Sun Yang shouted: "Storm Sword Technique." ”

Then he raised the long knife in his hand, and a powerful momentum erupted from his body, and the cyan true qi light shone above his long knife.

Brush, brush, breaking the air, Sun Yang continued to slash in the direction of Wang Fan, although the blade was unknown, but the strong momentum, Wang Fan, who had been forced, took a few steps back, and his eyes were a little unable to open.

At this moment, Sun Yang's figure moved and quickly rushed towards Wang Fan, as fast as lightning, leaving a vague figure in the air.

The cyan light drew an arc in the air, pointing directly at Wang Fan's chest. Wang Fan listened to the sharp sound of breaking the air, and hurriedly raised the long sword in his hand to block.

With the sound of the bell, Wang Fan suddenly felt the power of this knife, and the power was extraordinary. He frowned slightly, and the arm holding the sword was sore.

At this time, Sun Yang returned another knife and slashed towards Wang Fan's waist.

Although Wang Fan's arm was numb, he didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly held the long sword and blocked again.

Dangdang, the sound of gold and iron clashing continued. Sun Yang's long knife was really like a storm, attacking Wang Fan's body violently and swiftly. Wang Fan hurriedly blocked. Every time the swords collided, the huge force of the shock made his arm sore.

In a moment, more than a dozen knives had already been slashed, and Wang Fan felt that his arm seemed to have swelled in a circle, and the tiger's mouth was in severe pain, and he could barely hold the hilt of the long sword.

Wang Fan was secretly anxious in his heart, and his body kept dodging, making him sweat. The dripping sweat had soaked through his clothes, and the "Bright Hands" that he had stuffed in his arms was a blur.

Wang Fan was overwhelmed with blocks, and on the other hand, he was secretly anxious in his heart. Sun Yang's Storm Dao method was fierce and fast, and it was really difficult to deal with, and he didn't know how to turn the tables.

Dangdang, in the blink of an eye, seven or eight slashes came over, and Wang Fan's arm was so shocked by the huge countershock force that he was almost unconscious. He knew that if he continued like this, he would definitely lose, so he had to grit his teeth secretly and shouted: "Fight." ”

After a loud roar, Wang Fan frantically operated the true qi in his body, and the full true qi appeared around his body, making his whole person look like a god of war standing in the flames, and the momentum of the whole person was extraordinary.

Sun Yang also knew that Wang Fan was going to fight against the water, so he cautiously stopped his attack, his body was like lightning, he retreated a distance of one zhang, and looked at Wang Fan vigilantly.

The powerful Wang Fan held the Ling Feng Sword high, and the golden true qi continued to pour into the long sword, and in a moment, the Ling Feng Sword was covered with a layer of brilliant golden light, and then, Wang Fan shouted again, stepped on the phantom step, and rushed towards Sun Yang.

The swift figure left an afterimage in the air, and almost instantly, Wang Fan had already approached in front of Sun Yang.

Sun Yang only saw a golden sword light, drawing an arc in the air, and then he felt a fierce wind hitting his face.

He hurriedly grasped the hilt of the long knife with both hands and raised the long knife to block.

Boom! There was a thunderous sound, and two weapons full of true qi collided together with a huge sound. Sun Yang felt a huge backlash, and the wrists of both hands were sore.

The long sword slashed downward, the long knife blocked upward, and they were frozen together, and the eyes of both of them were full of determination, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword and the hilt trembled slightly because it was too hard.

Sun Yang's legs trembled slightly because he was too hard. One couldn't support it, his body quickly took three steps back, and his face looked at Wang Fan's long sword less than two feet away from his shoulder, still gritting his teeth and holding on.

Wang Fan's face was already a little pale, he had already consumed too much strength to deal with Sun Yang's attack just now, and the stalemate of such a large consumption at this moment really made him a little unbearable.

Because he was too hard, Wang Fan's arms and shoulders were squeaking, and sweat was dripping down his face and neck, soaking through his clothes.

Finally, Wang Fan felt a dizziness in his mind, his body unconsciously took a step back, followed by a stagger, and his face was almost a piece of paper.

Sun Yang, who was also sweating profusely, felt that the pressure on the long knife suddenly decreased, and finally let out a long breath, he saw Wang Fan's obvious physical exhaustion, and secretly let out a breath in his heart, and stopped attacking, and stood in place with a smile.

Wang Fan stood in the ring for a long time with some frustration before he looked at Sun Yang with a wry smile and said, "I lost." ”

Sun Yang nodded slightly: "It's only a little worse than me, you are really a veritable master." ”

Wang Fan was a little disappointed, but he just waved his hand at Sun Yang, didn't want to say a word, and walked directly to the ring. This is the first time he has been defeated in the God of War Academy, although rationally also knows that he often fights against masters, and sooner or later he will be defeated, but when this day really comes, Wang Fan is still inevitably a little depressed.

"Hey, you've worked hard today, you can take these yuan stones to recover your strength. Sun Yang saw Wang Fan's somewhat lonely back, and said a little apologetically, after all, he was older than Wang Fan, and defeating him like this would probably have some impact on his mood temporarily.

"No need, when I cultivate further, I will come to you again to challenge, and when the time comes, you have to be ready for the two hundred yuan stone." Wang Fan turned around and smiled and said.

Sun Yang smiled when he heard this, knowing that Wang Fan was cheerful, so he no longer worried about him.

Somewhat tired, he walked out of the battlefield, and Wang Fan walked silently all the way to his room. When he returned to the house, he first drank a few large bowls of water like a whale sucking a cow, and then jumped on the bed, thinking about Sun Yang's powerful storm knife technique while taking off his sweat-soaked clothes.

The "Bright Hands" that Wang Fan had temporarily forgotten in his arms fell to the ground, and Wang Fan hurriedly picked it up, only to find that this exercise had been wet like a crumpled rag.

"Damn!" Wang Fan scolded angrily, and carefully tried to open the pages, but the soaked book was really a little fragile, and with Wang Fan's movements, a few pages were directly torn off.

"Ma Dan, the house leak happened to rain overnight!" Wang Fan wailed a little frustratedly, looking down at the exercise patterns blurred by sweat, he really had the urge to hit the wall. He threw "Bright Hands" to the place with some indignation.

When! At the moment when "Bright Hands" landed, there was a crisp sound.