Kuang Mengqiu's expression was extremely gloomy, and he hated Qin Shi to the extreme, and he pinned his hopes on the next challenge.

The other party is not very good at fighting, but what is the use of you being able to fight alone, the other five people in your class are straw bales, and they will wait to be abused later.

The two classes play against each other, and they all choose their own opponents.

Kuang Mengqiu was extremely arrogant, and let Wang Xingyue and their class choose first.

Once you've chosen the matchup, it's time for the battle to begin.

The first battle.

Wang Wei vs. Li Xinghao in Kuang Mengqiu's class.

On that day, Wang Wei was beaten by him and had no power to parry, and this time he wanted to take revenge and blood hatred.

Wang Wei majored in leg skills, and after his leg injury was cured, the "Shura Leg Skills" had reached perfection, and his strength had increased to many times compared to before.

Li Xinghao saw that he chose himself as a battle, and sneered in his heart, a defeated subordinate dared to challenge himself, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

The two came to the stage, facing each other.

"I don't know where you got the courage to let you dare to face me again, today Lao Tzu will let you lie down and call my grandfather to beg for mercy!" Li Xinghao's eyes were full of rebellious expressions, and he didn't look at the other party at all.

"What did you want me to call you just now?" Wang Wei said with a smile.

"Grandpa......" As soon as Li Xinghao exited, it seemed that something was wrong!

"Hey, good grandson. Wang Wei got a cheap grandson and answered.

"You are looking for death!" Li Xinghao's face changed completely, and he was furious.

Lao Tzu makes you hard-mouthed, and when you beg for mercy, you will know how stupid you are.

"You are very good, you have successfully aroused Lao Tzu's killing intent!" After speaking, Li Xinghao took the lead in attacking, and his body technique flew towards Wang Wei.

In his philosophy, only the weak will choose to defend, and the strong can only attack.

"Whoa......

Li Xinghuo's figure was like a fantasy, leaving a few afterimages in the air, and quickly came to Wang Wei.

"Golden Light Palm!"

He snorted coldly.

"It's a good time!" Wang Wei smiled.

"Shura legs!"

The two figures intersected one by one, and they fought together in an instant, the wind howled, the sound was repeated, and the air trembled.

After the confrontation, the two quickly bounced away and pulled away for some distance.

"How is it possible, how can this guy's leg technique be so strong as this, and his leg injury ......" Li Xinghao was horrified at this time, a few months ago, he only found his flaw when he saw the leg injury on the other party's body, and let the other party return with a miserable defeat.

Now, the other party's leg injury has not only healed, but also looks at the Shura leg method he has cultivated to a higher level.

This makes me a little confused, the leg technique can be exquisite, but if the leg injury can be cured, it will be cured a long time ago.

To know how important a leg is to a warrior?

Once the leg injury was not healed at that time, it fell into a dark disease.

Although he is not a doctor, he naturally knows how difficult it is to treat dark diseases, even if it is a famous doctor like Dr. Deng, I am afraid it will be difficult to cure it.

But the other party's leg injury didn't seem to have any problems, it seemed to be healed.

Even Wang Wei himself showed a few surprised expressions on his face.

He fought against Li Xinghao again, although he didn't say that the other party was his inner demon, but he had some knots.

Now, Wang Wei fought with the opponent, overwhelming the opponent, and his confidence skyrocketed.

All this was given by the squad leader, who brought him resources and healed his leg injury, which is like regenerating parents.

"Li Xinghao, Lao Tzu will let you see the real Shura leg technique!" Wang Wei was in high spirits at this time, and quickly rushed towards the other party.

Approaching Li Xinghuo's body, he immediately performed the Shura leg method, and countless leg shadows, like butterflies wearing flowers, exploded again and again, making people overwhelmed.

Under Wang Wei's sharp leg attack, Li Xinghao's figure retreated one after another, completely powerless to parry.

"Soaring ......"

Li Xinghao was cornered, and he was hit by several leg slashes from the other party, grinning in pain. He wanted to fight back, but his palm was suppressed by the opponent's leg method, and he was completely at a disadvantage.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Li Xinghao to finally fall for Wang Wei's leg move, and his body flew out upside down, spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood.

"In this game, Wang Xingyue's new division class Wang Weisheng!"

The referee makes the judgement.

"Win, win!" Wang Xingyue was ecstatic, tears flowed down her cheeks, she never dreamed that their class would win the first game.

She looked gratefully at a teenager next to her, who looked at the stage with little expression on his face.

If it weren't for him, Wang Xingyue wouldn't know what the situation of her class was now, maybe she had resigned and left the academy, or maybe she obeyed Kuang Mengqiu's bastard and completely became the other party's banishment.

"Damn! Li Xinghao, how did you fight, you can't even deal with a defeated general. Kuang Mengqiu was furious, looking at his student Li Xinghao, his words were full of reproach.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't expect the other party's leg technique to become so powerful, and even the previous defects are gone. Li Xinghao lowered his head uncomfortably, and there were many injuries on his body, which made his whole body tremble a little in pain.

"Useless things, go to the infirmary to heal yourself. Kuang Mengqiu snorted coldly and turned to the other person.

This person's strength is in the ninth stage of awakening, and he has a long sword behind him, and he is a kendo martial artist.

"Tan Qiu, you can go up later, give me a good call. ”

"Yes, teacher, I will not be dishonored. Tan Qiu's eyes were firm, and his body was straight, like a peerless sword, with a sharp edge.

He finished speaking in a calm tone and walked towards the martial arts platform.

"Teacher, I'll meet this Tan Qiu. Yu Liang stood up, a pair of eagle eyes were bright, and he was the same as before.

He held a long sword and walked calmly onto the martial arts platform.

The two kendo warriors, far away from each other, are both swordsmen with extremely strong wills.

"Yu Liang, even you, a coward, deserve to fight me, don't defile my sword!" Tan Qiu's face was full of sarcasm, mocking, cold, disdainful, and did not take the other party in his eyes at all.

Although Yu Liang's swordsmanship is good, but the other party is as timid as a mouse, as a swordsman, he has no guts, what is the use of the most brilliant swordsmanship?

If the swordsmanship is performed by whom, even if it is a swordsmanship of the same level, different people will perform it, and there will be a difference between superior and inferior.

"It's time to go. The referee spoke.

But after the referee said a few breaths, neither side moved, they were waiting.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

Two subtle sword draws sounded, and after more than ten breaths, the two of them finally quickly made a move to "draw the sword", and pulled out the sword in the scabbard as fast as they could.

Two sharp cold lights flashed out, dazzling and piercing the eyes.

"Boom!"

The two swords clashed together, and there seemed to be no moves, but the power that could burst out made the air buzz suddenly.

One person and one sword, just colliding like this, a cold light with sparks, and a sour grinding sound that makes the roots of people's teeth sour.

"Poof!"

The spiritual power of the two collided one by one, and they both retreated.

"Good boy, I didn't expect you to grow a lot. Tan Qiu's cold eyes swept towards the swordsman in front of him, and from the other party's eyes, he couldn't see the slightest cowardice, only the heart of a tenacious and fearless swordsman.