The glory of the king: the almighty Li Bai

Chapter 137 Cut off this head and I will calm down!

Chapter 170 Six, I'll be relieved after chopping off this head!

Looking at the students surrounding the entire arena in front of her, Zi Ling couldn't help but tighten her hands, and ran towards the arena faster.

The two sisters Zhang Ziqi and Zhang Ziling looked at the competition in the arena.

"Sister! Do you think Feng Wanli can win?" Zhang Ziling turned her head slightly and asked.

Looking at the white figure on the duel field, Zhang Ziqi thought to herself, "Why! Why does this person feel so familiar?"

"Sister! Did you hear me?" Zhang Ziling asked, shaking Zhang Ziqi's arm.

Zhang Ziqi pursed his lips and said hesitantly, "If it was him, he might not win!"

"Talk to yourself! I don't know why!" Zhang Ziling looked at Zhang Ziqi beside her and muttered.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!"

The thunder that had been roaring before suddenly stopped, but the heavy rain suddenly came.

However, the torrential rain did not stop the enthusiasm of the crowd to watch the battle. They kept reaching out to wipe the rainwater in front of their eyes, and watched the battle situation in the arena closely.

Zi Ling squeezed into the crowd and looked towards the arena below.

Seeing that the pillar of fire was approaching in front of him, Feng Wanli grinned, his legs stomped heavily on the ground, his body was like a hill, and he rushed towards Xiao Shui.

"Looking for death!" Xiao Shui sneered, lifted the pillar of fire blasted out of his hands, the direction of the pillar of fire changed, and blasted towards the wind in the air.

Feng Wanli was in the air, and he didn't panic. With a sway, he used his magic pen to draw a track in the air in an instant, avoiding the pillar of fire in the air.

For three full seconds, the blazing light finally ceased.

Xiao Shui clasped his hands together, staggered, and almost fell down. Obviously, he consumed too much mana and was exhausted.

Feng Wanli grinned, and said in his heart: "I haven't used my self-mutilating Qinglian sword formation yet!"

With a wave of Feng Wanli's right hand, streaks of white mist instantly enveloped Xiao Shui's side.

The white mist clung to the rain and turned into ice, instantly surrounding Xiao Shui.

"Swipe!" Feng Wanli swung his long sword, and rushed towards Xiao Shui.

"stop!"

Just when Feng Wanli was about to cut off Xiao Shui's head, a middle-aged man with a fair face appeared above the arena.

"Save my brother's life!"

With a twist of Feng Wanli's wrist, the great storm sword in his hand "swayed" and rested on Xiao Shui's neck.

When Xiao Shui saw the Great Storm Sword so close to him, his face turned pale with fright, he swayed, and fell to his knees.

"Who are you!" Feng Wanli glanced at the middle-aged man above the arena.

Seeing Feng Wanli open his mouth, the middle-aged man felt happy, and continued to ask: "I am Xiao Jian, the head teacher of Class [-] of the [-]th Tank Department! That is my cousin!"

Feng Wanli looked Xiao Jian up and down, and found that he really looked like Xiao Shuichang.

"Can life-and-death duels not kill people?" Feng Wanli said calmly, sticking the Storm Sword to Xiao Shui's neck.

Hearing what Feng Wanli said, Xiao Jian showed joy and nodded quickly: "Of course! As long as both of them agree to give up the duel, the competition will naturally stop."

"I abstain! I abstain!" Xiao Shui kept saying, but he was scared out of his wits. After all, as the proud son of heaven, he had never experienced such a life-and-death danger.

Xiao Jian asked Feng Wanli: "Then what do you mean?"

"What do I mean?" Feng Wanli tilted his head slightly, looking at Xiao Shui who was kneeling on the ground.

"Yes! That's right!" Xiao Jian nodded repeatedly, and said with a smile: "As long as you can let Xiao Shui go, we will definitely give you the hero armament or inscription you want! As compensation for you, what do you think?" Sample?"

"compensate?"

Feng Wanli grinned, and swiped the Baofeng sword heavily in his hand, instantly chopping off Xiao Shui's head.

"what!"

Those immature college students in the arena screamed loudly when they saw such a bloody scene.

"Win!" Tang Yu stared at the head that fell like a ball on the field, and it was still a bit like a dream, but he never imagined how Feng Wanli would defeat Xiao Shui, the man of the school.

Xiao Shui was able to defeat the Thunderstorm Python who was ranked first in the Monster Beast Ranking, but what about Feng Wanli?Didn't he just advance to the Bronze level inheritor?Could it be that the inheritance of the three heroes is so perverted?

Seeing this scene, the man in red who was acting as the referee couldn't help but nodded: "This kid is quite capable, but I appreciate his bloodiness!"

Of course, some people are happy and some are sad, Xiao Jian stared at his red eyes and roared angrily: "Brother!"

Feng Wanli wiped the big storm sword on the water droplets, and the blood stained the arena red along the edge of the sword, and said lightly: "Although I can't bite back after being bitten by a dog, I can always kill him!"

"You!" Xiao Jian stretched out his finger and pointed at Feng Wanli, tremblingly said: "You wait! Kill my Xiao family, and you will pay with your life!"

A cold light flashed in Feng Wanli's eyes. He turned around and asked the man in red above, "Referee, I am the winner. Does this person's storage ring or something belong to me?"

"Of course!" The referee nodded: "All the things of the loser belong to the winner!"

Hearing what the referee said, Feng Wan was overjoyed, and his men pulled off the Duan Ren from Xiao Shui's hand, and then directly pulled off the storage bracelet on Xiao Shui's wrist.

Feng Wanli didn't dislike it, and directly put the storage bracelet that he took off on his left wrist, then turned around to look at Xiao Shui's body, and pretended to say: "Oh! Now there is only this stinky skin left, and I will be furious." Mercy to you!"

After saying that, Feng Wanli kicked his right foot, and Xiao Shui in front of him was kicked out like a sandbag.

"Boom!" Xiao Jian slapped his right hand heavily on the railing in front of him, his face gloomy.

Feng Wanli glanced at Xiao Jian, and thought to himself: "It's really bearable!"

"Hoo!" Feng Wanli turned into a white shadow, disappeared in place in an instant, and appeared again outside the arena.

The appearance of Feng Wanli frightened the surrounding students to keep backing away, as if they could still smell the bloody smell from Feng Wanli's body.

"Thirteen!" Feng Wanli took out the broken blade he had just seized, handed it over, and said with a smile, "For you!"

Thirteen took a deep look at Feng Wanli, took Duan Ren, smiled faintly, and said, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful!"

"Yes! We don't have to worry so much if we know you are so powerful!" Haotian patted his chest with a look of fear on his face.

Feng Wanli waved his hand and said with a smile: "If I'm not sure, I'm an idiot! Go to a duel with him?"

"Wanli!" Ziling suddenly squeezed through the crowd, came to Feng Wanli, stretched out her fist and hammered Feng Wanli's chest.

"What kind of fight are you fighting for? What kind of fight are you fighting for!" Zi Ling's eyes were slightly red, and finally she couldn't bear it any longer. She lay on Feng Wanli's chest and couldn't stop crying, "Woooo! You scared me to death! If you die, What should I do!"

Feng Wanli hugged Ziling, stroked Ziling's hair gently, and comforted him: "Don't worry! I'll be fine!"

Gu Shuxin followed from behind, glanced at Feng Wanli and said, "When I heard you were dueling, Zi Ling ran over in fright."

Hearing what Shuxin said, Feng Wanli's heart softened, and he said in a low voice, "Next time there will be no life-and-death duel!"

"Enen!" Zi Ling lay in Wanli's arms and nodded slightly.

"Let's go back to class!" Feng Wanli said to everyone, "Evening self-study is not over yet!"

"You still remember the evening self-study!" Haotian rolled his eyes and pointed at the crowd above the arena: "Look! So many people have come, how many people are there for evening self-study?"

　Go out in the afternoon and get up early to type.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)