The stage was calm.

The forbidden army and the formation division on the side of the stage began to sweat profusely to repair the large array that was broken again.

When all the dust and mist cleared, everyone looked at the rubble scattered around the two brothers in astonishment.

After being slashed with a sword, the edge of the original crack was blown into pieces by the wind.

Is this the wind or the knife?

This is not the style they know!

"This ...... What kind of wind is this......" Zhao Guang said in a daze.

"Hawkers," Ying hugged the moon and smiled, "As the saying goes, the spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the wind is also very powerful." ”

Listening to this woman, I could never think of what she could say......

Zhao Guang was dumbfounded, and looking at the girl next to him who didn't seem to be surprised, he spoke, "You seem to have seen such a wind magic sword?" ”

She'd seen a more powerful wind sword than that.

Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "In this world, there are always mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. ”

"Yes," Zhao Guang responded, and the next moment he saw that no one on the high platform had fallen, but the two teenagers who were standing opposite each other frowned.

"This should be the end of the fight, right? Now what's going on? Who won the hell? ”

Who won the hell?

Everyone in the audience was asking this question.

The storm was too violent just now and people didn't see anything clearly, but now that the dust finally cleared and they could see the figures on the stage, both of them stood straight, and there was no change from before the battle.

Chen Zichu and Chen Zihan stood opposite each other, both holding their own swords in their hands, and time seemed to freeze.

"Is it because there is no winner or loser?"

An examiner muttered on the examiner's platform.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yuanyuan heard the young man next to him speak, "No." ”

Ji Jiashu quietly stared at his friends on the stage, and said softly, "The outcome has been decided." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan followed his gaze, and the next moment his pupils shrank.

"It seems that Chen Zihan has completely digested what you said to him before," Zhao Guang looked at the young man on the high platform and spoke quietly.

(Later anti-theft)

The stage was calm.

The forbidden army and the formation division on the side of the stage were sweating profusely to repair the large array that was broken again.

When all the dust and mist cleared, everyone looked at the rubble scattered around the two brothers in astonishment.

After being slashed with a sword, the edge of the original crack was blown into pieces by the wind.

Is this the wind or the knife?

This is not the style they know!

"This ...... What kind of wind is this......" Zhao Guang said in a daze.

"Hawkers," Ying hugged the moon and smiled, "As the saying goes, the spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the wind is also very powerful." ”

Listening to this woman, I could never think of what she could say......

Zhao Guang was dumbfounded, and looking at the girl next to him who didn't seem to be surprised, he spoke, "You seem to have seen such a wind magic sword?" ”

She'd seen a more powerful wind sword than that.

Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "In this world, there are always mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. ”

"Yes," Zhao Guang responded, and the next moment he saw that no one on the high platform had fallen, but the two teenagers who were standing opposite each other frowned.

"This should be the end of the fight, right? Now what's going on? Who won the hell? ”

Who won the hell?

Everyone in the audience was asking this question.

The storm was too violent just now and people didn't see anything clearly, but now that the dust finally cleared and they could see the figures on the stage, both of them stood straight, and there was no change from before the battle.

Chen Zichu and Chen Zihan stood opposite each other, both holding their own swords in their hands, and time seemed to freeze.

"Is it because there is no winner or loser?"

An examiner muttered on the examiner's platform. The stage was calm.

The forbidden army and the formation division on the side of the stage were sweating profusely to repair the large array that was broken again.

When all the dust and mist cleared, everyone looked at the rubble scattered around the two brothers in astonishment.

After being slashed with a sword, the edge of the original crack was blown into pieces by the wind.

Is this the wind or the knife?

This is not the style they know!

"This ...... What kind of wind is this......" Zhao Guang said in a daze.

"Hawkers," Ying hugged the moon and smiled, "As the saying goes, the spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the wind is also very powerful." ”

Listening to this woman, I could never think of what she could say......

Zhao Guang was dumbfounded, and looking at the girl next to him who didn't seem to be surprised, he spoke, "You seem to have seen such a wind magic sword?" ”

She'd seen a more powerful wind sword than that.

Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "In this world, there are always mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. ”

"Yes," Zhao Guang responded, and the next moment he saw that no one on the high platform had fallen, but the two teenagers who were standing opposite each other frowned.

"This should be the end of the fight, right? Now what's going on? Who won the hell? ”

Who won the hell?

Everyone in the audience was asking this question.

The storm was too violent just now and people didn't see anything clearly, but now that the dust finally cleared and they could see the figures on the stage, both of them stood straight, and there was no change from before the battle.

Chen Zichu and Chen Zihan stood opposite each other, both holding their own swords in their hands, and time seemed to freeze.

"Is it because there is no winner or loser?"

An examiner muttered on the examiner's platform.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yuanyuan heard the young man next to him speak, "No." ”

Ji Jiashu quietly stared at his friends on the stage, and said softly, "The outcome has been decided." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan followed his gaze, and the next moment his pupils shrank.

"It seems that Chen Zihan has completely digested what you said to him before," Zhao Guang looked at the young man on the high platform and spoke quietly. The stage was calm.

The forbidden army and the formation division on the side of the stage were sweating profusely to repair the large array that was broken again.

When all the dust and mist cleared, everyone looked at the rubble scattered around the two brothers in astonishment.

After being slashed with a sword, the edge of the original crack was blown into pieces by the wind.

Is this the wind or the knife?

This is not the style they know!

"This ...... What kind of wind is this......" Zhao Guang said in a daze.

"Hawkers," Ying hugged the moon and smiled, "As the saying goes, the spring breeze in February is like scissors, and the wind is also very powerful." ”

Listening to this woman, I could never think of what she could say......

Zhao Guang was dumbfounded, and looking at the girl next to him who didn't seem to be surprised, he spoke, "You seem to have seen such a wind magic sword?" ”

She'd seen a more powerful wind sword than that.

Ying Baoyue smiled and said, "In this world, there are always mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people. ”

"Yes," Zhao Guang responded, and the next moment he saw that no one on the high platform had fallen, but the two teenagers who were standing opposite each other frowned.

"This should be the end of the fight, right? Now what's going on? Who won the hell? ”

Who won the hell?

Everyone in the audience was asking this question.

The storm was too violent just now and people didn't see anything clearly, but now that the dust finally cleared and they could see the figures on the stage, both of them stood straight, and there was no change from before the battle.

Chen Zichu and Chen Zihan stood opposite each other, both holding their own swords in their hands, and time seemed to freeze.

"Is it because there is no winner or loser?"

An examiner muttered on the examiner's platform.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yuanyuan heard the young man next to him speak, "No." ”

Ji Jiashu quietly stared at his friends on the stage, and said softly, "The outcome has been decided." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan followed his gaze, and the next moment his pupils shrank.

"It seems that Chen Zihan has completely digested what you said to him before," Zhao Guang looked at the young man on the high platform and spoke quietly.

However, at this moment, Jiang Yuanyuan heard the young man next to him speak, "No." ”

Ji Jiashu quietly stared at his friends on the stage, and said softly, "The outcome has been decided." ”

Jiang Yuanyuan followed his gaze, and the next moment his pupils shrank.

"It seems that Chen Zihan has completely digested what you said to him before," Zhao Guang looked at the young man on the high platform and spoke quietly.