The knee joint is one of the most fragile parts of the human body, and being hit like this is still a heavy blow with a thunderbolt. Jun Yanxin felt as if his legs were broken.

It's not broken, it's painful and numb, like an electric shock.

Even, black smoke came out of the joints, as if they had just been scorched by an electric shock.

This kind of pain is simply not described by words.

Jun Yanxin has been the lord of the Red Yan Pavilion for twenty years, has experienced countless battles large and small, and has been injured many times, but there has never been an injury that can hurt into the bone marrow like this time, and the pain to the depths of the soul.

She couldn't even stand on her feet.

He raised his head and let out a hysterical cry of pain, his voice terrifyingly sharp and piercing.

She was covered in cold sweat in pain, and the green tendons on the side of her neck, the green tendons on the corners of her forehead, and even the green tendons on the back of her hands were all bulging. The expression on his face was even more painful and distorted.

Race.

It's over.

There is no suspense about victory or defeat.

Mo Yan didn't even use his sword, he just raised his leg and killed it with one blow, and in five seconds, he cleanly killed the Hongyan Pavilion Lord Jun Yanxin!

Where is this what a spectator game.

There is nothing ornamental to speak of.

It's a one-sided abuse!

Above the arena, there was silence. Everyone was stunned, especially those students and disciples, who were even more stunned, with their jaws dislocated and their eyes on their eyes.

"Good!"

Until the top of the highest seat, Yu Yingfeng took the lead in shouting, and stretched out his slap, "papapa" to applaud.

The crowd gradually came to their senses.

Then they applauded and applauded.

Joke.

The dean has all started, is there any reason not to follow along?

After the first sound.

Second, third, tenth...... The hundredth thousandth one after another.

After the disciples of the academy regained their voices, they began to talk frantically, and every word you said was like boiling water, and it was hot and hot.

"The Lord of the Rilun Pavilion is so powerful? Oh my God, one trick kills! ”

"How can you say that the master of Hongyan Pavilion is also a well-known master of the academy, and he can be ranked in the top ten in Beilan country, so he is so unbeatable? Oh, you listen to her scream, it's like killing a pig, and it hurts my eardrums. ”

"Nonsense, my knee joints are hurt like that, can you not call it."

"Tsk, after all, it's still the Lord of the Ink Pavilion who is powerful! That's a bit awesome! ”

"Hey, there is really no comparison between people, if I'm not mistaken, the Lord of the Ink Pavilion is only eighteen years old this year, look at other people's eighteen years old, and then look at our eighteen years old, just find a noodle and hang it."

"What kind of man is using noodles, you have the ability to use hemp rope."

“…… Grass convex (艹菜艹)"

"You say, the Lord of the Rilun Pavilion is so powerful, will the Rilun Pavilion be disbanded?"

"I look at the hanging, even if they win the last place, Mo Yan's position should not be deposed. At least the title of vice president will not be lost. ”

"Master, I used to think that Senior Brother Yu Wuji was the first day of the academy, and I admired him very much, from today onwards, I decided to change the object of worship, Mo Yan is the real god!"

……

After this viewing game, the attitude of Xuanwu Academy towards Mo Yan has changed dramatically.

As a result, even with the disapproval of the Rilun Pavilion, it has also faded a little.