After another jī fight for dozens of rounds, Song Junxiao and Mao Lei both began to pant slightly due to jī Lie's movement, and the two of them successively greeted each other's dead ends in various parts of their bodies after a jiā hand, and each quickly separated after changing a few moves, and the two of them each stood ten meters away. Their eyes are fixed on each other, ready to launch their next attack.

Song Junxiao looked at Mao Lei expressionlessly, suddenly the corners of his mouth curled, and he grinned and said: "Haha~~~ I can't imagine that you can really be proud of you just because you are a quasi-third-rate guy who bī me to such a point!"

Song Junxiao suddenly had a 'bang' on his body, and a strong aura erupted, and the momentum was several times stronger than just now, if Song Junxiao just gave people the feeling that it was a big river that flowed endlessly, then now he is a magnificent sea. Even the bluestone fragments under his feet that had been crushed by the impact of his strength when they were fighting just now flew up because of his energy.

After seeing Song Junxiao's terrifying aura in the ring, Lin Yue's eyes widened for a while, and he used his hand to róu his own eyes in disbelief, and said in surprise: "What?!, he hasn't done his best?!" Then Fang Cun Dalun lost his voice and said: "How is this possible, how is it necessary for him to do this? Why, ah!!" Lin Yue roared out after the next sentence. Originally, in his imagination, the victory of this duel was already in the pocket of the Seven Wounds Academy, and he was even beginning to think about the next opponent, the Pioneer Academy. But the shock changed halfway, so that the result of this victory and defeat began to flutter away.

"The reason why he did this may be to completely defeat Senior Mao in the jīng god. Qiu Peng looked at Mao Lei, whose confidence had begun to waver in the ring, and said.

"What? Defeat the jīng god again! What kind of enmity do our Seven Wounds Academy have against them! They are so cruel to our players!" Lin Yue said with gritted teeth. He knew how strict the consequences of defeating a person on the jīng god were. That's a matter of deciding to recognize the fate of your life's future, if the other party is defeated by the jīng god, no matter how high your talent is, if you can't get out of that yīn shadow, then you will stay in this realm for the rest of your life, and you will never break through. Originally, the strength of the opponent could definitely easily defeat his own side, but he had to go to such great lengths to hit the confidence of his own side of the players, so that everyone was slumped.

At this time, Song Junxiao's momentum gathered higher and higher, with a playful expression on his face, he looked at his opponent vigilantly from a distance of ten meters, and his heart was full of satisfaction for the oath he made many years ago, yes, since his brother collapsed, he swore that he must avenge his brother, and since then he has been practicing like crazy, when others go shopping, he is concentrating on cultivation, and when others are picking up girls, he is also concentrating on cultivation. Canteen-dormitory-classroom. It's the whole scope of my life in the past few years. When others talk about how so-and-so newcomers are blockbusters, how beautiful so-and-so is beautiful, and how so-and-so gangs are promising, they can only practice in the dormitory. Is it because I don't love the preferences that ordinary people should have? Is it because I don't have fantasies about the United States? No, since every young NV has a haunt, then every teenager has a heroic dream. But every time he saw the melancholy eyes of his brother at home, these distracting thoughts that affected his cultivation were all thrown away by himself!

"I can't forget, the bleakness in my brother's eyes when he looked at his peers' successful careers, and I can't forget that I can't forget the girl who went from my brother's childhood sweetheart to iǎ, because my brother failed to break through to the third-rate realm and failed to find a satisfactory job, and abandoned my brother and chose a rich child. ”

"And the culprit who caused all my brother's affairs is the Seven Injuries Academy in front of him, if they hadn't beaten my brother and even lost his confidence, then my brother's fate in this life would not be like this!"

"Therefore blood feud requires blood to be tasted. So, the hard work paid off, and in this year, I finally broke through to the third-rate realm. At this time, I knew that my chance had come and that I could avenge my brother. ”

"Originally, with my strength, I didn't need to collect their intelligence before competing with the Seven Injuries Academy. However, in order to be able to break their confidence, I spent a whole week collecting detailed information about each of their participants, finding out their flaws, so that they would lose not only to me, but also to lose their confidence!"

"Now, the two have been solved by me perfectly. I think they will live in the shadow of failure, just like my brother, and never make progress. And the one in front of him, who will also accompany his roommate, has his confidence shattered. ”

"He's a steady person with a strong sense of the big picture, and people with a strong sense of the big picture are generally very confident in themselves. For the methods used by the previous two to deal with him, it is obviously not very good. But "Song Junxiao yīnyīn thought.

The thing that people like him fear most is that they often think that something they believe is something, or something that is certain, but the end result is unexpected, so that their faith will be completely broken. So much so that he began to doubt his own qiē. ”

The more I thought about it, the more Song Junxiao's smile grew, "Haha~~~~~ you're doomed!" Song Junxiao laughed wildly.

Mao Lei saw that the other party's momentum was still rising sharply, and thought that if he continued like this, he wouldn't have to fight. Besides, he has a flaw in his hands, so he doesn't need to be afraid of him at all, Mao Lei shouted, and with a lot of luck on his feet, he hurriedly attacked Song Junxiao.

Song Junxiao didn't take Mao Lei in front of him in his eyes, and when he let go of his hands and feet to deal with the other party, he no longer worried about whether he would kill the other party as soon as he was under control. Song Junxiao put his hands behind his back and casually dodged a few moves from Mao Lei's attack. "You can't be my opponent, and if I use all my strength, you'll be killed in less than three moves. Hehe~~~ However, you should be glad that you can make me do my best, I should be proud!"

"Fart! If you have the ability, use it!" Mao Lei said as he attacked Song Junxiao from all directions in a circle, but he was always dodged by the other party lightly.

"Ha~~ That's what you said. "Uhh Look at the move, frozen three feet. Song Junxiao suddenly burst into a shout, and attacked Mao Lei with both hands very quickly.

Although Mao Lei had seen Song Junxiao's trembling clearly, he also understood that the place he took was his own iōng mouth. But his speed was not as fast as the other party, so he was still hit by the other party. It's like a snail that knows that someone is trying to pinch him to death, but his speed simply doesn't allow him to escape it.

With a 'pop', Mao Lei was hit by Song Junxiao for the first time, and the person was directly shot out like a cannonball. With a "bang", Mao Lei was deeply imprinted in the slate by this violent blow, and there was no movement for a long time.

Mao Lei was hit by this blow, and even lost the ability to move, and Song Junxiao's blow contained his cold aura, which quickly spread out towards his eight Qi meridians after invading into his meridians. Mao Lei could only struggle, transport the basic internal strength, and frown to use the basic internal strength to resist the external cold and icy qi. But the cold breath was too domineering, and the cold breath was like an earthworm in his body, making him feel like he was in an ice cellar, shivering from the cold.

"Was he deceiving me just now? Could it be that he had been suppressing his own strength? Why did he do this? Obviously, he was about to win, but why did it become a situation of losing! Ah, I am not reconciled! I am not reconciled!" Mao Lei forcibly suppressed the icy aura that was trapped in his body. Gritting his steel teeth, supporting, he slowly stood up, his eyes were bloodshot with eyeballs, and he stared at Song Junxiao with bead-like eyes.

"Even if you die, I will pull your arm to accompany the burial!!," Mao Lei said angrily.

Song Junxiao hugged each other with his hands in front of iōng, and playfully looked at Mao Lei, who was a few meters away with his hands supporting his knees, panting heavily. He said, "It's up to you, and you're not worthy!"

Song Junxiao raised his right foot slightly, stepped on the stone slab with his left foot, and the person galloped towards Mao Lei as quickly as a cannonball, and when he flashed in front of Mao Lei, his feet were bowed, and his right foot kicked towards Mao Lei's mouth like lightning.

Mao Lei's quick jiā fork with both hands blocked a Wanjun move in front of iōng, but the blow was too heavy. "Frozen thousands of miles!" With Song Junxiao's roar, Mao Lei was kicked more than ten feet away by this blow. People don't stop until the edge of the ring.

According to the rules, if one side is knocked out of the ring by the other party, the other side wins. However, the contestants who win in this way will generally be made fun of by everyone, because it will not be enough for men. Therefore, the average player would rather kill the opponent with great effort than use this method of knocking people out of the ring. So over time, everyone even forgot that there is such a rule.

"Haha, if you're scared, you can jump out of the ring, so you don't have to suffer so much. Song Junxiao stood there, did not move, and said to Mao Lei on the edge of the ring with a smile.

Mao Lei frowned painfully, spit out a mouthful of blood, supported the ground with one hand, slowly stood up, and said word by word: "I, as I said, even if I die, I want to let you, one of my arms, give me, and bury me! For my brother to win the championship, it doesn't matter if I die ten thousand times!"

Song Junxiao looked up to the sky and smiled: "Hahaha, joke, just like you, you still want to hurt me, it's really a fool's dream!"

Faced with Mao Lei's strong belief that he would rather die and cause harm to Song Junxiao, Lin Yue's eyes on the rest table were already blurred with emotion. He knew that a large part of the reason why Mao Lei did this was because he and Qiu Peng could have an advantage, so that his side could win. And as his best brother - Mao Lei, he is very clear about his thoughts, although he has never said to him that he wants to win this championship, but after so many years of brotherhood, he is very clear about his own iǎ ninety-nine, so he will fight so hard for himself to win.

Lin Yue's heart was moved to the bottom of his heart, "Brother!! thank you!! my best brother! I won't let you down! Look at it! I will definitely win this championship this year, no matter how much I pay, I will definitely win!"

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