Chapter 42: My Temper

"I'm so grumpy. ”

Seeing Lin Hao's shot shaking the air, shaking out the basin-sized gun, his whole body was burning with qi and blood, and the tip of the gun was pointed directly at the vital part of his chest and abdomen, Xiao Nan's eyes were cold.

He felt the crisis.

During the previous competition, I was infected by the atmosphere of classmates who were learning from each other, especially the little fans who supported me next to me cheered loudly, and my heart would be a little softer for no reason.

So much so that he regarded the competition as a game.

When he was in the upper hand, he also kicked Lin Hao down. It's skill, not killing.

Although the squad leader was very embarrassed when he fell, he really didn't suffer any injuries.

But now it's different.

Xiao Nan was really angry.

If you don't admit defeat if you lose, what do you want to do?

He keenly sensed that if he couldn't block this move, the five internal organs would be the lightest, and he would probably be poked out of a large transparent hole, thus injuring the source of qi and blood, and the most important major veins in the atrium.

In the future, let alone practicing martial arts, even walking will be difficult.

You may even be shot in the vital area and die on the spot.

In the past two days, he has learned some news and information, and he also knows that there are students in major colleges and universities who mistakenly kill when they are competing......

Looking at Lin Hao's blood-red eyes, this must be a desire to learn from him.

Xiao Nan only felt his temples jump suddenly, and the smile on his face became more and more gentle, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

The blade of the spear was in front of him, and his clothes cracked fiercely under the strong wind......

As the clothes fluttered, in the eyes of everyone, Xiao Nan's whole person also swayed, like a willow leaf blown by the wind.

"The waist is like a willow, the sword is like silk, and the feet dance with the wind. ”

In the fiery gun, there was suddenly a misty wetness.

Like a spring breeze blowing, there is a drizzle.

"Flutter ......"

There was a strange muffled sound, and the blade of the gun suddenly froze, as if it had pierced into the dirt leather.

I didn't hear the clear sound of the collision of weapons, I could only see countless silver sword shadows drawing out the silk threads, winding and twisting.

Before the gun, a fine web of light is formed.

Wrapping, twisting, wrapping, washing, lifting, pulling, picking......

For a moment, even Wei Yunyun couldn't see how many offensive and defensive techniques Xiao Nan's sword had used. I only felt that his wrist was flipped like a spiritual snake, and the five fingers were twisted and pressed, beating lightly and flexibly, with an indescribable beauty.

This is not over, the sword shadow that dances like silk only locks the spear castrated, and it gives birth to a fierce strength from the extreme softness......

The slender blade of the sword made a thunderous sound, and the spear was raised high in the air.

In an instant, there was a cold light and sword shadow, without a trace of wind. Just like the drizzle at midnight, he suddenly stabbed forward and lightly touched Lin Hao's lower abdomen.

One-touch collection.

When everyone came back to their senses, the two stood opposite each other, and Xiao Nan had already put away his sword and stood quietly.

But Lin Hao was holding a spear, his eyes frightened.

"You ......"

He only said one word, and the spear fell, spitting out blood. His legs went limp, and he fell to his knees.

The previous fierceness and domineering seemed to be an illusion, and Lin Hao at this time was paralyzed like a mess of mud.

"Take!"

Xiao Nan's face was expressionless, and his eyes were indifferent.

At this time, Fang just took a bad breath, and since he had a black hand, he didn't bother to pretend.

These days, back to his student days as a high school student, he almost became a grandson, and he was always very aggrieved.

In fact, there are too many strong players in this world. Before you don't have enough strength, you will inevitably have to be wronged and develop secretly.

Although it is safe in this way, I always feel that my heart is not happy enough.

At this time, I finally felt a little more comfortable, and I only felt that my chest was wide open, and the sky was high and the clouds were wide.

Since you dare to be ruthless, then I will naturally dare too.

"Xiao Nan, Xiao Nan ......"

There was a cheer all around.

Zhang Xiaorou trembled with excitement, screamed at the top of her voice, and a large number of little girls also shouted.

They don't care so much, because they are not very old, and they haven't thought about whether they will be put in small shoes if they offend Vice Principal Lin......

The key is that the little sister spoke, so naturally she had to help Xiao Nan cheer and cheer.

What's more, in their eyes, this is just a competition.

It seems that Lin Hao is a little injured and has no power to fight again. What's the big deal?

How handsome and gentle Xiao Nan is! It's just that the tip of the sword is a little bit, and he hasn't even scratched the opponent's skin......

The last mouthful of blood that Lin Hao spit out was probably unbearable to the blow of failure, so he was so angry that he spit it out himself.

......

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? Wei Yunyun's eyes straightened, and the more he practiced the sword, the more he could sense the thrilling part of it.

The blade of the sword turned into a soft finger, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a hundred steels, evolving into a spring breeze and night rain, and defeating people in silence.

"I've never heard of any school of moves that have such an effect?"

"It's the Four Seasons Sword Technique, it's the Spring Chapter Sword Style taught at the Sword Pavilion every Friday, and I just taught the 'Drizzle Slope' move last week. ”

Dong Cheng's face was even more shocked, he was a member of the same group of Sword Pavilions as Xiao Nan, but he never thought that this Four Seasons Sword could be used like this.

The swordsmanship teaching that day did not have such charm when using swordsmanship.

Although the swordsmanship is not good, it does not prevent Dong Cheng from seeing the subtlety, after all, he has not learned it.

"It is the true meaning of the four seasons of the Four Seasons Sword Technique. ”

"It turns out that the Four Seasons Sword Technique is so powerful? I knew that I also signed up for the Four Seasons Sword Pavilion, and the Blood Draining Sword Technique is far behind. Nie Dongyun's face was full of confusion and regret.

"Come on, do you think anyone can learn it and get the sword-style artistic conception in it?" Dong Cheng couldn't complain, "If I'm not mistaken, the squad leader is miserable this time, and the drizzle is not so simple." ”

"A good trick is wrapped in bisi, drizzling and slanting, this is the true meaning of the sword technique of spring. Tang Zhixuan had already stood up when the two of them met in close quarters before, and she had long lost that lazy posture.

Her eyes were blazing, as if she had found something amazing, and she looked straight at Xiao Nan.

"It's not simple, it's really not simple, with such a little bit of qi and blood, it can be transformed into rigidity and softness, smooth and natural. What's even more rare is to get the essence of artistic conception...... From the extremely soft spring breeze, the thunder came violently......

And that drizzle slope, exquisite! If it weren't for the poor physical talent, and the age would be too old, there wouldn't be too many plastic opportunities. I want to report to God and ask the mentor to accept the disciples again. ”

Tang Zhixuan muttered on the side, sighing in a low voice as if no one was around.

The two martial arts teachers next to him were shocked and inexplicable.

Although they didn't know why this Miss Tang came to Yuanjiang No. 1 Middle School to teach this year, they still had a little knowledge of her identity and background, and knew that she was a top student of the Qingning Academy in the imperial capital.

Even she values this Xiao Nan's sword so much, is there any reputation in it?

Before I could figure it out, I heard a thunderous roar in my ears.

"Classmates competition, you dare to be so ruthless? ”

Lin Anguo stretched out his hand and touched his son's wrist, but after just a little contact, he sensed that Lin Hao's whole body was cold, and the powerful power of qi and blood had dispersed all over his body, and it dissipated in the air little by little.

I saw Lin Hao's lips purple again, and he looked like a gossamer.

His heart ached and he was furious.

How much thought did he put into raising his son to such a point?

It's trending again, and it's up and down, and I don't know how many things I've done secretly. is also counting on his son to be admitted to a prestigious university to give him a long face and make the Lin family prosperous.

Now, isn't that a waste?

The previous sword is so vicious......

In the soft force point, it penetrates the internal organs, and then turns into a violent shock force and explodes.

That kid is so poisonous, I don't know where he learned the method? The Four Seasons Sword Pavilion would never teach this.

Lin Anguo was standing in the distance before, and he didn't pay attention for a while, but now when he looked closely, he found that something was wrong.

At this moment, he couldn't remember it at all, but it was actually his son who made a ruthless move and had a bad heart.

Even if he thought about it, he wouldn't care.

Most people are lenient with themselves and strict with others.

He drank a sentence solemnly, didn't stop with his right hand, and slapped it with his backhand.

The air burst with a slap and a boom.

The blades of grass are flying, and the wind is like a mountain.

Everyone heard the bowstring rattle and tremble......

It was all the tendons in Lin Anguo's body that were shaking together, and they were born with infinite strength.

Even, on the edge of his palm, he could see the air being squeezed out of faint white marks.