Yang Jun, for the disciples of the Miscellaneous Service Academy, he is high, he is qualified to be proud, even if he despises all the miscellaneous disciples.

Zhan Changfeng saw him from a distance, and a sense of murderous intent appeared in his heart, which made him a little surprised, and the occupation of this body was more or less affected.

"Zhan Changfeng, you crawl over on your knees for Lao Tzu!" Yang Jun roared, giving Zhan Changfeng a slap of Ma Wei.

"Haha, it's just you, in the next life!" Zhan Changfeng sneered, and he walked over.

"Zhan Changfeng, what do you have to say, do you dare to listen to Senior Brother Yang's words?" Chen Yong pointed at Zhan Changfeng angrily and shouted.

"Get out of here, you lackey! believe it or not, Lao Tzu will abolish you first!" Zhan Changfeng's eyes were bloodshot with anger.

"You ......" was stared at by Zhan Changfeng, Chen Yong couldn't help but retreat again and again, and said in horror: "Senior Brother Yang, kill him!"

"Waste, just this virtue still dares to fake the tiger. Zhan Changfeng sneered.

"Zhan Changfeng, you are really daring, do you believe that Lao Tzu will kill you again?" Yang Jun's face was unusually ugly, and there was a strong killing intent in his eyes at the same time.

"Haha, it's useless to threaten me, if you're afraid, Lao Tzu won't come!"

"Bastard, if I don't teach you a lesson, you don't know how thick the sky is. Yang Jun was furious, jumped up, and the sword light slashed towards the battle Changfeng like a match.

"The majesty of the outer disciple is not something that you, a small miscellaneous disciple, can shake, so I will cut off your arm first as a punishment!"

The aura is agitated, the sword light is dancing, the eyes of the battle chief wind are condensed, a sword is in the air, and the thirty-six swordsmanship - the immortal guides the way!

The bodies of the two moved quickly, and the long swords collided with sparks in the air, and there were no less than a dozen fights in an instant.

"Zhan Changfeng is really terrifying!" Chen Yong watched the two fight together in equal strength, and his heart trembled.

The two of them exchanged palms between the lightning and flint, and then quickly separated, and Zhan Changfeng flew back seven or eight steps against the ground. And Yang Jun just took a step back, which shows that his skills are much stronger than Zhan Changfeng.

"Good! Yesterday you were vulnerable, but today you can escape with my sword. Yang Jun's face was unusually ugly, although he repelled Zhan Changfeng, but he found that Zhan Changfeng's palm strength was mixed with a trace of thunder and lightning, which made his five organs numb.

"Give you a chance, as long as you give me the method you can improve quickly, I can let you go!"

Zhan Changfeng calmed down the turmoil in his internal organs, and couldn't help sneering: "You have this qualification?"

"Bastard, don't think you can dodge a trick under my men, just think you can compete with me, it's ridiculous. "Yang Jun's eyes can kill.

"Others, I don't dare to say it, but you are a piece of garbage in my eyes!"

"Okay! I'll let you see, what is the gap! Cut off your limbs first, and see what you have to say!" As he spoke, a slight breeze emerged from Yang Jun's body.

"Haha, Zhan Changfeng, you are dead, Senior Brother Yang's Qingfeng Fuliu Sword Technique is a low-level combat skill of Huang Pin, and its power is more than ten times stronger than the Thirty-six Road Combat Technique, what are you going to fight with him?" Seeing Yang Jun performing his combat skills, Chen Yong said excitedly.

"Qingfeng Fuliu Sword Technique, Huang Pin Low-level Combat Technique!" Zhan Changfeng's heart sank, he had never seen a high-grade combat skill, everything was a legend, so he didn't know how powerful it was.

"Boy, don't be afraid, although the power of the Qingfeng Fuliu Sword Technique is greater than that of the Thirty-six Path Sword Technique, the ultimate power still depends on the person, such as me, even if the Thirty-Six Path Basic Sword Technique, I can defeat the Superior Sword Technique. ”

"Your comprehension of swordsmanship has now reached the high stage of Xiaocheng, he has just entered the early stage of Xiaocheng, he is not as terrifying as you imagined, you just need to master the sword heart, he is strong, he is strong, and the breeze blows the hills!"

In his mind, Xiao Jian's tender voice said.

"Thank you, little bean sprouts, I owe you a soul nourishing grass!" Zhan Changfeng's mind suddenly had some realization.

"Zhan Changfeng, give you one last chance, now say it, I can let you go?" Yang Jun was surging with murderous intent.

"I said, you're not qualified enough!" Zhan Changfeng calmed down, adjusted himself to the best state, and the thirty-six basic swordsmanship kept practicing in his mind, some like a whimsical one, and some like a stroke of genius, roaring all the way.

"Bastard! I'll cut off your limbs first, and see if you don't give in?" Yang Jun roared angrily, killing with a sword, the breeze hit his face, and the sword aura was cold.

"The thirty-six sword techniques seem to be chaotic, but in fact there is a certain connection, I will take a look at the sword techniques!" Zhan Changfeng was not afraid, although he was in the middle of the battle, he tried to fuse the sword technique.

The swordsmanship of the two of them was almost at the pinnacle, and Chen Yong, who was standing on the side, was dumbfounded, the battle between the two was no longer something he could participate in, and everyone's sword could kill him in an instant.

"Even Senior Brother Wan Yang and Senior Brother Qianmo will not be stronger than Zhan Changfeng, how can this be, I would have known that I would not have betrayed him and killed him. Watching the battle between the two, Chen Yong was so annoyed that he died.

"Senior Brother Yang, you must kill him, otherwise I won't be able to sleep well!"

Qingfeng Fuliu Sword has eighteen swordsmanship, and now Yang Jun has only learned ten moves, but it is enough to deal with miscellaneous disciples, except for top swordsmen like Wan Yang and Qianmo.

"Zhan Changfeng, don't do useless struggles, under the Qingfeng Fuliu Sword Technique, the Thirty-six Basic Sword Technique is simply funny. A sword forced Zhan Changfeng into the upper hand, and Yang Jun sneered.

"Ignorance!" all he responded to was a cold taunt from the war chief.

"Bastard, die, I'll see how long you can last!" Yang Jun was furious, the sword in his hand was ethereal, the characteristics of the wind were fickle and unpredictable, and the Qingfeng Fuliu swordsmanship was also this characteristic.

Zhan Changfeng failed to fuse swordsmanship all the way, but he just didn't give up, even if he failed, his understanding of swordsmanship became more and more profound.

Suddenly, the two swordsmanship suddenly fused successfully, and he slashed out with one sword, and the power instantly became several times stronger, and he repelled Yang Jun's Qingfeng Fuliu Sword at once.

"That's right, Fulcrum, as long as I find the guide, I can successfully fuse the thirty-six path basic sword techniques, great!"

"How is it possible, how can Zhan Changfeng's swordsmanship suddenly increase in power!" Yang Jun was forced to retreat, how ugly his face was.

However, Zhan Changfeng didn't pay attention to him, he matched the remaining thirty-four sword techniques, and soon fused two more.

"No, I have to kill him!" Yang Jun gritted his teeth, and Qingfeng Fu Liujian instantly struck again.

"Kill!" Zhan Changfeng's sword aura skyrocketed, and the peak swordsmanship was slashed out with one sword, Yang Jun felt that the whole world was changing, and he hurriedly withdrew to dodge.

"What kind of swordsmanship is Zhan Changfeng making, this is no longer the Thirty-Six Paths Basic Swordsmanship, but a low-level swordsmanship that has reached the Yellow Pin. In the face of the furious swordsmanship, Yang Jun retreated again and again while being frightened.

"How is it possible, Senior Brother Yang is at a disadvantage, and Zhan Changfeng has become even stronger!" At this time, Chen Yong's face turned pale.

"Yang Jun, don't you look down on the miscellaneous disciples? Don't you look down on the Thirty-Six Paths Basic Sword Technique? Now why are you running around like a dog. "Zhan Changfeng has already fused 24 sword techniques, and only 12 are left.

"Zhan Changfeng, don't be complacent!" Yang Jun was so angry that he vomited blood, his cultivation was one level higher than Zhan Changfeng, but his kendo comprehension was indeed much worse, there were still powerful sword moves, but now the sword moves used by Zhan Changfeng are stronger than a sword. The power of each sword has reached the power of Huang Pin's low-level combat skills.

Zhan Changfeng's sword moves became more and more mellow, and scenes of sword light appeared out of thin air, and what was even more terrifying was that the sword curtain still had the power of the thunder attribute.

"How is it possible! It's not good!" Chen Yong was so frightened that his legs weakened.

The swordsmanship of flowing water, a sword seemed to come from the nine heavens, weighing more than 10,000 jun, Yang Jun was unstoppable, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"How is it possible, how can I be injured! Zhan Changfeng, you are dead, you are a miscellaneous disciple, you actually hurt me, you hurt the outer disciples, you are dead. Yang Jun roared with a hideous face.

"The fusion of the thirty-six ways of swordsmanship has been successful, and my understanding of kendo has reached a great level. After fusing the last two swordsmanship, Zhan Changfeng said in surprise.

Not to mention the influence of his predecessor Zhan Changfeng's cultivation of swordsmanship, he has been cultivating for less than 2 days, and he has reached the current realm, which is definitely a demon.

"That's a good boy, I thought it would be a few days before he got to this point. The little sword in the sea of meaning said with satisfaction.

"His path has just begun, and I don't know where you got your joy!" the little beast disdained.

"You little bean ding, why do you always interject when I speak. The little sword roared.