Jingjing said again: "After all, they are all students of the college, and the college also hopes that every student can have a good future. Brother Meng Rui is also arranged for the last match."
Yang Qingxuan praised: "You observe carefully."
Jingjing blushed, and said embarrassedly: "My sister told me."
At this moment, the duel between the two on the stage had reached a fever pitch, with blood continuously gushing out and waves of air shaking away.
Yang Qingxuan raised his hand, drew a circle in the air, and a barrier condensed in front of him, blocking the continuous blasting air waves.
Jingjing's heart warmed, knowing that with his strength, he didn't need to avoid the blast at all, and he did it for himself.
The heart was beating violently, and I couldn't help but want to rest my head on the broad shoulders, but when I thought about my sister's words, I couldn't help but tremble, and finally held back, but I just pinched my fingers into the flesh, extremely unwilling.
Yang Qingxuan didn't pay attention to her expression, but focused on the fierce battle between the two on the field.
Soon, it will be the fifth game.
As soon as Yang Qingxuan appeared on the stage, all eyes were on him, and the audience fell silent.
Due to the long fight in the third round, the time dragged on, and the rest of the arenas were also over. There were seven or eight thousand people around, and all their eyes were on him.
Walking across was a woman in blue, dressed in a thin smoky emerald gauze, with an elegant temperament, as if she was covered in a layer of water vapor, fresh and refined.
"Barry Ice?"
Yang Qingxuan said lightly: "Last year Qianlong ranked thirteenth."
Baili Bing turned her beautiful eyes, sized him up for a while, then giggled and said, "The hot little fresh meat is really extraordinary."
Yang Qingxuan clasped his fists and said, "Please senior sister, don't fight anymore, just let me advance."
Baili Bing said: "Do you think that if you kill Ye Mingchuan, you will definitely beat me to advance?"
Yang Qingxuan said: "There is a high probability."
Bai Libing smiled and said: "Since you know it's just a probability, don't BIBI, I don't like boys who talk nonsense!"
As soon as the smile on his face disappeared, he rushed over with a yell, and cut out a willow leaf machete as fast as lightning.
With a flash of movement, Yang Qingxuan dodged the knife and stepped back.
Baili Bing chased after him, and shouted: "You are only in the middle stage of Zhenwu, but my sister is in the late stage, so I am not afraid of you!"
The knife is like a willow leaf, fluttering in the air, turning into shadows of the knife all over the sky.
Yang Qingxuan was startled, the air was full of splitting sounds, so noisy that he couldn't even see the knife light clearly.
With a swipe of his right hand in front of him, a circle of sword energy spread out, turning into a round barrier covering the surroundings.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
There was a flash of swords and swords, dazzling people's eyes.
Yang Qingxuan suddenly turned his sword formula, and Dou Guishen emerged and stood in front of him to block it.
I saw that under the sky filled with saber aura, a ray of saber light came across the sky like a piece of sword, gathering a powerful force.
"boom!"
Baili Bing slashed at Dou Guishen, the light of the blade pressed down, and the sword energy began to condense!
"What?!"
Yang Qingxuan was startled, and felt that not only the sword energy, but also the true energy and blood in his body had become sluggish.
"freeze?"
Yang Qingxuan said in shock: "Your martial soul..."
A layer of blue ice emerged from Baili Bing's body, and the thin smoke and emerald sand also became hard, his whole body was like wearing armor.
"My Martial Soul is exactly—Frozen Three Feet!"
The lancet flashed and pressed down on the sword, sending out a burst of cold air.
Yang Qingxuan only felt that blue ice began to form on his arms, feet, and even his body.
Wuhun is the condensed body of a person's essence, energy, spirit, soul, and mind, and it represents Baili Bing's aloof and supernatural temperament.
Baili Bing said in a condensed voice: "Brother Xianrou, admit defeat, or you will be broken with a 'crack' in the next moment."
"My sister's martial spirit is very powerful, but unfortunately, I don't want to lose yet."
Yang Qingxuan smiled faintly, the blue thin ice on his body began to melt, and turned into green smoke directly, red flames rose from his body, and the sword spirit of Fighting Ghosts and Gods shot out at once.
"Sigh!"
Where the swords intersect, the air is twisted and split.
"boom!"
Baili Bing was shocked by the sword energy and took a few steps back.
A huge flame rose up, and the air was burning. Yang Qingxuan drew a circle with his left hand, and patted it with his palm.
"Boom!"
Baili Bing's expression changed drastically, that casual palm strike had tremendous power, covering all directions!
"The knife is like the wind!"
The lancet trembled in the air, and there was a buzzing sound. A green glow appeared on it, and hundreds of sword shadows shot out, cutting into Liuyang's palm!
The people watching all around were shocked, and their faces changed suddenly, "What a fast knife!"
"A high-level martial art with hundreds of knives, she has cultivated to great success!"
Huamu's one-eyed mouth opened wide, and cold sweat dripped from his temples. In the last ranking of Qianlong Ranking, Bailibing was only one place behind him, but the strength he displayed now is definitely above him.
"Chick! Chick! Chick!"
Those knife shadows cut into the palm of the fire, and the blue thin ice on it melted instantly, but the slashes passed through the flames without any hindrance, shooting down like a rain of flowers all over the sky.
After Baili Bing slashed, the blue light on his body exploded, forming a solid ice armor in front of him, blocking Liuyang Palm!
"Boom!"
Liuyang slapped the armor, and shattered ice burst out continuously, but in the blink of an eye, the armor was shattered, and the flames blasted on Baili Bing's body, making a scream of fear.
Yang Qingxuan made a tactic with his right hand, and the three big characters of fighting ghosts and gods manifested in the air, and the mighty sword intent was surging, blocking all those sword lights, and after hundreds of "bang bang bang" slashes, everything returned to tranquility.
In the sea of flames, a figure soared into the sky, and its whole body was covered by blue light.
Baili Bing turned into wings, suspended in the air, looked at Yang Qingxuan coldly, his clothes were completely burnt, and his hair was scorched.
The stern face was full of anger.
Yang Qingxuan smiled lightly, and with a wave of his hand, the gust of wind swept away from under his palm, extinguishing the flames on the entire ring.
The kung fu between flipping hands shocked the audience even more.
Baili Bing's face turned pale, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I admit defeat."
Although it was the expected result, the sound of the word "admit defeat" was met with loud applause and cheers from all around.
But there are also sharp and hostile eyes, like the light of a knife, flashing in the crowd.
Yang Qingxuan turned his head slightly, looked into the crowd, and said coldly: "Zuo Heng, seeing your displeased face, do you want to advance this battle?"
"Wow!"
The whole audience was noisy, and they gave way at once, and tens of thousands of eyes stared at the white-clothed, cold and ashen face tens of feet away.
Zuo Heng was dressed in white and carried a long sword on his back. The murderous aura spread from his body, and the students around him kept backing away, all shocked by this aura.
Baili Bing was also shocked. Looking at the man on the ring, he said inwardly, "I just finished fighting with me, so I'm going to fight Zuo Heng? How strong is this young man?!"
(end of this chapter)