"In that case, I'll come in the first game!"

Xiao Qingyu nodded.

They won all four games yesterday. In fact, it can't be said that they are strong, but that their opponents are too weak.

There are 18 advanced classes, and the last eight classes are very different from the first eight classes, while the top eight and the top five are also very different.

As for the top three, that's another level.

When Xiao Qingyu came on, Jerry didn't squint.

Zhan Rui knows that Xiao Qingyu is a monster with the spirit of a holy beast, so as soon as he plays, Zhan Rui immediately retreats.

Yesterday, I watched the one-day competition of senior class 9. Tutor CI Yu had already formulated a square array for them. In the first battle today, class 5 will undoubtedly win.

Seeing that Jerry turned back and retreated, Xiao Qingyu threw a fireball between his hands, banging and calling to Jerry.

Shua Shua

After a few dodges, Jerry turned around and threw a dozen throwing knives between his sleeves. The throwing knife was not a simple stab into the fireball.

At the moment of touching the fireball, it exploded.

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, the nine classes were surprised.

It seems that after the first battle yesterday, other classes have begun to take measures against five participants in class 9.

"Eh? Very powerful!" Xiao Qingyu was stunned and said with a smile: "open the distance and detonate my fireball with a throwing knife. It's good. It's smarter than those classes yesterday. It's a pity..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Qingyu lifted his palm and two fire snakes sprayed thin from between his hands.

The two fire snakes, glowing with cyan flame, suddenly expanded for tens of meters and rushed directly to Zhan Rui.

"Damn it!"

I thought that breaking Xiao Qingyu's fireball was a way to rest easy. As long as we spend time with him, we can ensure everything is safe. Unexpectedly, this guy, the sacred animal flame of the jade unicorn in his body, is actually changeable.

In this way, we can't just rely on the means of breaking the fireball.

Jerry raised his hand and a shield emerged from the package behind him.

With a shield in one hand and a throwing knife in the other, Zhan Rui looks cautious and keeps approaching Xiao Qingyu.

"It's a good mysterious weapon. It's a pity to meet me!"

Xiao Qingyu silk stepped forward without fear.

Roar

The fire snake suddenly roared and rushed directly to Jerry the next moment.

The crackling sound sounded, and Zhan Rui's whole figure was surrounded by the fire snake. The next moment, a dull Bang spread, and Zhan Rui fell to the ground.

Lose!

"The first game, senior class nine wins!"

With a sigh of breath, Xiao Qingyu stepped down from the challenge arena.

"It seems that other classes have begun to think about ways to deal with us!"

Seeing Xiao Qingyu coming down, Moyang frowned.

"Well, yes, the next competition will be more and more difficult, but... We will also be stronger and stronger!" Xiao Qingyu smiled.

At this point, it is impossible for them to give up.

Class 9 is treated unfairly. Only five people can play. They won't complain.

However, they will rely on five people to kill a thoroughfare all the way to heaven and beat the face of Xiao Buyu and Luo Fu.

"Sorry, tutor Ciyu!"

"Waste, you don't even have the qualification to say sorry!" Looking at Zhan Rui, CI Yu said coldly, "I've explained to you again and again about the means of fighting Xiao Qingyu, but you're still defeated. Get out!"

"Yes!"

Facing the ferocity of CI Yu, Zhan Rui retreated without saying a word.

"The second game, Zhen Ping, you come!"

"Yes!"

A burly man stepped onto the challenge arena.

This man is nearly one meter nine tall, almost one head higher than Geng Xinyu. What's more terrible is that the muscles of his whole body look terrible.

"Grandpa Zhen Ping comes on, the cowards of class 9, who comes up and dies!"

"Hum, you're tough, I'll come!" Hearing the burly man's words, Geng Xinyu couldn't help it.

Seeing Geng Xinyu coming on stage, Moyang's eyes fell on Mu Yun under the challenge arena. Seeing that Mu Yun nodded, he didn't stop him.

"Hey, you boy, I thought you just came to make soy sauce. I didn't expect you to play again!" Looking at Geng Xinyu, Zhen Ping laughed and said, "it looks strong, but it's a pity... It's doomed to be beaten."

Geng Xinyu is only 18 years old. He looks 1.8 meters tall, powerful and majestic. The whole person gives a strong and honest feeling.

It's just that this figure looks weaker in front of Zhen Ping.

Moreover, he is only the triple realm of spirit cave realm. His realm is not high. The only reliance is Wang BA's golden body.

Mu Yun is very familiar with Wang BA's golden body.

Wang BA's golden body pays attention to the spirit of Wang ba. Every level of cultivation is a regeneration of the physical body of the warrior. If Wang BA's golden body is cultivated to the extreme, it can tear mountains and rivers and destroy the starry sky in one hand.

However, Wang BA's golden body, the most important thing is here.

Domineering spirit!

If the cultivation of Wang BA's golden body can cultivate the Qi of Wang Ba, then this martial art can be regarded as entering the door and reaching the threshold.

But just touching the threshold is extremely difficult.

With the talents of Geng Xinyu and Xuanyuan Zhe, the cultivation of King BA's golden body only has its shape, not its God.

It's powerful to really cultivate the domineering spirit.

However, even if he didn't cultivate the domineering spirit, Geng Xinyu's own physical quality and the hard training and training during this period of time.

It's hard to break his defense as long as he's not a martial artist in the five levels of spirit cave!

"Hey, hey... Although you are bigger than me, your strength... Tut tut..." Geng Xinyu put his middle finger and disdained.

"Arrogance!"

Zhen Ping shouted angrily, and his iron fist burst out.

Facing Zhen Ping, Geng Xinyu also appeared in his first battle. Although Geng Xinyu was laughing on the surface, he was not careless in his heart.

Bang

When the two fists intersected and the sound sounded, the people could obviously feel the power accumulated in the two figures at what level.

"Come again!"

Geng Xinyu didn't beat Zhen Ping with one punch. He felt very humiliated. He turned back and blew out another punch.

"King's language!"

A sharp punch, without any fancy moves, is just a punch and blows out directly.

Dong

This time, Zhen Ping didn't fight back, but he didn't fight back.

One punch followed by another. There were two figures on the field. I don't know how many punches were thrown in succession.

In the end, a bang sounded, Geng Xinyu was out of breath, while on the other side, Zhen Ping's face was blue and blue, and his eyes had long been swollen and narrowed a slit.

Burst and fell to the ground.

"Class 9 won the Second World War."

With the sound of the referee, the second game is over.

Geng Xinyu appeared for the first time, one after another, and seemed to make endless fist strength greet Zhen Ping, which left a deep impression on everyone present.

"Hey, hey..."

Turning back, Geng Xinyu smiled with pride.

Finally, I earned a face for class 9!

"I really don't know. I teach you waste all day. What are you doing?" Looking at Zhen Ping's defeat, CI Yu's face was blue.

He is the head teacher of senior class 5. The whole senior class, the first five classes, the second five classes and the last eight classes, is completely three levels.

Class 9 has just been promoted to senior class. Specifically, it is class 18.

Class 5 and class 8 were defeated. He didn't care, but class 5 in his hands must not lose.

"The third scene, Ziyu, you come!"

Thorn Yu said coldly, "you are the second in our class 5, second only to song Jingcai. In this game, you have to win anyway. If you lose, don't blame your tutor for being impolite."

"Don't worry, if you lose, Ziyu will have no face to stay in class 5!"

"Yes!"

The third game, senior class 5, Ziyu came on.

"Well, it's over!" In the third game, only mu Fengxing, Moyang and Lin Zhi didn't play.

Moyang said, "there are two games left. Feng Xing and I will play. Lin Zhi, this round, you can have a rest. The next battle is class 4, class 3, class 2 and class 1!"

"Good!"

The game has reached this stage. It is no longer to show off heroes and save face, but to win class 9.

After all, the hopes of 110 students are hanging on them. More importantly, the shepherd who often seems to be fooling around.

He paid more than anyone else. Even for him, he had to go to the end.

"Moyang!"

One step out, Moyang arched his hand.

"Come out with the sword. You can't win me without the sword!" Looking at Moyang, Ziyu said coldly, "of course, you may not be able to defeat me if you use the sword!"

Looking at Ziyu, in Moyang's hand, a long blue sword was slowly pulled out.

Green dragon sword, medium grade mysterious weapon.

"Since the sword comes out, then... One move to solve it!"

what!

Hearing Moyang's arrogant words, the audience were stunned, envious, ridiculed, admired and abused.

The swordsman with the highest sword intention is so proud.

Moyang was just a troublemaker in Beiyun city in those days. However, Muyun deeply understood that once the sword idea awakened, the growth of a swordsman was beyond going.

This is the strength of the swordsman and the ethereal meaning of the sword.

"Arrogance!"

Hearing Moyang's words, Ziyu was furious. He was the second genius of senior class 5. He had five levels of spiritual acupoint realm and opened the first acupoint orifice Guanyuan acupoint. Even if Moyang was powerful, he just understood the meaning of the peak sword. What's arrogant!

"Kill!"

Between his sleeves, two daggers were hidden, and Ziyu's figure flashed and went straight to the dark sun.

"Nine forms of killing heaven, in one form!"

Faint words sounded from Moyang's mouth. The green Jiao sword in his hand was like a blue figure, turned into fragments, as if it had disappeared into Moyang's hand.

But the next moment, the green Jiao sword appeared in Moyang's hands again.

Two jingles rang out, and two daggers fell in Ziyu's arms. His arms and sleeves hissed and broke, revealing two arms.

Take back the sword and turn around. Moyang doesn't go to see the Ziyu anymore.

The outcome is clear.

"It's not over yet. Come back!" Just at this moment, a cry sounded on his back. Then, Moyang only felt that a killing intention came on his back.