Thinking like this, Xueluo didn't take Fenlong in his eyes at all.

What's more, he is just a pure martial artist, and he can't join his own eyes.

However, as soon as Fenlong entered the field, without warning, at the beginning of the competition, several small short knives flew towards the snowfall.

The man who competed before, which one didn't let himself do it first, but this man had already attacked him at the beginning of the competition and caught himself off guard.

Because she had no martial arts foundation, Xueluo didn't have time to condense her spiritual power to react, and these short knives that flew at great speed stabbed her body, spilling out a little bit of bright red blood, staining her blue gauze skirt, which was extremely enchanting.

There are disciples at the bottom who are uneven: "The pure martial arts department is really rude, and they don't know how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade at all." ”

"It's no wonder they're just a bunch of rude warriors."

"Yes."

Xueluo glanced at Fenlong disdainfully, thinking that he probably knew that he couldn't beat him at all, so he was so anxious to preemptively strike.

It's a pity that even so, he can't beat himself.

Xueluo condensed her spiritual power and planned to seal her wound with ice first. But Fenlong didn't seem to give her a chance to breathe at all, his snow-white figure flew out like a sharp blade, he performed light skills, and the knife in his hand was already out of the sheath.

Snowfall instinctively sensed danger in his emotionless eyes and cold countenance.

He was decisive and did not hesitate at all.

And his speed is extremely fast, the snow falling is not as good as condensing spiritual power, and at this moment, she can only quickly turn the gem on the necklace.

An icy winter aura emanated from the gem, and the wounds on her body were frozen by the cold breath.

The surging winter breath began to spread from Xue Luo's body, and the sword eyebrows of the dragon furrowed slightly, and his light figure flashed back, avoiding the surging and spreading winter breath.

If ordinary people come into contact with this cold winter breath, they will soon be frozen.

A sneer appeared on Xue Luo's lips, and the eyes that looked at Fen Long were also contemptuous.

Fenlong had already lost in her eyes at this time.

With the surging winter breath, the snow fell and forced Fenlong back, and the next moment, her body began to condense spiritual power, and several huge ice blocks condensed from mid-air, and Fenlong smashed it.

Fenlong stared in the direction in which the ice cubes had fallen, and saw that the ice cubes were about to fall on him.

Everyone decided that he was bound to lose.

Shen Qing'er looked at the ice cube that was thrown at him worriedly, although she also thought that Bianlong was unavoidable, but she couldn't help but shout in her heart for Bianlong to avoid.

To everyone's surprise, when the ice cube was about to hit him, his body nimbly avoided the huge ice cube, and the ice cube passed by him, and many people sweated for him.

Then, with a light effort, he stepped on the ground, and his body flew upwards, and he nimbly dodged the ice that continued to fall, and stepped on one of the ice cubes, and continued to fly, avoiding all the ice cubes.

I have to admit that Fenlong's light work is very good.

Many of the disciples of the Pure Martial Arts Department looked at Bianlong's eyes and their eyes lit up.

Shen Qing'er's mouth unconsciously opened a smile.

I didn't expect her Fenlong to be so powerful.

Even if she loses in the end, she will never forget his handsome scene.

But I have to admit that seeing his strength, she suddenly had a trace of expectation in her heart.

Expect Fenlong to win this competition.

Although she knew that such a chance was slim, she couldn't help but look forward to it.