"Fan Split, you can also take my sword and try it!"

One step out, the sword momentum of the lonely mountain shrouded down, Yang Ming reflexively stabbed out simply towards Fan Split, this sword seemed to be unremarkable, but the piercing sound of breaking the wind betrayed the power of this sword. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

At the moment when Yang Ming took out the sword, Fan Split suddenly had a feeling of inescapability, and a lonely breath permeated, because the speed of this sword was too fast, and the angle of the sword was extremely tricky, it seemed to aim at the weakness of the body, if he forcibly took this sword at this time, although he would not be injured, but he would definitely fall behind, and even be pressed and beaten, until he admitted defeat.

However, at this critical moment, Fan Split didn't seem to have any extra time to think about it, gritted his teeth, a touch of ruthlessness flashed in the tiger's eyes, and he immediately stepped out, a pair of yellow fists filled with heavy internal force, and instead of meeting Yang Ming's sword, he smashed it into Yang Ming's head.

This is simply a way of playing with injuries for injuries!

On the entire playground, everyone suddenly tensed their bodies, even the instructor of the academy was ready to save people at any time, to be honest, this kind of fighting method they had not seen before, but it appeared on two children who had just become adults, so that they couldn't help but sigh a little, if it wasn't for the life and death crisis, who would want this kind of fighting style of exchanging injuries for injuries, it seems that this Yang Ming really forced Fan Split to be anxious!

Originally, everyone was a little unoptimistic about Yang Ming, but they didn't expect that just a few minutes after the battle, Yang Ming forced the two heavenly pride to the point of desperateness.

"Huh... Is this going to be desperate?"

Looking at the fist full of terrifying momentum, Yang Ming's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and after a brief period of astonishment on his face, a trace of excitement slowly appeared.

It seems that he has not felt this kind of injury for injury for a long time, Yang Ming has belligerent blood in his bones, and Fan Split's desperate actions undoubtedly deeply stimulated him......

In fact, Fan Li's way of dealing with it is very correct, in this case, if he chooses to retreat, Yang Ming will definitely bully himself and not give him any respite, even if Zhou Wuxian is on the side, it will definitely not save him from defeat.

Therefore, at this critical juncture, the only way to fight hard and force Yang Ming back with this kind of injury for injury is the best choice, Fan Split can't think that Yang Ming will fight with himself for an indifferent game, so once Yang Ming feels dangerous and retreats, the situation will be reversed instantly, and it will be his turn to gain the upper hand.

The idea is good, but it's a pity that he met Yang Ming, a freak who was taught by an old madman, how can he be a cowering person, you have to work hard, and accompany you is ......

Therefore, Fan Crack would never have dreamed that Yang Ming would really fight with him because of an ordinary game......

In battle, Yang Ming has never been afraid of injury, especially this style of fighting with injuries for injuries, which not only does not make him feel afraid, but stimulates the blood in his body, making him even more crazy......

"Since you want to work hard, then I'll play with you and see if you're really not afraid of death or fake death......" Licking his chapped lips, Yang Ming was shocked, and his pupils were full of appreciation and excitement.

A faint murmur fell, Yang Ming's sprinting body slammed suddenly, this scene just fell in Fan Li's eyes, making him look shocked, is this the rhythm of retreat?

"Looks like I'm betting on the right ......"

Fan Split felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and immediately used his arms to exert force, and the heavy internal force covered his fists, and smashed into Yang Ming's face, just when he was ecstatic in his heart, Yang Ming's next move suddenly poured a basin of cold water on him, and a chill surged from the soles of his feet to the Tianling Gai.

It turned out that Yang Ming's body was not afraid of his offensive, but to better accelerate with his strength, so as to be able to take the lead and seize the opportunity.

"Damn, he really dares to fight with himself, this madman ......" The smiling face suddenly stiffened, looking at Yang Ming, who was getting faster and faster, Fan Li's heart suddenly trembled, his face became a little ugly, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, Fan Lian remembered that Yang Ming, who was high-spirited four years ago, was also as crazy as today, thinking of this, he couldn't help but flash a trace of regret in his heart, because he found that he was actually ruthless with a madman, what a stupid decision it must be.

"Damn ......" The distance between the two was not far, and with Yang Ming's acceleration, there was no room for retreat and relaxation between the two sides, so when Fan Split saw the black iron sword rapidly enlarged in his pupils, there was a faint look of horror in his eyes.

Judging from this sword, Yang Ming obviously has no intention of keeping his hand, if he doesn't handle it well, he may fall under this sword, of course, the final result Yang Ming will not be better there, it can only be said that both sides are defeated, thinking of this, Fan Split almost regretted his intestines.

How did you meet a madman yourself?

Fan Split scolded angrily in his heart, since there is no way out, then only a fight can have vitality, at this moment, the internal force in the veins burst out without reservation, surging all over the meridians of the body, making a layer of pale yellow halo appear on the surface of his body.

Seeing this scene, a hint of surprise appeared in Yang Ming's eyes, when attacking, he could still protect himself, this Fan Crack is worthy of being the pride of the academy, whether it is combat experience or strength, it is far from being comparable to the disciples of other academies.

The martial arts cultivated by Fan Split itself belonged to the horizontal training system, and it was not a strange thing to be able to do this, Yang Ming was just admiring his reflex ability.

The collision between the two was imminent, and the tutors on the judging platform suddenly became nervous, Xiao Gang's face turned even bluer, if it was really because of a small competition, the most proud disciple fell here, then he really had the heart to die.

"Stop y'all of you!"

With an angry roar, Xiao Gang's body was like a cannonball, he lifted the table and chairs on the judging platform, stepped out, and immediately rushed to the ring, because the latter's speed was too fast, so that everyone couldn't stop it, but although Xiao Gang's speed was fast, he was still a beat slower after all.

"Bang!"

"Smack!"

Two deep voices slowly resounded in the ring, and then, everyone saw two figures like kites with broken strings, throwing them out fiercely towards the rear.

Seeing this scene, everyone's hearts suddenly rose to the edge of their throats...... (To be continued.) )