Chapter 33 (1/2)

But there is no absolute.

In this world, there are always some bastards called geniuses who are uneasy about playing cards.

In Yunmeng City, there are some students with relatively excellent talent and high level of Xuanqi. They buy war skills in private and practice them quietly. If they are lucky, they can practice successfully and give play to the power of Star Wars skills.

For example, Wu Xiaofang.

This product has trained the skill of ”cold Python seven magic swords” to a similar level, which is enough to crush many students of the same level.

But it's a pity to meet Lin Beichen, such a demon, who was defeated mercilessly.

In fact, if Wu Xiaofang could really cultivate the seven magic swords of Han mang to the level of ”entering the house”, he would be able to defeat Lin Beichen.

Of course, only experienced teachers can see this.

However, at present, both muxinyue and Yue Hongxiang are practicing their star sword skills to the level of ”entering the house”, which is not comparable to Wu Xiaofang's level of ”cold Python seven magic sword”.

Between the movements of Shuangshu, there is a faint light of Xuanqi on the blade.

Every attack of the sword made a strange roar.

The blade hits the point, the shimmering light.

The air burst over in the air like a ripple.

These two female students are not simple.

It's a secret cultivation to this extent.

It seems that even if Wu Xiaofang is not eliminated by Lin Beichen, there is no chance of winning when he meets any of the two girls.

The expert looks at the door.

A layman watching.

There is no doubt that Lin Beichen is a layman.

He just felt that the battle between the two beautiful girls suddenly became more and more lively.

The other students, on the whole, have the same idea.

Two minutes later.

Ding!

The sound of swords hitting each other.

Yue Hongxiang exclaimed, covered her wrists and staggered back.

A touch of bright red blood spilled from her fingers.

The victory is divided.

Muxin's face was not arrogant and impetuous. She held her sword on her elbow and said, ”sister Yue, I've accepted.”

Around the challenge arena, an irresistible cry of surprise finally rang out.

The fighting did not last long.

This shows that the strength of muxinyue occupies an absolute advantage.

Yue Hongxiang looked down at his injury, and the tendon in his right wrist was broken.

She knew that it was muxinyue's intention.

This kind of injury needs to be treated with the very expensive [Baiyu intermittent cream]. It takes at least half a month to connect the broken tendon, and it will affect the actual combat of swordsmanship. If it is carefully maintained, it will take two to three months to completely heal.

This will greatly affect her performance in the [Tianjiao battle] qualifier.

”I lost.”

Yue Hongxiang's expression was very calm, without too much criticism.

With her bloody left hand, she picked up her sword, turned and walked down the challenge arena.

”The contest is over, Muxin Yuesheng.”

Invigilator Ding Sanshi announced the result loudly.

Muxinyue stands on the challenge arena, with a smile on her face and long black hair dancing. She is bathed in the golden afterglow of the setting sun. It looks like she is covered with a layer of golden light. The beautiful shadow is deeply engraved in the hearts of countless male students.

”Today's big game is over.”

On the viewing platform, grade director Chu Chen stood up and announced the temporary end of the day's competition.

At this point, there is only one last battle left in Dabi——

The championship fight.

The final grade big than the first day pride, will be born in tomorrow's battle.

In anticipation of full discussion, the crowd scattered in twos and threes.

There are several young women students who have the courage to go to Lin Beichen for autograph. After a round of searching, they find that this beautiful young man has no idea where to go for a long time.

……

ten minutes later.

In the examination room.

”Wahaha, brother Qingxuan, you've come to talk about it. This time, how are the two Tianjiao in the second year of my third college doing?”

As if suffering from amnesia, Chu trace asked the same question back and forth for dozens of times.