Chapter 100

On the soul fighting field, all the students of Quan Shenfeng were watching Qin Jian's escape. It was as comfortable as drinking ice water in summer.

"Wind and cloud dance, come on! Sacred wind college will win!"

One after another shouts were heard everywhere.

But they didn't notice that Qin Jian's position was getting closer and closer to the wind and cloud dance in the center.

"You must spend another 30% of your soul power..."

At this time, Qin Jian suddenly threw a long sword with the spirit of martial arts at one stroke, and his body was wrapped with the spirit of sword: "the unity of man and sword!"

A sword light came like electricity, and before everyone reacted, it had hit the largest wind roll in the center.

But Fengyun dance seemed to be ready. Her hands opened and closed, and her bright yellow Soul Ring lit up: "the second soul skill, storm tornado!"

"Boom!"

The wind rolls of the whole audience suddenly gathered, rolled into the central storm one by one, and then fiercely collided with the towering sword light of Qin Jian.

Everyone held their breath.

"Bang..."

At this time, there was a crisp sound, the sword light broke, and the Wu soul long sword was inserted upside down on the ground.

But before the students of sacred wind college cheered, Fengyun dance suddenly had unstable soul power. Her face changed: "Qin Jian, get out of here! I can't control it!"

However, it's too late. At the next moment, all the storm clouds expand around and explode!

"Boom!"

The figures of Qin Jian and Fengyun dance were almost thrown away by the storm at the same time and fell straight to the cliff on that side

"Ah --"

Everyone exclaimed.

And yanzhining and the senior management of Shenfeng college almost opened the martial soul at the same time, so they need to rescue.

But Qin Jian, who was about to fall off the cliff in mid air, suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed Fengyun dance's wrist, and then looked at the Wu soul in the center of the battle platform: "exchange!"

The fire dance under the stage brightened his eyes.

"Shua!"

The next moment, everyone's eyes were dazzled, and then they saw Qin Jian and Fengyun dance reappear in the center of the battle platform.

And the martial spirit of the past dissipated slowly and returned to Qin Jian's body

There was silence.

"Hoo Hoo..."

Qin Jian gasped slightly, then stood up with Fengyun Dance: "it was too dangerous just now. You can burst such an exaggerated wind..."

The face of Fengyun dance was extremely pale, which obviously overdrawn the strength of the whole body.

She even couldn't stand steadily, so she could only lean on Qin Jian.

"Thank you... Thank you for saving me..."

The girl whispered with shame in her eyes: "I tried my best to attack you, but you were willing to save me..."

"Don't say that. Even without me, I believe your teacher will save you."

Qin Jian is too lazy to take this credit.

"How are you now? Do you want to continue playing?" he asked.

Fengyun dance smiled bitterly, and then raised his hand: "teacher, I admit defeat!"

"Alas..."

The students of Shenfeng college sighed, and their senior teachers were also surprised. Unexpectedly, Fengyun dance, which had high hopes, failed to win.

"Qin Jian..."

Before getting off the stage, Fengyun dance suddenly turned back and seriously said to Qin Jian, "thank you for your mercy this time. I know you didn't do your best in the collision at that time. Thank you for saving me. I will always remember you!"

The last sentence almost blurted out. The beautiful smile on the girl's face not only stunned Qin Jian, but also made the students of Shenfeng college howl.

"Sister Yunwu, you are the goddess of our college. You can't be reserved!"

"Ah! How could this happen! My goddess!"

"Qin Jian, you are crazy!"

“……”

All kinds of attacks came from all directions, which made Qin Jian sweat on his forehead.

How could he know that Fengyun dance has such a high popularity in Shenfeng college? Besides, he is really not merciful. There is a funny day behind him. He is saving his strength!

Seeing binger's face like cold ice in the water and the fire dance with his eyes, he felt that the pot was fixed.

But... What's the ghost expression of Fire Dance... Does it have anything to do with her

Qin Jian smiled at shuibing'er, turned his eyes at Huowu, and then turned his head to look at the wind and laughter day who had just come up.

"We're on the right side again, laughing," he said casually.

Feng Xiaotian has a black mask and can't see his face clearly, but his wolf like eyes and his fists have revealed his mood.

"Qin Jian..."

It was like a voice from the Abyss: "you already have water and ice, why... Provoke fire dance?"

"Don't get involved. I have nothing to do with fire dance." Qin Jian waved his hand at will.

But Feng Xiaotian obviously wouldn't believe it. The strong soul power fluctuation on him began to spread.

"Although it is invincible, I will step on you for the sake of fire dance!"

Feng Xiaotian directly launched the third soul skill, and the whole person floated into the air: "it's my own soul skill. The two wings of the high wind cut nine times in a row, but you lost four people in a row. Can you stop it now?"

All eyes focused on him, and the senior management of Shenfeng college had smiled.

They know that no matter how bad the means are, at least this time, the face of Shenfeng college has been saved, and no one can continue to take the wind and smile after Lien Chan's four men.

"Qin Jian..."

There was fine sweat in Shui binger's clenched hands.

"Teacher, can I play?" Fire Dance suddenly came forward.

She also knows that Qin Jian's soul power and spiritual power have been exhausted to the extreme, and it is almost impossible to resist the self created soul skill of Feng Xiaotian.

But the teacher of ChiHuo college shook his head and said, "Qin Jian's efforts are useless now. The momentum he created to break through the sacred wind college has also been vented."

Yan Zhining nodded solemnly: "up to now, we can only see whether Qin Jian can win. If we change people, we will break the skill."

Shuibing'er didn't participate in their discussion. She just looked deeply at Qin Jian and the boy who never gave up.

Can he still win?

"The wind's wings cut nine times in a row, the first cut!"

At this time, the wind and laughter finally began.

But Qin Jian calmly summoned his own long sword, and then threw it at Feng Xiaotian at will.

"Do you want to use the martial spirit to pick up my Lian cut? Daydream!"

Seeing Feng Xiaotian flapping his wings at a high speed in the air, his body quickly turned and re aimed at Qin Jian.

"Knowing that you want to use my power to resist superposition, how can I continue to let you do it?"

Qin Jian smiled. His figure suddenly disappeared from the eyes of Feng Xiaotian and was replaced by Wu soul long sword.

"Whew!"

And Feng Xiaotian also failed to cut on the Wu soul, because the long sword returned to Qin Jian again at a fast speed.

Compared with the speed, the return of Wu soul to the noumenon is naturally much faster than Feng Xiaotian's soul skill.

"Shua Shua..."

Feng Xiaotian, waving his wings, ran after Qin Jian, but Qin Jian didn't touch him at all