Chapter Seventy-Four: Battle
"It's good to be young, okay, then who is here to duel with Long Xiaocang!" Lin Hexuan's mouth rose, and he turned to the onlookers and asked.
"I'm coming!" Before Lin Hexuan's words fell, a loud shout suddenly came from the crowd, and then the crowd separated, and a student in a golden robe walked out of the crowd and walked in front of Long Xiaocang, looking at Long Xiaocang with a dead gaze.
Long Xiaocang and this golden-robed student met the wrong gaze, and the air was full of fire!
"Yo, I've confirmed my eyes, okay, someone is here, please blow yourself up. Lin Hexuan chuckled lightly and said slowly.
"Huang Wouji, a freshman in the Dizi class!" Huang Wouji's movements remained unchanged, and a cold voice came.
"Hold the grass! The genius of the earth character class, the dragon cannon is finished!" Huang Wuji's voice had already aroused everyone's exclamations before it fell.
"Huang family? Lin Hexuan glanced at Huang Wuji, chuckled, glanced at Tie Qingcheng, and slowly retreated, making enough space for Long Xiaocang and the two to come out.
"Long Xiaocang, a freshman in the yellow class, please advise!"
"Wou-Ki, a freshman in the Dizi class, please advise!"
Both sides reported their classes and performed martial arts etiquette to each other, with expressions on their faces that were not afraid.
As soon as the voices of the two sides fell, they all moved at the same time! A fierce wind blew up, and the speed was dizzying.
Everyone only felt that there was a flower in front of them, a red and a blue two streamers kept colliding, it was the weapons in the hands of the two people competing with extremely fast movements, and the colored streamers were the light emitted by the weapons infused with Yuan Force attributes in the hands of the two.
In order to remove this impact, both of them coincidentally used their own tone to support the ground, constantly rubbing on the ground, splashing sparks on the ground, but did not leave a trace on the ground, I have to say that the quality of the ground of the academy is very good.
"I didn't expect your own strength to be good, but it's a pity that you met me Wou-Ki, and you will definitely lose. Huang Wuqiu stood up and said to Long Xiaocang with a look of pity.
"Hehe, where did you get the confidence?Who gave it to you!" Long Xiaocang held the spear in his hand, put one hand behind his back, slowly stood up, glanced at Huang Wuji with an arrogant expression, and asked disdainfully.
Long Xiaocang grinned, and smiled bitterly in his heart, this guy is worthy of being a student of the Dizi genius class, Long Xiaocang only felt that the left hand hidden behind him cracked, and he couldn't control the constant trembling.
"Confidence?heh, in fact, for hard-mouthed spicy chicken students like you, I usually have a way to deal with them, do you want to know?" Huang Wuji shook his head with a smile and asked in an extremely disdainful tone.
"I don't want to know, we'll not know until the end if it's spicy chicken. Long Xiaocang's eyes were extremely sharp and looked at Huang Wuji, the spear in his hand trembled, and his battle intent skyrocketed!
"Heh, the best way is to beat you. Huang Wuji ignored Long Xiaocang's words and said the answer to himself.
The eyes that were originally slightly open suddenly opened, his expression became crazy, and the long sword in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath, and its body slammed straight into the dragon cannon.
"I'm afraid you won't make it!" Long Xiaocang snorted coldly, the spear shot out like a dragon, and the tip of the spear also swooped straight at Huang Wuji with an incomparably sharp aura.
The spear in Long Xiaocang's hand collided with the sword in Huang Wouji's hand again, and sparks burst on the surface of the two weapons.
Long Xiaocang's eyes froze, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong, in addition to the terrifying power transmitted from the tip of the spear, this collision actually had an attribute that made people feel paralyzed attached to the opponent's long sword.
"It's not good, you turned out to be a thunder attribute martial artist!" Long Xiaocang's face changed, and he immediately reacted, and the spear in his hand shook suddenly, trying to break free from Huang Wuji's long sword.
"Stupid junior, has it taken so long to find out, it's too late!" Huang Wuji groaned, his face crawling with a hideous smile, and suddenly shouted: "Thunder Technique: Heavenly Thunder Descends!"
Long Xiaocang only felt that a ball of light suddenly exploded in front of him, and countless thunder snakes with teeth and claws spread out from the light cluster, and the movements around his body began to become extremely sluggish, and a feeling of paralysis spread throughout his body.
Looking at Long Xiaocang, who was paralyzed and in a sluggish state, Huang Wuji walked in with a smile, Long Xiaocang couldn't help but be anxious, could it be that I lost like this? In the future, I can only give up my cultivation and become a forger or alchemist in peace? Could it be that this book has become a bland farming text from now on?
Hey, isn't it still okay? Sure enough, the waste materials of the yellow class can't counterattack the genius students of the ground class. Everyone watched the failure of the dragon cannon who tried to keep struggling, and then from then on, the Buddha system, away from killing, everyone couldn't help but cast envious eyes.
Hey, hey, what kind of vision are you? Long Xiaocang only felt that countless envious eyes were projected, and he almost didn't slow down in one breath, no, I can't give up, I can still save myself!
Long Xiaocang took a deep breath and let out a low shout: "Spear Technique: Light Gun Drill!"
Before Long Xiaocang's words fell, the spear in his hand suddenly turned, forcibly enduring the paralysis, he jumped up suddenly, and his body followed the spear in his hand to rotate rapidly, as if a drill bit fell from the sky, wrapped in the momentum of smashing everything, and slammed into the sword in Huang Wouji's hand.
The thunder light shattered suddenly, and Huang Wuji only felt a tremor in his heart, and the long sword in his hand was suddenly knocked away, and it was slanted into the wooden stake not far away.
"It's not good," Huang Wuji's eyes shrank suddenly, and his body retreated suddenly, and the dragon cannon he was looking at was a little unclear.
The thunderbolt that lost its carrier suddenly went berserk, and the tip of the spear suddenly exploded on the tip of the dragon cannon, shaking the dragon cannon out and paralyzing it not far away, making it difficult to move.