Broken Night

Chapter Three Hundred and Sixty Nine—The Dark Horse

Another tattoo artist from the Qunxing Academy turned completely dark, and burst out laughing: "It's really beyond our own power! The reckless man of the mere blacksmithing academy dares to challenge the majesty of the three major..."

The strict word has not yet fallen.

The tattoo artist of the Qunxing Academy was wrapped in a blood-red mask.

"Hey, what's going on here?" The famous tattoo artist was speechless, looking at the blood around him: "Did something go wrong? Ah? How could you expel me!?"

drop...

At this time, the tattoo artist noticed a burst of warmth on his forehead.

He touched it subconsciously, and there was blood in his palms.

I don't know when, there is a not deep and not shallow wound on the forehead;

I don't know when, the sword of the student of the blacksmithing academy standing opposite has been unsheathed.

If it weren't for the protection of the Iron-blooded Tower, the tattoo artist would have been killed by a sword pierced between his eyebrows.

At this time, Bai Huaizhu's face was full of solemn expressions: "Qunxing Academy, Bai Huaizhu. I didn't ask your Excellency Gao's name."

The long sword in the boy's hand was vacuously swung, and the blood star at the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

"My surname is Duan, Duan Podao."

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Bai Huaizhu was sent out.

It's just that there was no resentment on his face, but there was a lingering sense of fear in his heart.

After all, his realm is higher than that of the other partner. At that moment, he only felt his eyes go blank.

A shocking sword light came like lightning.

He was knocked down before he had time to perform any tattoo art.

The same is true, if it wasn't for the protection of the Iron-Blood Tower, he would definitely die. Until the teleportation came out, he still felt a tingling between his eyebrows, as if being pressed against the tip of a sword, which made his expression extremely ugly.

Not only the audience, other academy bosses, but also those from the blacksmithing academy looked at Feng Shang with astonishment. Duan Podao was brought into the Blacksmithing Academy by Feng Shang a few years ago. It's just that Duan Podao is very unconventional. He didn't practice any forging skills, but just blindly dominated the martial arts field to practice swords.

Also because he was Feng Shang's disciple, the other teachers didn't say anything and let him fend for himself. To be precise, the relationship between Duan Podao and the Blacksmithing Academy is similar to the relationship between You Xuezhong and Nantian Academy.

Although he carries the name of an academy, he doesn't really learn anything from the academy.

Just looking at all the students of the Blacksmithing Academy, at the beginning of the competition, they realized that this was an opportunity to improve their bodies. Only Duan Podao climbed up alone.

Originally, no one cared about him, thinking that this student of the blacksmithing academy, who was not good at fighting, was soon beheaded.

When he appeared in front of people again, he had already killed two outstanding students of Qunxing Academy with two swords, and calmly stepped into the sixth floor!

You must know that no more than five fingers have entered the sixth floor so far!

This broken knife is a dark horse!

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The fifth floor is still the main theme.

However, Xu Yan and his party walked to the fifth floor without incident. On the second floor, the blood of more than a dozen students of Jidao Temple fell into the four people's bodies under the guidance of Jin Qianji. The blood in the four people's bodies made them go straight to the fifth floor.

Now I'm just looking around for the ladder door to see if I can reach the sixth floor.

Only this time, perhaps their good days are over.

"Who is that in front!?"

"Stop!"

Xu Yan and the others looked at each other, really stopped, and turned to look behind.

The two sides looked at each other with expressions of astonishment on their faces: "Is it you?"

It was actually a student from the north from the outer gate of Yunfu!

They are also obviously capable. There are only seven of them left, but all of them have stepped into the fifth floor. People are in a foreign land, which also leads to their unity beyond ordinary people. Originally, there were more than a dozen northern students, and the remaining seven were also advancing and retreating together.

Seeing Xu Yan and others at this moment, there was a meaningful smile on their faces: "Several friends from the south, this college competition is very important. If our college wins, everyone can enter the [Blood Book Hall], This is a huge opportunity.”

Zuo Kuanglan and the others looked indifferent and didn't speak, they just stared at them calmly.

The leader of the Northern Academy, Yu Chi Jun, was not angry either, but said sincerely, "Please help us. We will not waste your hard work and take the top spot!"

What is Huang Qiuye's temperament? Notoriously crazy!

Hearing Yuchi Jun's words at this moment, he snorted immediately: "What the hell, if you want blood, you will shoot! Such a pretentious demeanor makes me feel like I'm going to vomit!"

During this back and forth, Huang Qiuye was more straightforward and tough like a northerner, while Yuchi Jun was more like a southerner, and seemed to be inferior. After being scolded mercilessly by Huang Qiuye, Yuchi Jun's expression was also not very good-looking, and a giant man beside him said in a rough voice: "Well said! It's a man who should come and have a good time!"

This person is Xin Li of the Northern Lixiong tribe!

Yu Chi Jun also shook his head slightly: "Why..." Just as he spoke, his body slowly retreated. He is a tattoo artist, so naturally he will not be at the forefront.

Among the seven people in the northern group, he is the only tattoo artist.

And An Que, Huang Qiuye and Zuo Kuanglan also blocked Xu Yan from behind.

Xu Yan was also a tattoo artist, and the three were tattoo artists, so they naturally blocked Xu Yan.

An Que nodded with satisfaction: "Right, let's just fight. You don't need to spend so much time, anyway, we've already seen that your northerners are not pleasing to the eye." A flurry of dust.

A sly smile appeared on Xin Lian's face: "Each each other!" As soon as the words fell, a strange black smoke appeared from his figure. In an instant, his body seemed to grow a few points, and the breath on his body became more and more dangerous. It seems that it is not a human being, but a tattooed beast!

"The [Bear Soul Body] of the Lixiong Tribe..." Zuo Kuanglan's long stick of tattoo appeared in his hand, and an afterimage danced: "Interesting."

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Boom!

"Happy!" Huang Qiuye's eyes were full of madness, and a yellow shadow danced with the animal's claw and long stick in his hand, and he fought with a northern boy with a big knife in front of him! Those who can be recommended to study at the outer gate of Yunfu in the south are the leaders in the north.

This man is the most outstanding young man in the Northern Golden Blade Tribe, Keshanda.

The Golden Knife Tribe is famous for the sword technique of opening and closing. Different from the speed of a hundred miles of wind, which was cut to death by a single sword, every blade of Kesanda's sword has the potential to split mountains and rivers. In fact, Kosanda is more inclined to fight with An Que, who also uses a big sword. It's just that An Que has already found Xin Lian, so he can't interfere.

At this moment, he was fighting with Huang Qiuye, but the more the Vietnam War became, the more frightened he became.

I just felt that the young man in front of him didn't look like a gentleman from the south at all, but more like a man from the north who had been beaten crazy, and his offensive was like a violent storm. The animal claws on the head of the stick seemed harmless to humans and animals, but the occasional claws that swept across made him secretly frightened!