Huang Lin swept out the sword, and the long sword seemed to transcend time and space in an instant. A sharp aura between heaven and earth soared into the sky, and everyone had a terrible feeling of a blade blowing their face.

Rebecca, who was the first to bear the brunt, was under greater pressure. She felt that the halving force field around her seemed to be cut open by the other party. She exclaimed and retreated frantically.

While retreating, she pointed her five fingers in a row, and thunder and fire sword energy continued to shoot towards Huang Lin's long sword.

But the thunder fire sword energy that was comparable to the power of the bazooka shot on Huang Lin's sword, and was cut open like tofu, and then dissipated between heaven and earth. Huang Lin used his sword to disperse eighteen thunder fire sword energy, and the huge force of the sword tip Rebecca's forehead was less than one meter away.

Rebecca's eyes were full of fear. It was not until this time that she remembered Huang Lin's identity, a master of swordsmanship at the second level 25, a titled knight of the second level 'Sword Sword', and Shura who had killed more than ten thousand enemies on the battlefield.

The power in her body exploded violently, with more than one hundred points of strength, speed, and flexibility exploded like a bomb. The attributes accumulated bit by bit after decades of practicing swordsmanship every day, taking various treasures every day, and relying on countless resources to accumulate over the years, even some new second-transfer warriors may not be able to compare with her.

But the power of more than a hundred points, speed and flexibility burst out, but he could not escape Huang Lin's deathly sword.

As the sword tip in sight shrank inch by inch, just as it was about to pierce her forehead, a white palm appeared in the sky, spreading her hands and pinching Huang Lin's sword edge.

Rebecca felt cold sweat everywhere in her body. Seeing the dean blocking Huang Lin's sword for her, the fear, despair and fear on her face immediately turned into anger that soared into the sky.

A harsh scream came out from her neck, and she shouted hysterically: "Huang Lin, how dare you?" She pointed at Huang Lin and said: "You want to kill me? For this little bastard, you dare to kill me!"

"Aren't you dead yet?" Huang Lin sneered, and the sword shook, and pulled the sword out of the dean's hand.

The dean smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, two of you, a little bit of conflict, can you use such a sword to face each other?"

"But he wants to kill me!" Rebecca screamed, looking at Huang Lin and Fang Xingjian's eyes full of resentment: "Only killing the knights enthroned by the Empire is going to rebel! Huang Lin, wait for me, I want to go to the High Knights Association, I want you to destroy your swordsmanship, send you to prison, and let you live in the most disgusting and dirty cesspool forever.

And you!" She looked at Fang Xingjian and cursed viciously: "Little bastard, I will make you kneel down and kowtow to admit your mistakes, and be a slave to Konitz for the rest of your life."

Fang Xingjian glared at the sight, and the murderous aura flowed in his eyes, and he had already listed this old woman as the target of killing.

"Huh?" Huang Lin's eyes were also slightly wide open, and countless sword lights seemed to flow in his eyes. He stepped out in one step, and a strong murderous aura as solid as it was rolling back towards Rebecca.

Rebecca screamed, her figure flashed, and she had already grabbed Konitz and ran away from behind. She had appeared a few meters away in a few blinks.

The resentful voice came like a night owl in the deep mountains and a mountain ghost.

"You two... remember... this matter... can't be finished."

Seeing Rebecca running away, Huang Lin sneered: "It's no wonder that he can't finish the second turn even if he's seventy-eighty." After that, he turned to look at Fang Xingjian beside him and said: "But although this kind of old thing hasn't been a second turn, he has been at the peak of the first turn for too long. Relying on his age and countless resources, he has stacked his attributes very high. You have just turned around and cannot confront them head-on.

But with your talent as a Storm Swordsman, killing them is as easy as killing a dog in just one or two years.”

Fang Xingjian nodded seriously: "Disciple understand."

Seeing the murderous conversation between the master and the disciple, the dean on the side smiled bitterly again: "You two... will really cause trouble for me. Do you really want to kill Rebecca?"

Huang Lin said coldly: "This kind of native chicken and tile dog is just a small mountain bag that my apprentice encountered on the road. You don't need to care about it in a few years, but if she dares to do something irregular now, I will dare to kill Tracia's house."

The dean had no choice but to turn his head and look at Fang Xingjian and said with a smile: "Fang Xingjian, you... have indeed successfully changed your position and become a Storm Sword Master?" At this point, his eyes were full of excitement.

The instructors, teachers and students on the side also looked over with curiosity. They had noticed this place when Huang Lin and Rebecca were fighting, but how could they dare to get close to the two powerful men?

But now that the battle is over, everyone immediately notices this when they hear the dean’s question.

Fang Xingjian smiled slightly, and saw his legs suddenly blurring, and he said, "It's successful, I'm already a Storm Sword Master."

Seeing the blur of his feet, the faces of everyone present immediately changed more solemnly.

More than 70% of the people present could not see clearly whether Fang Xing’s sword moved his right foot or left foot just now.

The dean laughed. In the district election, there was a rare profession like Storm Sword Master. This is such a brilliant achievement in his political achievements. Even the emperor who is far away in the imperial capital will say that he has made contributions in education.

The clever instructors on the side had already walked up and said, "Congratulations to Dean, for carefully cultivating students for more than ten years. What a magnificent Cost martial style, I finally have the genius Fang Xingjian, a genius who has become the Storm Sword Master."

"The Storm Sword Master is just the beginning. With the talent of Star Sword, he will be a god-level powerhouse in ten or twenty years. At that time, the dean and Master Huang Lin will be the masters of god-level powerhouses, and we can also benefit from it."

"Yes, our hospital has been in the hospital for more than two hundred years, and there has never been a god-level powerhouse. The president is really a pioneer and a master of his generation, and he has the best of all the world."

One after another, the flattery was shot out by the instructors. When Fang Xingjian looked at him, his disdain and pity, his eyes turned into envy, admiration, and passion.

After all, they are not fools, a genius who is likely to become a god-level powerful man in the future. How could they deliberately go against each other?

In their opinion, being as ignorant as Rebecca is simply stupid in practicing martial arts.

Although many flatteries are a bit too naked, both the dean and Huang Lin have refused so hard, especially the dean's smiling face reveals a very good mood.

The dean said lightly: "Okay, okay, it's all gone." He looked at Fang Xingjian, looked at the other party with a look of looking at rare treasures, and said: "Come with me, Xingjian, you are the Storm Sword, of course you can't go on the ground casually for the next course. Let's help you plan your next path together.

Well, I remember Storm Sword Hero has the expertise in movement and movement speed? It just so happened that the Lord of Cost has raised more than a dozen Fengying eagles, so I went to ask him to send them to you for replenishment."

Hearing the dean's words, everyone present swallowed a saliva. The Fengying raised by Lord Cost City is a super ferocious animal up to level 20 and is the most cherished pet of the Lord.

The dean said, and he had to take it directly to Fang Xingjian and take it to replenish it.

Everyone present looked at Fang Xingjian and was instantly envious of ten times.

But there is no way, this is the Storm Sword Master. There are only three Storm Sword Masters in the history of the entire empire, and all three have become god-level powerful men.
Chapter completed!