Luo Han saw that he couldn't die well, so he glanced at Tang Mei'er angrily, and when it came to talking nonsense, this mouth was really not a fuel-efficient lamp. Bayi Chinese Network ?(一)?.

But it's not that I'm afraid of anything, when trouble comes, step back.

He said secretly, "I want to apologize because I don't think you should lose too ugly, if you think I won by luck, then you are very wrong, this time you lost convincingly." ”

After thinking about it, he pushed Tang Mei'er away, carrying her hands behind her back, and the hem of her robe spread lightly in the wind, showing the demeanor of a grandmaster.

When Wang Yantong saw it, he was even more angry, "Is this looking down on people? I will make you pay the price immediately." ”

While running, the aura around his body was swirling, glowing with an earthy yellow shimmer, condensing a pair of armor, wrapping him tightly, last time there was indeed a careless factor, and even the talisman earth armor was not used.

At the same time, the fingertips quietly sealed, the long knife in his hand shook, the cold light soared, and the several meters long knife slashed down angrily.

Luo Han knew that if he wanted to fight, he should be convinced, let him know the gap, otherwise there would be no trouble in the future.

He turned slightly sideways, slapped his palm in the air, and swung his sword away, lightly dissolving the massive blow.

Wang Yantong was shocked, he didn't avoid it?

Although this knife was a feint, it also used eighty percent of his strength, and it was directly ignored, and the killing move prepared in secret was useless, it was a ground stab arranged on the way back.

It is said that he grasped the time just right, and the direction was also calculated extremely accurately, as long as the opponent dodged, he would definitely fall into the trap and let him slaughter step by step.

But it's too late to say anything now, he hasn't reached the realm of retracting freely, and the ground thorns are breaking out of the ground one by one.

Luo Han looked around, and instantly understood, he smiled indifferently, "This can't be done, why can't I do it." ”

Wang Yantong felt that he had suffered a great humiliation, and his strategy had been exposed before he succeeded, and he was as embarrassed as if the conspiracy had been exposed in person, and he slapped him in the face hotly.

He stepped on it heavily, and the ground fluctuated like a wave, turning his knife into a horizontal grip, and taking advantage of the momentum to slash away.

This style is the foundation of his foundation in the trial hall, once it is used, no one in the same product can stabilize his body, and he has repeatedly performed miraculous feats in group battles.

But the result was unexpected, and the long figure stood in the center of the earth waves, standing still like a mountain.

How did he know that in terms of perception and control of the power of the earth, perhaps he was far from being an opponent.

Luo Han saw the opportunity, raised his hand to lightly support the blade, and the offensive was slow. He flipped his palm suddenly, pinched the blade directly, and no matter how hard the other party tried, it was difficult to advance an inch.

Wang Yantong's face was pale, at this time he was holding a knife in both hands, in a dilemma, letting go is equivalent to swallowing the shame of abandoning the knife, otherwise he would not be able to break free from the 'iron tongs'.

Luo Han still smiled lightly, "Do you still have a trick? ”

After saying that, his breath skyrocketed, approaching the peak of the divine realm, and the power of his physical body surged.

He broke it with force, and the long knife snapped in response, and he threw away the broken blade casually, and printed it with one palm.

The other party didn't react, the palm wind swept against his cheeks, the armor on his shoulders was shattered, and his bundled head was scattered, and he was extremely embarrassed.

In the meantime, his other hand was always behind his back, which was an alternative arrogance, revealing a different kind of coldness.

Tang Meier was deeply touched again, and regardless of the obvious difference in strength, this calmness and bearing alone were like talking and laughing in ashes.

She couldn't help but cheer, "Junior brother, play beautifully!"

Wang Yantong was furious, he was here to find a scene, he wanted to have a beautiful woman in the better, just in front of her to frustrate this kid's spirit, by the way, he will rise again, maybe he will be able to win favor.

But now the difference is more than 108,000 miles, he feels like a clown jumping off the beam, being toyed with between applause, and losing face in front of the beauty.

Until now, he didn't know that his strength was not at the same level as the other party, but all kinds of humiliation overlapped into burning anger, and his mind was completely occupied by resentment.

His face was red, his eyes were bloodshot, he was panting heavily, and he roared in his heart, "boy, I'm going to kill you!"

The remnant blade in his hand swung directly to his chest, this slash was full of endless anger, and he swung out twelve points of strength, and there was a cold light at the broken place, as fast as lightning.

Tang Mei'er exclaimed, "Be careful!"

Luo Han thinks that this is enough to make the other party admit defeat, and he doesn't want to suddenly kill him.

There was a sound of gold and iron, and I saw that the clothes on his chest were torn, and there was a shallow mark below, faintly oozing blood.

Wang Yantong stood stunned on the spot, he looked at the scar, his face was incredulous, and a deep despair surged in his heart, he didn't even have the qualifications to kill the other party.

Luo Han was furious, "I tolerate everywhere, and I will fight back only when you have exhausted your means, and you will be more merciful, how can you be so vicious?"

With a palm print of his backhand, the armor around his body was shattered, scattered and scattered, and with another palm swing, he directly slapped the person to the ground.

Wang Yantong has the middle palm of his right arm, the joint is reversed, and the ulna pierces through the elbow and pierces under the ribs, a piece of flesh and blood is blurred, which is extremely terrifying.

Tang Mei'er had seen such a scene, and she was so frightened that she quickly turned her back and didn't dare to look at it again.

At this time, Xiaobai was being chased up and down, and the yard was so big, it stepped on Wang Yantong's head.

Zhao Linghuan deliberately squatted down to take a look, and shook his head again and again, "Tut-tut, it's so miserable, you deserve it!"

Wang Yantong was lying on the ground, all thoughts were lost, and the pain of ** was not at all one ten-thousandth of the pain in his heart.

He tilted his head, just to see the slender ** looming under the cheongsam, a few peach blossoms, so dazzling, a wisp of breeze blowing, white and naked, extremely enchanting under the sun.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood and sighed, "Woe to the water!"

When Tang Mei'er heard this, she turned around and glared, "What did you say? What does it have to do with me that you have taken humiliation on yourself?"

Luo Han glanced at him and said coldly, "Your legs are not injured, you can walk by yourself, don't leave here to dirty my yard." ”

He didn't feel any guilt about this person, just now, if he hadn't hastily mobilized the strength of his body to resist, he was afraid that he would have been injured and fell to the ground.

In the land of the academy, how can he poison his hands and want to kill because of his own selfish anger, and his heart should be punished.

Wang Yantong supported himself with one arm, got up with difficulty, dragged his heavy steps, and staggered outward.

Luo Han flew up with two feet, and two severed blades shot out and landed outside the courtyard gate.

He said, "Take your guy, I'm not going to welcome you here." ”

Wang Yantong's back was stunned, his body trembled violently, and he didn't know whether it was because of shame, shame, or the pain of the injury.

He didn't say a word, and continued to walk out, walked over to the broken blade, and bent down to pick it up.

Luo Leng watched from the sidelines, waved one arm, slammed twice, and the courtyard door was closed.

Then he turned around and saw Tang Meier looking at herself in astonishment, and said with a smile, "What's the matter?

Tang Meier was startled, a little in a trance, "No, no ......"

In fact, his final performance frightened, and at that moment, he was like a different person.

Luo Han sensed that something was wrong and shouted, "Linghuan, come and see your sister, what's wrong?"

Zhao Linghuan was about to pounce, but when he heard the words, he slowed down a little, pounced, and was dodged by Xiaobai.

She said unhappily, "It's all your fault, and she didn't catch it, what else can she do, she is a nymphomaniac!"

Tang Meier completely came back to her senses, she decided to re-examine this junior brother, who seemed to be approachable, and smiled as warm as the sun, but once she was angry, she had a kind of majesty that people did not dare to offend.

She now has a feeling that the young man in front of her is like the sea, vast and mysterious, and in him, he must have experienced a past that ordinary people dare not imagine.

Luo Han was stared at straight, and his gaze seemed to penetrate people's hearts, wanting to peel off his 'coat' layer by layer, revealing the secrets hidden underneath.

He was secretly frightened, is this woman's sense of smell so sensitive?

Tang Mei'er smiled, and suddenly pounced, her mouth was coquettish, "Come, let my sister take a look at the wound." ”

Luo Han hurriedly dodged and fled, "That...... When the tea is cold, I'll go make another pot. ”

(End of chapter)