Chapter 3 Show the Sword

The sun has only half a face left, and the afterglow of the setting sun is stingy on the court.

Hu Yang stood beside Song Qian, as if he wanted to guard against the other party, but he did not make a defensive posture. Chen Chen and Li Yuan looked at the other two people with great interest.

Song Qian unremittingly looked at Hu Yang's slightly thin body and shouted loudly to the kick-offer, "Give me the ball directly. I want to play singles!"

Those who play ball with Song Qian are classmates who like to please him. They won't have any objection to his requirements and quickly pass the ball out.

Song Qian, who was holding the ball, saw Hu Yang standing casually. He snorted angrily and quickly rushed to the basket with the ball. When he passed Hu Yang, he saw that the other party seemed to have no response and stopped proudly. However, when he continued to prepare to dribble, his face began to become extremely ugly, because his The hand was empty, but I don't know when the basketball appeared in Hu Yang's hand!

Chen Chen saw how Song Qian's ball was broken. Just as Song Qian made a demonstrative breakthrough from Hu Yang, Hu Yang's hand appeared on the trajectory of the forward movement of the basketball in advance, as if he had already known that the basketball would pay there. The ball seemed to have life and flew directly to his hand.

Song Qian saw Hu Yang's still unchanged expression. A nameless fire rushed straight to his forehead, like a big grizzly bear that only eats people, and rushed to Hu Yang!

Chen Chen almost shouted angrily. Song Qian's movements were rough and completely aimed at people, but before he was ready to teach Song Qian a lesson, another scene surprised him appeared!

Score the ball, wear the gear, pass the person, catch the ball, shoot the ball, score!

Everything is like a fixed picture, which is extremely clear and extremely strange. All the people stared at the ball falling, and even a guy standing under the basket was hit in the head by the ball or opened his mouth with dementia, including Song Qian...

Hu Yang walked to the edge of the ball that was still gently bouncing, grabbed the ball with one hand, turned around, and said to a group of people in a daze, "It should be three balls to win, right?"

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"Wo!" In the last ball, Hu Yang flew in the air like a big bird and smashed the basketball into the basket under the light of the court! The movement stretched like walking in the clouds. Some people attracted by the bullfight cheered loudly. They had never seen such an amazing bounce and beautiful slam dunk in high school.

Song Qian was so tired that he was out of breath. It was already 29 to 0. His eyes were congested, and his face was unwilling. He shouted loudly, "Continue, another ball!" If you score one more goal, I will admit defeat!"

Hu Yang put the ball gently on the ground, turned around and left. A faint word was extremely harsh in Song Qian's heart: "No, no matter how long it takes, it will be the same result. I didn't suck and continue to play with the waste."

With a roar, Song Qian rushed towards Hu Yang like crazy. Chen Chen originally wanted to stop it, but he hesitated for a moment and gave up. He knew very well that Hu Yang was not that simple, and Song Qian did not have that ability to bring him much trouble.

As expected, Song Qian had consumed a lot of physical strength because of playing the ball. This sudden attack was completely supported by anger. After Hu Yang gently dodged him, the psychological and physiological double blow made him lie on the ground for a long time without getting up.

Chen Chen Chen sighed softly. Although he didn't like Song Qian very much, after all, he was a classmate. He still stepped forward to pull Song Qian up and comforted him, "Don't be too discouraged. He is not at the same level as us!"

Song Qian shook off Chen Chen's hands and said, "You don't have to pretend. Isn't he with you?" I just want to humiliate me. Now I'm satisfied! Don't be proud too early. One day, I will make you suffer a hundred times more!" After saying that, he left by himself. Several of his followers did not dare to approach him when they saw that he was angry, and his fading figure looked extremely lonely.

Chen Chen shrugged his shoulders and said to Li Yuan, "Let's go. Today, we have all become supporting roles. It's really boring to make that little white face stand out."

Li Yuan said with a smile, "However, seeing Song Qian's depressed appearance is still worthy of our time, but he seems to misunderstand that Hu Yang was found by us."

"Never mind him, the misunderstanding will be misunderstood. We and Song Qian are already enemies. The old hatred and the new cruelty are free to him. Anyway, we just have a clear conscience." Chen Chen put on his coat and said indifferently, "I'll go home first. Shall we go together?"

"I have something else to do. You go first." Li Yuan waved his hand and motioned Chen Chen to go first.

"That's good, BYEBYE." After saying goodbye to Li Yuan, Chen Chen rode his bicycle and headed home.

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Why, why did you lose to that little white face? I, Song Qian, lost to Chen Chen, do I have to lose to others again? Let someone teach them a lesson? No, my father will definitely not agree. So let them go like this? No, I don't want to! I want to win. I want everyone to know that Song Qian is not easy to mess with without relying on his father!

Song Qian lay on the bench in the middle of the street park, with a pile of beer cans beside him. He sat and stood up for a while, his eyes were red, as if he wanted to choose someone to eat! The silent shout in his heart, and the scene of being humiliated by Hu Yang on the court echoed in his mind from time to time, which was more difficult for him to accept than being knocked down by Chen Chen at the beginning.

A black fog appeared beside Song Qian. He unconsciously poured wine into his mouth and thought of it in his ear with a cold hum. The piercing coldness made Song Qian wake up. He opened his eyes and a large number of people around. He found that he was in a darkness. His five senses seemed to have disappeared, and the sudden change made Song Qian was very afraid.

"Who? Who is pretending to be a ghost again? Song Qian shouted loudly.

An old man with a wooden stick and a gray robe appeared in front of Song Qian. The dense wrinkles made his face look like a dried orange peel. His whole body seemed to exude a stale smell. He looked at Song Qian, sighed in a low voice, and said, "The blood of the witch is about to be cut off. It's hard to find out. A descendant, but he didn't expect it to be such a waste.

Song Qian was originally a little afraid of this very abrupt old man, but when he heard the old man say that he was a waste, his blood seemed to be boiling. He shouted loudly, "I'm not a waste!" I'm not a waste! One day, I will make all those who underestimate me pay the price!"

A surging flame gushed out of his body. The place that was originally shrouded in black fog was burned by this flame. Song Qian felt that an indescribable force seemed to suddenly appear in his body. He seemed to see a giant running on the wilderness to chase the sun in the sky!

Before Song Qian could think about the source of power, the flames all over his body suddenly disappeared, and then there was a emptiness in his body, and his whole body fainted on the ground.

The old man muttered excitedly, "The descendants of Kuafu! Great inheritance between generations! There is hope for the rejuvenation of the witch clan, and there is hope for the revival of the witch clan!" It is said that the whole person disappeared into the darkness again, and Song Qian was also rolled up by the black fog and began to slowly disappear.

Just as the park was about to calm down, the black fog trembled, and the old man appeared again. He looked coldly at Chen Chen, who was riding a bicycle passing by the park. He casually threw down a dark shadow and said, "Those who dare to insult the witch clan, kill them without mercy!" As for that little fox, hum, Qingqiu, there is always a time to understand our grudges!"

"It's almost, it's almost time. The day when my witch clan regains the glory of the wilderness is not far away! Hahaha!" With a harsh smile, the old man disappeared with Song Qian. Chen Chen, who was stepping on the bicycle, did not notice the danger at this time, and still drove slowly towards the house.

A blood-red moon pupil was staring at Chen Chen on the roof. The figure under the moonlight was surprisingly tall, as if it was more than three meters high, and it was like a big brown bear.

"Chen Chen, stop. A guest appeared." Bai Qi's voice sounded in Chen Chen's ears.

Chen Chen stopped the bike and said doubtfully, "What guest is coming?"

Soon, Chen Chen knew the answer, but it was not Bai Qi who told him that a gust of wind blew, and Chen Chen reflexively bounced up from the seat and rolled aside.

"Oh! Damn, I just bought a mountain bike!" The first thing Chen Chen, who was nervous, noticed was the bicycle that had turned into a piece of scrap metal, and then noticed the appearance of the culprit: his furry beast-like body, his tongue was slender like a straw, stretching, saliva dripping from the big mouth full of sharp teeth, and falling to the ground corroding with light smoke. A small pit.

Chen Chen looked at each other with a tongue, "Atypical? Werewolf? Resident Evil?

Although it is not clear what this is, it is certain that the other party has bad intentions, and more importantly, his mountain bike was smashed!

With Bai Qi's support, Chen Chen Chen was much more bold. Although he didn't know how powerful the monster in front of him was, he still rushed forward without fear and kicked the monster's head directly.

If it was an ordinary person, it would be a rupture of the cervical spine, but the monster did not move. It was firmly hit, directly stretched out his claws to grab Chen Chen's leg, and threw Chen Chen out directly like a thing.

When he hit the wall, Chen Chen only felt like he was scattered all over. He moaned and shouted, "Damn! Lao Bai, why don't you come out to help? Do you want me to be eaten by a creature that is so ugly that I don't know what it is this time?

After setting up the blood deed, Bai Qi merged with Chen Chen with the sword. However, Chen Chen strongly protested against Bai Qi's ghosts. It was stipulated that Bai Qi could not appear except for his summoning. Unexpectedly, Bai Qi actually agreed, so Chen Chen, who couldn't beat the other party now, began to summon Bai Qi.

With a soft sound, Chen Chen's hand suddenly had a sword. Compared with the previous one, the dragon pattern was obvious and darkly shiny. As soon as he picked up the sword, Chen Chen felt that there seemed to be a huge force in his body. Without saying hello, he jumped up and rushed to the monster again. For Chen Chen, who had just tickled himself, the blood-eating demon stood in place disdainfully.

Chen Chen did not remind the other party of his obligation. It was a sword. The cold wind brought by the blade made the blood-eating demon instinctively feel the danger. He looked up and jumped back.

Chen Chen didn't expect that although the blood-eating demon was big, its speed was not weak. A virtual shadow flashed and dodged Chen Chen's sword, and then patted his shoulder with one claw.

Chen Chen, who had never used a sword, made his moves old. At this time, it was no longer easy to dodge in the air. It was worth twisting his body and making his shoulders hard. However, Chen Chen was only in pain but not hurt. Chen Chen, who was full of fire, soon rushed forward and twisted with the blood-eating demon again.

Bai Qi's voice laughed and scolded: "Idiot! Stupid! You are using a sword, not a stick. What's the use of knocking around! Think back to the swordsmanship you saw yesterday!" After Chen Chen was face to face by the monster again, he calmed down. What he hated most was to fight and greet his face!

Chen Chen jumped back and dodged the attack of the blood-eating demon. He closed his eyes and was immersed in the wonderful realm when he watched the sword yesterday. It seemed that there were no monsters and no himself here. There was only a sword, hanging the world!

The unspeakable sense of crisis constantly reminded the blood-eating demon to escape, but he was controlled by the witchcraft and could not leave without killing Chen Chen. It howled and rushed to Chen Chen with all its strength, trying to eliminate the uneasiness in his heart, but in his eyes, Chen Chen, who was originally an ordinary prey, flashed golden light, and a golden yellow. The dragon virtual shadow coiled around Chen Chen Chen's body, and the blood-eating demon went down and patted on the virtual dragon shadow. Chen Chen did not move at all, and then the "click" sounded, and the monster's arm was actually broken by abruptly!

He howled and held his broken wrist, and the crazy blood flashed in the eyes of the blood-eating demon. The old man's witchcraft conflicted with the instinct of survival. After a while, the blood-eating demon's eyes turned into faint green. He temporarily broke free from the control of the witchcraft and turned around and wanted to leave quickly.

As soon as Chen Chen opened his eyes, the golden light in his pupils flashed. The blood-eating demon had just stepped out of his feet, but he was surprised to find that he could not move. The air around him seemed to be condensed together and became a cage that besieged him. He struggled hard, but it had no effect at all. His bones creaked all over his body, but he still failed to take even half a step.

Chen Chen held a sword alone. The huge pressure made the ground around the blood-eating demon begin to crack. The blood-eating demon struggled to twist his body to stay away from here...

"Under the world, is it the king's land!"

The ground burst into pieces, and the splashed sand and stones did not scatter, but condensed together, wrapping the blood-eating demon into a ball.

"The shore of the earth, is it the king's minister!"

The ball turned into sand and falling, and the blood-eating demon was silently crushed. If it hadn't been for the earthy yellow soil stained with a touch of red blood, I would have thought it had escaped.

Chen Chen looked up to the sky and roared, and the Kunwu sword in his hand kept trembling. The bloody sword spirit kept piercing out, making a squealing soft sound. Suddenly, a dragon roar sounded. Chen Chen's sword pointed to the sky, and a shocking sword pierced the sky, like a golden roaring dragon!