readx;? The first force of the Vermilion Bird Academy was born in the controversy of turmoil and speculation, and it was the Fan Gate founded by Lu Yifan for only a month. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThis ending is beyond most people's expectations, but it is also reasonable for some people.

Although forces such as Hanmen and Chumen had long predicted that Fanmen would stand out in the end, in their expectations, even if Fanmen won in the end, Qin Qingyu would inevitably struggle to the death in the final battle. At least it won't be as easy, so easy, so unexpected as it is now.

Now that the Fan Sect can be said to have advanced easily, the strength of the Fan Sect has hardly suffered any loss in the battle for power, which also makes the first force of the other three major factions feel caught off guard for a while.

"Okay, good!" Qiu Ming slowly stood up, a pair of old eyes full of smiles looked at Qin Qingyu meaningfully, and praised again and again, "After so many years, I have finally seen the real progress of the Vermilion Bird Academy. Yumen understands the righteousness, and Qin Qingyu knows how to focus on the overall situation, which is good! It's really good! Haha......"

Seeing Qiu Ming so relieved, Zhao Yun also laughed, in fact, the most happy person in the Vermilion Bird Academy was the dean Zhao Yun, he had been waiting for a long time this day.

"In this way, this second faction battle will become even more interesting!" Qu Feng, the head of the Qinglong Academy, said with a faint smile, he was far older than the other three deans, so his competitive spirit was far less strong than the other three factions, on the contrary, Qu Feng's current mind might be closer to the old man of the Great Dean. And in the academy, it is also secretly rumored that the next dean of the Holy Soul Academy after Old Man Qiu Ming is likely to be Qu Feng, who is over 100 years old.

"Okay, then the second faction battle will start directly!" Qiu Ming seemed to be looking forward to this one, so before Qu Feng's words fell, he couldn't wait to announce the start of the second game, "The first place in last year's faction battle was the Qinglong Academy, according to the rules, this year, the Han Sect of the Qinglong Academy will take the lead in sending people to defend it!"

"Han Cheng!" After hearing Qiu Ming's words, Qu Fengdang looked towards the viewing platform of the Qinglong Academy, and at the same time, a voice with a sense of command also came out, "Now it's time for your Hanmen to perform!"

"Yes!" Han Cheng hurriedly stood up, bowed deeply in the direction where Qiu Ming and Qu Feng were, and then turned his head and whispered two orders to a Hanmen disciple on the side, and then saw the sturdy Hanmen disciple nod his head heavily, and then carried two huge copper hammers and jumped directly from the viewing platform.

"Qinglong Academy, Hanmen, Yanhu! Dare to ask the three initiates of White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Xuanwu, who dares to fight with me!" After Yan Hu got off the field, he stood in the center of the school field like an iron tower, two copper hammers the size of human heads were held by his hands, his arms were like goose wings swinging around the body, the leopard's head and tiger eyes, the tiger's back and bear's waist, a big head raised high and scanned the audience unscrupulously, a strong battle intent in his eyes shook the sky, and his face still did not change in front of tens of thousands of people, as if he had an unrivaled momentum, which made people can't help but look at this person a few points.

"This person's name is Yan Hu, the third master of Han Gate, the first fierce general under Han Cheng! He has always been known for his bravery, although his strength is not as good as that of the second master of Han Gate, but his courage after the fight is not as good as Han Cheng's self-inferior. Lu Jun whispered in Lu Yifan's ear, "Yan Hu should be the cultivation of the Eighth Transformation Soul Master, and now he is ranked eighteenth in the Holy Soul List!"

"Eight Soul Masters?" Lu Yifan narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at Yan Hu in the field, he was not in a hurry to send someone to meet him at this moment, because he wanted to see the reactions of Trumen and Yimen first, among them, Lu Yifan was particularly curious about Trumen, who had relatively little contact.

"If no one dares to face the battle within the time of half a pillar of incense, it will be regarded as a victory for the Han Gate!" Lei Tian, the dean of the Xuanwu Academy, reminded loudly, "If no one dares to face the battle within the time of a stick of incense, it will be regarded as the Han Sect winning three games, and the Qinglong Academy will automatically rank at the top of the four major factions, and it will be regarded as the first faction of the Holy Soul Academy this year!"

As soon as Lei Tian said this, in the northeast corner of the school grounds, several black-clothed guards carried up a square tripod, which was an incense burner, and a long incense with the thickness of a finger was lit in the middle.

Chu Ding sat on the chair calmly, staring at Yan Hu in the field with his eyes like a torch, looking at his steady appearance, he didn't seem to be in a hurry to send someone to meet him.

In this way, in the silence of the audience, Chumen, Fanmen, and Yimen all had their own intentions, and no one took the lead in sending people, and in the blink of an eye, nearly half of the incense had been burned, and for a while, there were inevitably bursts of restlessness and impatient shouts in the surrounding crowd.

Yan Hu stared at a pair of tiger eyes, standing steadily in the field and not in a hurry, after all, he has experienced this kind of thing many times, this time is more than patience, not only the patience of the other three parties, but also a test of Yan Hu's patience. Avoiding its edge and attacking its fatigue is also the most common trick in factional warfare.

As time passed, some of the people in the Blue Dragon Courtyard couldn't help but stand up, staring at the half-burned incense that was about to burn half, and their expressions seemed to be preparing to celebrate the victory.

"White Tiger Courtyard, Yimen, He Jun!

Just when the burning incense had been burned to the half, and the ashes were about to fall to the ground, a violent drink suddenly sounded from the stands of the White Tiger Courtyard, and then I saw a figure dressed in the robe of the White Tiger Courtyard quickly skimming over the heads of everyone, and fell into the school field like a gust of wind.

"White Tiger Courtyard?" Chu Ding glanced at He Jun, and a look of extreme disdain flashed in his eyes, "Since Liu Qing and Mu Ming both returned to the West, there has been no supreme master in the White Tiger Courtyard, and now it is a big one, and there is only one He Jun left, who can barely support the scene, it is really not worrying!"

"At the beginning, the White Tiger Courtyard sent the most powerful He Jun to the field, it seems that there is really no one available in the Yimen!" Han Cheng said with a smile, and as he spoke, he also glanced at Lu Yifan's direction with a deep meaning in his eyes, and at this moment, in Han Cheng's heart, he was actually more concerned about the movements of the Fan Gate.

"The hole cards have been revealed so quickly, it seems that in this year's faction battle, the White Tiger Courtyard is destined to be at the bottom!" Qin Qingyu leaned sideways in his chair, his eyes looking directly at He Jun faintly, and there was an indescribable look of disdain on his face.

Just when everyone was speculating, He Jun and Yan Hu on the field had already exchanged hands, I have to say that Yan Hu is indeed worthy of being a fierce general of Hanmen, although he is inferior to He Jun in terms of cultivation, but in terms of momentum, he Jun who is a nine-turn soul master is overwhelmed to death.

He Jun held a pale cyan sword, and collided with He Jun's double hammer from time to time, making a violent sound of ping-pong, but He Jun's playing style was obviously different from Yan Hu, from beginning to end Yan Hu was aggressively taking the initiative to attack, and He Jun was dexterous and free to dodge under Yan Hu's strong attack, and from time to time he found an empty door and stabbed a sword, although it could not hurt Yan Hu, but it could also affect Yan Hu's attack path and rhythm.

When ordinary people see such a battle, they can't help but shout for Yan Hu, and they always feel that He Jun's style of play is too conservative, and even has some sense of evasion and dodge, which is far less enjoyable than Yan Hu's bold moves. For a real master, he can have a clear insight into He Jun's intentions, and this way of playing to consume the opponent's soul power as much as possible while retaining his own strength is actually the wisest.

Between the lightning and flint, He Jun and Yan Hu have been going back and forth for nearly fifty rounds, and in the first fifty rounds, Yan Hu has the upper hand in both momentum and playing style, and even forced He Jun to flee in embarrassment several times, while He Jun has been in a state of dodging and defending, and has no intention of taking the initiative to attack at all. Although Yan Hu has a good momentum, in fact, his two copper hammers did not hurt He Jun at all, but under this kind of open and closed play, Yan Hu himself was tired and panting, and the soul power in his body was also rapidly passing and consuming.

After fifty rounds, the movements in Yan Hu's hands have begun to gradually slow down, and the number of attacks is far less diverse than before, and the rhythm has begun to become a little disordered, although it is not too obvious, but this flaw is big enough for the thoughtful He Jun.

"Drink!"

While Yan Hu gritted his teeth and forcibly transferred his soul power that had become empty from the dantian again, He Jun, who had been dodging, suddenly stopped his retreating figure, and lightly touched the ground with his toes, and the whole person was like a gust of willow catkins in the wind, and at the same time, a roar in his mouth also startled Yan Hu, who was engrossed in mobilizing his soul power, and at the moment when Yan Hu was in a trance, a pale cyan cold light suddenly crossed Yan Hu's eyes, and then an extremely sharp three-foot green sword suddenly broke out of the air and shot straight at Yan Hu's eyebrows, The tip of the sword, which was originally the size of a sesame seed, quickly expanded in Yan Hu's pupils, which made the frightened Yan Hu subconsciously swing the double hammer to block it in front of him.

It's a pity that Yan Hu's panic made him forget the rule that killing people is not allowed in the academy, and when he was completely subconsciously blocking the double hammer in front of him, He Jun suddenly changed his move, pressed his wrist, and then a sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, and the blue light surged, and the extremely sharp green sword stabbed into Yan Hu's right shoulder blade with an unmistakable "poof" like a meteor.

"Forehead ......"

Yan Hu, who had just put the double hammer in front of his head, suddenly felt a chill on his right shoulder, and then before he could react, a sharp pain in his heart suddenly hit his mind like a flood, which made Yan Hu cry out in pain, and then subconsciously swung the copper hammer in his left hand and smashed it fiercely in front of him.

"Bang bang bang!"

Three sounds in a row sounded one after another like a meteor catching the moon, only to see He Jun in his heart after stabbing Yan Hu with a sword, he had already expected Yan Hu's next move, so he collected the sword immediately, without dragging the mud and water, and then the tip of his toe suddenly touched the ground, the whole person turned over, and the body came to a gorgeous backflip in mid-air, when his body just jumped up, Yan Hu's copper hammer had already smashed over, He Jun took the opportunity to step heavily on the copper hammer, the copper hammer not only did not hurt He Jun, but also lent He Jun an upward force, so that He Jun's body slammed upward, and then kicked down with his right foot, and the heavy blow kicked heavily on Yan Hu's hammer.

Yan Hu's whole arm couldn't help but sink down, so that the copper hammer slipped from in front of him, and taking advantage of this vacancy, He Jun, who was in mid-air, came out with both feet and kicked on Yan Hu's chest, only to hear a dull sound, Yan Hu only felt a sudden stuffiness in his chest, and then he didn't pour it up, and a stream of sweet blood first surged up to his throat, only to hear a "poof" sound, Yan Hu spat blood and flew upside down like a kite with a broken line.

The two copper hammers fell successively in mid-air, and fell to the ground with a "bang", while Yan Hu flew upside down for more than ten meters and his body fell to the ground, and then he stared at a pair of tiger eyes full of anger and was about to struggle to stand up, but heard a "whoosh" There was a soft sound, and I saw a vague figure rush in front of him in the blink of an eye, and at the same time, an extremely sharp Yin Han Qing Sword had also been firmly placed on Yan Hu's neck, and a trace of coolness on the sharp blade made the angry Yan Hu wake up in an instant.

All this is said slowly, but in fact, from He Jun's counterattack to the clamping down of Yan Hu, it was just a respite.

"You, lost!"

He Jun's voice sounded leisurely from the audience, and this cold voice completely interrupted the noise of those who were originally cheering for Yan Hu.

For the vast majority of the officials present, He Jun's victory was too sudden, and Yan Hu's defeat was too unexpected. After all, just before the blink of an eye, Yan Hu had always had the upper hand, how could he lose so completely in the blink of an eye?

And for masters like Lu Yifan and Han Cheng, Yan Hu's defeat is not an accident, but it is still a reasonable thing, after all, Yan Hu is a strong outsider, and He Jun is pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, not to mention anything else, just look at the ranking of these two, one is ranked eighteenth on the list, and the other is tenth.

In fact, whether it is playing style or strength, He Jun is much higher than Yan Hu at a level.

"Hehe, it seems that the gap between these eight rankings is not just talking!" Liu Sandao said jokingly, "Although Yan Hu is fierce, but unfortunately he is just a reckless man, even if He Jun does not have the strength of the Nine Transformation Soul Master to deal with this kind of person, as long as he uses his brain, he can still defeat him!"

"Anyway, He Jun is the strongest person in the White Tiger Courtyard today, if he can't even win a battle, then it's too much to say!" Xie Yun said with a smile.

On the stands, Lei Tian slowly stood up and took two steps forward, staring solemnly at He Jun and Yan Hu, who was restrained by He Jun's sword, and then announced in a cold voice: "In this battle, White Tiger Courtyard, Yimen He Jun wins!"

"I'm not convinced!" Although Yan Hu was restrained by He Jun's sword, his eyes were still full of resentment, and his fists were clenched tightly, if it weren't for He Jun always being on guard, I was afraid that this Yan Hu might suddenly jump up and fight back against He Jun at any time.

"You've already lost!" Lei Tian looked at Yan Hu coldly and said lightly.

"I can still fight!" Yan Hu argued with unwilling eyes.

"If you continue to fight, you will only have a dead end!" This time, without waiting for Lei Tian to speak, Qu Feng, the dean of the Qinglong Academy, was the first to open his mouth and said, "It's not shameful to win or lose, it's shameful that you still don't admit it even if you lose!"

Seeing Qu Feng's anger, Han Cheng hurriedly got up and shouted coldly at Yan Hu: "If you don't retreat quickly, isn't it enough to lose my face from Hanmen, but also to lose the face of Qinglong Academy?"

"I ......" Although Yan Hu was reckless, he was very respectful to Han Cheng, and when he heard Han Cheng scolding him like this, Rao was unconvinced but didn't dare to argue anymore, so he could only glare at He Jun with an indifferent face indignantly, and then walked out of the school by himself with a snort.

"Now, who dares to go on the field and continue to challenge He Jun?" Lei Tian's voice once again spread throughout the audience.

"Why don't you let me try!"

This time there was no waiting like last time, just when Lei Tian's voice just fell, a hearty voice suddenly sounded from Lu Yifan's side, this voice appeared so suddenly, even Lu Yifan was startled, I saw him hurriedly turn his head, and when he saw the person who made the sound, a look of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"How could it be...... Kihara?"

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