Such a strong fighting spirit is like a hungry tiger that wants to choose people to devour.

Lin Hubiao has a tiger character in his name, and at the same time, he has the blood of a white tiger, and even his momentum can turn into a tiger shape.

His battle with Fan Lang will be a wonderful battle of dragons and tigers!

Fan Lang has never been afraid to fight, he learned a new swordsmanship halfway before, and he just took the opportunity to try it.

"Offended. Fan Lang pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the blade of the sword was about to be unsheathed at any time. A whirlwind whipped the ground and swept the sand under his feet. Behind him, a green dragon was faintly formed, making a spiraling and rising posture, opening its teeth and dancing claws, and the dragon's whiskers fluttering, competing with the fierce tiger on the opposite side.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'll try your alchemy genius's skills!" Lin Hubiao stepped on the ground, burst out with vigor, and his body rushed forward, wearing a claw fist on each fist, each fist had four sharp blades, flashing cold light, like daggers.

"Roar!"

The sound of the tiger's roar sounded, Lin Hubiao rushed to Fan Lang's approach, waved his fists continuously, and his movements were fast, right down and up, swinging out dense sharp energy, turning into a storm, and swept away towards Fan Lang.

Fan Lang drew his sword out of its sheath and stepped forward, his mind and Xuan power both exploded, forcibly tearing apart the incoming storm. In just one step, he broke the opponent's move, and he didn't even use his sword.

When he drew his sword, the attack was aimed directly at Lin Hubiao himself.

Nine Hate Swordsmanship!

The first hate, the villain is in charge.

This is Fan Lang's new swordsmanship, the focus is on a hate word, the sword moves are full of hatred, and the sword comes out with a sense of indignation and hatred.

Hatred is a power that inspires one's own hatred, which can be exerted beyond the norm and has infinite possibilities.

Fan Lang slashed out with a sword, as if the enemy had met, and with the determination to kill and then quickly, he forced Lin Hubiao on the opposite side.

In an instant, the sword light had already arrived, blooming in Lin Hubiao's eyes, suppressing his momentum and making him feel cold in his heart.

Lin Hubiao had the idea of retreating, but he didn't really retreat, but waved his fist and claws to hit hard.

Clang!

There was a metal crisp sound, and the blades of the two sides clashed together, blooming with a brilliant cold light.

Fan Lang's sword blade was indestructible, cutting off Lin Hubiao's fist gloves alive, and even injured his hands, and blood splattered out.

Lin Hubiao stepped suddenly, his body flew up, and fell ten zhang away, and then looked at his hands, the two fist gloves were scrapped, and blood was dripping down.

The two sides collided head-on, and Lin Hubiao obviously suffered a loss.

It stands to reason that this is already a winner, but he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to admit defeat.

"Roar!"

Lin Hubiao looked up to the sky and roared, stimulating the white tiger blood in his body, giving birth to white tiger hair all over his body, his hands turned into claws, fangs stretched out from his mouth, and the momentum and coercion around his body doubled.

Sou!

A white shadow rushed straight to Fan Lang and took out the posture of sacrificing his life.

Fan Lang entered the dragon hidden form, a green dragon tattoo appeared on his body, and the dragon scale sword in his hand once again displayed the Nine Hatred Sword Technique.

The second hate, God has no eyes!

It was gritted teeth again, and it was a simple sword, slashing out at Lin Hubiao.

Lin Hubiao dodged in time, avoided the sword, made a detour to Fan Lang's side, and attacked with a wave of his claws, bursting out with the power of the tiger descending the mountain. The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and the wind swept around him, like ten thousand steel knives.

Fan Lang's sword hatred lingered, and after it failed, he did not accept it, but handed it out continuously, swept through the cold light of the Dao, and chased after Lin Hubiao.

Burst!

One person, one sword, breaking through the wind.

Looking at Lin Hubiao again, there was another wound on his body.

This is the result of the mercy of his subordinates, if it is a battle of life and death, there is no matter how his life is.

Even if it is a high-level Xuan Emperor, in front of Fan Lang, he is far from being an opponent, not to mention that he, a young generation who has just crossed the threshold of Xuan Huang.

Fan Lang returned the sword into the sheath, and the fierce hatred in his body converged and dissipated without a trace.

"It's a bit of a waste to use this Nine Hate Sword Technique to learn, and you are restrained everywhere, and you can't exert your hatred. Don't fight, so be it. ”

Fan Lang's tone was a little unhappy.

Lin Hubiao looked at the wounds on his body, panting, his eyes were red, but he had nowhere to attack, so he could only restrain the blood of the white tiger, and said in a deep voice: "I lost, I am ashamed!"

Wow!

There was another commotion around!

Fan Lang is not only an alchemy genius, but also a martial arts genius, with the Xuandi realm, he easily defeated the Xuanhuang realm, and only made two moves, which seemed to be at ease.

"It was so quick to decide the winner. ”

"Is Fan Lang still human? It's just a demon! The alchemy talent is so high, and the strength is so strong!"

"He's not even twenty years old, so I really don't know how he cultivates. ”

"Yes, under normal circumstances, it is often difficult to practice martial arts and alchemy, either good at martial arts or good at alchemy, few people can have both, let alone he is so young. ”

"He can't be an Awakened One, right?"

"Possibly. Maybe he awakened the memories and powers of his previous life, so he could be so demonic. ”

There are different opinions, some people speculate wildly, and even regard Fan Lang as an awakened person.

There are very few awakened people in this world, and every one of them is a demon, such as Zhao Xiaoman, the Holy Son of Hundred Flowers, etc., all of them are awakened.

The Hundred Flowers Holy Son belongs to the half-awakened, while Zhao Xiaoman belongs to the one who is about to awaken.

Tianzong Dansheng witnessed the whole process of the battle just now, and he was even more satisfied with Fan Lang, and the smile on his face was even stronger: "My apprentice's swordsmanship is quite exquisite, and it is more than enough to be a martial arts instructor, so I will teach students to practice swords in the future!"

"Thank you, Master, for making it happen. Fan Lang smiled.

He took the first step to Yanlong Academy and successfully became a double tutor.

At this point, it should have ended, but at the end there was a change and a new wave.

"Smack, smack, slap......"

Some people applauded, and the applause was hidden in the subtlety, and the voice was exceptionally clear, resounding in everyone's ears and attracting the attention of many parties.

The person who applauded was Meng Feilei.

"Good skills, good swordsmanship. Congratulations to the dean for accepting a high apprentice, with your teaching, Fan Lang's future future is limitless. ”

Meng Feilei praised him, and then changed his words.

"It's a pity that he obviously has enough strength to make the move just now, and he didn't exert all his strength, and everyone couldn't see his limit. In the next year, I want to talk to him and find out his details, can the dean be successful?"

Meng Feilei spoke out to ask for battle!

He is not from Yanlong Academy, it stands to reason that he has nothing to do here, at best, he just sent his sister to school, but he stepped in halfway to fight Fan Lang.

Tianzong Dansheng's smile faded and said: "You are the Xuansheng realm, he is just a Xuan Emperor, the difference is too great, this kind of competition is not necessary." ”

"It's just a competition, and it's not a matter of winning or losing, the strength is strong enough to force out of Fan Lang's limit. I'm a belligerent person, and it's rare to meet an opponent who impulses me. This battle is no harm to me, to him, to Yanlong Academy, and to the audience present, so why not?" Meng Feilei did not relent.

Tianzong Dansheng hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Fan Lang in a blink of an eye, obviously wanting to see what Fan Lang himself meant.

Fan Lang replied with action.

Boom!

Dragon Scale Sword, unsheathed!