Chapter Sixty-Ninth Why Dare

With a reluctance on his face, Han Feng took out the Clear Water Changtian Sword slowly.

Seeing that it was Han Feng who was fighting her, Zhao Ling gritted her teeth with a gloomy expression.

Swaying with horoscope steps, Han Feng stepped forward and said, "Hey, what's your name? Forget it, you should admit defeat quickly. I am a principled person, and I don't hit women."

With a swish, Zhao Ling slid a long sword out of his sleeve.

Looking at Han Feng, Zhao Ling said: "Just you, a shameless, obscene scum who only knows how to throw dung, and you have principles. Who will you trust, you immediately admit defeat to this lady. This lady, I can forgive you."

Han Feng picked out his ears, flicked the earwax away from his fingertips, and said, "So there's nothing to talk about? It's really hard to do. I really don't hit women. Why bother?"

Zhao Ling's whole body rose with strength, and looking at her weak, she was actually at the seventh level of inner strength.

Yi Que fluttered, and Han Feng's eyes straightened as he looked at the slender and straight legs.

In all fairness, Zhao Lingchang is not bad.

The face is delicate and the skin is like snow. The goose-yellow warrior robe set off her slender figure, with uneven bumps, she was indeed a beauty.

It's just that her mouth is too poisonous.

Looking at Han Feng, he said loudly, "You bastard of the rubbish Yuanyuan, fight me quickly. I don't have time to chat with you. I feel like I'm suffocating when I smell the air in your Yuanyuan."

Han Feng's face turned cold, and he said: "You can scold me, but you can't insult the Yuan Yuan. Well, it seems that I am going to relapse today. Women, I can still beat you."

Stepping forward slowly, the radiance of the Clear Water Changtian Sword flowed.

Senior Brother Chu Tian smiled and said, "Hehe, Junior Brother Han Feng is angry, there is something to see."

The elder brother patted his belly, making his fat body shake like ripples, and said: "Yes, junior brother Han Feng is still very scary when he looks up. If he uses Seotian Sword Art, I will give him three points."

Saying that, the elder brother took a look at the master.

Master Yiqing rolled his eyes and said, "If he dares to use the Duotian Sword Art in Yuanyuan, he can graduate early and get out of the Martial Arts Academy."

Although Master Yiqing's voice was calm, it still came to Han Feng's ears clearly.

Han Feng's face twitched slightly, but he was still not allowed to use it, alas, when will I be able to feel completely refreshed.

It's hard to master it and not let it be used, it really makes people feel aggrieved.

Lang Jian and the others frowned slightly when they heard the words Duo Tian Jian Jue.

What kind of martial art is this? They have never heard of it. But looking at the name, it seems to be very powerful, so it is not allowed to use it.

Lang Jian sneered, presumably it was an unfinished sword formula. Otherwise why not use it.

Lang Jian didn't think anyone in the Yuanyuan could practice powerful swordsmanship. For many years, the Yuanyuan had never heard of any powerful skills. Every time there is a college ranking battle, the Yuanyuan will fight casually, and decisively admit defeat when they see others magnify their moves.

Han Feng raised his sword and released the energy from his body.

Zhao Ling let out a cold snort, couldn't help but rush over directly.

Her movement is very weird, and she pulls out an afterimage at the moment of sprinting, which is a manifestation of her speed to a certain extent.

Lu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, but he could clearly see Zhao Ling's movements.

A zigzag movement, running like lightning, very interesting to watch.

Han Feng's eyes widened, and he lost his target in an instant. The next moment, before he could react, Zhao Ling's sword suddenly struck with a rushing sword energy.

The sword energy was three feet away from Han Feng, and Han Feng felt his skin tingle.

With a swirl of the Clear Water Changtian Sword, Han Feng blocked Zhao Ling's sword. With a flick of force, Zhao Ling's sword deviated from the direction and pierced Han Feng's left arm to the side.

With a stabbing sound, Han Feng's clothes on the left side were cut a big hole by the sword energy.

Han Feng immediately scolded, "Ge Laozi's, my favorite suit, my last formal suit. You actually punctured it."

Zhao Ling ignored Han Feng's yelling at all, turned around with the soles of his feet off the ground, and the sword light filled the sky.

"Stars with one sword!"

Han Feng dodged again and again, and the energy on his body kept shaking. The light on the Clear Water Changtian Sword became more and more intense.

Han Feng looked a little embarrassed. Suddenly, his hand holding the Bishui Changtian Sword trembled suddenly as if being hit by the sword light, and almost couldn't hold the Bishui Changtian Sword.

How could Zhao Ling let go of such an opportunity? The sword was like a river of stars, with rays of light splashing in all directions, and Han Feng's Clear Water Changtian Sword flew directly with a single blow.

"Good swordsmanship, sister Zhao Ling's swordsmanship is still so gorgeous."

Zhang Yuehan was the first to applaud, and Lang Jian was also smiling. This is the elite of their Piaomiao Academy, with great strength, quick movement, and magnificent martial arts.

Lu Fan frowned at this moment, and said softly: "What is Senior Brother Han Feng doing?"

At that moment, Lu Fan clearly saw Senior Brother Han Feng let go of his hand.

The senior brother shook his head and sighed: "Here it is again, Junior Brother Han Feng is going to trick people again."

Lu Fan didn't understand what the big brother meant, so he looked at the big brother, Chu Xing, and Chu Tian and started shaking his head. It seems that it is common for Senior Brother Han Feng to be picked up by flying swords.

In the arena, senior brother Han Feng, who had no sword, kept backing away, trying to distance himself.

Zhao Ling's offensive was astonishing, and his real body was no longer visible. I could only see countless afterimages of Zhao Ling drawing out their swords, and each sword light looked very gorgeous, but I couldn't touch the corner of Han Feng's clothes.

Han Feng kept retreating, and Zhao Ling was desperately chasing him.

The elder brother said: "Swordsmanship is flashy, it's a waste of energy."

Senior Brother Chu Tian also said: "It looks good, but the actual effect is really bad. Senior Brother Han Feng's sword art has been completed, and she lost."

As soon as the words fell, Lu Fan saw Senior Brother Han Feng's left hand bent into a sword art, and the next moment, a shining light lit up.

clang!

A long sword was inserted into the ground, and the blade trembled slightly.

Everyone stared, only to see that the Clear Water Changtian Sword that had been picked up flew back and stuck directly on the ground.

The afterimage disappeared, and Zhao Ling felt some moisture on his neck. When I reached out to touch it, it was a bright red.

There was a line of blood on her neck, which just happened to break the skin, but did not hurt the flesh.

Zhao Ling looked at Han Feng in astonishment, and then his whole face became ferocious.

Standing in front of the Bishui Changtian Sword, Han Feng looked at Zhao Ling coldly and said, "The winner has been decided, you can get out. I just had to move the sword an inch to the left, and you would die on the spot. Alas, who told me to pity you?" Woolen cloth."

Instructor Lang Jian was also stunned, Zhao Ling is a very good student in their Piaomiao Academy. He originally wanted to recommend Zhao Ling to win a place in the college ranking competition.

But now. . . . . .

Zhao Ling roared hysterically.

"You despicable villain. I didn't lose, you're sneak attacking. It's impossible for a student from the rubbish monastery to beat me. I'm going to kill you!"

Zhao Ling's madness made Master Yiqing and Master Daoguang frowned.

Instructor Lang Jian hurriedly said: "Zhao Ling, no!"

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Ling charged towards Han Feng with a sword light on his body.

Han Feng didn't expect that at this time, Zhao Ling would dare to attack his own body recklessly.

Lu Fan stood up instantly, but at this moment, a figure directly blocked Han Feng.

The huge body, the fat all over the body is like a city wall, whoever it is if it is not the big brother Wuwei.

Zhao Linglian bumped into the elder brother's belly with his sword light. The next moment, Zhao Ling bounced back, hit the ground first, and then rolled out more than ten feet like a gourd rolling on the ground.

Lang Jian hurriedly stepped forward to catch Zhao Ling, but the power contained in Zhao Ling's body made Lang Jian's whole body tremble, and he suffered some internal injuries in an instant. He held Zhao Ling's body tightly, and then made her stop.

Looking closely, Zhao Ling was unconscious with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. The sword in his hand shattered inch by inch and fell to the ground.

Zhang Yuehan was speechless with her mouth open, is this the Yuanyuan?

Is this the ninth ranked martial arts academy? Why, all the students here are so strong.

The "senior brother" standing next to Zhang Yuehan also had gleams in his eyes, and turned his head to look at the eyes of senior brother Wuwei, full of fear.

The senior brother laughed, touched his stomach and said: "A competition is a competition, don't hurt your temper. Look, it's not good to have a big temper. I knocked myself out, everyone can see clearly, I didn't do anything, She hit it by herself. Fortunately, my belly is hard enough, otherwise, if I was pierced, I would fall here, and none of you would be able to carry me back to the room."

Han Feng poked his head out from behind the elder brother, touched his belly and said, "Eldest brother, your belly is full of fat, even if you get pierced, it's just fat injury. Haha, it seems I also want to raise a fat body."

The elder brother glared at Han Feng, turned around and walked back.

Master Yiqing said: "To win is to win, and to lose is to lose. Could it be that the students of Piaomiao Academy can't afford to lose like this? It seems that I want to have a good chat with your Master Mengyun."

Lang Jian's complexion changed again and again, and he lost two games in a row. This kind of thing happened, and he felt that their Piao Miao Yuan's face had been completely lost.

Gritting his teeth, the rules of the competition are five rounds and three wins. Now that he has lost all two rounds, he can't lose again.

Lang Jian turned his head to look at the "senior brother" beside Zhang Yuehan.

"Lin Qi, you can come to the third match. We can't lose any more."

Lin Qi nodded, stepped forward slowly, and stood in the middle of the field. Seeing Lin Qi, Chu Tian smiled and said, "This guy is here too. I'll do it this time."

With that said, Chu Tian stepped forward. But just after taking two steps, Lin Qi looked at the people in Yuanyuan, and said loudly: "I don't want to compare with other people, Chu Tian, ​​we fought against each other a year ago, and today I don't want to fight again, I just want to compete with you guys Lu Fan from the academy is here. Lu Fan, do you dare to fight?"

Lu Fan looked at Lin Qi, then at Zhang Yuehan, but he was not surprised at all.

Looking up, Lu Fan first looked at Zhang Yuehan and said, "Zhang Yuehan, is this the new mistress you're looking for? Your vision is still as bad as ever."

Zhang Yuehan sneered and said, "It's not bad, you'll know if you try it."

"Makes sense."

Lu Fan smiled lightly and stood up.

Looking at Lin Qi, Lu Fan said calmly: "Fight, fight, why not dare."