Such a delicate girl can be defeated with just one sword without any mercy.
But the female students of the Scumbag Wives Group were so happy when they saw this scene, they all cheered: "Cold, ruthless, handsome, like a swordsman..."
The male students next to him were immediately speechless.
These superficial powders.
Why not learn from us, be more obsessed with Lin Beichen's swordsmanship, wouldn't it be good to be a technical fan
And so the cycle continues.
Finally there were four people left.
They are Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang, Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang.
The four strongest among the second-year students of the Third Academy.
The final decisive battle is finally coming.
This time the lottery ceremony suddenly attracted the attention of the entire grade.
On Arena No. 1, the lottery box was placed on a major black market case.
Lin Beichen and four other people came to the stage to draw lots.
After the drawing of lots was completed, everyone held their nameplates.
Lin Beichen looked down and saw that he was holding the number plate No. 4.
The other three people already had their nameplates in their hands.
The proctor came over to check, took a quick glance, and directly gave the final result of the semi-final match: "No. 1 Wu Xiaofang will face No. 4 Lin Beichen, and No. 2 Mu Xinyue will face No. 3 Yue Hongxiang."
There was cheering and excitement around the arena.
This result is a bit like king versus king, queen versus queen.
Although Yue Hongxiang from Class 8 is not as popular as Mu Xinyue, she is still a goddess in the eyes of many students. She is gentle and elegant, and exudes a kind of classical beauty. She is usually very low-key, but she has many loyal fans. Reaching the top four in the grade this time is definitely a well-deserved honor.
The showdown between the two goddesses is absolutely eye-catching.
However, due to the constant accumulation of hatred between Lin Beichen and Wu Xiaofang throughout the competition, and the wonderful story of Lin Beichen's miraculous rise as a prodigal son, the attraction of the duel was even more attractive to the students than the battle between the two goddesses. look.
"The first martial arts competition is between Wu Xiaofang and Lin Beichen. Both combatants please come to the ring."
Ding Sanshi, who is the invigilator and instructor, spoke loudly and authentically.
The atmosphere was instantly ignited.
"Senior Brother Wu, come on, defeat the prodigal."
"Lin Jianxian, continue your myth, I will support you now."
"Senior Brother Xiaofang, you must not lose to that notorious prodigal son."
Wu Xiaofang stepped onto the ring step by step. When he heard this sentence, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart. What kind of bastard is this with a bad mind? Can he speak? What do you mean you must not? I will never lose, right
Lin Beichen also stepped into the ring.
The two stood ten meters apart, facing each other.
"This moment has finally come."
Wu Xiaofang sneered, stared at Lin Beichen, and said: "Although it feels good to destroy your classmates, how can it compare to knocking you down and humiliating you in front of so many classmates? Lin Beichen, you... Trash, are you ready to be ravaged?"
Lin Beichen slowly drew out the long sword from his waist.
"This is what I want to ask you, are you ready to face the nightmare?"
He held his sword and stepped forward slowly.
The mysterious energy surges in the body.
The long black hair was flying in the sunshine, and every strand of hair seemed to be flowing with intoxicating brilliance.
"Ah, he's so handsome."
Under the arena, the screams of dozens of female students rang out.
I have to admit that in the entire Third Academy, in terms of looks alone, no one can stand up to Lin Beichen. A fair and handsome guy like Wu Xiaofang, in front of Lin Beichen, would not be left behind. .
Before the competition started, people gradually began to support Lin Beichen without realizing it.
Seeing Lin Beichen's momentum on the stage, there was a burst of cheering from below.
Wu Xiaofang's eyes flashed with a sharp haze.
He also poked out the sword at his waist.
The blade of the sword is as bright as autumn water, reflecting dazzling light in the sun.
This sword is called [Tracer].
It's a sword.
A sharp tool that can cut through iron like clay.
He prepared it specially for this competition.
In the previous battle, he never unsheathed his sword just for this moment.
He wanted to use this sword to defeat Lin Beichen in the ring, under the gaze of all the students and teachers, and completely kill the so-called myth of this prodigal son's rise against the tide.
"Should I stab your leg first, or your arm first?"
Wu Xiaofang stepped forward slowly, walking faster and faster.
The whole person suddenly ran.
The speed changes suddenly, like an arrow leaving the string.
Lin Beichen also accelerated instantly.
Basic swordsmanship three-combination close-quarters form 1—
sudden!
The body and the sword merge.
The sword light flashed, and the man and the sword clashed, like a streak of light.
"Defeat me."
Wu Xiaofang shouted.
The sharp sword in his hand thrust out suddenly.
Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
Seven blurred sword shadows burst out instantly, and it was difficult to distinguish the true from the false.
The shadow of the heavy sword was filled with cold air, as if it was a silver python that suddenly rose up and opened its huge mouth to swallow Lin Beichen instantly.
This scene instantly shocked swordsmanship instructor Ding Sanshi.
not good.
Not basic swordsmanship.
It's [Seven Fantasy Swords of Cold Python]!
True one-star sword skills.
This Wu Xiaofang has actually mastered ninth-grade sword skills that go beyond basic sword skills
Once a martial arts combat skill reaches a star level, its power far exceeds that of basic martial arts.
From low to high, they are one star to nine stars.
What is the result of using Star Sword Skills against the derivative skills of Basic Sword Skills
Defeat is inevitable.
Ding Sanshi's heart couldn't help but feel anxious for a moment.
On the viewing platform.
Chu Hen, the grade director, also jumped up.
Wu Xiaofang demonstrated a sword skill that surpassed basic sword skills. It was originally a thing that he should be happy about. After all, his student had become successful. But at this moment, what Chu Hen was concerned about was whether Lin Beichen could defeat his whole body under this sword. If you retreat, will you be injured
Ding!
A slight metallic sound.
A broken sword flew into the air.
Shadows intertwined.
Instantly separate.
The shadow of the cold python sword disappeared.
Lin Beichen looked at his sword in surprise.
Only half of it was left.
"Fuck."
"Is this the fucking family heirloom sword of that bitch Wang Zhong?"
"Broken at the first touch?"
"This sword is just like that piece of shit, it's unreliable."
Lin Beichen felt numb in his heart.
opposite.
Wu Xiaofang laughed.
"Haha, trash, aren't you arrogant? Now that your broken sword is broken, how can you fight me?"
In fact, he was also extremely shocked.
What he holds in his hand is the [Light Tracer Sword] that can cut iron as fast as clay.
What he just used was the one-star sword skill [Seven Fantasy Sword of Cold Python].
As soon as he took action, he used his strongest means.
The purpose was to seriously injure Lin Beichen in an instant, shock the entire audience, achieve the best visual effects, and get back his own glory.
However, he only broke a broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand
Moreover, the terrifying force of the counterattack just now made him almost lose his sword and fly out.
This little bastard, is he so strong
Wu Xiaofang began to be wary.
He used his footwork and used the [Cold Python Seven Illusion Swords] again.
Cold light.
Roll straight to Lin Beichen.
Lin Beichen did not flinch.
Because his intuition told him that if he retreated, he would definitely lose.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins.
The sword was broken in his hand and he stabbed forward without hesitation.
sudden!
[Basic Swordsmanship Close Three Combinations] was used again.
Ding ding!
There was a crisp metallic collision sound.
Two or three clusters of sparks sputtered in the air.
The broken sword flies again.
"Hahaha, now you only have a bare sword hilt in your hand, how can you fight me?"
Wu Xiaofang laughed.
The broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand was cut into a hilt.
This time...
Damn, I have to kneel down.
Lin Beichen was a little speechless.
All his abilities lie in this sword.
Without the sword, it's like being a keyboard warrior without a computer. How can he still function
"Trash, today, you are destined to be stepped on by me."
Wu Xiaofang laughed: "Do you really want to avenge those losers in Class 9? Haha, it's a pity that your end will be worse than theirs."
at this time-
"Boy, take the sword."
Ding Sanshi, the invigilator and instructor, expressionlessly took off the long sword from his waist and threw it at Lin Beichen.
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