Shi Chen looked at the opponent's attack and defense moves, narrowed his eyes and said, "I have to say, you kids from rich families do have some leverage to bully others."

Qian Heming just smiled and said: "How else can I teach you poor people who don't know the heights of the world? You know, there are some things that you untouchables can't put your hands on."

Shi Chen was speechless. He still could not fully understand the thinking logic of some people, such as the thinking logic of these rich dudes. They were like a group of robbers who unscrupulously took other people's things and could not tolerate the resistance of the other party, shouting "Why are we weak?"

Gotta fight' the same.

Seeing that Qian Heming was already approaching, he had no choice but to tighten his grip on the sword in his hand.

"I hope you will remember today's lesson. As long as it makes me happy today, I don't mind seriously considering whether to leave a way for you to survive." Qian Heming said as if there was no one around, and charged towards Shi Chen.

Lunge lunge!

The ordinary long sword seemed to become extremely sharp in his hand in an instant. The lights of the sword dojo shone on it, the cold light was like a flowing firefly, and it cut through the air silently.

Seeing that Qian Heming took the lead and stabbed Shi Chen's neck without hesitation. The students present all shouted low, and Xia Li's face turned pale. She wrung her hands together, hesitating whether to do it now or not.

I asked Teacher Luo to stop the written test between them.

This kind of sword move is no longer a matter of practice, but a killing technique.

In order to save money, the quality of the armor and weapons assigned to them in the first year of high school is not very good and can only cope with general training. At this moment, Qian Heming's health has obviously reached or even exceeded 1 o'clock, which is already the Earth's

With the peak physical strength of the era combined with the swordsmanship of the ancient British court, the armor on Shi Chen's body may not be able to withstand it.

Shi Chen just squinted his eyes and stared at the long sword that was like a bee sting in Qian Heming's hand. Listening to the other party's arrogant words, he surprisingly had no negative emotions. Everything was like returning to the previous duel with Liya.

Just like when comparing skills.

At the moment when the long sword stabbed towards the neck, the sole of his right foot stepped hard on the wooden floor. He turned his head sideways, took a deep breath, and his slightly bent legs suddenly bounced, shaking the ground several times.

A wisp of dust drove his entire body towards Qian Heming at a speed not inferior to his opponent.

With a 'clang' sound, the long swords in their hands clashed together, sparks flew, and the two pairs of eyes with different emotions were closer than ever before.

"Strike the sword and move the stab!" Qian Heming shouted angrily, then pulled out the long sword in his hand and stabbed Shi Chen's right leg diagonally. The sword made a frightening sound due to the impact.

Buzzing sound.

Shi Chen's eyes narrowed sharply, his toes touched the ground, and he quickly retreated backwards, narrowly dodging the sword.

He did not dare to underestimate the inheritance of ancient swordsmanship, but he had practiced Federation military physical skills and had just learned Sith fighting skills, but he did not expect that the opponent would have such amazing speed and power with a thunderous move. More importantly,

What's more, this move carries with it an inexplicable momentum.

"Throw the jab!"

Chi chi chi chi chi chi chi six times in a row, the long sword in Qian Heming's hand instantly became as soft as a snake yet extremely sharp.

In an instant, Shi Chen's pupils shrank to the extreme. Before his body was hit, he felt an instinctive tingling sensation due to danger. He knew that he couldn't escape by himself.

"Xiaochu!" At the critical moment, Shi Chen called out to a certain existence in his mind.

As if a switch was activated, the whole world in his eyes changed. The long sword in Qian Heming's hand that was originally unclear became tangible, and six silver tracks appeared in Shi Chen's eyes one after another.

In a hurry, he moved his legs back, and his upper body began to dodge with precision that was almost mechanical.

With a sneer, Shi Chen's speed was still slightly slower after all. When he dodged the insidious fifth sword, the leather armor on his right waist was cut open, and a few drops of bright red blood flew with the tip of the sword.

The pick flew out, and Xia Li's face turned pale again from a distance.

When he opened the sixth piece, Shi Chen was out of breath, the sword in his hand was trembling, and the veins on the back of his hands were popping out like a swimming dragon.

He also knows that if you defend for a long time, you will lose. He also understands that with his own strength and endurance, he cannot hold out for long under such an offensive.

So when the opponent's six swords were exhausted, he took advantage of Qian Heming's swing of the sword to open the empty door, holding the sword with both hands, and directly bumped into the opponent's arms, stabbing straight into the heart.

The incomparable sense of danger made Qian Heming scream like a girl. He turned his wrist while retreating hastily, and the sword spine was blocking the sharp thrust.

There was a soft ding sound, but the long sword in Qian Heming's hand was bent like a bow.

Shi Chen took advantage of the opponent to retreat again and finally launched his own counterattack.

The initial purpose of their duel was not to establish a life-and-death relationship, but Qian Heming's moves were always too cold and too insidious. Shi Chen was equally clean and neat, and he understood the essence of speed, precision and ruthlessness.

As soon as they touched each other, they knew that neither of them would be merciful, so no one dared to hold back, and the more they fought, the more dangerous they became.

Shi Chen did not have the opponent's secret swordsmanship inheritance, and the fencing skills taught in the school were no more than playing tricks in front of the opponent's ancient British court swordsmanship. Shi Chen simply used the moves used in the federal military's physical skills for mecha battles.

Horse strides and slashes horizontally!

Qian Heming had been unable to attack for a long time, his strength was exhausted, and his face was a little pale. He didn't dare to make a hard attack anymore, so he could only lean back and dodge.

The sword was slashed right between his eyebrows, cutting off a section of Qian Heming's flying bangs.

Qian Heming, who was finally safe, touched his empty forehead. He suddenly felt like a plucked duck and shouted angrily: "You are looking for death!"

But Shi Chen didn't respond to him at all. He scraped his feet a few times, gripped the ground tightly, and moved his body towards Qian Heming, who kept retreating.

He swung the sword into a big windmill.

Leap into the air and kneel down to chop!

Amidst the sound of metal clashing, Qian Heming was hit by the sword and staggered back a few steps. The long sword that could not help but tremble in his hand almost fell out of his hand.

Shi Chen was unyielding when he gained the upper hand, and followed with a series of counterattacks that sounded like wind, making everyone present almost forget to breathe.

Facing Shi Chen's violent attack, Qian Heming couldn't counterattack now. He groaned and the cold light struck again, so he had to put up a defensive posture. But when he lowered his head and pursed his lips, his handsome face was already distorted.

A trace of murderous intent flashed across his face.

Shi Chen saw that the other party could only resist his own attacks, but he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Every time he slashed, he was offset by the opponent's counterclockwise circular block, and every time he was blocked, a shock force that made his hands soft came from the long sword in his hand.

Seeing this scene, Xia Li seemed to have thought of something, her face turned pale and she quickly reminded: "Shi Chen! Be careful of his round four defensive counterattack!"

"It's too late!" Qian Heming suddenly raised his head with a ferocious smile on his face. When Shi Chen's fifth sword was coming, the long sword that was originally used to block suddenly stabbed towards Shi Chen's heart!
Chapter completed!