Such a delicate girl can be defeated with just one sword without any mercy.
But the female students of the Scumbag Wives Group were very happy when they saw this scene, and they all cheered: "Cold, ruthless, and handsome, they are like swordsmen..."
The male students next to him were immediately speechless.
These superficial powders.
Why not learn from us, be more obsessed with Lin Beichen's swordsmanship, wouldn't it be good to become a technical fan?
The cycle continues like this.
In the end, four people were left.
They are Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang, Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang.
The four strongest among the second-year students of the Third Academy.
The final decisive battle is finally coming.
This lottery ceremony immediately attracted the attention of the entire grade.
On the first stage, the lottery box is placed on the black market case.
Lin Beichen and four other people came to the stage to draw lots.
After the drawing of lots was completed, everyone took their nameplates.
Lin Beichen looked down and saw that he was holding the number plate No. 4.
The other three people have already held their nameplates in their hands.
The proctor came over to check, took a quick glance, and directly gave the final result of the semi-final match: "No. 1 Wu Xiaofang will face No. 4 Lin Beichen, and No. 2 Mu Xinyue will face No. 3 Yue Hongxiang."
There was cheering and excitement around the arena.
This result is a bit like king versus king, queen versus queen.
Although Yue Hongxiang from Class 8 is not as popular as Mu Xinyue, she is also a goddess in the eyes of many students. She is gentle and elegant, and exudes a kind of classical beauty. She is usually very low-key, but she has many loyal fans.
This time I reached the top four in my grade, which is definitely a well-deserved honor.
The showdown between the two goddesses is definitely eye-catching.
However, due to the constant accumulation of hatred between Lin Beichen and Wu Xiaofang throughout the competition, and the wonderful story of Lin Beichen's miraculous rise as a prodigal son, the attraction of the duel was even more attractive to the students than the battle between the two goddesses.
look.
"The first martial arts competition, Wu Xiaofang versus Lin Beichen, please come to the ring for both combatants."
Ding Sanshi, who was the invigilator and tutor, spoke loudly and authentically.
The atmosphere was instantly ignited.
"Senior Brother Wu, come on, beat the prodigal."
"Lin Jianxian, continue your myth, I will support you now."
"Senior Brother Xiaofang, you must not lose to that notorious prodigal son."
Wu Xiaofang stepped onto the ring step by step. When he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart. What kind of bastard is this? Can he speak? What do you mean you must not? I will never lose, okay?
Lin Beichen also stepped onto the stage.
The two of them stood ten meters apart, facing each other.
"This moment has finally arrived."
Wu Xiaofang sneered, stared at Lin Beichen, and said: "Although it feels good to destroy your classmates, how can it compare to knocking you down and humiliating you in front of so many classmates? Lin Beichen, you!
Trash, are you ready to be ravaged?"
Lin Beichen slowly drew out the long sword from his waist.
"This is what I want to ask you, are you ready to face the nightmare?"
He held his sword and stepped forward slowly.
Mysterious energy is stirring within the body. The long black hair is flying in the sunlight, and every strand of hair seems to be flowing with intoxicating brilliance.
"Ahhhhh, he's so handsome."
Under the arena, the screams of dozens of female students rang out.
I have to admit that in the entire Third Academy, in terms of looks alone, no one can stand up to Lin Beichen. A fair and handsome guy like Wu Xiaofang, in front of Lin Beichen, would not be left behind.
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Before the competition started, people gradually began to support Lin Beichen without realizing it.
Seeing that Lin Beichen was full of momentum on the stage, there was also a burst of cheering from below.
Wu Xiaofang's eyes flashed with a sharp haze.
He also poked out the long sword at his waist.
The sword's blade is as bright as autumn water, reflecting dazzling light in the sun.
This sword is called [Tracer].
It's a sword.
A sharp tool that can cut through iron like clay.
He prepared it specially for this competition.
In the previous battle, he never unsheathed his sword just for this moment.
He wanted to use this sword to defeat Lin Beichen on the ring, under the watchful eyes of all the students and instructors, and completely kill the so-called myth of this prodigal son's rise against the tide.
"Should I pierce your legs first, or your arms first?"
Wu Xiaofang stepped forward slowly, his steps getting faster and faster.
The whole person suddenly ran.
The speed changes suddenly, like an arrow leaving the string.
Lin Beichen also accelerated instantly.
Basic swordsmanship three-combination close-range first move——
sudden!
The body and the sword merge.
The sword light flashed, and the man and the sword clashed, like a streak of light.
"Defeat me."
Wu Xiaofang shouted loudly.
The sharp sword in his hand thrust out violently.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Seven blurred sword shadows burst out in an instant, making it difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
The heavy shadow of the sword was filled with cold energy, as if it was a silver python that suddenly rose up, opened its huge mouth, and wanted to swallow Lin Beichen instantly.
This scene instantly shocked swordsmanship instructor Ding Sanshi.
not good.
Not basic swordsmanship.
It’s [Seven Fantasy Swords of Cold Python]!
True one-star sword skills.
This Wu Xiaofang has actually mastered ninth-grade sword skills that go beyond basic sword skills?
Once a martial arts combat skill reaches a star level, its power far exceeds that of basic martial arts.
From low to high, they are one star to nine stars.
What’s the result when you use Star Sword Skills against the derivative skills of basic sword skills?
Defeat is inevitable.
Ding Sanshi's heart couldn't help but feel anxious for a moment.
On the viewing platform.
Chu Hen, the grade director, also jumped up.
It was originally something that Wu Xiaofang should be happy to display a sword skill that surpassed basic sword skills. After all, his student had become successful. But at this moment, what Chu Hen was concerned about was whether Lin Beichen could survive this sword attack.
If you retreat, will you be injured?
Ding!
There was a slight clanging sound of metal. A broken sword flew into the air.
Shadows intertwined.
Divide at the first touch.
The shadow of the cold python sword disappeared.
Lin Beichen looked at his sword in surprise.
Only half of it is left.
"Fuck."
"Is this the fucking family heirloom sword of that bitch Wang Zhong?"
"Broken at the first touch?"
"This sword is just like that piece of shit, it's unreliable."
Lin Beichen felt numb in his heart.
opposite.
Wu Xiaofang laughed.
"Haha, trash, aren't you very arrogant? Now that your broken sword is broken, how can you fight me?"
In fact, he was also extremely shocked.
What he holds in his hand is the [Light Tracer Sword], which is as sharp as iron.
What he just used was the one-star sword skill [Seven Fantasy Sword of Cold Python].
As soon as he took action, he used his strongest means.
The purpose was to seriously injure Lin Beichen in an instant, shock the entire audience, achieve the best visual effects, and get back his own glory.
However, it turned out that he just broke a broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand?
Moreover, the terrifying force of the counterattack just now made him almost lose his sword and fly out.
This little bastard, is he so strong?
Wu Xiaofang began to be wary.
He used his footwork and used the [Seven Illusion Swords of Cold Python] again.
Cold light.
Roll straight to Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen did not flinch.
Because his intuition told him that if he quit, he would definitely lose.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.
He broke the sword in his hand and stabbed it out without hesitation.
sudden!
[Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combinations] was used again.
Ding ding!
There was a crisp metallic collision sound.
Two or three clusters of sparks sputtered in the air.
The broken sword flies again.
"Hahaha, now you only have a bare sword hilt in your hand, how can you fight me?"
Wu Xiaofang laughed.
The broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand was cut into a hilt.
This time...
Damn, I have to kneel down.
Lin Beichen was a little speechless.
All my abilities lie in this sword.
Without the sword, it's like being a keyboard warrior without a computer. How can he still function?
"Trash, today, you are destined to be stepped on by me."
Wu Xiaofang laughed: "Do you really want to avenge those losers in Class 9? Haha, it's a pity that your end will be worse than theirs."
at this time--
"Boy, take the sword."
Ding Sanshi, the invigilator and instructor, expressionlessly took off the long sword from his waist and threw it at Lin Beichen.