, the rules for the competition are three wins in five games. Now that I lose both games, I can't lose anymore.

Lang Jian turned his head and looked at the "senior brother" beside Zhang Yuehan.

"Lin Qi, come on the third game. You can't lose any more."

Lin Qi nodded, stepped forward slowly, and stood in the field. Chu Tian saw Lin Qi and smiled and said, "This guy is here too. I'll do this."

As he said that, Chu Tian stepped forward. But after just two steps, Lin Qi looked at the people in the Yuanyuan Court and said aloud: "I don't want to compete with others. Chu Tian, ​​we fought a year ago. Today, I don't want to fight again. I just want to have a fight with Lu Fan of your Yuanyuan Court. Lu Fan, do you dare to fight?"

Lu Fan looked at Lin Qi and then at Zhang Yuehan, but he was not surprised at all.

Looking up, Lu Fan looked at Zhang Yuehan first and said, "Zhang Yuehan, is this the new lover you are looking for? Your vision is still as bad as ever."

Zhang Yuehan sneered: "It's OK, just try it out."

“It makes sense.”

Lu Fan stood up with a chuckling smile.

Looking at Lin Qi, Lu Fan said calmly: "War as soon as you fight, why don't you dare?"
Chapter completed!