Fan Anbing looked at the black giant sword in Gu Fenghua's hand, and his face turned ugly: "What do you mean? Look down on me and don't draw the sword?"
The giant sword in Gu Fenghua's hand has not been unsheathed! Black cloth strips wrap the sword body and scabbard together, making it completely unclear what the sword looks like. And what's strange is that those black cloth strips are actually
Not cut off by Fan Anbing's sword!
"Yes, I look down on you. You are not worthy of me to draw my sword." Gu Fenghua smiled slightly. Her smile always looked so delicate and soft, making it hard for people to dislike her. But her words were full of mockery.
Fan Anbing's face became even more ugly. How could he endure the other party's repeated verbal humiliation?
"Seeking death!" Fan Anbing suddenly stepped forward with his right foot and stepped hard. His whole aura changed at this moment, suddenly increased, and his eyes began to turn red.
There was a commotion in the audience, and everyone could see that Fan Anbing seemed to have some extraordinary means to improve his strength, but he didn't know if it would harm his body.
Jiang Ziyi and others knew it from those who had seen it: "This is Fan Anbing's bloodthirsty state. He is as ferocious as a beast, and his strength can be instantly upgraded to the ninth level. What should we do? Fenghua is not his opponent, and it is still too late to give up now."
After Jiang Ziyi said this, he looked at Gu Fenghua worriedly. Although Gu Fenghua's strength surprised him, Fan Anbing seemed to be better. What should I do? What a delicate little beauty, if he hits her, it will hurt him.
Heart.
Wu Yongjun looked at Jiang Ziyi with caring eyes and said nothing.
Fatty Bai completely ignored Jiang Ziyi, but looked steadily at the stage with extremely cold eyes.
"Aren't you Fenghua's good friend? Why aren't you in a hurry? Let Fenghua abstain." Jiang Ziyi said to Fatty Bai urgently.
Fatty Bai then gave Jiang Ziyi a look and sneered: "With your brains, don't worry, Fenghua will never fall in love with you."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Ziyi was stunned for a moment, then said angrily.
"Literal meaning, see for yourself." Fatty Bai said no more, but continued to look at the competition platform.
Jiang Ziyi also turned to look at the competition table and saw Gu Fenghua and Fan Anbing fighting again!
Everyone could see that Fan Anbing was unusual. Of course, they also saw that the white light on his body was even more dazzling. The eight holy beads on his forehead turned into eight real ones and one virtual one, adding up to nine holy beads. Nine.
The holy bead was spinning rapidly, Fan Anbing's eyes were red, the muscles on his body were bursting with veins, and his momentum was constantly rising.
In the stands, Wei Haiyun, the dean of the famous college, glanced at Ran Hongxue, hoping to see his frown, but instead saw him smiling expectantly.
"What are you looking forward to?" Wei Haiyun asked. The ninth-grade fighting saint is probably the strongest among the freshmen. Although this ninth-grade fighter is fake, it should not be underestimated.
"Watch the show." Ran Hongxue said with a smile.
"What a show..." As soon as Wei Haiyun finished speaking, he turned to look at the competition stage, and his voice suddenly stopped.
What did he see?
He saw Gu Fenghua's body erupting with cyan light!!!
Could it be that my old eyes are dizzy? Wei Haiyun suddenly doubted himself at this moment. He blinked hard and finally confirmed that he was not dazzled. The cyan light that erupted from Gu Fenghua's body was indeed the cyan light belonging to the Dharma Saint.