Among the many shouts, a young man slowly walked out. He was eight feet tall, with eyebrows like a scabbard. He was tall but not clumsy.
Wang Chongyang, from the Shuwu Academy, ranks eighth among the thirty-eight core disciples. His cultivation level reaches the early stage of Seven-Star Soul Fighting Master. He is a fierce type.
Fighting Soul is a Bandamon known for its defense, and has a defense comparable to that of an Earth Explosive Bear.
"Core disciple of Shuwu Academy, Wang Chongyang, please advise." The young man's steps were steady and his breath was calm, which made many elders of the academy nod secretly.
"Yes, Lao Lu has a good disciple. In less than ten years, there will definitely be a place for him in the academy of martial arts." There was a sound of admiration.
"Hey, this kid Chongyang is much better than my three disciples." One of the elders sighed secretly. When he looked back at his three disciples, he didn't show any concern at all.
"Haha, after so many defeats, it's time to get back on track."
Wang Chongyang stepped onto the martial arts field. At this time, in the center of the martial arts field, stood a cynical fat man. He was carefree and returned to his arrogant appearance. After seeing Wang Chongyang, the fat man raised the corner of his mouth and said: "Zheng Fangjian."
The two of them got into position, distanced themselves, and after fighting for a while, Wang Chongyang stepped forward heavily. He rushed out like a cannonball, the wind roared, and he punched Zheng Fangjian's face.
Bang!
Facing Wang Chongyang's fierce punch, Zheng Fangjian was no longer as relaxed as before. He crossed his arms and was thrown half a meter away by the punch.
“Well done,”
"Senior Brother Wang is mighty!"
Wang Chongyang knocked back the opponent with one punch, which immediately aroused enthusiastic cheers among the inner disciples of Shuwu Academy.
"It's interesting."
Zheng Fangjian lowered his folded arms, shook his numb arms, and said with a smile: "Finally, a more decent one has come, but...that's it."
"Arrogant!"
"court death!"
"Fat man, you are arrogant!"
When the inner disciples who were shouting and shouting heard it, they suddenly became furious, and the wave of abuse became louder and louder. Even some of the deacons and tutors of the school could not help but curse.
"Are you arrogant? Soon you will know how much of a fool you are."
Zheng Fangjian murmured to himself. After the words fell, he moved forward instead of retreating. His speed was as fast as lightning. In an instant, he was in front of Wang Chongyang and punched him as well: "It's not rude to come back but not return. You Also take a punch from me."
A majestic momentum surrounded him, and a faint pink light emitted from the surface of his fist. Facing this punch, Wang Chongyang's expression suddenly changed. From this punch, he I felt an unusual punch!
If he can't resist forcefully, retreat!
Bang! The fist grazed Wang Chongyang's clothes and hit the ground of the martial arts field. The terrifying force shook the hard surface of the martial arts field with vigor and made a dull sound that made people feel sad.
"I ran pretty fast, but... the speed was still too slow."
Zheng Fangjian suddenly rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye he caught up with Wang Chongyang who was retreating. Bullets shot up from his fleshy body, and he raised his arms and slapped them downwards.
In an instant, the pale pink soul power Pilian swept out, shattering the air, and crushing towards Wang Chongyang below. At the same time, Zheng Fangjian clenched his five fingers into a fist again, and after Pilian, blasted downwards The second punch.
"Drink!" Wang Chongyang opened his mouth and spit out a voice. Suddenly, a shadow solidified behind him, protecting him in front of him.
"It's Bandamon! Oh my god, is that fat guy really that strong? He actually forced Senior Brother Wang Chongyang to release his fighting spirit."
A newly promoted inner disciple exclaimed, attracting many scoldings and glares.
"Shut up, what do you know? Senior Brother Wang Chongyang is planning a quick victory. If you don't understand, don't beep."
"Ignorant idiot, no matter how strong he is, can he still be stronger than Senior Brother Wang? Senior Brother Wang is a core disciple, how can he be matched by that fat man? Just wait and see, that Fatty will soon be beaten into a real state by Senior Brother Wang
A pig’s head.”
"Yes, Senior Brother Wang is invincible!"
…
Seeing that his unintentional words had aroused public anger, the disciple was so frightened that he shut his mouth obediently and did not dare to speak any more.
In the martial arts field, Bandomon held up a stone and blocked all Zheng Fangjian's attacks. Then, Wang Chongyang below held a steel gun and stabbed Zheng Fangjian who was falling in mid-air.
"Fuck!" Zheng Fangjian swore loudly as he fell. His fat body twisted in mid-air, and he fell down on the steel gun. His fat body curled up and hit Bandomon hard.
"Soul-fighting skill, Thousand-jin Plunge!"
Bang! The terrible force of the impact caused a thousand kilograms of gravity. With a click, you could see that the defense Wang Chongyang below could not bear the pressure, and half of his legs rolled to the ground.
Wow~
All of a sudden, a pot exploded outside the martial arts field.
"Stand up! Senior Brother Wang, stand up and blast that fat man!"
"Damn it, how can this fat man be so strong? Even Senior Brother Wang is no match for him."
"We were fooled. That fat man is definitely the strongest one in Red Star Academy. I suggest that Senior Brother Jianchen come on and kill him with one sword!"
"Red Star Academy is too despicable."
There was another series of insults, and many elders looked a bit unhappy and frowned deeply. The Shuwu Academy has lost four games in a row. If they lose one more time, it will be really embarrassing.
"Hey, I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm the weakest one in our team."
Zheng Fangjian grinned and stomped his feet downwards. The huge force acted on Bandomon, causing Wang Chongyang's other leg to kneel heavily on the ground.
The terrifying force shattered Wang Chongyang's knees, and he was defeated in humiliation. The speed was beyond all imagination.
"Hurry up and take him away, next one." Zheng Fangjian didn't bother to look at Wang Chongyang again. His domineering look made people want to beat him to death.
"Bring them all back to me!" Elder Wu Taishang's face was gloomy and terrifying as he said, "Take Chongyang down for treatment. Jianchen, come on."
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man in black suddenly appeared on the martial arts field. The two swords behind his back vibrated. The sword energy pointed at Zheng Fangjian and said: "You are no match for me, get out of here."
"Domineering!"
"As expected of Senior Brother Jianchen, he is as arrogant as ever."
"Ah! Can you speak? If you can't speak, just shut your mouth. What is arrogance? That's strength, don't you understand?"
"It's not wrong at all. Senior Brother Jianchen's strength can definitely be ranked in the top five among the core disciples. To deal with that fat man, you may not even need to use a sword."
"Senior Brother Jianchen, he is so handsome. Oh my, he feels like he is falling in love."
"Get out of here, you little coward, senior brother Jianchen is mine."
"Brother Sword is invincible!"
Pa~
Someone slapped him and cursed at the calling disciple: "You are not allowed to omit the word Chen, you must call him by his full name, Senior Brother Jianchen!"
Among the core disciples of Shuwu Academy, Jian Chen is ranked above Wang Chongyang, and his shouts are much higher than those before.
"The core disciple of Shuwu Academy, Jian Chen!"
Jian Chen finished the introduction coldly, and without waiting for Zheng Fangjian to introduce himself, two swords immediately jumped into the air behind him. He stepped forward, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and held the sword in his palm.
Two swords, one white and one black, crossed their blades and slashed out at the same time.
Two terrifying sword energy storms were condensed and struck towards Zheng Fangjian in the form of two tornadoes. In an instant, the two sword energy storms merged into one. When the storm was less than one meter away from Zheng Fangjian, the sword energy storm came out.
In the qi storm, a small sword densely packed with sword qi was shot out, clanging against Zheng Fangjian's soul power shield.
At the same time, the sword energy storm was still pushing forward. During this process, everyone could only see that there was a long sword condensed in the sword energy storm. The next moment, the sword energy storm broke open and was hidden in it.
The long sword flashed, and the hole penetrated Zheng Fangjian's right shoulder bone, nailing the man to the ground.
"Well done!"
"sharp!"
"What am I talking about? There is no way that fat man can be a match for Senior Brother Jianchen. Yijian teaches him to be an honest man! Hahaha..."
"Senior Brother Jianchen is really too strong. Once the sword intention comes out, who can compete with him? I'm afraid that Senior Brother Jianchen's current strength is enough to rank among the top three core disciples, right?"
"It's very possible. The grace of that sword is so cool."
…
"Jian Chen, this kid is very good." Elder Wu Taishang's expression softened and he couldn't help but nod in praise. Jian Chen did not disappoint him.
"I announce that the winner of the sixth battle is the sword..."
"etc!"
Just when the elder was about to shout out the victory result, Zheng Fangjian, who was nailed to the ground, spoke: "The competition has just begun. Is it too early to announce it now?"
Ah~
As soon as he finished speaking, a tearing pain came out of Zheng Fangjian's mouth. He held back the severe pain and pulled out the sword. The bright red blood soaked into his clothes, which looked shocking.
Jian Chen frowned and threw the sword in his hand towards Zheng Fangjian without hesitation. The long black sword made a hiss and inserted into Zheng Fangjian's wound again with a column of blood. He said coldly: "This is a second chance. The next time will be.
Your heart!"
"hehe."
Facing Jian Chen's threat, Zheng Fangjian dismissed it. This time, he did not continue to draw the sword, but stood up from the ground with the sword. He grinned and said: "It really hurts. What a pity, your sword intention
It’s not quite ready yet.”
"Are you trying to be brave? I won't be merciful with the next strike."
Jian Chen sucked his palm, and at the same time, the long sword inserted into Zheng Fangjian's wound flew back to his hand. Along the way, the sword spilled onto the ground with half a meter of blood spots, dots of red marks.
"Are you trying to be brave?" Zheng Fangjian smiled. Looking at his smile, for some reason, Jian Chen suddenly felt something bad in his heart. As a sword cultivator, his perception of danger is beyond ordinary people's.
, the danger coming from Zheng Fangjian at this moment made Jian Chen finally couldn't help but change his expression.
Zheng Fangjian raised his head and laughed, his laughter was thunderous, and the bad feeling in Jian Chen's heart became more and more intense. (To be continued)