Where is this still called being able to fight?

Don't say it's worth watching.

You can hear it just by the sound.

Lei Hanhai's original voice was like thunder.

At this time, anyone can hear the weakness.

And the words "I can still fight" that refused to admit defeat.

In the tone, there is also a feeling of bitterness.

Although he refused to admit defeat, he knew that he was completely defeated.

Looking at Lei Hanhai's fiasco, both those instructors and the students on the field were silent.

I never dreamed that Instructor Lei, who was dominant in strength, would be defeated in the battle of hard bridges and hard horses.

And, it was defeated so simply and so quickly.

The results were far beyond everyone's expectations.

At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

"Then, I'll take the third move. ”

The strength is blowing, and the blade of the sword is ruthless.

With the sudden sound of coldness, there was a flash, and the sharpness of the match was already in front of him.

The sword light flowed, dancing with a brilliant silver light, and the people who were shining couldn't open their eyes.

The angle of each sword is unpredictable and inconceivable.

The cold sword blade, like a shadow, enveloped Lin Yu in it.

One after another sword light, rushing like thunder.

In the face of this sudden attack, Lin Yu's face did not change, and his original dignified and majestic fist momentum changed suddenly.

The body is light and fluttering, like a piece of powerless catkins.

Following the flickering edge of the sword, it flew uncertainly.

If you say that the previous competition between Lin Yu and Lei Hanhai was completely a hard shock of force and force.

So now, he shows another extreme lightness and agility.

Mu Qingfeng, who is known for his fast body like a ghost, can't get the slightest advantage in front of him.

Flashing and moving, swaying freely.

The clothes are flying, dancing in the wind, and suddenly they don't look like ordinary people.

The nine-day wind only travels, like a fairy, and the more refined it is.

At this time, Mu Qingfeng's heart was inexplicably shocked.

I thought that Lin Yu was taking the road of a hard bridge and a hard horse.

Body shape and footwork are by no means its strengths.

But now it seems that he was very wrong.

The other party's body is lighter and faster than his own.

In particular, the ease of swaying between gestures is even more unattainable.

When the body is transformed, it is chic and detached, as if there are still three points of strength left.

But Mu Qingfeng is also a tenacious person.

The immediate setbacks did not make him lose confidence.

At the moment, the heart is horizontal.

The chilling sword qi is endless.

Dancing wildly, reflecting the brilliance.

The short sword trembled, like starlight, swaying.

He concentrated his energy and concentrated his painstaking swordsmanship to the extreme.

The blooming sword is as beautiful as snow.

And Lin Yu, in the sword light of summoning and chasing souls, seemed to be strolling leisurely.

The sword moves are fast, and his body is faster.

"Fast, but also faster, completely forgetful, mind like a sword, is the ultimate of fast sword. ”

A soft groan sounded, and a faint smile hung on Lin Yu's face.

At such times, he had the leisure to speak.

Moreover, he was still pointing at the other party's sword moves.

Suddenly, Mu Qingfeng felt a great shame.

The pale and bloodless face suddenly turned red.

Brush Brush Brush ......

The fast sword is endless, like a storm, and the sword is dead.

The people around couldn't see the trajectory of the two of them clearly.

The sword light was like a glimpse of floating light.

Unreal, with deadly murderous intentions.

The speed was so fast, the sword lights were connected, forming a dazzling ball of light.

Mu Qingfeng's figure blended into the sword light.

In a trance, except for the sword light, the figure of the wargroup could not be seen clearly.

The cold killing intent permeated the surroundings.

Everyone on the training ground felt as if the temperature in the air was gradually decreasing.

Looking at the dazzling sword light, they couldn't help but feel a chill down their spines and shrank their necks.

If you change places, with your bare hands, facing Mu Qingfeng, who has a divine soldier in hand, I am afraid that with just one move, you will be beheaded.

But they didn't know that strength had never been Lin Yu's strength.

Legend has it that the most feared feature of the Black Prison Dragon King is its incomparable speed.

The world's martial arts are invincible, and only fast is not broken.

When the speed is at its peak, there is no need for complicated moves at all.

The blow was fatal, and it drifted away.

This is the correct way for the Black Prison Dragon King to kill.

The more Mu Qingfeng fought, the more frightened he became, and his confidence gradually faded.

No matter how much he increases his speed, the other party is always superior.

With empty hands, a glimpse emerged from the gap in the sword move.

He finally realized the powerlessness that Lei Hanhai had just now.

In front of him, it seemed to be a void, and no matter how powerful the sword moves were, they all cut through the endless void.

What is even more tragic is that the opponent always has room to spare.

In the sword light like chasing souls, it seems to be a leisurely stroll, chic and detached.

This feeling of frustration has never been felt since he learned the sword.

Even in the face of the four chief instructors, he will not appear to be like a quagmire.

Could it be that the gap between yourself and the other party is really so big?

One question mark after another, began to swirl in his mind.

Thinking about it, the sword move naturally slowed down.

At this time, surrounded by sword shadows, a cold snort sounded.

"Hmph, if you fight against me, you dare to be distracted, you better step down. ”

This voice suddenly woke Mu Qingfeng up.

The pupils contracted, and the killing intent condensed in the eyes.

Sword moves, suddenly speeding up.

It seems that the sky is dyed with light, and the shadow of the sword is boundless.

Like clouds covering the thin moon, silver refining frost.

The killing intent swept away the clouds, and the fog filled the sky.

After the speed was increased to the extreme, the Qinghong short sword exuded a wisp of demonic beauty.

Lin Yu's eyes were condensed, and he turned and retreated, adding a little more caution.

The eruption of sword moves is like a cluster of flowers, bright fireworks.

Shine, dazzle.

The sword light swept by, leaving behind the remnants of the Dao.

Before the afterimage dissipated, a new sword light had suddenly bloomed.

However, Lin Yu was not worried about this kind of sword move that was extremely fast.

Faintly, he was waiting.

Waiting, after the brilliant sword move, that wisp of killing power.

The sword qi covers the sky, and the frost blades are connected.

After the endless sword moves, it is the destruction of the army, the sinking water, and the killing intent appears.

Sure enough.

When the sword shadow blooms to the most blooming and gorgeous place, it suddenly closes.

It was as if after the fireworks, the eyes were full of gloom and loneliness.

A ray of sword light drifted away.

I don't know where it came from, and I don't know where it will go.

Like a meteor flying from the sky, it swept by the sky, and it was like a shock.

At that moment, the light and speed of the explosion, nothing could resist it.

A Qinghong short sword turned into a meteor outside the sky, ethereal, elusive, and irresistible.

At this moment, Mu Qingfeng's eyes were indifferent and ruthless.

People are ruthless, and the sword is even more ruthless.

The cold blade, glowing with a wisp of cold air, stabbed Lin Yu's throat with incomparable precision.

This sword abandons change, but it contains change.

Mu Qingfeng followed the sword, and the sword followed the wind.

When I made the move, it was a kind of flash of inspiration in my mind.

The sword is unintentional, intentional or unintentional, intentional or unintentional is true.

The location, time, strength, and speed are all wonderful, and it is just the right time to exert all of its power to the limit.

The cold air of the sword blade, the hair on Lin Yu's throat stood up.

His figure resisted, as if he was also amazed by this sword.

In the clear eyes, there was no fear, no flinching, only a faint appropriation.

The corners of his mouth are upturned, outlining a smile of excitement.

Perhaps, in his heart, only this sword is worthy of him to be sharpened.

Lift one hand lightly and put two fingers together.

When the flickering edge is about to touch the skin of the throat.

Two fingers clamped the blade of the sword just right.

With only half an inch, this sword can be accomplished.

However, Mu Qingfeng was shocked to find that the sword in his hand seemed to be out of control.

No matter how hard you try, you can't move forward in the slightest.

At the moment when the outcome was decided, suddenly, Lin Yu's temples burst out, and the alarm suddenly rose.

He gripped the dagger and tilted his head.

A scorching bullet flew past the scalp.

The sudden change made him angry.

In the cold eyes, the murderous aura was overflowing.

Grabbed the right hand of the short sword and shook it casually.

Suddenly, the short sword came out of Mu Qingfeng's hand and flew to the place where Lu You was standing.

After Lu You sneaked a shot, he saw that he missed the target.

Just as he was about to continue shooting, a bright light flashed in front of him.

The dagger roared like thunder and lightning.

Han Feng came in the blink of an eye, Lu You was not in a hurry, and his feet slipped, which was able to avoid the flying sword.

At the same time, the two guns in his hands fired continuously, blocking all the routes of Lin Yu's advance and retreat.

I have to say that he has practiced marksmanship to the point of being superb.

Every bullet fired is not only accurate, but also has an extraordinary predictability.

Several bullets, in the direction of the shot, varied.

The common point is that these bullets firmly locked the space around Lin Yu.

No matter how much you dodge, you can't avoid the result of being hit.

After Lu You fired several shots in a row, his ten fingers were loosened, and the two guns fell to the ground, and before he knew it, two other pistols appeared in his palm.

Moreover, his body movement is sensitive and fast, and compared with Mu Qingfeng, he is good at winning.

As long as he distances himself from Lin Yu, he has absolute confidence to kill the other party under the gun!

Yes.

It's a guns, not a simple defeat!