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Fat Tiger flexed his wrist, looked at Xu Ao with contempt, and said, "Xu Ao, you are such a coward."

"You didn't even dare to say a word when you came here."

Xu Ao's old face twitched, and he explained, "Fat Tiger, Wei Wujian is so familiar with you that he nailed you to the wall with a sword."

"If I say anything, he will kill me with a sword, right?"

"That's true." Fat Tiger nodded and said, "You'd better be a coward."

Xu Ao: "..."

Boom!

At this time, the explosion sounded suddenly.

Lin Feng was shocked and staggered back.

Wei Wujian also took a half step back.

"Good guy, you can actually repel me?" Wei Wujian patted the gourd on his waist and said, "You are so talented and powerful that you are qualified to let me use the Yinsha Sword."

After the words fell, a flying sword forged from bones flew out of the gourd and fell into Wei Wujian's hands.

Wei Wujian held the bone sword in his hand, and the sword trembled, as if countless evil spirits were giggling.

"Old drunkard, how come you even used the Yin Sha Sword to deal with a junior?!" Fat Tiger hurriedly shouted: "Once you use the Yin Sha Sword, can that kid still survive?!"

"My teacher asked you to help him guard the tower, not to kill the genius of the Tianlong training camp!"

Swish!

A stream of light flashed and instantly penetrated Fat Tiger's right arm, nailing Fat Tiger to the tower wall again.

Scarlet blood dripped down Fat Tiger's arm.

"I told you to shut up." Wei Wujian's voice was cold.

Fat Tiger was so scared that his fat face twitched, and he hurriedly bit his lips and dared not speak.

"It's over, it's over. Wei Wujian is really going crazy now." Xu Ao, who was standing next to him, quickly put Fat Tiger down and said anxiously, "Wei Wujian is so cruel to you, he will definitely not hold back on Lin Feng."

"That old drunkard really drank too much this time." Fat Tiger frowned and said, "But there is another good news."

"Good news? At this time, what good news can there be?" Xu Ao curled his lips.

"The good news is that the old drunkard is still quite trustworthy. He said that he would suppress his cultivation to the eighth level of the War King Realm and fight Lin Feng, so he will definitely suppress his cultivation to the eighth level of the War King Realm and fight Lin Feng." Fat Tiger replied.

Xu Ao: "..."

Xu Ao's old face twitched, "What's the use of this?"

"Wei Wujian's cultivation is much higher than Lin Feng's. Even if he suppresses his cultivation, his combat experience and the things he has learned will completely crush Lin Feng."

"The most important thing is the swords he keeps in the gourd!"

Xu Ao looked at the gourd on Wei Wujian's waist and said, "Although Wei Wujian has suppressed his cultivation, the swords he keeps in the gourd will not become weaker."

"Each of those swords is extremely powerful. Lin Feng can't block those swords at all."

"Those swords are indeed powerful, but once Wei Wujian suppresses his cultivation, he can't exert the full power of those swords." Fat Tiger paused and continued, "So, Lin Feng still has a chance."

"There is a hammer chance. Even if Wei Wujian can't exert all the power of those swords, Lin Feng is finished!" Xu Ao gritted his teeth.

"Xu Ao, when I say there is a chance, I mean Lin Feng has a chance to delay time." Fat Tiger curled his lips and said, "You should have informed Assistant Zeng, right?"

"As long as Lin Feng can delay Assistant Zeng to come, he can escape danger."

"That's true." Xu Ao nodded.

Chuck!

A strange laugh came.

One after another, the hideous ghost faces rushed towards Lin Feng with strange smiles.

Lin Feng used "Phantom Clone" and dodged with all his strength, narrowly avoiding the ghost faces one by one.

Chuck!

At this time, the white bone sword in Wei Wujian's hand fell from the sky.

It just landed on Lin Feng.

Boom!

The explosion echoed.

Lin Feng's mouth was bleeding and he staggered back.

"What a powerful sword." Lin Feng frowned.

Chuck!

Before Lin Feng could come to his senses, the white bone sword fell towards Lin Feng again.

Wei Wujian's perfect swordsmanship could hit Lin Feng with every strike.

Even though Lin Feng was wearing a blue-patterned black-gold armor, he was still shocked and his blood was boiling.

Swish!

At this moment, Lin Feng suddenly reached out and grabbed the oncoming bone sword.

Wei Wujian pulled hard twice, but he couldn't pull the bone sword out of Lin Feng's hand.

"Your strength is good."

"But do you think you'll be fine if you grab my sword?"

"The evil spirit contained in my sword is not so easy to resist."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strange laugh came out of the evil sword again.

The evil spirit emanating from the evil sword made Lin Feng's palm hurt.

But Lin Feng didn't care at all, and said calmly: "Senior, II grabbed your sword just to control you, so that I wouldn't miss a punch."

"What do you mean?" Wei Wujian frowned.

"Senior, it's my turn to attack now. "Lin Feng raised the corner of his mouth, and dense black arcs suddenly appeared on his fist.

The black arcs crackled and quickly spread to the entire seventh floor.

Before Wei Wujian could come to his senses, Lin Feng's fist had already landed on Wei Wujian.

The black thunder of the entire seventh floor also gathered at one point and hit Wei Wujian.

Boom!

The explosion echoed.

Wei Wujian vomited blood, flew backwards, and hit the tower wall hard.

The Yinsha Sword in his hand flew out.

Silence!

The entire seventh floor of the Sky Fire Tower was dead silent.

Fat Tiger and Xu Ao's expressions froze, as if they were petrified.

They never thought that Lin Feng would actually hurt Wei Wujian.

How is this possible?!

"Senior, I'm sorry." Lin Feng clasped his fists.

"Ahem!" Wei Wujian supported the ground, stood up, and gritted his teeth and said, "What are you sorry for? I haven't lost yet! "

"Come on, let's continue!"

Lin Feng: "..."

Without waiting for Lin Feng to think more, Wei Wujian patted the gourd on his waist and shouted: "Dragon Sword, unsheath!"

Roar!

Dragon roars.

A golden dragon shadow sprang out from the gourd on Wei Wujian's waist.

Looking carefully, you can find that in the center of this golden dragon shadow, there is a golden long sword!

"Crazy, crazy! Wei Wujian actually used the Dragon Sword!"

"Fuck! What is Wei Wujian doing? Is he really going to kill Lin Feng? He even used the Dragon Sword?"

"Wei Wujian really wants to kill Lin Feng, he actually used the Dragon Sword on Lin Feng? !"

"Wei Wujian actually used the Dragon Sword on a student? ! What on earth does he want to do? ! "

The people surrounding the Skyfire Tower looked up at the giant golden dragon that appeared on the seventh floor of the Skyfire Tower.

The giant golden dragon was Wei Wujian's Tianlong Sword!

"Wei Wujian! Stop it!" At this time, a roar exploded like thunder over the Skyfire Tower.

Then, a slightly fat middle-aged man fell from the sky.

This slightly fat middle-aged man was Zeng Ming, the assistant to the dean of Tianlong College!