An Ran patted Fang Qing's hand, "Fourth Senior Sister, you should also stand back, I will be fine." ”

As he spoke, he whispered at the root of Fang Qing's ear, "I just learned a trick that works very well, and it's enough to deal with him." ”

Fang Qinghu glanced at An Ran suspiciously, but still retreated with no peace of mind.

An Ran walked to the opposite side of Wang Hao lightly, holding the sword in one hand and standing still.

"Come on, I'll let you know today what a gap is." Wang Hao said, and hooked his finger at An Ran defiantly.

He dignified a third-level swordsman against a small first-level swordsman, isn't that still hand-to-hand?

Wang Hao wasn't even ready to draw his sword yet.

Everyone seems to have seen the results of this competition, but they just don't know how badly An Ran will be beaten by Wang Hao.

Fang Qing, who was watching the battle next to her, squinted nervously, and she couldn't bear to look at it.

An Ran smiled lightly, suddenly exerted force under his feet, and quickly rushed towards Wang Hao, ignoring his sarcastic words at all.

At the same time, he raised the sword in his hand with one hand, and the strength of his body condensed a little, and with a movement of his wrist, the whole long sword suddenly struck straight towards the sword in Wang Hao's hand with a fierce momentum.

"Make no mistake! Straight up and hard? ”

There was a burst of exclamations from the fellow disciples who were watching the battle.

Seeing the ferocity of this sword, Wang Hao cursed secretly, and hurriedly stepped aside to avoid An Ran's violent impact.

As soon as he let him do this, the shot he was originally preparing was naturally interrupted.

It was such a momentary delay, and under An Ran's rapid sprint, the distance between the two had quickly narrowed.

An Ran's sword was still domineering and pointed directly at Wang Hao's sword, as if it was bound to be on a par with him.

Wang Hao no longer dodged, directly raised his sword vigorously, and brazenly met An Ran's attack.

"Bang, clang", two sounds in a row. The two swords were already entangled.

An Ran held the sword in one hand, but the other hand was not idle.

A small pebble flew out of the other hand and hit Wang Hao's sword hand fiercely.

Wang Hao's right hand froze, and it was such a moment.

An Ran's grappling hand had already grabbed his right wrist holding the sword, and his fingers pinched his softest tendon fiercely.

With a hard flip, Wang Hao's hand holding the sword couldn't help but let go in pain, and with a "click", the weapon fell to the ground.

There was an uproar among the people around.

Weapons on the ground!

What a concept that! The person who cultivates the sword is like the person.

The sword can't be saved, so can it still be fought?

But An Ran didn't give him a chance to beg for mercy.

She also directly shook off the iron sword in her hand, and then her exquisite and skillful fighting skills were instantly displayed.

Before Wang Hao could figure out what was going on, An Ran's fists had already hit him one after another.

Being close to An Ran, a former master of external martial arts, what does that mean!

It's a pity that Wang Hao didn't know the consequences of being close to her, and was still thinking about how to pick up his sword and fight back.

An Ran quickly changed his body, and the steps under his feet avoided a counterattack from Wang Hao in a lost way.

She dodged directly in front of him, clenched her fists with her ten fingers, and used the fighting energy in this body to aim at Wang Hao's chest, and suddenly accelerated her blow, hitting him the chest.

"Humph!"

With a muffled snort, Wang Hao's whole person seemed to have lost his center of gravity, and his body was directly hit by the impact of An Ran's blow and flew backwards. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------