Chapter 371

The disciple of Xiaoshan sword sect didn't even have a chance to get up.

He was holding his hands on the ground and just wanted to get up.

Tension has come to him.

Then he stretched out a leg and stepped heavily on each other's back.

A bang.

The body of Xiaoshan sword sect disciple fell to the ground again.

I struggled for a long time before, but now I'm announced by tension that all my previous efforts have been wasted.

Tension squats down and punches down.

Hit each other on the head.

Then he raised his arm and another heavy punch fell.

At this time, the tension seems to be an tireless robot.

Keep closing and punching.

His fist was full of blood and mixed with some yellow and white things.

It's disgusting.

And now.

Whether it was Xiaoshan Jianzong or the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college, they were silent. Without the previous noise, they stared at the tension riding on Xiaoshan Jianzong's disciples, kept waving their fists and smashing their opponents' heads.

That head looks like ShaQima.

If you mend your brain, you will feel thrilled.

"Well, the outcome is divided!" Finally, the middle-aged man in charge of the referee of Xiaoshan Jianzong couldn't hold his breath and said.

He didn't think the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect died miserably. He just felt that tension was wasting time by continuing to wave his fist like this.

Like this.

It looks like you haven't killed anyone.

Tension's eyes were red and looked particularly ferocious. He turned a deaf ear to the words of the middle-aged man. Finally, Yue Xincheng came forward and pulled him up.

"You've won."

Tension turned his face and looked at Yue Xincheng, then gradually regained his composure. Then he looked at the body of Xiaoshan sword sect disciple, and suddenly his face turned white, as if he had been frightened.

Yue Xincheng took his neck, walked back and said, "as for..."

"As for." Tension bit his teeth and whispered, "Li Hui lost too badly. I don't do this. Other students don't have the courage."

Yue Xincheng was slightly stunned and couldn't help turning his face and looking at tension.

He really didn't expect that the boy should think so far.

That sounds reasonable.

Although tension just acted like a pervert and madman, it is undeniable that the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college are feeling hot blood for it.

For the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect.

The expression of tension is to pour a basin of cold water on them and give them a blow in the head.

Let them realize that the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college are not so easy to bully.

Singing, looking at tension, suddenly remembered what volon said to himself last night.

For the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college, this is a rebirth of nirvana.

At that time, Gao Ge felt that what Fu Long said was reasonable. Seeing the current performance of tension, he patted his thigh.

What Voron said makes no sense.

For tension, after this battle, his Tao heart will be forged harder.

It's like a piece of iron. After fire and beating, it finally casts a sword.

The only thing to worry about is whether it will be too much. What if tension becomes a cold-blooded madman?

Fortunately, tension is still a student of Haicheng Xiuxian college. He can get some guidance. As long as he pays a little attention, this problem will no longer be a problem.

to make a long story short.

Such a transformation is definitely a good thing for tension.

The body of Zhang's opponent was also dragged away by other disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect.

Just throw it aside, and then no one will ask.

It's like treating a dead dog.

Even the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect who looked in that direction were indifferent in their eyes.

Therefore, Gao Ge feels more and more that the students of his own Haicheng Xiuxian college are more lovely.

Be kind.

The competition continues.

Because of the excellent performance of tension, it finally helped Haicheng Xiuxian college to regain its city.

Now the score is one to one.

The students of Haicheng Xiuxian college need to adjust their mentality before. Now the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect need to adjust their mentality.

After Liang Qiu's victory, the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect had unprecedented self-confidence.

But tension slapped them again.

They realized that the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college were not as vulnerable as they thought.

Next competition.

The students of Haicheng Xiuxian college still won.

It can be seen that in adjusting mentality.

The students of Haicheng Xiuxian college did better.

In the fourth game, the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect won again.

Another student from Haicheng Xiuxian college fell down.

Singing is tangled.

He really didn't know how many students he could bring back alive this time.

Watching the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect die here, his heart was unspeakably happy.

But when the students of Haicheng Xiuxian college died here, he was in heartbreaking pain.

no way out.

Singing is such a simple and direct person.

Time flies.

By the time the sun hit three poles, nine games were played.

Five wins and four losses.

Five people died here at Haicheng Xiuxian college.

It was also the time of half-time. He stood up and walked to Lord Zhou.

"Lord Zhou, please let Xiaoshan sword sect prepare coffins for the bodies of my students." Sing.

Lord Zhou looked at the song and was surprised: "are you going to bury them?"

"No, I'll take them back." Sing quietly.

"..." Lord Zhou looked at the song, thought for a moment and smiled.

In fact, he doesn't understand the idea of singing.

Just like those Xiaoshan sword sect disciples who lost to Haicheng Xiuxian college, Lord Zhou didn't even look at their bodies.

Don't say prepare coffins for them.

It's not necessary to dig a hole and bury it.

Because these people are the disgrace of Xiaoshan sword sect. Since they are dead, they should be thrown on the back mountain and eaten by wild animals. It can be regarded as a contribution to Xiaoshan sword sect.

"OK, I promise you, but we don't have any coffins here. Instead, we have a big box that can hold many bodies." Lord Zhou narrowed his eyes and said, "maybe it can hold 15 bodies."

"Fifteen?" Singing and sneering, "then I don't think I can use such a big one. If I can fit five, it's almost enough."

"You're too confident." Lord Zhou shook his head and said.

Sing and smile: "I've always been so confident."

Lord Zhou nodded gently. He didn't continue to argue with Gao Song. He just stood up and left temporarily.

Sang a long sigh of relief and sat down again.

Looking at the martial arts field below, it is still a mark of blood.

After a while, the disciples of Xiaoshan sword sect brought a big box. l0ns3v3