Fu Yiran was slightly shocked, and subconsciously summoned his natal spirit beast.

It was a huge male lion, who pounced directly on Yifeng with thunder and lightning.

Yi Fengliu stretched out one arm, and a streamer of light poured out, turning into a giant eagle's light, and suddenly poured into the sword in his hand!

Seeing Yi's merry move, everyone present was stunned.

They obviously saw that Yi Fengliu had summoned their natal spirit beasts, but they could ......

Where did the spirit beast go?!

The moment the lion pounced on him, he kicked directly on the lion's head, and when he jumped, the sword in his hand was intertwined with thunder and lightning, condescending, looking at Fu Yiran with an ugly face, he suddenly slashed down with a sword!

The thunder eagle, which was intertwined with thunder and lightning, suddenly took off its sword and slashed directly at Fu Yiran behind the lion.

"What ......" Fu Yiran's eyes widened in disbelief, and before he could see the state of the Thunder Eagle clearly, the Thunder Eagle penetrated Fu Yiran's whole body in the next second!

"Ahh

A terrible scream suddenly burst out of Fu Yiran's mouth.

Thunder and lightning wrapped around his body, and his pure white clothes, which once represented a class of glory, gradually turned blackened under the thunder and lightning!

Lightning ran through every part of Fu Yiran's body, and the heart-rending pain suddenly made Fu Yiran fall to the ground, convulsing all over his body and letting out a terrible scream.

In just an instant, Zong Yue under the ring stood up from his position.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Fu Yiran, who was wailing in pain.

In the entire martial arts training ground, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Just now...... What happened? ”

"No...... I don't know...... I didn't see anything......"

"Sentimental, not ...... Is it scrapped? ”

It is well known that the mood has been abolished, but everything in front of him has made everyone unbelievable.

Fu Yiran's strength is also top-notch in the first class.

But in the hands of the merry man, he can't even hold up a move.

This is a waste?!

Yifeng looked coldly at Fu Yiran, who was wailing in pain, there was no emotion in his eyes, the outcome was decided, he turned around resolutely and walked towards the ring.

The future has passed, and it is also completely cut off today.

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Fu Yiran gritted his teeth in pain, he barely stood up, looked at the spirit of walking towards the ring, and looked at the tall back.

Like the past few years, it was like a mountain he would never be able to cross.

"Sentimental! You die! ”

Fu Yiran suddenly let out an angry roar, and directly threw a hidden weapon hidden in his waist towards Yi Fengliu!

"Old Thoughts! Be careful! Everyone in Class 9 exclaimed.

On the side of the fierce figure, the sword in his hand waved, and directly blocked the hidden weapon back!

The hidden weapon that bounced back directly hit Fu Yiran's chest.

At the moment of the hit, Fu Yiran's face changed greatly, and his body began to tremble violently, and a big gulp of white foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth......

"Bastard, that secret weapon is poisonous!" Du Hong took a look at Fu Yiran's situation and knew that Fang Cai's hidden weapon was quenched with poison.

Yifengliu frowned slightly, Fu Yiran's mouth suddenly let out a miserable scream, his body straightened and suddenly lost his strength, and he died limply in the ring.

Yi Fengliu looked at Fu Yiran, who was already out of breath, and was about to leave the ring, but Zong Yue suddenly flew into the ring and directly slammed into the unsuspecting Yi Fengliu with a palm.

"The competition is over, and you still kill people." Zong Yue snorted coldly.

"Zong Yue, you can see clearly, it's obviously Fu Yiran's hand that made the first move!" The students of Class 9 were furious.

Obviously, Fu Yiran attacked first, and his death was just a self-inflicted evil!

"If you violate the rules of the court, you must be punished!" Zong Yue's face was gloomy, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to take down Yi Fengliu.

But at the moment when Zong Yue made a move, a slender figure flew into the ring at the same time, directly protecting the injured Yi Fengliu behind him, and facing Zong Yue who was strong and reasonable.

"My disciple, who dares to move?" Liu Shaobai stood in front of Yi Fengliu, and swept over everyone present with cold eyes.