"Fifteen minutes!"

"Still spraying ......"

"Is the Aizen Sect a watering can essence?"

The little pony pinched for a while, and suddenly admired the Blue Dye Sect a little.

Zhao Xingqiao was mostly silent, and occasionally in order to promote the spurt of the Blue Dyeing Sect, he would deliberately reply a few sentences.

Yang Jinguang listened to it for a while, but he couldn't listen to it anymore, the Blue Dye Sect boasted that he was already the first person in the world in fifty years, and if he continued to blow it, he was afraid that he would swell in place.

This Tianjiao hurriedly shouted: "Brother Lan, retreat first, let me end this battle." ”

The Blue Dye Sect still refused to give up, and sprayed Zhao Xingqiao dozens of words, and dragged on for another three and a half minutes, and then he ended up stupidly.

The people who were able to participate in the martial arts exchange classes for international prospective college students were all geniuses of their respective high schools, and they were somewhat arrogant.

The Blue Dye Sect touted Yang Jinguang so publicly, which suddenly made people feel a little disdainful, that is, the status of the nineteenth young man of the Lan family is extraordinary, if this is a student with a slightly inferior background, I am afraid that a few unsightly hats will be buckled on his head.

Yang Jinguang was really a little annoyed.

Yang Jinguang had always been reluctant to use some taboo secret methods before, but at this time, for the sake of face, he couldn't care about it anymore, and the shot was a three-point electric finger killing move.

"Three-point wave flow Wanshigong!"

Yang Jinguang's spirit, and even his momentum, were all raised, reaching the peak of intensity.

Zhao Xingqiao's body moved, and he noticed that Yang Jinguang's speed had also improved, and he just restrained her light skills.

Yang Jinguang shouted expressionlessly: "Hard pick-up!"

Zhao Xingqiao made a move of Qinglian floating incense, and the sword pointed at the electricity.

The two sides fought fast, and between the lightning and flint, Yang Jinguang pointed out Zhao Xingqiao's sword style and stabbed Zhao Xingqiao's shoulder.

Yang Jinguang's blow showed no mercy to his subordinates, and immediately knocked Zhao Xingqiao away.

Ma Qiangang's eyes immediately turned red, he looked at his iron buddy, he couldn't lift one arm, he couldn't bear it anymore, and was about to rush out, Yang Jinguang made a comeback second move.

"Flying gold and jade electricity is endless!"

At this time, even if Ma Qiangang took out the pneumatic gun and threw it out, it was too late, so he could only use light skills to rush forward.

Zhao Xingqiao didn't have any distractions at all, she was engrossed in the Qinglian sword style, and the swordsmanship she had cultivated since she was a child was vividly played at this moment.

The only remaining hand, hooked the circle and patted the point, and used a set of exquisite techniques to resist Yang Jinguang's blow.

Yang Jinguang continued to boast about Haikou, and he is the most face-conscious person, where will there be anything left?

What's more, he used a secret technique of the Yang family to force his own potential, which made light skills, true qi, and spirit reach a level that is difficult to reach on weekdays.

This technique cannot be used for a long time, and even if it is used for a short time, it will take several days of retreat to recover without leaving sequelae.

Zhao Xingqiao forced out his secret method, which also made Yang Jinguang have the intention of killing the killer.

Although he can't kill people, he has no psychological burden at all when he causes Zhao Xingqiao an injury that is difficult to heal for the rest of his life.

"Gathering of stars in the sky!"

"Defeat me!"

Although Zhao Xingqiao ate the Blue Dye Sect's Yang Breaking Pill and his martial arts were upgraded to the realm of a fourteenth-level martial artist, there was still a gap between him and Yang Jinguang.

At this time, Yang Jinguang used the secret mental method at home to force out his own potential, and his strength reached a higher level, and it was really not easy for Zhao Xingqiao to resist two moves.

In the face of this last move, Zhao Xingqiao's sword intent was great, one hand was gently circled, and a plain white lotus bloomed in the palm of his fingers.

At such a juncture, she actually took a step forward in her swordsmanship and comprehended the beauty of a sword giving birth to a lotus.

Yang Jinguang couldn't help but secretly admire, but he still tried his best and slammed into it with the most brutal tricks.

Zhao Xingqiao was knocked off the spot, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed in mid-air, but it was still thanks to Ma Qiangang's good work, so he arrived at the right time, jumped into the air, and stretched out his hand to hug her.

Ma Qiangang was really angry.

Zhao Xingqiao is his best iron buddy, the kind that can trust life and death to each other. Yang Jinguang didn't say anything about hurting her, and he didn't want to be merciful, he really rushed to cripple Zhao Xingqiao's hand.

If it weren't for Zhao Xingqiao's last-minute moment, he comprehended the swordsmanship of a sword and gave birth to a lotus, and he turned away most of Yang Jinguang's three-point electric finger killing move-Dianyao Sky Star Gathering!.

Maybe, Zhao Xingqiao will be beaten, and the internal injury will be difficult to heal for the rest of his life.

The internal injuries of the martial artist are very troublesome, maybe the treatment at that time will be fine at all, but for decades, a certain martial arts competition will suddenly affect the injuries in the early years.

Even the treatment warehouse has no way, which is a problem that has not yet been overcome in medicine in this era.

Ma Qiangang hugged Zhao Xingqiao, didn't bother to talk to Yang Jinguang first, and hurriedly asked, "How are you?" ”

Zhao Xingqiao's eyes were half-glazed, and he said in a low voice: "Quickly send me some true qi." ”

Of course, Ma Qiangang would not be stingy at all, and immediately urged the Great Qianyan World Recipe to continuously convey his skills to Zhao Xingqiao without violence.

The pony conveyed a burst of internal force, seeing that Zhao Xingqiao was a little better, and was about to leave for the medical room, Zhao Xingqiao whispered again: "Send me a little more true qi." ”

Ma Qiangang did not hesitate and continued to convey internal force.

After Yang Jinguang made a move, he looked forward to himself, but found that there was no one around to applaud, and he couldn't help but be angry.

Zhao Xingqiao is a very beautiful girl, and she is an upright challenger to Yang Jinguang.

Yang Jinguang praised Haikou, because it was difficult to win quickly, he actually used the secret method of Gu Xuan's potential, and he was ruthless, and rushed to recreate Zhao Xingqiao.

This kind of behavior is quite despised by everyone.

Zhao Xingqiao's battle just now won him a great reputation, and his popularity caught up with Qi Xiaoyun, not only suppressing the three heroic females, but also comparing the four beauties on the side of the International Department.

Several Zhuxia and students from the International Department gathered around and asked if they wanted to help.

Zhao Xingqiao's face was pale, and he just urged Ma Qiangang to convey his true qi, but he didn't respond to anything else.

Everyone thought that she was seriously injured and needed to be hung for her life, and no one dared to disturb her.

There is only the Blue Dye Sect, and they are secretly still counting the time.

"Great!"

"Two minutes left, a minute and a half, sixty seconds ......"

"Fifty seconds, forty-five seconds, forty seconds......"

"Ten seconds!"

The Blue Dye Sect's heart began to count down secretly.

At this time, Yang Jinguang also regretted slightly, he shot too hard, and he also wanted to save his image, and was about to speak.

The Blue Dye Sect suddenly approached, lowered his voice and said, "Brother Yang, I have an extremely important matter!"

Yang Jinguang was attracted to attention and asked, "What's the matter?"

The Blue Dye Sect was stuck for a while before he whispered, "Wait for me to make up the words!"