"Young people, you just need this kind of vitality. Now you have won two games in a row. If you win another game, you will be qualified to retain the title of champion. The arena will be handed over to the other nine teams. Tomorrow you will compete with the final team.
Three teams are fighting. Of course, you can also choose to continue fighting and directly become the first place..."
Su Qi just grinned and waved his muscular hand gently, and the Yunqiang ax kept turning in his palm as if it was weightless.
Helong smiled calmly and began to draw wooden cards again.
This time, he threw the target card at the Lengyue Thirteen Swordsman in the corner.
Inside the Thirteen Swordsman of Lengyue, an ordinary-looking young man wearing a gray-white rough robe and a domineering dragon-headed sword hanging from his waist reached out to take the wooden sign with a gloomy expression.
Zhuge Duhan next to him smiled bitterly and shook his head, looking at Leng Meiying with an expression of extreme helplessness.
The old students who were watching the excitement began to cheer loudly.
As the famous Leng Yue Thirteen Blades among the old students, the reputation of this team is simply as good as that of Tun Tian.
It is naturally very exciting for the new Dragon Team, which is now in full swing, to face such a group of strong men. Everyone wants to see what will happen when these two strong teams collide.
Such sparks.
The leader of Leng Yue's Thirteen Swordsmen, the very ordinary-looking young man, raised his head slightly and looked far away at Leng Meiying in another direction, with a gleam in his eyes.
"Let me take part in this one!" Zhuge Duhan sighed, then walked out from the stage, walked a few steps, and suddenly jumped onto the arena.
The young man in gray robe glanced at his back, then lowered his head and closed his eyes to rest.
On the field, Su Qi also smiled bitterly when he saw Zhuge Duhan coming up.
"Master Zhuge, what are you doing?"
Zhuge Duhan raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly: "I'm here to learn from the disciples trained by Miss Leng. Let's say it first. Don't be merciful later. Just use as much energy as you can. Don't think
I will lose to you, I have practiced very seriously these days."
Su Qiju was undecided, so he could only turn around and glance at Leng Meiying.
Leng Meiying drank tea with a look of helplessness on her face. When she saw Su Qiwang, she still nodded towards him.
No matter what, this game will still be won.
Seeing Leng Meiying nod, Su Qi put away his contempt and shouted: "Master Zhuge, be careful, drink!"
With a loud shout, Yunqiang's giant ax flashed through a bright arc of light, slashing towards Zhuge Duhan like lightning.
The latter chuckled lightly, and the two-handed sword was unsheathed. When the sheath was broken, a trace of blood flowed out from the sword's edge.
"Dang Dang Dang!!!"
The sound of the two people's continuous weapons clashing resounded throughout the arena. Both of them were heavy weapons, both of them were powerful and heavy, and both of them were heavy blows of pure power, without a trace of fancy, without any hint of force.
With half the pride.
Heavy blows, heavy blows, and heavy blows. The constant heavy blows caused the two people's weapons to spark a lot of sparks, which looked extremely gorgeous.
The Yunqiang Ax is very powerful and belongs to the category of magic weapons.
However, Zhuge Duhan's two-handed sword is also not bad, and it is not inferior to Master Yun Qiang in terms of weapon quality.
