In the evening, Xingmao County, the entrance of the former Wolf Warrior Gang, is in a large school field with a radius of 100 meters.

The two figures were fighting in the middle of the field, and the surroundings were full of purple-clothed Goshawk Society disciples, shouting and shouting one by one, as if they were celebrating a festival.

With a crisp sound of "dang", the two figures separated, but it was Bao Xingyu and Zhang Xiaotian who were in the field.

It was said that it was a competition, but the battle was very fierce, and people were excited and worried at the same time.

Of course, the worries were limited to a few people close to Zhang Xiaotian, and most of the Goshawk Society disciples were enthusiastic about seeing such a wonderful competition.

Bao Xingyu took three steps back, the light in his eyes exploded, his right foot slammed on the ground, and the speed of the ground increased to the limit, and a red electric light rushed towards Zhang Xiaotian, who was still retreating.

The head of Zhanger's red spear trembled, and it let out a sneering and screaming, even the deafening cheers around him could not be concealed.

Zhang Xiaotian, who had been retreating, was dressed in a windless robe, his cloak was rolled up, his black hair was flying, his feet pressed lightly on the ground, and he slowly rose off the ground, as if he was standing on an invisible seat that rose off the ground.

"Xiao Tian has actually practiced shapeshifting to this point?"

Li Dahe was speechless in his heart, he understood this body method, it was easy to be "fast", but it was difficult to "slow" down.

The light in Bao Xingyu's eyes flashed, and the red spear exploded, turning into a sky full of gun shadows, and he didn't know which one was real.

Around Zhang Xiaotian, the sand and gravel under his feet flew to the rear and both sides, like a small bomb exploding in the center.

The shadow of the spear formed a prairie fire, but the power was concentrated at a certain point, flickering left and right, up and down, unpredictable.

Zhang Xiaotian's body swirled in mid-air, his eyes lit up, and his right hand leaned on the heavenly sword and slowly stabbed out, pointing in the direction of Bao Xingyu.

His movements were extremely slow, but Bao Xingyu knew that the speed of his sword was not inferior to his lightning-fast Zhang'er Red Spear.

That kind of contradiction in time can really make people look at it, and they can't help but feel stuffy in their chests and want to vomit blood.

The sword's momentum changed over a short distance.

The onlookers only felt that their eyes were slight, and the tip of the spear and the tip of the sword were already together.

The two of them went from retreating to making a move, and there was not the slightest buffer of time.

It's like when you see two bolts of light, they're already striking each other.

Victory or defeat is decided in an instant.

Rush whirl.

Click! Hula!

The ground below cracked several cracks, and the dust and rubble were swept up by the fierce wind, flying in all directions, like a sandstorm.

The crowd around couldn't help but retreat, and they couldn't stop talking.

Where is the power of these two people fighting like a low-level source force warrior!

Brush!

A red glow flickered like a tiny flame.

The red spear in Bao Xingyu's hand shook slightly, and the shadow of the spear in the sky dissipated, turning into one, marking Zhang Xiaotian with thousands of changes, seemingly slow, but in fact, it was faster than thunder, an earth-shattering sword.

Rumble!

Swords and guns fire.

A stream of air by a sword and a gun? The crowd retreated again, and the field was filled with smoke and dust, covering the afterglow of the sunset.

Bao Xingyu roared.

The hind legs of the "Pegasus Stepping Swallow" shrank and flicked, jumped up in the air, and his feet exceeded the top of Zhang Xiaotian's head, condescendingly, and it was another shot.

This shot was like a raging fire, as soon as Fang stabbed out, it was immediately deployed, and there was like an extra round of small sun on the school field.

The poignant beauty far exceeded the beauty of the mortal world, condensed into a snorting crimson cyclone, which suddenly turned quiet, but the strength of the small pieces of energy increased unabated, expanding but not retracting.

Then, tens of thousands of red points of light burst out from in front of Bao Xingyu like a fountain, turning into a strong sharp momentum and falling straight towards Zhang Xiaotian.

"Jingle Bell!"

A series of dense blade strikes sounded like beads, like rain hitting plantains, dense and gathered.

"Peng!"

The red light rain exploded again.

The crowd around them only felt that their eyes were shining, and no one could see anything but a little light and rain; No one can feel anything other than the chilling energy.

"It's so strong!"

At this moment, there were no other thoughts in everyone's hearts, only these two words churning in their hearts.

That Zhang Xiaotian is going to be defeated!?

After that, such an idea came out, and everyone thought the same, including people close to Li Dahe and Zhang Chaoran.

The power of this shot, not to mention the second-level warrior of the source force, is that the fourth and fifth orders of the source force can't take it!

Just when everyone thought that the victory was decided, there was a sound in the field.

Bite~!

Among the countless red points of light, a grain of cyan light jumped out, suddenly expanded, and turned into a cyan ball of light.

Then, petals were drawn from the ball of light, and a green lotus bloomed.

It didn't seem to be fast, but it just happened to catch the oncoming spear blade.

"Wonderful!"

Li Dahe's eyes lit up and blurted out praise.

A force that is not rigid or soft, but irresistible, comes from the green lotus, goes up the blade of the gun, penetrates directly into the body of the gun, enters the meridians of the arm from the hand holding the body of the gun, and then spreads to the meridians of the whole body, that feeling is like a person who has nowhere to focus on the sea, being covered by a monstrous wave.

With the "Qinglian Sword Song", the sword momentum of the "Cloud Ethereal Sword Technique" is evolved.

Bao Xingyu above couldn't help but show admiration, he had always thought that his qualifications and talents were among the best in Meng Kedao, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him was even better than him, at least in the exploration of martial arts techniques, he sighed to himself.

This is not as simple as "one plus one equals two", to combine two completely different sword techniques into one, which involves the application of source power, the fusion of veins, and the attempt of sword momentum conversion are extremely cumbersome and complicated.

In the process of trying, you can even hurt yourself if you are not careful.

Therefore, generally only the kind of grandmaster master who has read all the sails and knows the changes in his moves can make this kind of change.

But how old is this kid!

While Bao Xingyu was amazed, a sense of pride also rose in his chest, I will not lose to him.

It's too late, it's too soon.

It's just that when the thought turned, Bao Xingyu had already removed the power of the sword power that had penetrated into his body, his body rose again, and the hand holding the gun moved slightly.

The crimson spear swelled again under the peak, and all kinds of exclamations came from all directions, this shot was beyond their imagination.

And Zhang Xiaotian in the middle of the gun felt even stronger, the red points of light and the piercing screams not only blinded his ears and eyes, but the crazy cyclone made him unable to maintain the method of shifting and changing his body, and his body was forced to sway in the cyclone, and it seemed that he had been out of order.

A shot broke through the air, and the sharp tip of the spear probed out from the red point of light, pointing straight at Zhang Xiaotian's chest.

Although Zhang Xiaotian is in danger, the long sword is too late to be withdrawn, but who said that sword moves must be made with a sword!

I saw that his left hand suddenly pointed out, and in an instant, the wind surged, the fog was filled, and there were pieces of petals floating and sinking in the fog.

Alas!

Li Dahe, who was watching the battle, couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong?" The fat man on the side was strange.

(End of chapter)