Zhang Fan said in a resolute tone, "If you want to go in, just step over me." ”

"Do you really think I don't dare!?" Liu Wuxiang's posture was almost extreme, and his strong true qi smashed Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan was caught off guard, and took a hard blow, his internal organs seemed to be displaced, and the severe pain almost made him faint.

"Wake up!" Zhang Fan bit the tip of his tongue without hesitation.

A heavy stream of hot water filled his mouth, irritating his nerves.

His eyelids opened suddenly, as he was fighting.

Good boy, you are so cruel to yourself!

"You deserve to know my name. Liu Wuxiang said, "Remember, my name is Liu Wuxiang." ”

Zhang Fan smiled: "The names of cats and dogs, I don't bother to remember them." ”

"Look for death!" Liu Wuxiang's gaze suddenly sharpened, and he struck Zhang Fan with an elbow blow to the abdomen.

Zhang Fan's pupils suddenly dilated, and another mouthful of blood spit out.

But he still stood straight, and the hand holding the sword never drooped.

At the same time, in the dantian where the true qi was exhausted, a trace of true qi was born.

"Nine Tribulation Sword!" Zhang Fan immediately urged his true qi, and the sword in his hand came out of his hand.

The wails of the abyssal ghosts echoed in his ears.

The terrifying sword momentum locked onto Liu Wuxiang.

Countless wooden swords appeared in his field of vision, illusory, real and false.

Only one is a real sword.

Liu Wuxiang made a shot to break one, but it was an empty shadow.

He closed his eyes and felt everything around him.

When he locked the real sword over there, Zhang Fan's face enlarged in his eyes, and all the swords were made together, and at this moment, everything returned to its true nature.

Liu Wuxiang's body stiffened in place.

"Click!"

The wooden sword broke the bone of his right leg, and the wound was extremely deep and bleeding profusely.

Zhang Fan put down his sword and collapsed to the ground, as if the strength of his whole body had been drained, and he was motionless.

Liu Wuxiang's face turned pale, he raised his feet and barely walked two steps, and he could no longer sit on the ground.

He tore off his clothes, bandaged himself with strips of cloth, channeled the blood in his body, and stopped the bleeding.

Zhang Fan took the opportunity to recover, forming true qi while inhaling and exhaling, and running Xiao Zhou Tianxinggong.

Liu Wuxiang will not miss this opportunity.

He endured the pain, moved like a leopard, and hit Zhang Fan's chin mercilessly with a left hook.

"Die, little deflated!"

Zhang Fan's tightly closed eyes slowly opened, and he turned his head sideways to brush against Liu Wuxiang's fist.

This cold roar alarmed Li Yuehong in the room.

"Zhang Fan, what's wrong with Zhang Fan!"

Li Yuehong walked out of fear, her face full of worry.

Outside the door, Liu Wuxiang was angry when he failed to strike, and the pain in his leg made him dare not move.

Zhang Fan used all his strength to stand up and block the door.

"Don't want to go in. ”

Liu Wuxiang ignored it, took a painkiller, and felt a lot of pain.

"It's really backbone. He sneered and walked over with a limp.

"As long as you get out of the way, I'll spare you from dying. ”

"If you can't even keep your promises, then how can you talk about success!" Zhang Fan tried hard to open his puffy eyes, and his momentum did not diminish in the slightest.

You have to remember that what you want to protect, even if you fight for your life, you must not give up. This may be the only truth that Zhang Fan learned from his eldest brother.

"If you keep your promise, then you will go to hell with your promise!"

Liu Wuxiang was violent and wanton, and he did everything he could.

The next moment, a rainstorm like a pear blossom attack fell on Zhang Fan.

Zhang Fan curled up in a ball, trying to protect the vital point.

Liu Wuxiang's move was fatal, and his eyes were full of madness.

After a long time, Zhang Fan lay down suddenly.

His flesh and blood on the ground were blurred, as if he had lost his breath.

Liu Wuxiang spat out the old phlegm and walked towards the door.

"I said, you can't go over. Zhang Fan pulled his hoarse voice, and he blocked the door again at some point.

A stubborn will sustained him to his feet.

"Don't you want to die?" Liu Wuxiang said in a deep voice.

"When I fall, I no longer have the right to choose, and since I am still standing, there is no retreat. ”

"But I want to die!"

Liu Wuxiang was touched in his heart, "What is it, it's worth doing this." ”

Zhang Fan smiled lightly: "Because there is my most important person inside." ”

It was such a sentence that made Yan Qingxue wake up from a coma.

"Are you going to rob me of a woman?"

Liu Wuxiang was furious, and his red fist smashed towards Zhang Fan's head.

At the last moment, Zhang Fan's sword accurately poked at Liu Wuxiang's vital point.

"You... Shameless!" Liu Wuxiang blushed, withdrew his hand and covered it down.

"If a person is not a saint or a sage, he can do no wrong. Zhang Fan sat on the ground, leaning against the door and panting.

Liu Wuxiang half-squatted and kicked Zhang Fan to the ground.

"If you are kind enough to spare your life and die in front of me, then don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless!"

Liu Wuxiang pinched Zhang Fan's neck, and the green tendons on his arms burst out together.

"Give me death!"

Zhang Fan struggled desperately, and his legs and feet weakly kicked Liu Wuxiang's head, but it didn't work at all.

The strength in the body is getting smaller and smaller.

Seeing that, Zhang Fan was about to lose his breath.

At the last moment, the sword in his hand stabbed towards Liu Wuxiang with all his might.

Liu Wuxiang only felt a pain in the chrysanthemum, and the whole person jumped up.

Zhang Fan's face was red, he gasped for breath, and his complexion eased a lot.

"Shameless villain!" Liu was speechless.

Zhang Fan now understands what it means to never give up in order to achieve his goal, in order to survive, he has no choice!

Zhang Fan sneered, "I never said that I was a decent gentleman." ”

Liu Wuxiang's leg injury was faintly painful, and beads of sweat the size of beans slipped down his forehead.

Trying to suppress his injuries, he smiled cruelly.

Taking advantage of Zhang Fan's weakness, Liu Wuxiang stepped on Zhang Fan and walked towards the door step by step.

"Now look down, it's still urgent. "He's been delayed here for too long, and it would be a shame if he couldn't even cure a hairy boy.

Zhang Fan was about to be in pain when he was stepped on, and his chest was pressed by Liu Wuxiang, and he felt a little suffocated.

He reached out and grabbed Liu Wuxiang's ankle, "Don't go." ”

". Liu Wuxiang kicked his hand away.

"You can't stop me anymore!" Liu Wuxiang slammed open the iron door hard.

Bang! The iron door was knocked to the ground by him.

"My little darling, I'm coming!" Liu Wuxiang walked in with his tongue licked.

"Don't!" Zhang Fan stretched out his hand and watched Liu Wuxiang disappear from his field of vision.

In the compartment of the infirmary, Liu Wuxiang tore off the curtain and stepped in.

"Where is it, my Hong'er, are you playing peek-a-boo with me?" Liu Wuxiang looked around and found that the infirmary was empty.

"What about people! What about people!" Liu Wuxiang frantically lifted the bed board.

However, under the bed, under the table, there was no one.

"Why! —" He opened the curtains, and the window was open.

"I didn't expect to let her escape!" Liu Wuxiang was furious and jumped out of the window.

Outside the school, Yan Qingxue carried Li Yuehong on the roof.

Just a minute before Liu Wuxiang opened the door, Yan Qingxue opened her eyes.

"Teacher Li, did you save me?" Yan Qingxue put on her clothes.

Li Yuehong nodded and said softly: "Yes, the poison in you is too terrifying, and it took all my strength to help you force the toxin out." ”

When Yan Qingxue heard this, she was annoyed and angry.

blamed the damn Zhang Fan for drinking that bowl of poisonous soup for himself, which led to the current situation.

"Don't say more, there is my enemy outside, you take me away first, Zhang Fan can't hold it anymore. Li Yuehong hurriedly said.

Yan Qingxue bowed her head, picked up Li Yuehong and jumped out of the window.

"Teacher, what's going on? Why did anyone come looking for you? Yan Qingxue asked.

Li Yuehong's eyes flickered, and after a long time, she sighed: "This matter is a long story. ”

When Li Yuehong told Yan Qingxue what happened, Yan Qingxue was not calm.

"So, Zhang Fan dragged us out for five hours?" her voice trembled, she couldn't believe it.

Li Yuehong said bitterly: "That's right. ”

Yan Qingxue rarely showed a look of pity.

"Let's exchange, teacher, you go back to save Zhang Fan, and I'll go and get that Liu Wuxiang away. Yan Qingxue said.

Li Yuehong nodded, "Okay." ”

……

On campus, Liu Wuxiang went crazy and searched everywhere.

"Where's it, where have you been!" he muttered, scaring away a large number of students.

The surrounding students were dragged up by him, "Say, where is Li Yuehong!?"

The student was strangled by the neck and had difficulty breathing.

He had a good eye, saw Li Yuehong in a long skirt in the distance, and hurriedly pointed towards it.

Liu Wuxiang was ecstatic, completely forgot about the leg pain, and ran over.

Yan Qingxue shrank her body and tied up her hair like Li Yuehong, she was wearing Li Yuehong's skirt.

Hearing the footsteps behind her, Yan Qingxue moved.

She trotted out of the campus and disappeared into the crowd.

Liu Wuxiang kept chasing and found the campus.

In the corner of the campus, Li Yuehong walked to the infirmary in an awkward witch costume.

"Isn't this Teacher Li? Why are you wearing the same style as Yan Qingxue?"

A male teacher said with interest.

Li Yuehong bowed her head and said nothing, and hurriedly walked into the teaching building.

Outside the door of the infirmary, Zhang Fan was lying on the ground, and no one came over.

There was so much commotion just now that the school noticed it, but it turned a blind eye.

Students passing by also ignored them.

As the saying goes, immortals fight, mortals meet.

Liu Wuxiang broke the iron trash can with one hand, and he was in full view of the hair, how dare he come over and meddle in things.

Li Yuehong looked at the aisle, and the garbage can was rotten revealing a lot of garbage.

The fist prints on the walls are clearly outlined, and the ground is full of small holes.

The blood stains and smell on the ground were extremely pungent.

When she came, Zhang Fan was no longer human.

Flesh and blood, so not miserable.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Fan opened his eyes.

Li Yuehong hurriedly helped him up and lay on his knees, and asked distressedly, "Zhang Fan, how are you?"

Her eyes were red and she felt guilty, and if it weren't for herself, he wouldn't have done that.

Zhang Fan smiled brightly, his voice was very light and soft: "Five hours, teacher, I did it." ”