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Yan Yun turned around at this time, glanced at the south, and said lightly: "You are not an opponent, you are not worthy of my sword!"

"Why do you dare to look down on me! Look for death, and quickly go to the ring to fight!"

Seeing that Yan Yun was unmoved, Nanfang shouted loudly, "Could it be that you Yan Yun will bully girls." Bad seeds!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a trace of killing intent in Yan Yun's eyes.

Yan Yun looked to be in his thirties, which was the reason for his beard, but he was actually only twenty-five years old.

Young and vigorous, naturally he couldn't listen to this, and his face was gloomy.

"In that case, take me with a sword!"

As he spoke, he pulled out a sword pinned to his waist, which looked tattered and rusty, and waved it casually.

A sword light swept past, incomparably brilliant and incomparable. Majestic, with an indomitable momentum. The space collapsed directly.

It gives people a feeling that there is no way to hide, and there is no way to avoid it.

The south felt that the hairs stood upside down. Creeps.

Where do you dare to hesitate at all, in the air, keep retreating. At the same time, a sledgehammer appeared in his hand.

The light is shining, the law is rolling, and a hard hammer comes over immediately.

This hammer seems to open the world, and the space is directly broken.

"Zheng!" There was a loud bang, and the rusty sword slashed directly at the sledgehammer.

Sparks splashed and the heavens and the earth shook. Space dissolves into nothingness.

A figure shot back backwards and slammed into the ground, and a large hole was smashed on the ground. Nanfang spat out a mouthful of blood directly.

One blow injured the south, and it really deserves to be a peerless demon qualification. Yan Yun is really good.

As soon as the light flickered, Yan Yun's figure had disappeared. Nanfang stood up, his eyes fell silent, "Yan Yun, you remember me, I will come to you again!"

As he spoke, the south rose into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

"How, Senior Brother Wang An is a little sure of it!" Wu Ying looked at Wang An with a smile, as if he wanted to see Wang An's joke.

Wang An thought for a little to know Wu Ying's plan.

If you want to spy on your own strength, it's good to gamble.

Wang An said quietly: "If you really deserve to be the first master of this session, I'm afraid I won't be able to take a move from him!"

Wu Ying was stunned for a while, and for a while he couldn't guess Wang An's true combat effectiveness.

You must know that Yan Yun's combat power is unparalleled, and there are very few people who take his move, Cheng Ling and Li Rong are talented, and other masters are defeated in one move.

Even the master of the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan just now was like this, it was the south that was comparable to the combat power of the Martial God. Could it be that Wang An has the fighting power of the south?

It's simply not possible. There are many explanations for not being able to take the next move, even if you don't have cultivation, you can also say that you can't take the next move.

No matter how Wu Ying looks, Wang An doesn't look like a special physique.

Although the combat effectiveness is not bad, if it is overestimated, it is almost the same to be able to fight with the Martial Sect of the Bone Refining Realm.

"Senior brother, you are here!" At this time, Hong Tao suddenly walked over.

Leng Xue also appeared, "What happened just now, there was a lot of movement!"

Leng Xue asked.

When the south fell to the ground, the earth shook, and the flood that had been cultivating woke up in the cold snow. It's finally out of customs.

Nixia has turned into a bird and stands on the shoulders of cold snow.

"There is an unbelievable figure among the new students, Yan Yun just defeated the Five Qi Dynasty Yuan, which is comparable to the southern part of the Martial God!" Wang An said with a slightly stern face.

Leng Xue nodded, thinking that Yan Yun was very powerful, otherwise Wang An would not have such an expression.

"Hehe, junior brother, don't panic, your combat effectiveness is not bad. The worst is that the top fifty will definitely be able to enter! It is also very likely to enter the top ten, and among the new students, there are not many people in the bone refining realm!" Gui Qing said comfortingly.

"You are Wang An!" At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared.

A group of people walked over.

One by one, they were strong, it was Le Tao and Fang Qun, who came over with a group of old students.

Gui Qing's face changed, and Gui Qing was only in the realm of bone refining.

Letao, Fang Qun is a character who practices the realm of muscles and condenses the five elements.

Gui Qing is much worse than them.

Wang An is not afraid, this group of people is also powerful, but the threat to Wang An is not too big.

At this time, he said expressionlessly: "Yes, it's me!"

"So you're Leng Xue?" Letao continued.

Leng Xue nodded silently.

"Very well, I'll give you a war letter today. Dare to fight in the ring!" Fang Qun said at this time.

Suddenly, the people around were in an uproar, Wang An and Leng Xue were a little impressed, and they didn't look like they had any special physique.

When he entered the academy, he only had the combat power of the realm of meat training and skin training.

Now, although my cultivation has gone further, I am afraid that if I can fight with the Bone Refining Realm, I will be able to fight the heavens. Again, this is an optimistic estimate.

Fang Qun and the others actually stared at Wang An. It's incredible.

It seems that he has not heard that Wang An has offended them. At the same time, Wang An, Leng Xue's year, seems to be not famous, if it weren't for the beginning of school, Wang An and their gambling battles and lost a lot of contribution points, I'm afraid there are really few people who remember Wang An.

There was a hint of murderous intent in Wang An's eyes: "Very good, very good, I don't know which senior brother wants to challenge!"

Leng Xue was even more simply: "I took it!"

As he spoke, he stepped out and flew directly into the ring. Leng Xuejiao shouted: "Which of you will fight!"

Wang An is also not polite, just looking for someone to practice his hands, and he can also evaluate his combat effectiveness.

Immediately, Wang An also stepped into another ring.

Stood there silent.

Le Tao frowned, and was about to fly up.

"How can you work the two senior brothers, it's up to the younger brother!" immediately the two walked out.

It was Le Tao, the person behind Fang Qun.

The two of them were powerful, and the four Yuan Qi were surging, and they were actually masters of the consummation of the bone refining realm.

They can be regarded as looking at Wang An.

These two people are Tu Wen, congratulatory letters. is higher than Gui Qing in the previous term.

Le Tao nodded: "It's okay for you to go!"

If it weren't for the vain order, they really didn't have the idea of dealing with Wang An, and among the new students, except for the top four masters, they really didn't pay attention to the others.

Tu Wen immediately flew up, as if a ray of light shot through, came to the ring, and confronted Leng Xue.

The powerful momentum soared into the sky, the light of the law was intertwined, and the four-colored vitality was tumbling, and a three-meter-sized tiger was condensed behind it, with wings on its back. It's actually a Flying Tiger.

It's the demon beast alchemy again, and the Flying Tiger is also a king beast, obviously he refines the essence blood of the king beast.

A powerful and ferocious aura emanated from the Flying Tiger's body, blending into the momentum, and it was even more powerful.

The space shredded directly and crashed towards the cold snow.

A grim smile appeared at the corner of Leng Xue's mouth.

With a flash of light, the sheathed blood dragon sword appeared in his hand. The sword was not unsheathed, and a strong, as if the actual murderous aura leaked out from the sword, the murderous aura was soaring, and the killing intent turned into endless blood and light intertwined, and swept directly over the past.

"Boom, boom, boom" sounded constantly, the air exploded, and the space shattered.

That murderous aura actually blocked Tu Wen's momentum.

Tu Wen's eyes shrank: "Five-turn spirit soldier! Just right, when it is sent to the door, I will laugh at it!"

As he spoke, Tu Wen made a move, and the light flashed, and a claw suddenly appeared on his hand, which was put on his finger.

The light is shining, the law is rolling, and it is also a four-turn spirit soldier.

That's a 100 million contribution point.

Tu Wen is also considered to be rich.

Immediately Tu Wen pounced, and the Flying Tiger behind him seemed to be one with Tu Wen, and it really turned into a three-meter-sized Flying Tiger and pounced directly.

Dancing with teeth and claws, each claw directly tears the space, and the strong momentum is terrifying.

There was a look of surprise in Wu Ying's eyes.

Leng Xue's sword, wasn't it pressed down when he was gambling. It was actually a fifth-turn spirit soldier, fortunately, at that time, Leng Xue and they used their means, and it looked like they were only three-turn spirit soldiers, otherwise there would be no way to repay the debt.

"Man and beast are one, and if you actually cultivate to this realm, you can turn into a demon beast in the next step. Awesome! I'll bet Tu Wen to win!" someone immediately shouted.

Immediately, Wu Ying gambled again. This time it's very careful, just one pays one.

In the face of Tu Wen's fierce attack, Leng Xue was unmoved, stepping on a mysterious step, and directly dodged.

The body is extremely fast, like a blood light.

So in the ring, a surprising scene appeared.

A flying tiger, majestic and majestic, constantly chasing and killing blood.

In the end, the speed became faster and faster, as if the ring was full of blood light and flying tigers.

Half of the sound couldn't catch up, and the Flying Tiger roared, and the sound shook the sky.

"Don't run away if there is a kind of cold snow!" Seeing that Leng Xue had five spirit soldiers, Tu Wen was a little worried.

Seeing that Leng Xue only knew how to dodge, Tu Wen immediately increased his confidence and shouted loudly.

"As you wish, as long as you take my own sword, even if I lose!" Leng Xue said loudly.

As soon as the words fell, "Zheng!" sounded, and the blood was shining, as if it was a shocking rainbow.

Endless killing intent scattered, as if the space was frozen. The people in the audience who watched the battle and cheered were all clever and shivered.

That sword is extremely strange, as if it is a killer sword, which makes people full of despair.

Directly triggering the momentum of heaven and earth, as if a heaven and earth swept past with the earth-shattering rainbow.

As soon as the light fell, the blood light disappeared, the murderous aura dissipated, and even the Flying Tiger was gone.

Leng Xue, Tu Wen, still facing each other, seems to be still confronting.

But the shouting from below had stopped.

These people are extremely discerning, and naturally know how to distinguish the winner from the loser. One by one, they were dumbfounded.

At this time, Tu Wen's arm fell.

A sword cut off Tu Wen's arms, if it weren't for the academy, where killing people was not allowed, I am afraid Tu Wen would have died.

Le Tao, Fang Qun's face changed greatly, this cold snow was unexpectedly strong.

At the same time, Wang An and Congratulatory Letter also started a battle.

The congratulatory letter slowly walked into the ring.

With every step, the momentum is a point stronger.

Tempest howls.

swept directly towards Wang An. It's actually the mood of the storm, and it's a direct attack on the mood of the storm.

Wang An was unmoved, the light flashed in his eyes, the thunder shone brightly, and he attacked directly, the sound of "poof, poof, poof" continued, and the thunder and wind all dissipated.

But as the congratulatory letter progressed.

The Thunder Festival retreated.

Obviously, the momentum competition, the artistic conception attack, and the congratulatory letter all have the upper hand.