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"What is the origin of that Feng Yan?"

Offstage, Ning Yue came to Chang Xuanxuan's side. Net. The information they can get only focuses on the strength of each member of each team and the combat methods they are good at, and basically does not mention the background and background.

Chang Xuanxuan shrugged his shoulders and replied helplessly: "After the gate, his father died in the war six years ago and died under the knife of Ouyang Fei's father. It is true that there is no hatred, at that time, the two people of the previous generation stood under the command of Sima Tiansong and His Majesty today, and they fought on the battlefield, and the horse leather shroud was not the destiny of heaven. Later, Sima Tiansong was defeated, and many of his generals chose to surrender, as long as they were not ill-intentioned, they were not to blame. ”

Shaking his head and sighing, Ning Yue said: "But even if dying on the battlefield is the fate of the general, there is no hatred." But from the point of view of common sense, it is also unacceptable to be a companion with the son of the person who killed his father, right? It's just that, after all, it was Feng Yan's choice, why did Fang Huanlan react so much? ”

Chang Xuanxuan sighed: "Fang Huanlan grew up with Marshal Bei, and has been imperceptibly influenced by some old stubborn thoughts for too long. Moreover, the Feng family has some friendship with the 6 families born to Fang Huanlan. If it weren't for Feng Yan's father who was transferred from the Northern Frontier, it is likely that he would also become the righteous son of the Northern Marshal. Of course, in that case, Feng Yan would also inherit the surname of the marshal like Fang Huanlan. Actually, I still agree with Feng Yan's point of view, why should the grievances of the older generation be brought to me again? ”

"Some old stubborn? What would Marshal North think if he heard you say this? ”

"Rest assured, he's used to it. Although Marshal North is stubborn and stubborn, he is still very kind in many small things. ”

"Huh?"

On the field, Feng Yan's weird long stick dragged on the floor, smashing out a little burst of fire. He stared at Fang Huanlan, who was waiting in front of him, his eyes were slightly complicated.

Fang Huanlan didn't have such scruples and hesitations, the moment the referee made an announcement, he jumped out with his spear, slashed the gun with both arms to make a knife gesture, and slashed a touch of coldness obliquely. That momentum is not at all like a woman can have.

"Sure enough, your tricks are very similar to those of Marshal North. But blindly imitating him will only gradually lose his original nature. ”

Feng Yan sighed, picked up the long stick with one hand, and swept it very much, it was also a fierce blow, and the sound of breaking the air was very chilling.

Clang!

The spear hit the stick, and in an instant, Fang Huanlan's spear shook and sank, and above the front half of the flexible rotating spear, wisps of whirling wind suddenly appeared, and in the blink of an eye, Feng Yan's feet were wrapped heavily.

"I don't need you to say more, although I look forward to Marshal North very much, but I won't blindly imitate him!"

Boom Boom!

In an instant, the power of the wind dispersed in two, one sinking and bombarding the earth, and the other rising and shocking Feng Yan. While the strong horizontal air flow caused the floor to sink violently, Feng Yan's figure was rolled and thrown into the air, and the spear with a stab was raised and pierced diagonally.

On the tip of the spear, the edge of the sky sprinkled with sunlight, shining, and a touch of deep cold burst through.

Bite!

The spear stabbed Feng Yan in the chest. Under the ferocious blow, the void shattered and rippled layer by layer, and in the blink of an eye, it couldn't help but make people gasp. Under such an attack, how can there be any reason to survive?

But Feng Yan was fine, the long stick was re-dismantled into two with a draw, and with a stirring of the left stick, he actually blocked the spear stabbed by Fang Huanlan, and resolved all the fierce attacks less than an inch in front of his chest, and he was not injured.

He shook his head and sighed, his right stick shook a square, and he struck Fang Huanlan's spear and jumped back, landing again, and said, "In order to test my current strength, I don't need to use a killing move, right?" According to the rules of the new competition, once the opponent is killed in the arena, the whole team will be judged to lose on the spot, and the killer will be disqualified from continuing the game, and will be imprisoned according to the laws of the Empire. For someone else, this shot would have been fatal. ”

Fang Huanlan's spear leaned behind him, and he snorted coldly: "If you can't even take this shot, I can only completely misunderstand you." did not hesitate to join forces with Ouyang Fei, and that was the only strength. ”

Feng Yan re-spliced a pair of short sticks into one and replied: "You and I have known each other for many years, greetings are still temptations, there is no need, right?" This is the lower bracket match, and our goal is the same, to get back to the upper bracket. So don't keep it anymore, how much strength you have, just show it. ”

"We were all defeated by Murong Feiyun and fell, but at least, we forced her to attack as a team. And you, five people lost to her alone. This gap in strength is obvious. Could it be that you still think that you have met us and still have a chance to go back? I'll make good use of the opportunity for you. ”

With a sneer, Fang Huanlan raised her gun and came out again, and dozens of phantoms pierced through the sky.

"Shame on the snow? No, I didn't think about it. Murong Feiyun's strength is obvious to all, and there is no chance of winning against her. All we want to get back is a lost chance, a chance to get back to the upper bracket and shine again. There is only one Murong Feiyun who can't win, and the other opponents don't care about it at all. ”

Ping!

The tip of the spear at the tip of the long stick stabbed and sank into the shadows. At this moment, Fang Huanlan's spear suddenly stopped, and the phantom withered, leaving only the spear body that had been resisted.

Moreover, her spear was trembling, and she was slowly retreating under the top, and the whole person couldn't resist and slowly retreated.

"Compared to you, our advantage is that we met Murong Feiyun in the second game, and you were the last one, just yesterday. Presumably, yesterday's consumption and injuries are too late to recover, right? Ouyang Fei had already calculated, you should put the two who had never played at the front to ensure the victory in the opening game. We should send men to intercept them, and even if we are defeated, the remaining three formations will have a good chance of winning against your tired army. ”

When the words fell, Feng Yan held the five fingers of the right palm of the long stick, and a touch of earthy yellow thick streamer condensed, instantly blending into the stick and shaking it, and forcibly penetrating into the opponent's spear.

Boom!

Defeated and retreating, Fang Huanlan couldn't help but snort in pain, and a line of blood slipped down from the sleeve of her right hand. The hurried pace barely stopped until the edge of the ring. It's just that after two moves, she's already gasping for air.

Feng Yan was right, she didn't have time to recover at all, and now she only has sixty percent of her strength at her peak at most. The trick of meeting before was not a temptation at all, but a desperate game, hoping to divide the winner with one move.

However, after all, he still underestimated the strength of his opponent.

Looking at her appearance, Feng Yan shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that you have reached such a point where you are vulnerable. For the sake of the past friendships, go down by yourself and look better on your face. ”

"In the face of Murong Feiyun, I will not choose to give up. What's more, this time the opponent is you! ”

With a roar, Fang Huanlan jumped high with a kick under his feet, slashed the big gun with both arms, and slashed down with all his strength. A huge majestic phantom loomed in the air, rumbling and roaring.

This blow, with all my might.

Yue Crack Abyss!

With a twist of the long stick in his hand, Feng Yan lowered his head and stopped looking. But under his palm, the condensation of power also reached the most powerful amplitude, and he roared and swung out wantonly.

Bell –

The deafening collision sound pierced the sky, and the almost substantial ripples rippled in the void, spreading to the layers of auditoriums, causing thousands of people to raise their hands to cover their ears, and their faces were filled with pain.

The ground was trembling, the floor of the ring was cracking, and countless stone chips were flying in all directions.

However, Feng Yan, who was directly below the impact, finally stood firm, his arms supporting the long stick like a pillar stone, and he did not move.

Above him, Fang Huanlan, who was shot down in the air, trembled like a convulsion, his hands loosened, and the whole person fell softly. When it fell on the cracked floor, the spear that was used to it also fell, clanging. It seems that he is crying for the master.

With a long exhalation, Feng Yan finally lowered his hands, and a line of blood slowly slipped down between his fingers holding the long stick.

"You're better than me, but it's a pity that you can't win against me today. As for whose choice is right, after a long time, there will be results. ”

With that, he turned and walked to the audience.

At the same time, the referee announced the result.

"In the third battle, Feng Yansheng of the Thousand Aircraft Team!"

After being picked up by her companions back to the stage, Fang Huanlan, who had not fallen asleep, showed a wry smile and said softly: "I'm sorry, I can only stop here." ”

"Rest well, and me."

Ning Yue smiled and patted her on the shoulder, then resolutely turned around and stepped into the ring.

The penultimate game, it was his.

And who the opponent is, he is seven points sure in his heart.

The third game is the most important, and it is natural to send a strong member to play, however, it will not be the strongest. However, the strongest player in a team will never choose to be the last to play in this format, which will put too many opportunities on their teammates. It may even be that he has strong strength, but he has nowhere to show it.

Therefore, the person who came out of the fourth battle of the Thousand Aircraft Fleet can basically only be Ouyang Fei.

It was precisely because he expected this in advance that Ning Yue chose his own appearance. Although, according to the best strategy, you should avoid the opponent's main general. However, he would not allow himself to do that.

If even one of Murong Feiyun's subordinates can't win, what qualifications do you have to challenge that genius again.

Carrying a straight knife with a sheath, a young man who looked of medium stature slowly entered, and the temperament of the whole person was very ordinary, if it was placed in the Imperial Academy, it would only make people forget it immediately after a quick glance.

But Ning Yue understood that this was the opponent he wanted, Ouyang Fei.

"Looking at your eyes, it seems that you have already guessed that this game will be against me?"

Ouyang Fei said lightly, just like Ning Yue at the beginning, with a calm face.

Ning Yue smiled: "Not bad." As the person who was killed in the Imperial Academy selection competition, I naturally want to compete with you, an elite who can be directly sent to the new competition. Let's see how much worse you are. Or maybe I'm still above you. ”

"Actually, you only have the last sentence you want to say, right? Then come on. Anyway, the outcome is already doomed, except for Murong Feiyun, I don't think I will lose to anyone else. The reason why he appeared in the lower bracket was just bad luck and he bumped into that invincible genius too early. But you, who were also defeated by Murong Feiyun, met me again in the loser's group, and you were even more unlucky. ”

Grinning coldly, Ouyang Fei flicked the thumb of his left hand, and the blade in the sheath slightly revealed a touch of calmness.

"Victory or defeat is not determined by luck. But you have one sentence that I agree with, the outcome of this game has long been doomed. The one who wins, it won't be you, it can only be me. ”

Ning Yue also smiled, and slowly pulled out the sword on his waist, the rusty dark Xuan Ancient Sword.

Fourth, go to war.