The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

Tang Hao had no choice but to do it, and Qin Batian wanted to stop it. He said anxiously: "Tang Hao, what should I do now? If Miss Ye is defeated, it will be bad. (8) (1) Zhongyu Wenwang Ww*W.ん81.Zw.COM"

Don Juan wants to stop loudly and it will not help, and this will cause Ye Hao to be distracted. The only thing he can do now is to hope for a miracle.

Is there a miracle?

If the knife is light, it seems like nine days of silver pouring down, pulling out a white light, lightning-like to the top of Ye Dangdang.

clang!

A sound of gold and stone strikes, Ye Hao’s sword does not know where to stop in the path of the other side of the knife, bursting with sparks.

Huh?

Song Hanjun slightly frowns, the blade is back, it is like a spring, but the blade has not rebounded too much, and then attacked with thunder.

Between this one-off attack, it is very fast and free.

When Ye Hao clenched her teeth, the blown cheeks were red, but there was no fear in her eyes, only full of persistence.

Hey!

The long sword swayed, and the dangerous and dangerously blocked the big knife, the angle is very sturdy, and the ghost is not ordinary.

"Two strokes!" Ye Haodang finally smashed out three words, and Song Hanzhen looked sinking, black is like the sky before the storm.

"What happened, the two tricks that made such a slap in the face all let this little girl block it. Hey, Ye Xuan, the old fox, didn't know what her stunts were taught. It could have such a wonderful effect. However, her strength is too weak, I want to Hold on to ten tricks and dream!"

Song Han’s heart glimpsed, his voice slammed, his hand fluttered, and the knife light followed, and followed.

Ye Hao did not dare to breathe when the atmosphere, just staring at the big knife that rushed to the thunder, and frequently raised the sword in his hand, or pick, or stab, or swear.

The miracle was born, and her movements did not flow upwards. However, the unremarkable long sword actually broke the strange power in her hands.

In the air, I traced the traces of Jianguang, ping-pong, sword and sword, without a knife hitting the body of the jingle.

Among them, the most dangerous knife has already reached the forehead of Ye Dangdang, but the sword is the ghost that has stopped the attack, and it is dangerous.

"Seven strokes!" Ye Hao’s eyes burst into a ray of light, and his confidence was high. In fact, she only decided to make this bet with a sigh of relief.

Because she understands that only the way to win in this danger can force the other party to agree, and seek a chance to let Tang Hao get out.

Otherwise, with only Qin Batian, no one wants to get the benefits today.

After the start, although she was more difficult to use the sword, the power of the sword can also be exploded.

Don't look at the chasing swordsmanship without the need for internal strength or true temper. This set of swordsmanship relies on the muscles and strength of the human body to achieve many unbelievable reactions.

This is a greater requirement for the physical fitness of the human body. Therefore, when you are not familiar with the swordsmanship, it will be a test for people.

After Ye Haodang passed the test, she did not completely chase the power of the sword, but she has already taken the seven strokes of Song Han.

Victory is in sight, and Ye Dang’s teeth are bitten tighter, and the eyes are full of firm colors.

Others were ruined by this scene. Song Yu and Chu Shaofeng were stunned and the next duck egg in the mouth.

"How...what is it possible? Is he releasing water?"

This speculation was immediately denied. Song Hanzhen was not such a person. Moreover, winning this bet had great benefits for his son. He could not make a joke about Song Yu’s future.

Qin Ba Tian is a congenital master with a good eye. If he stares thoughtfully at Ye Dang, his heart is secretly surprised: "Is this set of swords a Ye family? How have you never heard of it? This sword is definitely not simple." The big family really has a deep foundation."

Tang Yan’s eyes have become a slit, and he has judged that the pursuit of the sword is quite extraordinary, but he did not expect it to be so magical.

If Ye Xie is the true standard, the five strokes will be defeated, but she used the chasing sword method, and she has survived seven strokes, and there is no obvious decline.

This master is too horrible.

"The things in Chiyou's heart are really treasures. If you can take out all the good things, it is a huge treasure." Tang Yan secretly swears.

"What swords are you doing?" Song Hanzhen also saw the clues. He was also very knowledgeable, but he could not see the swordsmanship.

If it is said that the Ye family's swordsmanship, I have never heard of it. If Ye Jia has such a powerful sword method, it has long been known.

"Hunting the sword." Ye Hao's face flashed a few smug, the corner of the mouth said.

"Hunting the sword?" Song Hanzhen determined that he had never heard of this name. "Who taught you?"

When Ye Hao picked up his eyebrows, he said with disdain: "Why should I tell you?"

Song Hanjun was furious: "Since you still want to be stubborn, then I am really welcome."

"Who made you polite?" Ye Hao shouted.

Is Song Hanqi polite?

Of course you are welcome.

He can't wait to knock down Ye Landang in one stroke, so it's really mighty, and the reputation of the Song family will be even more pressing.

It was counterproductive, and he gave up the strength of feeding, but he returned without success.

"Hey, I don't believe in this evil." Song Hanyi's eyes burst out of the sultry light, and shouted: "Look at the knife!"

call!

The air in all directions was completely stirred by this move, and the wind raged, and the wind shook in the silent place. The east light flashed, as if a lightning bolt fell.

The strength of this move has not been exhausted, and the other two moves have been repeated. The power of these three moves is superimposed on top of each other, and the general attack on Ye Dang.

Ye Hao’s face looked a bit pale, but he did not retreat. With his three-footed Qingfeng, he made moves, and every move was fast, sturdy and accurate.

Hey!

The sparks splattered, and the sound of the explosion of the air rang out in all directions, and the stones embedded in the ground on the ground broke free from the **** of the earth and flew away.

Ye Xie was in the center of the storm, but he did not move, like a pin of the sea, a move and a move, a degree of relaxation, Zhang Zhang Weiran, quite a master style.

puff!

A blood spurted out, and Ye Hao’s face became pale, but her legs were like roots, and they plunged into the land, and they didn’t move.

Everything is calm.

When Ye Hao’s mouth gradually swayed, she succeeded, and the miracle was really born. In the case that others thought it was impossible, she really took ten strokes and Tang Hao was saved.

"You lost." Zhu Lips lightly opened, Ye Xie spit out these three words in a secluded manner, his heart relieved, a relieved expression.

Song Han’s anger was round and sorrowful, and he said incredulously: “Impossible!”

Impossible becomes possible, this is a miracle.

Ye Dangdang created a miracle. She relied not only on the swordsmanship, but also on the courage in her heart and the love for Tang Yan. All of this was superimposed to support her.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. How can I possibly fail to hit you in ten strokes." Song Han was furious and the anger in his eyes burned.

Suddenly, his eyes were fierce, and his body flashed to Ye Dang, and the generous knife smashed toward Ye.

Ye Xie was able to survive these ten strokes with amazing perseverance. When the eleventh move came out, she must lose.

She is able to lift the three-footed Qingfeng, however, the power is not the same as before.

Hey!

The long sword broke, and the thick blade hit the chest, and the sound of the broken bone suddenly sounded. A large mouth of blood spurted out from the mouth of the leaf.

She is like a broken kite flying backwards.

No one expected that Song Hanjun was still shameless in the case of a bet and lost.

"Dangdang." Tang Yi rushed out and struggled, but his footsteps were somewhat illusory, but he caught up with Ye Hao when he landed.

He took a few steps back and stopped, but he couldn’t take care of himself and couldn’t wait to ask: "How are you doing?"

Ye Xie squinted, smiled shallowly, staring at Tang Yan, his eyes were full of satisfaction and love, and he said, "I am trying my best."

A tears poured into Tang Yan’s eyes. His voice was sobbing and he nodded quickly. “I know, you are doing very well. You won the bet and saved me.”

"Before you saved me in distress, this time... I finally saved you once." Ye Hao said with a smile, but the eyelids closed quickly.

Tang Yan was shocked and swayed her, and cried, "Dangdang, you can't sleep, you have to hold it."

"I am so tired, I want to sleep." Ye Hao whispered as a dream, "Your arms are warm, I want to lie in your arms all the time."

"I let you lie, don't sleep, you don't have to worry about how long you want to lie." Tang Yan is really flustered, the six gods have no ownership.

Originally, the victory was in sight, but the peak and the turn turned, but it became this appearance. He did not count on this.

"Then I will lie down... for a long time... very long..." Ye Hao closed his eyes.

Tang Yan is like a madman, his eyes are full of blood, roaring: "Dangdang, you can't die, you haven't beat me yet, are we not betting? You have to beat me, then let me be in everyone's I admit that you are better than me. You have not done this yet, you can't do anything."

Tears burst out.

God seemed to have sensed his sorrow. In the dark black cloud, a lightning flashed suddenly, and then the sky was completely covered with lightning, as if lightning would tear the sky away.

Bang!

The thunder rumbled, and the earth shook the earth, and the earth seemed to tremble.

Oh la la!

It was like a raining day, and it seemed that God was crying. Tang Yan was instantly drenched into a soup chicken. The rain and tears mixed together, salty, slipped into his mouth and covered his eyes. .

"what!"

Suddenly, he shouted, and the whistle contained endless anger and sorrow. He stood up fiercely and stood up with Ye Weidang.

The eyes stared at Song Hanzhen, even though the rain had covered his eyes, but Song Hanzhen’s appearance was exceptionally clear in his eyes, and he quickly settled.