Such crazy actions did not make Mo Yuhuan panic at all. The snow-white pretty face was still calm. She waved the Mo Ming sword to resist Liao Bizhen's attack. When the second horse missed, she attacked again, and slammed her left palm and hit her with a sharp edge, without any warning.

"Ah..." After a scream, Liao Bizhen's body was knocked over and fell down immediately. A severe pain came from her chest, which made her hate her. She jumped up and wanted to continue to beat her. Unexpectedly, the cold Mo Jian suddenly came over and pressed against her neck. The beauty on the horse's back said gloomyly: "Don't you agree?"

Now that the matter is over, Mu Yuzi shouted loudly: "Nan Mo Yuhuan wins!"

Mo Yuhuan then moved the long sword away, and a hint of demeanor flashed in her bright eyes, and she rode her horse away. Cheers came from the southern side to celebrate her victory.

Seeing that the little qing person failed, Dong's mentor Pan Tingshou sighed, but there was no way.

The fourth game is the highlight. Nan Zhang Xiulin, known as the evil young man, fought against Bei Qiuyu, the dark horse in this assessment. They both had a grudge in private, and they were holding a strong heart to deal with each other.

With the sound of horse hooves, Zhang Xiulin rode a Huangyan horse with a strong magnificent appearance. His mount was quite strange, with yellowish-colored and smooth hair, and his muscles were bulging and hard like rocks. It was very rare to withstand ordinary sword attacks.

Look at the death-taking gun in his hand, which is five feet and eight inches long. The tip of the gun is extremely sharp and shining with silver light. The white spiritual power is surging on it. It is worthy of being a first-rate weapon and is majestic.

In contrast, Qiu Yu on the opposite side was standing like that. Compared to him, he was really not imposing enough momentum. However, no one looked down on him anymore. He felt that he was standing there as an unsheathed sword.

Although Mid-Qiuyu made a stunning move in the first round of assessment, defeated his opponent with bare hands and only used one move, Zhang Xiulin disagreed because Zhao Dengfeng's martial arts value was too low. After all, he only had the ninth level of body refining, so he could do it even if he asked himself.

Mapi showed a ferocious smile on her face, and Zhang Xiulin said, "What, you bastard don't use weapons to fight me?"

In the middle stage of Linghong, Qiu Yu could no longer be proud of himself. He said calmly: "To deal with scum like you, of course you have to use weapons." His wrist flipped over and a blue scimitar appeared in his hand. This was the first-grade feathered sword obtained from the Golden Dragon Turtle. It should be enough to deal with that guy. How can you use a ox knife to kill a chicken? It is not as good as using a fish shadow sword or a dragon slash.

"Whether you use weapons or not, you will end up with the gun!" As the scolding sounds, the deadly gun flashed with a cold light and pierced, and the silver light rushed over like a whistling poisonous snake. Such power made many students take a breath and think in their hearts that if this gun ran to me, it would be impossible to resist it.

Everyone's eyes gathered on Qiu Yu to see how he responded, but he saw him jumping up from his toes and slashing over with his feathered sword, as if he was a head-on fight. They were all in the middle stage of spiritual surging, so he was afraid of hair!

The blue edge surged over like a strong wind and waves. The crazy collision of two forces made the air twist and the air waves surged around, causing both sides to retreat slightly, with a shocking momentum.

With one move, Zhang Xiulin felt his arms sore and numb, which made him look shocked. That guy was so amazing that he could not look down on him with his horse. He really couldn't underestimate him. He became so serious. He controlled Huang Yanma to rush forward again, using the Xuan-level primary martial arts soul-chasing gun, which he was best at. The silver light was divided into five branches and stirred out, like a feather arrow shot at Qiu Yu's vital parts, fast and fierce, making everyone dazzled.

The Southern Students cheered loudly, but the Northern Students who were watching the battle were worried. With such a fierce attack, they were afraid that Qiu Yu would be unable to resist. They stared at him with their eyes, but they saw that Qiu Yu was not panicked at all. The spiritual energy was poured into the scimitar. In an instant, the Yufeng Knife actually showed eight green edges, five of which resisted the silver light, and the other three counterattacked towards Zhang Xiulin, which shocked the teachers and students who were watching.

A cold light flashed through Yu Yi's eyes. What's going on? This kid is so powerful, it's really hard to deal with. So what? It's impossible to be my opponent at all. The higher you fly, the worse you fall.

"Bang bang bang..."

Five green lights blocked the silver light and made a sound, and Zhang Xiulin hurriedly leaned back and pressed against the horse's back. Fang barely avoided the other three sharp edges that were hitting him, and seemed very embarrassed. Just as he was just standing up, Qiu Yu's small universe also exploded at this time, roaring wildly to rush forward.

Zhang Xiulin said angrily, "You are looking for death!" He saw his wrists tremble, and his death-sucking gun stabbed the other party's chest, thinking hatefully, "Aren't you wearing armor? I'll give you a heartache. Even if you kill you, you will be just a manslaughter. What can you do to me?"

Yan Qingping and others saw it carefully, their hearts were hanging in their throats, and they were extremely nervous.

The tip of the gun attacked, Qiu Yu quickly avoided it, and actually grabbed the gun like lightning, then shouted: "Down here for me."

The extremely arrogant force was passed over and pulled Zhang Xiulin from Huang Yan immediately, which made everyone stunned.

As a result, both of them became hiking. The slightly different thing was that Zhang Xiulin was wearing armor. If the contestant was dismissed, he would have lost. However, because Qiu Yu himself did not have a mount, the boundaries were blurred. Mu Yuzi, the on-site judge, did not want Qiu Yu to win, so he did not speak out.

Zhang Xiulin, who was pulled off the horse, felt extremely humiliated, his face turned red with a angrily voice: "Don't let me go." He pulled back with all his strength.

Qiu Yu sneered, but after letting go, his figure passed. As a result, the two people were very close, and Zhang Xiulin's deathly spear was beyond the reach, and Qiu Yu suddenly slashed out the feathered sword.

"Sure!"

The attack of the copper armored weapon with a poor first-rate weapon suddenly exploded. Zhang Xiulin's shoulder was cut to the bone. He screamed in pain, but the bad luck was far from over. Qiu Yu's iron fist attacked again and fell on his cheeks.

"Peng!"

In an instant, the bones on Zhang Xiulin's face were crushed and deformed, and half of the teeth inside fell off. He turned his head and sprayed bleeding and several teeth. Then he kicked his crotch again, and he fell to the ground and screamed miserably, "Ah... Help, I'm going to be beaten to death..."

Mu Yuzi hurriedly shouted: "Stop it quickly."

Qiu Yu stopped, and showed the pleasure of revenge on his face. He sneered at the guy lying on the ground like a maniac, and reported it back and forth. Didn’t you just want to kill me? Now I will seriously injure you, so that it will be fair.

Bei won another game, and the students cheered excitedly, "Brother Yu will win, Brother Yu is mighty!"
Chapter completed!