The people around him didn't have this observation power at all, and most of the people focused on Teng Wuxian's military thorn full of barbs.

Su Ya and Yunni were both nervously looking at the field at this time.

Yun Ni's heart kept jumping out of the idea of looking for Yan Xie or Qin Fusu to help, but Su Ya reached out and grabbed her, and said softly: "Trust him." ”

Yunni looked at Su Ya, and saw that although there was also worry in Su Ya's eyes, it was more of a trust in Ye Cuo, and it seemed that in Su Ya's eyes, Ye Cuo would always be the best.

Now, Yun Ni finally understands what she has always been jealous of Su Ya, what she is jealous of is her absolute trust in the person she loves.

She also finally understood why Su Ya was so generous, and she didn't have her great hostility towards every girl who approached Ye Cuo. Because she believes in herself, she believes in Ye Cuo even more.

What men need most is this kind of trust and understanding, and too many girls don't know this.

In the field, Teng Wuxian's eyes flashed: "Practicing such an evil martial arts, it seems that you do have a problem, no matter what today, I will arrest you back to the army, otherwise, these students will definitely die in your hands." ”

"If you want to fight, what is so much nonsense?" At this time, Ye Cuo was full of evil energy, and even the people around him could see that Ye Cuo was a little wrong.

Teng Wuxian's pupils shrank, and a pair of blood-red hands, like two poisonous snakes, up and down, the painting was a cloud of blurred lightning, and the black military thorns flickered, like the letter of a poisonous snake. The air was filled with the sound of hissing wind, and countless blood-colored snake-like lights and shadows were waiting for an opportunity around Ye Cuo's body.

A black military thorn, but only a foot long, may not be as good as a dagger in other people's hands.

But in Teng Wuxian's hands, it was as if he had his own life, slashing obliquely horizontally, hanging upside down vertically, like a ghost, elusive. In Ye Cuo's eyes, there were only two clouds of blood-red smoke left, and the most terrifying bit of black was hidden in the middle.

The name of the king of Chinese soldiers is really not obtained by boasting.

Ye Cuo is like a small boat in the wind and waves, tossed up and down, hidden by the sea from time to time, but when the tide recedes, you can find where he is still there.

However, the situation is not optimistic, Ye Cuo's body is also wearing a military uniform, but after just a few minutes, the upper half of his body is only a strip of rotten cloth like a beggar, and his whole body is covered with small wounds, rolling with blood beads like red agate.

In just a few minutes, Ye Cuo's whole body has been left with countless wounds, if it weren't for his body, which was transformed by the Dragon Divine Skill day and night, he was afraid that he would have been beaten into a puddle of flesh now.

"Boy, I cherish you as a talent, stop it, if you are willing to contribute to the country, I won't kill you today!" Teng Wu shouted in the wound, but there was no trace of it in his hand, and none of them would be careless until the moment of victory.

Ye Cuo's hands, covered with pale golden scales, like dragon claw hands, gradually danced into a golden circle around his body. The hands of the two of them, one red and one gold, formed a large afterimage in the air.

One of the two of them has a military stab in his hand, which will be injured, and the other has golden scales and claws, as sharp as a steel blade, no one dares to hit it hard, all of them are seven-point offense, leaving three points to defend. There is no hard-nosed confrontation, and it is natural to pay more attention to wandering.

At this time, the two of them were like two butterflies, extremely agile on the field, gold and red, just like two flying swords controlled by immortal cultivators, rolling around in the air, colliding from time to time, making a deafening air explosion.

Around Ye Cuo and Teng Wuxian's bodies, two faint circles of light gradually appeared, as if the two of them had penetrated into a red and a gold soap bubble respectively, looking extremely dazzling. This is the move in the hands of the two of them is too fast, and everyone can only see the light and shadow of the city.

In this battle, not only many freshmen present, but even other people in the school gradually noticed this.

On a tall building not far away, Xiao Jianqiu clasped his arms to his chest, looked at the two people on the playground with a cloudy face, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "If you lift weights lightly, you can be chic and happy, so strong!"

In his eyes, an indescribable battle intent suddenly rose.

In the field, Ye Cuo's body was gradually torn clean with the remaining strips of rotten cloth, his upper body was bare, and his chest, abdomen, waist and back were full of small wounds. Teng Wuxian's military thorn is as venomous as a snake, as long as there is a chance to bite the opponent, even if it can only bite a small piece of skin, it will definitely not waste the opportunity.

The golden circle outside Ye Cuo's body gradually shrank, while the red circle, like a touch of blood, gradually swallowed the golden circle little by little and wrapped it inside.

Now, the soap bubble-like light and shadow around the two people, the golden light and shadow of Ye Cuo are only half the size of before, and the red aperture is set outside, like a millstone constantly rotating, squeezing the space of the golden aperture little by little.

Ye Cuo's shot, his arms gradually couldn't be straightened, and the surrounding area of his body was covered with the shadow of blood.

Huaxia soldier Wang Teng was unharmed, and in this campus, he showed his most terrifying combat effectiveness. also let everyone understand why he is the killing god who makes all the drug lords in the Golden Triangle fearful.

All the people in the audience, although they didn't understand martial arts, could see that Teng Wuxian had completely gained the upper hand at this time, and suppressed Ye Cuo in the middle.

Su Ya and Yun Ni, their hearts were so nervous that they almost broke their chests. Even Yuan Yao had a trace of hesitation in her eyes at this time, she obviously hated Ye Cuo and wanted to kill him quickly, but deep down, there was an irrepressible desire to save Ye Cuo.

It's just that no one noticed that Ye Cuo's eyes, at this time, the pupils gradually became narrow, like a cat, into vertical and narrow pupils. Not only did the shape change, but the color of his pupils gradually glowed with a hint of gold.

In the next second, Ye made a mistake!

In an instant, the golden aperture disappeared, Ye Cuo completely gave up his defense, and an incomparable murderous aura spread from his body.

In an instant, the temperature of the surrounding scorching summer seemed to have dropped a lot, and all the people felt a cold killing intent, and a picture seemed to appear in front of their eyes. On the battlefield of wolf smoke, rivers of blood, boundless corpses piled up, a young man, standing on top of a mountain of corpses, covered in blood, let out a cruel smile.

"Kill!"

The two of them let out a loud cry at the same time, and Ye Cuo's hands, like made of gold and steel, tore through the air and grabbed towards Teng Wu's heart.

At the same time, Teng Wu's uninjured military thorn had already reached Ye Cuo's throat.