The neurons of the mecha warrior are closely connected to the body, and any impact and damage from the outside world will be synchronously fed back to the driver's brain.

Xu Zhongwen, as a seed player of the Imperial Capital Academy, was indisputably strong among his peers in terms of neuronal synchronization rate and mental strength, and immediately found that his mecha was missing a component.

That component is a machine gun attached to the left arm.

It was skillfully cut off by Zhang Qingyang with a sword to cut off the power and nerve connections, and almost did not damage the mecha and machine gun, and it was "removed" as accurately as a surgical operation!

As a person who was "operated", Xu Zhongwen didn't notice from beginning to end how the other party broke through his surface protection and perception barrier and did this.

"Is there really such a big gap between me and his strength? I don't believe it!"

Xu Zhongwen's reaction was swift, the armor on the upper part of his left arm cracked silently, and a black light burst out without warning.

Zhang Qingyang, who was close at hand, was easily "penetrated", and then the bubble was shattered, and his real body appeared out of thin air from the right side, but he had already thrown the intact machine gun on his back, and the strange "adsorption" was there.

And his sword cut into the mecha's right shoulder again without warning, pried off a shoulder cannon like a gourd, and grabbed it in his hand.

Xu Zhongwen felt very bad, he had always been calm and decisive enough, but he couldn't think of feasible tactics to deal with it!

If Zhang Qingyang wanted to kill him, it would be enough for the sword to pierce the heart just now, or it would be easier for his subordinates to defeat him mercilessly.

But to be so elusive, swordsmanship is like an antelope hanging on its horns and there is no trace, unless the strength has absolutely exceeded one's own one great realm.

That's absolutely impossible.

In the middle of the crisis, Xu Zhongwen forced himself out of a fine sweat, a low roar came out of his throat, and a rain of light exploded on the surface of the mecha, and countless small fragments shot indiscriminately in all directions, and the real body took the opportunity to retreat hundreds of meters away.

His original intention was to distance himself first and then find a way, but as soon as he stopped his body, he suddenly found that Zhang Qingyang was like a bone appendage, and he didn't know how to stick to himself, and he appeared three meters away in front of him at the same time.

Zhang Qingyang's eyes didn't even look directly at him, his right hand seemed to be loosely holding the rat bone sword, and with a casual blow, he also picked up his left shoulder cannon, and came to the back of the mecha in a flash, easily caught it, and incorporated it into his back.

Xu Zhongwen was stimulated so hard that he thought that Zhang Qingyang was deliberately humiliating himself, and when he was stunned, there was a slight fluctuation in the synchronization rate between neurons and mechas, and the operation of the board was not smooth, causing the entire body to freeze for a moment.

Zhang Qingyang actually stopped at the same time, flashed five meters away and frowned at him: "Thinking crankily in the battle, you can easily suffer a big loss like this." ”

"Ahhh

Xu Zhongwen's head exploded, no matter what tactics of attacking from afar and fighting from afar, the mecha popped out a sword and an axe with both arms, and roared madly and pounced on it!

Zhang Qingyang shook his head in disappointment, and at the moment when the other party slashed, he dodged away, and the rat bone sword lightly picked up, knocking out his left hand Qi Gen, and flew up with a kick of the dragon and shook his tail, kicking his hand and sword out dozens of meters away.

Under Xu Zhongwen's unbalanced mentality, the damage of the mecha recoil neurons brought a lot of pain, which made him even more frantic and out of control, his left arm folded back and poked, and a large-caliber troll was connected from the bulging rucksack, and it was pulled back and aimed at Zhang Qingyang and spewed out a puff of fire.

Zhang Qingyang's feet did not move, his body moved horizontally to the right, and another sword poked on the buckle of the backpack.

This time, he couldn't directly pick it up, Xu Zhongwen didn't know if he was mad or what, and blurted out: "My equipment cabin is formed in one piece, don't want to use your dirty means to destroy it again!"

"Really?"

Zhang Qingyang followed his back back and forth more than a dozen times with great interest, keeping the exact distance and angle, and his eyes were fixed on the subtle structure of the backpack.

At this time, the audience outside the stadium looked stupid.

Since the start of the competition of the five colleges, sixty-four players have fought so many games, and none of them have been as strange as today's battle!

Especially Zhang Qingyang's performance is different from all his previous fighting styles, and the strength he shows is also earth-shattering, even the three most familiar Li Beihai are dumbfounded, and they don't know how to describe it.

Most of the audience was screaming or discussing, and some people with dark psychology thought that he was deliberately abusive, laughing and whistling.

Clear-eyed people can see what is going on, especially the people on the other side of the player's seat, who have a more profound study of Zhang Qingyang, and many people exclaimed at this time: "The kid surnamed Zhang is too rampant, and he actually practiced with Xu Zhongwen!"

"People have rampant strength, if it were us, I'm afraid we wouldn't let go of this opportunity to improve experience and cultivation, right?"

Having said that, it is easy to get along and substitute himself into the role of Xu Zhongwen, and no one will feel comfortable.

In the seat of the Imperial Capital Academy, Liang Er was so shocked that Zhang Huang was at a loss, and he tried to stand up several times, but he was held down fiercely.

"Impossible, that kid's strength is definitely not so strong, he must have had some adventure yesterday!"

Liang Er compared his current level and knew that he would definitely not be able to keep up with Zhang Qingyang's progress speed, and it was basically a luxury to expect to defeat him head-on, and he needed an excuse to avoid dying of anger.

The dignified descendants of the Liang family, the top ten talents of the Imperial Capital Academy, are not as good as the stinky boys from the slums in the countryside, and they have been deflated again and again, and they can't get by with their faces.

I can't find any other reason, so I can only think about it, so as to give myself an excuse to admit defeat with dignity.

Yesterday, there was too much movement in the ancient city of Tiebi, but anyone with a little news channel can find out a little bit of the situation, and Zhang Qingyang, the rising star of today, is even more eye-catching.

With the acquiescence of Luo Tianfeng, those people in the Shenlong Branch released all kinds of gossip that were true and false, giving birth to a variety of speculations overnight, and many people compared them with his performance today, and then thought of those news, thinking that it was the truth.

Therefore, it is difficult to expect most people to think rationally, and human inertia, under the domination of human beings, is often more willing to believe in the "truth" that they are more willing to face.

In the seat of the Imperial Capital Academy, the leader who had always kept a low profile spoke at this time: "Don't think too much, you should learn from Zhang Qingyang's practice of not missing any opportunity to sharpen your martial arts skills and improve your cultivation." As long as they can continue to stand firm ahead of their peers, it doesn't matter what those losers who are trampled on think in their hearts or feel humiliated. ”

"Yes, Chief. ”

Liang Er and the others were a little depressed, and they promised in their mouths, but they were still difficult to accept.

He Zhang Qingyang, why?!

Zhang Qingyang didn't know that it would cause such a reaction, he just made a wit on the spot during the battle and adopted such a tactic.

His physical skills, body techniques, spiritual powers, and spiritual secret techniques, after yesterday's refinement and adjustment, now have the only subtle characteristics, and then use skilled martial arts, and find that the power and sophistication are even higher.

He still uses the Bafang Wind and Rain Sword, but he has broken through the previous realm.

Previously, he had cultivated to the basic level of impervious to wind and rain, and when he defended, he couldn't splash in, and when he attacked, he was as fierce as the wind and rain. Now it has been promoted to rain or shine, moisturizing things silently, such as antelope hanging horns without a trace, difficult to prevent.

It seems to be a gentle drizzle, but in fact, it is pervasive, and the sword style is unfolded, as long as it is within the control of his spiritual power, the other party's seemingly tight defense system is like a sieve to him, full of loopholes.

Xu Zhongwen's impression of him was still stuck a few days ago, thinking that he knew enough about the Bafang Wind and Rain Sword, but today he suddenly encountered his field control tactics, and he had fallen into Zhang Qingyang's rhythm from the beginning.

In just a few breaths, Zhang Qingyang followed the mecha to change the angle dozens of times, and at this moment, he suddenly pierced diagonally with a sword, and the rat bone sword bent like a snake and pierced into a gap in his backpack.