Eight hundred and seventieth chapters seem to have arrived
"The players on both sides are already in place. Does the game start?"
The referee looked at the two people whose momentum was starting to rise and asked without changing his expression.
"start."
They both spoke at the same time and said the same sentence.
The referee looked at both sides, raised his right hand, and swung it down hard.
The moment the sound rang out, the black-haired young man from the Konya War Academy who had always closed his eyes to concentrate suddenly opened his eyes, slapped the ground with his right hand, and the long knife bounced off the ground with a buzzing sound.
There was an instant exclamation in the surroundings, because Chen Jiantian's figure turned into a blur together with the saber, and the fighting stage was like a strong wind, roaring towards Long Erjuan.
Sword Fighting Wind Scroll Twenty-Two!
Long Er, who was tall and tall, with eyes that were half unscrupulous and half arrogant, had a grin on his lips.
Raising his right hand, the tip of the knife was raised high to the sky.
The smile on his face grew bigger and bigger. Long Er's eyes stared at the sweeping wind, and he suddenly laughed loudly. He rushed out with a bang, and his long knife flashed a white lightning on the fighting platform.
Boom!
A violent spark bloomed, and the two of them took two steps back at the same time.
Chen Jiantian didn't say a word, and the saber turned and slashed again.
Long Er laughed heartily: "Wolf cubs of Konya, from now on, I, Long Er, will clear you out."
I saw that his arm suddenly became thicker at this moment, and the long knife was like a poisonous snake that came to life. It was pulled back slightly and then suddenly flicked forward.
The long knife slashed through a phantom in the air, and at the same time there was a burst of cracking sounds like a whip and a snake.
Bang!
Snap!
With every explosion, Long Er took a step forward.
With every explosion, Chen Jiantian's figure would pop up from the intersecting figures, take three steps back, and then rush forward again.
The eyes of those in the audience were all staring straight at this moment.
"This guy from Dingchuan named Long Er, his arm swings...so fast!"
"It's completely impossible to lock on! This kind of explosive power is simply terrifying."
Long Er is obviously tall and thick, but from now on, every attack is extremely fast and simple, and at the same time, it also carries an astonishing explosive power.
A burly man with astonishing strength, he managed to create a gorgeous visual effect in the battle.
Chen Jiantian's tiger's mouth had already suffered several wounds from the violent shock, and he still held the saber tightly despite the bloody mess.
He never imagined that his opponent's strength would be doubled compared to everyone who had played before...
Stronger than him, faster than him, more cunning knife skills and more impressive angles than him.
It's like fighting a python king with lightning speed.
Snap!
A curved black shadow flashed across the sky again, and a deep blood mark suddenly appeared on Chen Jiantian's shoulder. He flew three meters away and landed on the ground.
Draw the sword, put the sword away.
Long Er's right hand seemed not to move at all.
"you……"
Chen Jiantian, who was silent, was finally ready to speak.
Snap!
This time Long Er's saber bypassed his blade and hit him directly in the face.
As soon as Chen Jiantian said a word, he flew out again.
"What are you doing? If I can get you to say a word today, I will lose."
"Do you really think anyone in Dingchuan can come over and pinch him?"
Long Er smiled ferociously, spinning the long knife in the air with his right hand to create a phantom, and strode forward.
Chen Jiantian's complexion finally changed and became... paler.
The Konya War College was in an uproar.
Mankel's face was also full of astonishment. It was obvious that the strength of the last person was far beyond his imagination.
"Ryuji's unique skill is snake sting." Although no one paid attention to Lindbergh, as the senior instructor of the fighting department of Dingchuan Academy, his rich knowledge reserve cannot be ignored by anyone.
Ruan Xiongfeng nodded with satisfaction and said to himself: "This kind of competition is so enjoyable to watch. Sure enough, I am still suitable for torturing people in my bones and have no masochistic tendencies."
Lindbergh's face instantly darkened, but looking at the bald head, he could only suppress his resentment back into his stomach.
"What a courage."
Long Er looked at Chen Jiantian, who was approaching him in a z-shape while rotating the tip of the knife, and praised him with an insincere expression, and shook his right hand like thunder again.
…
A handsome young man with long blue hair is quietly looking at the light curtain in the distance.
Next to him, there is a group of young people with relaxed faces wearing pure white and gold-trimmed uniforms. There is no trace of nervousness on their faces. In this venue full of fanatical competition atmosphere
"England, what, are you still interested in watching other colleges' games? Let's see... Hey, there are people like this in Dingchuan? It's pretty good." A young man with a cynical face said with a smile,
He casually threw a grape into his mouth. In his opinion, it was just good.
At first glance, this young man looked like an ignorant young man, but the unintentional glint in his eyes shrouded him in a thick layer of mystery.
"It's amazing..." Ingram still didn't take his eyes back.
"No matter how powerful they are, what's the use? Let's not talk about whether they can reach the semi-finals. Let's just talk about this kind of fighting and fighting. It's interesting to participate in one or two games, but it will be too boring to watch too much and fight too much. Dingchuan Academy...
…laugh."
No matter how good you are at fighting, if you don't have any other skills, you will just hang out in the army until you die, and at most you will be a senior instructor.
In today's era, the battlefield is not an era where two people fight hand-to-hand at close range.
The young man chuckled and said, "First of all, please don't blame me. Tell me, is it because you lost to the freshmen from Dingchuan when you first entered school, so you are unwilling to do so? Look at Han Qianyun, he has such a good attitude.
I am ready to prepare for the finals with peace of mind. Look at Zhang Yuanren, even that guy only watches the Bonnard Academy games..."
"No." Engham,
"He's really strong."
"Okay, okay, I understand. If you want to watch, keep watching. The mecha fighting will start soon. Don't you want to watch our game?"
"good."
Seeing this careless look, the cynical young man sighed helplessly, "Oh, I can't afford to offend you. Who made you the captain of the scr super mecha project? Fortunately, the military department didn't let you bring your own mecha.
Otherwise, this will definitely be the first news of this competition."
After saying that, the young man shrugged and left. He looked at his brothers and waved, "Let's go, get ready to warm up."
England continued to look intently at the light screen projection on the other side of Dingchuan, as if he was looking for a familiar figure.
The figure that had defeated him in the first place.
【Why didn't I see you?】
[Or...will you appear in the mecha fighting arena? 】
…
"Will there be a competition for you later?"
I don't know when it started, but it seems that since the two of them experienced life and death together in Tianxiong Star Oasis City, Mu Fan rarely added the word "senior sister" before speaking.
And Lu Qingxue was extremely natural and had nothing to do with it.
The beautiful iceberg goddess rolled her hair around her ears and said, "I am a weapon fighter."
"Then I can fully appreciate your heroic appearance." Mu Fan grinned.
As the two walked along, they really attracted a lot of attention. Passers-by looked back from time to time, looking at this pair of young men and women with unusually outstanding temperament.
"It seems we have arrived."
Mu Fan raised his head, narrowed his eyes, and carefully looked at the super large stadium in front of him.
This stadium obviously belongs to Shuguang College, but it stands at the foot of Umbrella Mountain with an open-minded spirit.
"yes……"
A beautiful and thrilling smile appeared on Lu Qingxue's face, but she quickly stopped.