"Pojun, I remember you. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info "Ximen Huo turned around and left, the loser is not qualified to leave his name." Those who can be remembered are victors.

Pojun was a little embarrassed, but was immediately filled with another joy.

Fighting was indeed a catalyst for progress.

Through the battle with Ximen Huo, the use of the crystal bell jar became more and more comfortable. The two layers of soul sea were constantly drumming, and the surging power seemed to be about to tear out.

Faintly, the broken army has a feeling that it is about to break through.

This made him ecstatic, he had just broken through the Soul Sea Double Heaven, and he was about to break through in the second round.

Give me another fight.

Po Jun's eyes looked at the people in the second courtyard.

He knew that the relationship between the first and second courts had always been discordant, and it was not uncommon for them to get into fights.

Come and challenge me.

The desire to fight was engraved on the face of the broken army.

However, none of the students of the Second Academy who looked at him were as hostile to him as they were at the beginning. Not to mention challenging him.

Pojun was stunned in his heart.

He didn't think that what he had done unintentionally just now made him recognized by the students of the Second Academy.

If you want to take action against a benefactor who has saved your classmates and helped you fight against external challengers, don't say whether they are qualified or not, even if they are qualified, they don't dare to make a move at this time. will be scolded.

Seeing that there was not a single challenger, the desire to fight was gradually extinguished. I came here today for another important matter.

But at this moment, a gust of wind blew.

Pojun's pupils shrank, and his body flicked backwards like a spring.

I saw that there was an extra person in front of his original position. A young man with sharp fingers and purple eyes.

"Hehe, the response is good, it's just a little slower. He Mang smiled strangely.

A thin line slowly cracked from the left side of Pojun's face, and tear-like blood beads slowly flowed down, bringing bursts of hot stinging.

So fast!

Po Jun's heart was awe-inspiring, but his blood trembled unconsciously.

Fighting, fighting again.

He was like a natural warrior, and his thirst for battle had reached a point of hunger. Every battle can make him have a qualitative leap, and he is eager to fight all the time.

"The fighting spirit is good, but I already know your weaknesses, and you can't win against me. He Mang's fingernails touched lightly, and with a bang, sparks flew everywhere.

Retreat, retreat, retreat again.

The battle became fierce from the start. Po Jun had never encountered such an opponent, and he suppressed him with super high speed, so that he couldn't even hold out the crystal bell jar.

He Mang's attack is not only fast, but also very strong. Every time the blade-sharp nails were slashed, they brought out a kind of wind force. The spiritual aspect of this soul power is more skillful than Simon Fire.

The broken army retreats again and again, and there is no way to retreat.

Seeing that another sharp edge was crossed, the essence of the broken army's eyes flashed. The index finger is swiped in the air, and the edge is like a blade.

"It's amazing, but unfortunately, I've seen through it a long time ago. He Mang flicked backwards in a good time, as flexible as a cat. It seems that he has long known the hand of breaking the army.

His retreat was to borrow strength, his calf was slightly bent, spring-like, and ejected at a more rapid speed, and there was no shadow in an instant.

The broken army was caught off guard, and was hit by He Mang's whole person on the lower abdomen.

There was a tearing pain in the muscles, and just as he wanted to condense the crystal bell jar, he was kicked again. That kick slammed into his wound, and He Mang's whole body bounced away again.

The mood of the broken army is unprecedentedly grim, and He Mang's fighting style is the absolute nemesis of his crystal bell jar. The swift attack often caused his crystal bell jar to be attacked before he could use it.

In that case, let's respond to all changes with the same.

Pojun suddenly closed his eyes. Stand with your hands down.

He Mang, who had been in a very relaxed state, felt a strong sense of crisis coming, and the hairs on his body stood upside down like a civet cat.

He looked at Po Jun in disbelief, obviously there were flaws all over his body, why did he feel like this.

"It's coming. Bai Li's eyes lit up. When the army had just broken through and defeated Ximenhuo, it exuded this breath.

The scene was stalemate for a moment, and it was broken by He Mang.

He is king for speed, and he pursues extreme speed in battle. If the rhythm is stopped, it will be very bad for him. So he had to attack, and he had to attack quickly, strongly.

Visible to the naked eye, the civet cat appeared from behind him, and He Mang's body arched like a cat.

Shout!

He Mang was still in place, but the broken army, which had been silent, instinctively poked a finger into the void on the left.

Wow.

There was an uproar.

There was another He Mang.

This is just the beginning, and the attacks of the broken army have not stopped since then. Every time he attacked, it was as if he had attacked a He Mang, but the feeling that the attack was missing told Po Jun that he didn't hit the opponent at all.

In three seconds, the surrounding area of the broken army was completely surrounded by He Mang's figure.

It was only at this time that He Mang, who was standing in place, gradually dissipated. It turned out to be just an afterimage.

Attack, attack, attack, and the high frequency of the spirit rhino finger make the broken army a little tired.

At this moment, there was a faint confusion in his breath.

Meow.

The piercing cat meowed, He Mang's figure completely coincided with the vague civet cat behind him, and appeared behind Po Jun in an instant, his legs were clamped on Po Jun's body like pliers, and he smiled cruelly, and his madness was undoubtedly revealed. Two hands covered with sharp nails grabbed the broken army's head and stabbed it fiercely.

Yes.

Countless people have already hidden their faces and exclaimed, not daring to see the next bloody scene.

However, at this moment, Pojun's back twitched.

"It's a matter of thumb, no, a higher realm. The bystanders were clear, and Bai Li showed a shocked expression for the first time.

Equally horrified was He Mang, whose hand had already touched Pojun's hair, and he was already imagining the sweet scene of the next spurt of flesh. A sharp soul burst out from the back of the broken army.

This soul ray is so weird, so fast, so sharp, that He Mang can't dodge it at all. He suffered a severe blow to his right chest.

Airplanes.

The crystal bell cover bulged out suddenly from the inside out.

He Mang, who was hanging on Po Jun's body, was shocked by this ferocious shock, and his internal organs trembled violently.

With an unparalleled momentum, Pojun turned abruptly, his fingers suddenly turned white, and a furious soul shot out from his index finger.

He Mang, who had just come out of a dizzy state, had a pain in his eyes, and his whole body was cold as he watched the soul light tear the air towards his eyebrows.

Bai Li's face changed, and his figure suddenly blurred.

The entrained energy of the sharp soul had already pierced the skin on He Mang's forehead, and he was about to rush in, when a palm flashing with thunder suddenly appeared.

The lightning flickered, and the incomparably sharp soul instantly melted.

"It's the point. ”

A gentle voice rang in Pojun's ears.