"I'm optimistic about you." Before Wei San passed, Lu Zhengxin suddenly said.
Wei San: "???"
His voice was neither loud nor low, but it was enough for everyone to hear. Zong Zhengyue's eyes became more oppressive, and Wei San felt that as soon as he went up, he would be beaten to death by him.
As a former commander of the main team of the Pingtong Academy, Lu Zhengxin was regarded as the senior of Zong Zhengyue, and he said this to give her hatred.
Zong Zhengyue people have their own weapons, Wei San wants to go over to pick them, she stood in front of the weapon rack, stood for a while, and finally chose the whip instead of the knife.
The teachers standing next to each other made eye contact with each other. In the end, Wei San was brave enough to change weapons.
"Ready?" Shan Gong Yangling stood beside the timer and pressed the button with his finger, "Five-second countdown."
At the moment of jumping to zero in a second, Wei San and Zong Zhengyue moved almost simultaneously and attacked each other.
The moment the spear stabbed at Wei San, the whip also made a smashing sound and threw it at Zong Zhengyue.
One of the two lowered their bodies, and the other jumped into the air, dodging the attack of the first move.
Zong Zhengyue was in mid-air, and the long spear took advantage of the upper part to stab Wei San again.
Because the speed was too fast, creating a huge airflow, the red tassel on the spear screeched, Wei San was forced to kneel on the ground halfway, and could not stand up straight, her whip swung into the air, not a spear to defend against Zong Zhengyue , but wrapped around his feet and pulled down hard, indirectly disrupting the weapon offensive.
At the same time, Wei San turned half a circle on the ground, the spear was stuck straight one centimeter away from her eyes, the scattered red ying slapped her face, and there were a few red marks in an instant, showing that Zong Zhengyue's shot Multiple strengths.
Not to mention the cracked floor around the gun head.
At this moment, Zong Zhengyue was entangled in his feet by Wei San's whip and was pulled down from the air. He fell to the ground and wanted to break free. Wei San grabbed the whip forcefully, got up from the ground, and pulled it tight again. bondage.
Zong Zhengyue's jaw tightened, and it seemed that he wanted to brute force to break the whip, and pulled out his spear to attack her again.
At this time, Wei San raised his foot and kicked the gun body, Zong Zhengyue retracted his arm, shortened the length of the long gun, and aimed the gun head at her leg. Wei San was not surprised, she turned over directly over the spear, released the whip at the same time, and took the opportunity to throw it on Zong Zhengyue's ass.
The quality of the training clothes of Pingtong Academy is very good, and the whip was thrown up, but it didn't break.
Seeing this, Wei San couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
However, her whip not only caused Zong Zhengyue to explode, but also silenced the teachers and students who were watching.
This attack, replaced by others, is at best a follow-up. But if the attacker was Wei San, it was hard not to guess that it was her intentional whip to hit Zong Zhengyue's ass.
Young Master Liao looked excited, he twisted in place, and sighed: "This is to apply what you have learned, to inherit the master's method! Unfortunately, I am the second game, otherwise I will learn to attack Dafa with my ass."
Quinli Eli, who heard him talking nearby, imagined this scene subconsciously, and his expression gradually became serious. The people of the Damocles Military Academy were indeed as shameless as others said.
Zong Zhengyue held the spear tightly and stared at Wei San: "You... die here today for me."
There is a time limit to the battle, but other people must not interfere in any way during this period, which corresponds to the last sentence of the original notice, regardless of casualties.
Wei San raised his eyebrows slightly and learned his sentence pattern: "You... Rip my pants today."
Not to mention Zong Zhengyue, the main team members of the Pingtong Academy listened to her words, and who would not be so angry that they were about to vomit blood, this is obviously a blatant personal insult.
It's a pity that their pavilion master is not good at this kind of language stimulation. He was so angry that Wei San was so angry that his action speed was doubled.
Wei San swung his whip to suppress Zong Zhengyue, preventing him from getting close, and using every opportunity to widen the distance between the two.
Looking at the sparring situation on the field, Lu Zhengxin snorted and commented: "These two are medium-sized mecha soldiers, Wei San still lacks the powerful attack power of Zongzheng Yueren, and Zongzheng is on the battlefield. The more people can play a bigger role.”
He stood near the main team of Damocles and said that Wei San was not very good, and the others naturally quit.
Huo Xuanshan said politely: "Commander Lu, this is not a live broadcast, so you don't have to be so dedicated, continue to explain."
Lu Zhengxin was stunned for a moment, then slowly reacted, he was scolded. However, he still maintained a good temper and said with a smile: "You are right, I won't say it."
People from the Imperial Military Academy stood opposite Damocles Military Academy, Ying Xingjue stared at Wei San in the field, she was stalling for time.
I don't know why, Wei San always chooses the time-consuming and laborious but relatively simple style of play first. If he can just drag and play, he is willing to take it seriously.
"You should try to delay the game in the afternoon, and you will explode at the end." Ying Xingjue turned to Ji Chuyu and said, "In the last five minutes, show all your strength."
Ying Xing never wanted to give Wei San a chance to break out. She should know that sometimes delaying will only make the chance of saving the battle situation smaller and smaller.
"Okay." Ji Chuyu agreed.
In the field, Zong Zhengyue also found that Wei San never let him get close. He looked at her with cold eyes, suddenly raised his arms, and threw his spear at Wei Sanmianmen.
Wei San couldn't dodge in time, so he could only raise his hand and wave the whip to entangle the spear.
However, Zong Zhengyue did not stop in place, but at the moment when the spear was thrown, the people also moved and ran in the same direction.
When Wei San's whip was entangled, he had come to the middle of the spear, stretched out his hand to hold it tightly, and stabbed Wei San at the center of his neck with added force.
She did not have any shielding protection, and the whip had not been completely released from the spear, and her whole body was completely exposed to Zong Zhengyue.
Wei San was too late to dodge, left and right, one leg stood on the spot, one leg was raised straight, perpendicular to the ground, and he directly lifted his leg and kicked the spear.
At this moment, the head of the gun had touched Wei San's neck. She raised her leg and kicked Zong Zhengyue's long gun. The moment her black boots kicked the gun body, she made a dull sound.
The spear was kicked into the air, Wei San raised his head and avoided the spear head. And Zong Zhengyue raised his leg at the same time and kicked directly on her knee.
Wei San bent his legs on the ground and knelt down heavily, his knees and the soles of the other leg all lost consciousness, no pain, only endless numbness.
At the moment when he knelt down, Wei San threw his hands hard and hit Zong Zhengyue's butt again, making a loud noise.
This whip seemed to be alive. After hitting Zong Zhengyue, it wrapped around his leg, and was pulled hard by Wei San, bringing him down.
Zong Zhengyue didn't have time to think that his butt would be hit again, he swung his spear, inserted it into the floor, supported himself, kicked his legs at the same time, and shook off Wei San's whip.
The two separated, Wei San looked up, her neck was stabbed by Zong Zhengyue's gun head just now, and there was a slight redness and swelling. Obviously, it would bleed a little later.
Zong Zhengyue rushed towards her again. The spear was another part of his body, and it fit more and more closely. The attack on Wei San became more and more fierce, and she almost missed it again and again.
But as long as Zong Zhengyue hurts her once, his ass will pay for him.
The more Zongzheng fights, the more angry he is, and his killing intent is getting heavier and heavier.
Wei San also no longer maintained the distance between the two, and all the whiplashes instantly changed to another person, no longer casual.
"This..." The teachers standing in the rest area looked at Wei San in the field, and then turned back to look at Shan Gong Yangling next to him, "Her moves now seem to be yours."
Shan Gong Yangling also straightened up, no longer leaning against the wall, staring at Wei San's whiplash.
After all, she only taught these students for seven hours, and in less than a day, Wei San actually learned all of her moves in battles and lectures.
Anyone who saw it would probably think that Wei San was taught by her.
The cadets onlookers were equally shocked, and the person who was even more shocked was Nampaxi's mountain palace wave blade.
Because he was taught by Shan Gong Yangling.
Although Wei San used Shangong Yangling's moves, all the moves used by Shangong Yangling have basically explained how to remove moves. Zong Zhengyue himself is an excellent military academy student, and he also learned how to remove moves. .
Shan Gong Yangling couldn't help laughing: "Both of them learned well."