Chapter Ninety-Two: The Night Warrior Fights

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Mu Fan got up groggily, and drank again last night, and his head hurt slightly.

The sky has already brightened, and the preparations for the war between Mu Fan and Liu Yiyi have also started today.

It's just that a few people have just been woken up, and before they have time to wash, a young man came to the thatched house.

Faces that have never been seen before, and with anger on their faces.

The purpose of coming is to give a battle order.

The goal is the night matchless.

After a few simple questions, everyone learned that this person was a member of the intermediate class.

It is also Shen Lang's class.

Ye Wushuang sneaked up on Shen Lang and seriously injured Ye Wushuang, and it has spread.

And the person who gave the battle order was not Shen Lang himself.

It is its squad leader, Fan Yue.

The bet brought is a high-grade spiritual weapon.

A big enough bet is probably to lure the night warrior into the bait.

The original behind the battle order is probably not instigated by Shen Xiangming, or this Fan Yue took the initiative and wanted to perform in front of Shen Xiangming.

Ye Wushuang is very strong, everyone has come to the door, and naturally there is no reason to retreat.

And, when he didn't have to make any bets, he actually took out the black dagger.

A superb artifact.

Just the bet also overwhelmed the other party.

It's just that the time of the competition is determined by the passive side.

And Ye Wushuang did not hesitate to decide on the night of the same day.

Fan Yue.

can be the boss of the intermediate class, and his strength has been filmed among the thousands of people on the list.

Cultivating to the realm, he has also reached the realm of the Imperial Spirit, which is one realm higher than Ye Wushuang.

But the night is unequaled, and he also has a strong self-confidence.

And Mu Fan saw that Ye Wushuang agreed, and he didn't make any remarks, just thinking about something.

Soon, night arrived.

Martial Fighting Stand.

From the foot of the mountain, the mountainside, and the top of the mountain, there are three places, each with ten martial altars.

On weekdays, only the foot of the mountain and the mountainside are open for students of different orders to compete.

And the competition between Ye Wushuang and Fan Yue was naturally set at the foot of the mountain.

Soon, a group of four people arrived at the martial arts platform.

Wudoutai occupies a large area, with a hundred feet of horizontal and vertical feet.

At this moment, it is night, but there are still many people standing on the four sides of the martial arts platform, which is enough to show the high attention of the competition.

Moreover, there are high stakes at this station, and people are naturally very interested.

When the four of them stepped onto the viewing platform, Ye Wushuang entered the arena with a few jumps.

As soon as everyone saw Ye Wushuang entering, the discussion immediately became louder.

"Who do you think will win this battle?"

"I guess it's Fan Yue, although I heard that Ye Wushuang has a special physique, but after all, he has a realm with Fan Yue. ”

"It's hard to say, although the night Wushuang is disgusting, but the night battle method is weird, and it is not good to say that it can make up for the gap in the realm. ”

"Fan Yue is ranked in the thousandth, and his foundation is strong, where is it so easy to make up for it. ”

The discussion was fierce, and at this moment, as a young man with extraordinary weapons stepped into the viewing platform, it attracted the attention of many women.

"I'll go, why is Qin Yan here too?"

Qin Mo beside Mu Fan was also stunned, but he didn't expect that this battle would also alarm Qin Yan.

As everyone's discussion became louder and louder, Mu Fan looked into the field and found that Fan Yue had already entered the field.

"If you hurt Shen Lang, do you know what will happen?!。 Fan Yue's eyes were full of cold light, and as soon as he arrived in front of Zhao Shunfeng, he asked in a deep voice.

Ye Wushuang sneered when he heard this: "I don't know what the end is, but after a while, your end will be miserable." ”

"Don't be ashamed. The meaning on Fan Yue's face was even stronger, and he squinted his eyes and said, "I will settle the account with you for hurting my subordinates!"

"Is that you???," Ye Wushuang responded coldly, and before the fight began, the two of them were already full of momentum, ushering in a round of applause.

Watching the play is naturally not a big deal, and the more intense the fight between the two people, the happier they are.

Mu Fan also thinks so!

After the two appeared, a middle-aged mentor soon came to the field, and when he saw that the two of them already had the intention of fighting, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly announced the start of the competition!

And before the tutor's voice fell, the momentum of the two suddenly opened up to the peak.

Fan Yue took the lead in moving, and a half-human-high broad-bladed giant sword was conjured up in his hand, and a powerful leap slashed at the top of the night Wushuang's head.

And Ye Wushuang's eyes froze, and he raised his hand to block it.

With a spark, the ground under Ye Wushuang's feet exploded in an instant, and a jet-black short dagger had already appeared in his hand, holding Fan Yue's giant sword alive.

"Imperial Spirit Middle Realm, you're nothing more than that!" Ye Wushuang grinned, and stabbed Fan Yue straight into the chest, as fast as thunder.

Fan Yue immediately took a few steps back, and a small opening appeared on the clothes on his body.

"You made a bet with your own weapon?" Fan Yue recognized the short dagger in Ye Wu's hands.

At the moment of the hand-to-hand fight just now, the dagger was like a living creature in Ye Wu's hands and full of power, and he knew that this was a superb spiritual weapon.

"So what, you're going to lose!" replied with a generous voice, full of confidence.

But for Fan Yue, it was a great insult.

"I'm going to make you lose badly!" he raised his sword with a roar of anger in his eyes.

Ye Wushuang did not face it head-on, and in the dark night, he was like a ghost constantly dodging, and even had a taste of banter.

Merely... Ye Wushuang looked relaxed, but there was still a lot of pressure.

There is no doubt that Fan Yue's strength is above him, so he will not be stupid enough to fight Fan Yue, but use his best speed to suppress Fan Yue.

Ye Wushuang was extremely fast, constantly moving around Fan Yue, aiming at the gap where Fan Yue attacked.

Fan Yue's use of the giant sword was already a little slower, and under the sharp and swift attack of Ye Wushuang, he had faintly lost the upper hand.

"Rush to slash!" Fan Yue, who was suppressed, was restless, and a high-level tactic was shot.

He roared angrily after forcing Ye Wushuang back with a sword, and the spiritual power on the giant sword instantly surged, and a sword swung down towards Ye Wushuang in the distance, and the sharp sword light instantly slashed out with the sound of breaking through the sky.

Ye Wushuang hurriedly twisted his body, and he was able to dodge this blow, but before he could stand firmly, several sword lights attacked.

His eyes shrank, he rolled and dodged in embarrassment, a splash of blood, and a sword was still slashed on his thigh, and blood flowed everywhere.

"Shadowshimmer. ”

Ye Wushuang frowned, condensed spiritual power and toes, and doubled his speed again, bringing out several afterimages, and after a few flashes, he came to Fan Yue and stabbed Fan Yue in the chest.

Fan Yue snorted angrily, and saw that Ye Wushuang slashed over with a backhand sword.

This sword directly hit Ye Wushuang, but Fan Yue was not excited about it, but instead shouted that it was not good.

I saw that Fan Yue's figure in the split dissipated, and it turned out to be an afterimage.

At the same time, Ye Wushuang had already appeared behind Fan Yue, and the short dagger was about to pierce Fan Yue's waist.

This blow seems to have sealed the victory.