Such a delicate girl was defeated directly with a sword, and she had no pity.

But the female students of the scumbag wife group were happy to see this scene, and they all cheered: "Cold, ruthless, handsome, it's just a sword immortal......"

The male students next to him were speechless for a moment.

These superficial face powders.

Why don't you learn from us, be more obsessed with Lin Beichen's swordsmanship, and be a technical fan, isn't it?

And so on and so forth.

In the end, four people remained.

They are Lin Beichen, Wu Xiaofang, Mu Xinyue and Yue Hongxiang.

The four strongest of the second year of the third college.

The final Armageddon is finally coming.

This time, the lottery ceremony attracted the attention of the entire grade at once.

In the No. 1 ring, the lottery box is placed on the black market case.

Lin Beichen and four others came to the stage to draw lots.

After the lottery is completed, each person holds his own nameplate.

Lin Beichen looked down and saw that the No. 4 nameplate in his hand was in his hand.

The other three have already held their nameplates in their hands.

The invigilator came over to check, glanced at it, and directly gave the final result of the semi-finals: "No. 1 Wu Xiaofang, against No. 4 Lin Beichen, No. 2 Mu Xinyue against No. 3 Yue Hongxiang." ”

Around the ring, there was a sound of cheering and boiling.

This result is a bit like the feeling of king to king, and back to back.

Yue Hongxiang of Class 8, although her popularity is not as high as Mu Xinyue, she is also the goddess in the minds of many students, gentle and atmospheric, exuding a classical beauty all over her body, she is very low-key on weekdays, but she has a lot of iron fans, and this time she is in the top four of the whole grade, which is definitely deserved.

The duel between the two goddesses is definitely eye-catching.

However, between Lin Beichen and Wu Xiaofang, because of the continuous accumulation of grudges since the entire big competition, coupled with the wonderful story of Lin Beichen's prodigal son's miraculous rise, the attraction of the duel is even more attractive to the students than the battle between the two goddesses.

"In the first competition, Wu Xiaofang fought against Lin Beichen, and the warring parties were invited to join the battle. ”

Ding Sanshi, who was the invigilator of the examination, said loudly.

The atmosphere was ignited in an instant.

"Senior Brother Wu, come on, beat the loser. ”

"Lin Jianxian, continue your myth, I am starting to support you now. ”

"Senior Brother Xiaofang, you must not lose to that notorious crane tail loser. ”

Wu Xiaofang stepped into the ring step by step, and when he heard this, he couldn't help but scold in his heart, which bastard with a hole in his brain is this, can he speak, what is it called must not, Lao Tzu will definitely not lose, right?

Lin Beichen also stepped into the ring.

The two stood ten meters apart and stood facing each other.

"This moment has finally come. ”

Wu Xiaofang sneered, stared at Lin Beichen, and said, "Although it feels good to destroy your classmates, how can it compare to knocking you down and humiliating you in front of so many classmates? Lin Beichen, are you garbage ready to be ravaged?"

Lin Beichen slowly drew the long sword at his waist.

"This sentence is also what I want to ask you, are you ready to face the nightmare?"

He took his sword and slowly stepped forward.

Xuan Qi is stirred in the body.

The long black hair dances in the sun, and every strand of hair seems to be flowing with intoxicating brilliance.

"Ahhhh ”

Under the ring, the screams of dozens of female trainees rang out.

I have to admit that in the entire Third Academy, purely in terms of appearance, in front of Lin Beichen, there is indeed no one who can resist the fight, Wu Xiaofang, a white and handsome little handsome guy, in front of Lin Beichen, there is no scum left.

Before this competition, unconsciously, there were gradually people who began to support Lin Beichen.

Seeing that in the ring, Lin Beichen's momentum was full, and there was also a cheering sound below.

Wu Xiaofang's eyes flashed with a sharp haze.

He also poked out the long sword at his waist.

The blade of the sword is as bright as autumn water, reflecting a dazzling light in the sun.

This sword is called [Tracer].

It's a sword.

A sharp weapon for sharpening iron like clay.

He prepared it especially for this big competition.

In the previous battle, he had never drawn his sword out of its sheath, for the sake of this moment.

He wants to use this sword to defeat Lin Beichen in the ring, under the watchful eyes of all the students and teachers, and completely strangle the myth of the so-called rise of this loser.

"Shall I pierce your leg first, or will I pierce your arm first?"

Wu Xiaofang stepped forward slowly, his steps getting faster and faster.

The whole person, suddenly running.

The speed changes suddenly, like an arrow off the string.

Lin Beichen also accelerated instantly.

Basic swordsmanship close-quarters triple first style -

Suddenly!

The body and the sword are combined.

The sword light flickered, and the man and the sword collided, like a streamer.

"Give me defeat. ”

Wu Xiaofang drank loudly.

The sharp sword in his hand stabbed out.

Woooo

Seven blurred sword shadows burst out in an instant, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

The heavy sword shadow, the cold air, seemed to be a silver python that suddenly burst out, opening its huge mouth, as if it was about to devour Lin Beichen in an instant.

This scene made Ding Sanshi, a swordsmanship instructor, instantly shake his heart.

Not good.

Not basic swordsmanship.

It's the [Seven Illusion Sword of the Han Python]!

True one-star sword skills.

This Wu Xiaofang has already mastered the nine-rank sword technique that surpasses the basic swordsmanship?

Martial arts skills, once they have a star, are far more powerful than basic martial arts.

From low to high, they are one to nine stars.

What is the result of using the Star Sword Skill against the derivative skill of the Basic Sword Technique?

Defeat is assured.

Ding Sanshi's heart couldn't help but hang in an instant.

On the viewing platform.

Chu Chen, the head of the grade, also jumped up.

Wu Xiaofang's display of sword skills beyond basic swordsmanship was originally a thing that should be happy, after all, his student had come out, but at this moment, what Chu Zhen cared about was whether Lin Beichen could retreat under this sword and whether he would be injured!

Bite!

A slight metallic symphony.

A severed sword flew into the air.

Figures are staggered.

One-touch to part.

The shadow of the Han Python sword vanished.

Lin Beichen looked at the sword in his hand in surprise.

Only half of it remains.

"Damn. ”

"This is the family heirloom sword of Wang Zhong's dog?"

"Break at the touch of a button?"

"This sword is just like that dog thing, it's unreliable. ”

Lin Beichen's heart was numb.

Opposite side.

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

"Hehe, trash, aren't you very arrogant? Now that your broken sword is broken, how can you fight me?"

In fact, his heart was also shocked.

In his own hands, it is the [tracer sword] that sharpens iron like clay.

What he just performed was a one-star sword skill [Han Python Seven Illusion Sword].

As soon as he made a move, he used his strongest means.

In order to seriously injure Lin Beichen in an instant, shock the audience, achieve the best visual effect, and take back his own glory.

However, it was only a broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand?

Moreover, the terrifying force of the shock just now made him almost fly out of his long sword.

This little bastard, his strength, is so strong?

Wu Xiaofang's heart began to be vigilant.

He used his footwork and once again cast the [Seven Illusion Sword of the Cold Python].

Cold light.

Straight roll Lin Beichen.

Lin Beichen did not flinch.

Because his intuition told him that if he retreated, he would lose.

When the narrow road meets, the brave wins.

The hand broke the sword and stabbed out with no relent.

Suddenly!

[Basic Swordsmanship Close Quarter-Quarters Triple Performance] is performed again.

Ding!

A crisp metal crash sounded.

Two or three clusters of sparks sputter in the air.

Break the sword and fly again.

"Hahaha, now that you have only a bare hilt in your hand, how can you fight me?"

Wu Xiaofang laughed.

The broken sword in Lin Beichen's hand was directly cut into a sword hilt.

Now......

Damn, this is going to kneel.

Lin Beichen was a little speechless.

All of his abilities are on this sword.

Without a sword, it is equivalent to a keyboard warrior without a computer, how can this be played?

"Trash, today, you are destined to be trampled under my feet. ”

Wu Xiaofang laughed: "Don't you really want to avenge those wastes in Class 9, haha, it's a pity, your fate will be worse than them." ”

That's when —

"Boy, take the sword. ”

The invigilator taught Ding Sanshi, and with an expressionless face, he untied the long sword at his waist and threw it at Lin Beichen.

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