Feng Zuojun stood up abruptly, raising the bamboo sword in his hand above his head, with a hint of arrogance in his voice: "Just admit defeat, Xie Yuling."
Xie Yuling tried her best to suppress the boiling anger in her chest: "Didn't you admit defeat first?"
"We have always been considered the two strongest disciples in this generation of academy, but Su Baiyi beat us down one day after entering school. Isn't it too shameful?" Feng Zuojun said with a smile.
Xie Yuling frowned slightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"
Feng Zuojun waved his bamboo sword: "What I mean is, why don't we go together?"
Xie Yuling was stunned: "Wouldn't that be even more embarrassing?"
"My father once said that no matter what happens, the one who wins will have more dignity." Feng Zuojun's bamboo sword suddenly dropped, and around him, the wind and sand began to float low in the sky, "I will go up first, and you will follow.
Don’t use any acupuncture skills, use the most ruthless! The strongest! The most savage kind! Just like me!”
"Are you crazy?" Xie Yuling was shocked.
"My surname is Feng, the wind of romance, the wind of grace, and the wind of madman!" Feng Zuojun laughed and ran towards Su Baiyi. He picked up the bamboo sword with his right hand and then held the sword with his left hand.
The handle is obviously used for heavy swords, "Great Wind Sword Technique·Wanli Chou!"
Su Baiyi turned around slightly, reached out and grabbed the bamboo sword in Feng Zuojun's hand.
"Do you think you can catch the bamboo sword with your bare hands? You underestimated our Feng family's gale style." Feng Zuojun said with an excited smile.
Su Baiyi lowered his head and looked at his hand, only to see that the skin on his hand was being torn apart little by little, blood was flowing from his hand, and there seemed to be a slight wind flowing around the bamboo sword.
"It's Daogang." Xu Zhe shouted, "As expected of the boss!"
There was a "pop" sound.
The bamboo sword was broken by Su Baiyi, and then Su Baiyi slapped it down with another palm, breaking the whole bamboo sword into pieces. Feng Zuojun's smile froze on his face, but he didn't have time to think about it.
Abandoning his sword, he jumped behind Su Baiyi and dodged the fist that was about to hit him again.
"It's just one punch after another. I've seen through it a long time ago." Feng Zuojun smiled proudly.
Su Baiyi seemed to understand what he said. He turned around and kicked Feng Zuojun. Feng Zuojun jumped up again and dodged. He took off the sleeve of his right hand, then gently folded his right hand.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you if I don't have a weapon? Look at my Feng family knife!"
The right hand slashed down, really bringing out the power of a broadsword!
Su Baiyi turned over, raised his right foot suddenly, and collided with Feng Zuojun's right hand.
There was a "pop" sound, like two door panels hitting each other.
Su Baiyi drew back his legs, his expression unchanged.
Feng Zuojun turned over and landed three steps away. He swallowed calmly first, and then finally couldn't help but wave his right hand: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
"It's really embarrassing to be as famous as an idiot like you in the academy." Xie Yuling put away the folding fan, slammed his hands together, "Get up!"
As Xie Yuling's body "rised", the muscles all over his body swelled up at this moment. His originally thin body became as burly as the tall Feng Zuojun. Blue veins popped up on his forehead, and surrounding
The wind became stronger and stronger.
"Don't you hate this move the most?" Lan Yuze asked.
"It feels like we can only use strength to overcome strength now." Xie Yuling shouted angrily, "Su Baiyi, look here!"
Su Baiyi turned his head when he heard the sound, and a fist had already hit him. He lowered his head and took the punch directly with his head.
There was a "boom" sound.
This sound was not like a door panel hitting a door panel, but an iron plate hitting an iron plate.
"Xie Yuling, what kind of martial arts is this?" Xu Zhe asked.
"The ancestors of the Xie family had a close relationship with the Shaolin Temple and learned some of the indestructible magical powers of the Vajra. Later, through the integration of the ancestors of the Xie family and their own martial arts, they created a martial arts called 'Tiger Roar and Dragon Yin', which Brother Xie uses now.
That's the first half of the pose." Lan Yuze opened the folding fan and waved it gently, "Tiger roars."
I saw that Xie Yuling's fists and palms at this moment were indeed quite tiger-shaped, but compared to the ordinary tiger fists, they were much more powerful and domineering, especially the roar when the fists and palms were thrown out, it was really like a tiger's roar
Normally, any extremely powerful martial arts consumes a lot of energy. Xie Yuling and Su Baiyi passed thirty moves in the blink of an eye. Even though Su Baiyi couldn't defeat Xie Yuling as easily as before.
, but there was no change in his face or breathing, but Xie Yuling was sweating profusely on his back.
At this moment, Feng Zuojun suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared again: "Broken!"
Su Baiyi's figure finally stagnated. Xie Yuling found a flaw and punched Su Baiyi out.
"The three-character mantra really works!" Feng Zuojun said with great joy, "Broken!"
"break!"
"Isn't it a three-character mantra? You only know this one word?" Xie Yuling asked.
"There are still two words I can't pronounce!" Feng Zuojun said angrily, "Hurry up! I'll keep shouting!"
"Broken!" But a voice shouted out first, so Feng Zuojun opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of blood.
Su Baiyi, who shouted the word "broken", lowered his head and looked at Xie Yuling. He waved his palms slightly, waved his right palm forward slightly, and made a fist with his left hand and raised it slightly, just like Xie Yuling just now.
Tiger roars!
"I told you to call the teacher." The sweat on Xie Yuling's back turned into cold sweat.
"Xu Zhe, go and ask Mr. Zhou Zheng to come here. In this situation today, you must be punished. Just don't kill anyone, everyone from the Blood Sakura Sect." Lan Yuze's eyes that had been squinting also opened.
, showing a sharp gaze like an eagle, "Get ready to fight with the sect master."
"School disciples, one day they will have to walk around the world on their own. Whenever they encounter danger, they will think of their teacher." A gentle voice suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
"Senior sister." Feng Zuojun's voice was like the whole world lit up, "Senior sister is here!"
Everyone in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief, as if hearing the word "senior sister" made them feel more at ease than hearing the word "teacher".
"You are miserable." Feng Zuojun pointed at Su Baiyi and laughed, "I tell you, you are miserable! You are finished!"
Xie Yuling said helplessly: "Can you please stop being so childish?"
A purple figure fell on Su Baiyi's shoulder at this moment, and then the figure gently weighed it, stepped down again, weighed it again, stepped down again... In just a few breaths, the purple figure
The figure stepped on Su Baiyi's shoulder dozens of times. Before Su Baiyi could take action, his whole body was stepped into the ground. In the end, only one head was exposed, grinning at everyone in the courtyard, but there was nothing he could do.
Feng Zuojun immediately rushed over, pointed at Su Baiyi and laughed: "I just said you are miserable, right?"