Today is Li Zhihuan's birthday, he didn't plan to spend it, but he couldn't bear the enthusiasm of his friends and classmates, and the places were all found, which won his heart.

A few cheerleading girls, three male warriors, and a group of people killed them mightily.

"Boss, three hundred meat skewers, two large legs of lamb!" one of the warriors shouted.

The consumption of martial artists is large, and the amount of food is naturally not small, and three hundred meat skewers are not much for a few people, and may not even be enough!

"Grab another big beer!"

One cup is 500 milliliters, and a large bundle is 3,000 milliliters, which is equivalent to six cups!

It was midnight, and there were not many people at this time, and with the presence of girls, a few boys were even more energetic, and a glass of beer was frequently staged.

"If it weren't for Brother Li, our Fenghua School Park wouldn't have come so far, I'll do it first for this cup as respect!" said the martial artist who was on the same team as Li Zhihuan, although he was a few months older than the other party, but he was still called Brother Li, and the world strength of the martial artist was respected.

"Me too, I never dreamed that we could reach the top five, with Brother Li's strength, even if we hit the championship, it will be no problem!" The martial artist finished speaking, and directly took a glass of draft beer.

"It's just that, if it weren't for Brother Li, we wouldn't have a chance to appear on this kind of stage!" The one who spoke was the captain of the cheerleader, who was eight-point good-looking, bold, and had signed a contract with a model company.

Several people drank it all, and so did the cheerleader, who can be called a heroine among women.

"By the way, Xiaojie, didn't your brother also participate in the Apocalypse Competition, did they go home?" the cheerleader deliberately asked, she occasionally learned that Wu Jie's brother also participated in this Apocalypse Competition, but the other party has rarely mentioned it, I'm afraid that he has already gone home!

"Not yet!" Wu Jie said, Li Zhihuan's next opponent was her brother Wu Fan, and due to the influence, she never said it.

"Yes. The cheerleader obviously doesn't think so, if her brother can really fight until now, with his influence, Wu Jie would have become famous a long time ago, and it would not be a problem to sign an entertainment company to make her debut, "It's rare to come back to Jinghua, it's not bad to have fun!"

There are many teams that have already retired from the battle and are not in a hurry to go home, and they are watching the Apocalypse Tournament while touring Jinghua.

Wu Jie didn't say anything more, although this cheerleader was bold, he was open-mouthed, and she didn't like it.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not quite right, Li Zhihuan took the initiative to stand up and was about to speak, but saw a newspaper flying over.

With a wave of his hand, the newspaper was newly published during the day, and a half-length photo of him was printed on it, introducing the Apocalypse Competition.

"Who?" Li Zhihuan frowned, the person who came was not good.

A two-meter-tall but unusually salesable figure stepped out from under the streetlight.

"My name is Su Budie. ”

"En?" Li Zhihuan was puzzled, and the others didn't know what to do.

The three-foot Qingfeng is now on Su Bu's left hand, and he is left-handed.

"Let's make a move!" A momentum rose from the ground, and the invisible momentum condensed into a sword and rushed straight over.

Li Zhihuan was not to be outdone, there seemed to be a barrier in front of him, blocking the other party's momentum, "You stand farther away." ”

Hearing this, Yu Li Zhihuan and his party all stood on the other side of the street, since the other party dared to ask for trouble so bluntly, it was obviously not a small role, and they were just dragging down this level of battle.

"Be careful!" the cheerleader gave a reluctant glance before being pulled away.

After a few people walked away, Li Zhihuan looked back at Su Buying.

"You and I don't know each other, and we have no grievances, but why?"

Su Buying raised the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and the silver-white sword god reflected his eyes.

"I have no enmity with anyone, but I am still destined to die!"

Li Zhihuan didn't understand, and he didn't have time to figure it out, because the other party's sword was like a streamer, as gorgeous as glass!

When the opponent's three-foot Qingfeng flashed blue, he didn't have time to think about it, Pu Dao was not there, but he didn't know when a flying knife appeared in his hand!

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, Su Buxian flew sideways, but his body took off again, and after a few flips, he climbed onto a street lamp around him, and looked down at Li Zhihuan condescendingly.

"Flying knives?" Su Buying was shocked.

"Tenth Knife Technique, Xiao Li Flying Knife!" Li Zhihuan replied, but his hands were empty, and no one knew where his flying knife came from and where it would go.

Su Bu Death didn't say much, the two-meter-tall figure pulled out a long reflection under the moon, the cold light of the three-foot Qingfeng flickered, the air trembled faintly, and an ice-blue flame spread all over the body.

Seeing the situation, Li Zhihuan's expression was a little solemn, this kind of potential energy is definitely only at the peak of Wuying!

When was the peak of such a young martial artist everywhere?

Li Zhihuan didn't make any movement, just stood there like that, and Su Immortal, who was wrapped in potential energy, turned sideways in an instant, and a pitch-black streamer grazed his cheeks, even at night, the intense black light was still clearly visible!

His cheeks were hot, but fortunately he had a strong reflexes, otherwise he would have lost his head this time, and there was really no simple character who could hit the top five of the Apocalypse Competition. Thinking of this, Su Buying couldn't help but be even more excited, the stronger you are, the greater my chance of breaking through!

The opponent's flying knives came and went without a trace, as if they were all around him at all times, and what was even more terrifying was that the air around him did not fluctuate at all, and this silent flying knife could only be perceived when he approached the human body.

The momentum is rising, and on the side of the street at midnight, the brave people who stay here to watch the battle can't help but feel a little cool, and the wind blows up the fallen leaves, a few fluttering, and slowly landing again.

And at this moment, Su Buxian, whose potential energy was condensed to the extreme, made a decisive move, and his body pulled out a blue afterimage, and a white frost formed everywhere under his feet, and the three-foot Qingfeng continued to tremble, and one by one the blue fire snakes climbed up the sword body!

There is no so-called move, there is no so-called swordsmanship routine, it is to see the move, see the move!

When!when!

A sound came, Su Immortal waved the long sword in his hand, when the potential energy was condensed to the apex, his senses were extremely keen, and these completely invisible flying knives had already been discovered by him when he was just approaching!

Li Zhihuan's face was expressionless, how could the tenth path sword technique created by Master Feng Ziyue take half a lifetime to create be so simple?

The air fluctuated suddenly, and a pitch-black palm-long flying knife flew out of the void, compared to the lifeless flying knife before, this one seemed to be more obvious, and it was captured by Su Immortal the moment it appeared.

"So slow?" Su Buying was instantly shocked, this flying knife was very strange, and the flight trajectory could be easily captured even by ordinary people's eyes.

Of course, Su Immortal would not think so simple, judging from the potential energy faintly transmitted from the flying knife, the power of this knife is not small, but why the speed

On the other side, standing in the shadows, Li Zhihuan smiled weirdly, the black light flashed in his eyes, and the whole person was instantly shrouded in black qi, and his body disappeared into the shadows, leaving only Su Immortal and an extremely weird flying knife to confront him.

With the disappearance of Li Zhihuan, the flying knife that was flying slowly in Su Buying's eyes suddenly accelerated, and the black streamer flashed, but it was crotched by the three-foot green blade!

"Carving insect skills!"

Su Buxian's face was disdainful, but he suddenly felt a cold piece on his neck, and his expression instantly condensed!

Li Zhihuan had already quietly appeared behind him, and a small short knife more like a dagger was attached to his neck!

If Wu Fan was present, he would definitely feel that compared to Zhang Yan of Yuquan Academy, Li Zhihuan, who had been hiding in the dark, was more like an assassin!

In the field, Li Zhihuan, who was completely in control of the situation, faced this sudden enemy and asked, "Say, what is your purpose?"

Hearing this, Su Buying, who was facing Li Zhihuan with his back, asked rhetorically: "Do you think this is the end?"

"Innocent!"

At this moment, time seemed to stand still, Li Zhihuan's expression froze instantly, his eyes flashed with fear, and even more was unbelievable!

Su Immortal's three-foot Qingfeng passed through the armpit of his right hand and plunged straight into Li Zhihuan's body, while Li Zhihuan, who held the short knife on the opponent's neck, couldn't make any movement at all.