"Fart! I don't know how to say about the small stove in your heart, don't pretend in front of me, I don't eat this. "Rochelle used to work in the Paul Magic Martial Academy, and he knows Philip's character well, so to speak, he was kicked out of the Paul Magic Martial Academy, and Philip has a certain responsibility!

"Oh? Then can I understand that the so-called magic swordsmen are a group of cowardly and unreasonable guys? Philip said mockingly.

"Philip, don't deceive people too much!" Rochelle shouted angrily.

"Teacher, since he wants to test my strength, let's try! Anyway, he didn't dare to kill him, what do you say? Han Wu glanced at Philip and said lightly.

Philip pursed his lips, noncommittal, and secretly marveled in his heart at Han Wu's calmness, which was worthy of his admiration.

Rochelle frowned, worried, but finally nodded and agreed with Han Wu's statement, knowing that Philip was determined to do something to Han Wu, and it would not do them any better to continue arguing.

"Xiao Nizi, for your guts, I'll use fifty percent of my strength later!" Philip said.

"Shameless!" Rochel scolded. Fifty percent of the strength of a great mage is not child's play, it has to be close to the strength of the great mage, and with Philip's familiarity with magic, this is not fair to Han Wu at all.

"Teacher, don't worry. I'll be fine. Han Wu glanced at Rochelle to stop him from going mad at Philip, who she firmly believed that Philip could not kill her, at most she would make herself suffer.

"Xiao Wu, he's a great magister, and he's only one step away from a sage......"

Han Wu shook her head, signaling Rochel not to say any more, she knew everything, and she wanted to force her potential under the hands of such a strong man.

Suddenly, the fish intestine sword trembled slightly, venting Han Wu's excitement, this is the strongest opponent she has encountered in this other world, except for the black dragon. Of course, Philip can't be compared to the black dragon at all, the black dragon is a saint-level dragon, and his strength is even a few points stronger than the human saint-level powerhouse.

"Not bad. Judging by the look on your face, there is even a hint of luck, and it seems that you are also eager to fight me. Philip looked at the burning eyes of the cold dancer and couldn't help but grin in admiration. Under the coercion of the Great Magus, there are not necessarily a few people who can be so calm, and Han Wu is definitely one of them.

"Come on, let me see what the so-called strongest class, the Demon Swordsman, is capable of." Philip stood with his hands in his hands and said indifferently, as if the threat to her from the cold dance was almost zero, and there was no need to worry about it at all.

Han Wu pursed his lips, the fish intestine sword danced a sword flower, and the gray demon fighting qi brought out a halo, which was unusually chic and pleasing to the eye, such a performance is not a simple matter, but the control of the sword and the amount of power can only be so pleasing to the eye when the control of the sword and the amount of power reaches a certain height.

Rochelle was anxious and prayed that he would not ask for Cold Dance to defeat Philip, but for her to be safe. It's just that Philip has made up his mind to vent his anger for Minnie and make Han Wu suffer a little, so it depends on the matter of severity.

With a bang, Han Wu's figure flickered, like a bolt of lightning, rushing towards Philip, and under the stimulation of the demonic fighting qi, her speed had exceeded the limit of the human body, and it could not be captured with the naked eye.