Chapter 165. Short-haired youth

"It's really weak." The young man shook his head and flicked his fingers gently. The muscular man was immediately blown away, spewing out a mouthful of blood in the air, and fell to the ground heavily.

"I'll do it!"

"I'll do it!"

......

The three people attacked the young man at the same time, but the result was still the same. He was easily blocked by the young man with one finger, and then flew away and spit blood.

Next, everyone rushed up one after another, and dozens of people smashed at the man, like a colorful fireworks blooming.

The young man no longer used his fingers this time, but instead stretched out his right palm and slapped at these attacks. Suddenly, all the attacks were scattered by one palm. At the same time, dozens of strong winds hit these people. These people turned upside down and fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

But this did not scare away these geniuses. More people rushed up, and hundreds of people launched gorgeous attacks on the thin young people, and finally mixed together to form a mixed energy mass.

The young man was a little dignified at this moment, and finally spit out a few characters.

"The big waves are surging."

A turbulent river appeared in front of him out of thin air. The river kept surging, and the speed was getting faster and faster, forming waves. Finally, there were huge waves that raised dozens of meters high.

The energy mass hit the river, setting off a violent collision. However, in the river, the energy mass is weaker every time it is hit by the waves, and it will be photographed dozens of times almost every second. After only half a minute, the energy mass collapses and dissolves into the river.

"This..." Those people looked pale and looked at the turbulent river. The attack just now was their full attack. They took the big move of hundreds of people without dodging. This strength has indeed thrown them a few blocks away, and it's really true to say that they are useless.

"Damn." Some people don't want to think about it, and at the same time, they have a strong interest in the martial arts and cultivation secrets of Qinglong College.

"If I study for a year, I can become as strong as him." This is what everyone thinks.

"A bunch of waste." The cynical young man said disdainfully that the other nine people had not spoken from beginning to end. It seemed that such a level of battle could no longer interest them.

"What?" The young man suddenly glanced at Jun Ziyan in the crowd and suddenly grabbed her from the air.

Huang Fu Zhan's eyes fluctuated. He did not take action, but there was a trace of curiosity in his eyes.

Jun Wuji stood in front of Ziyan and blocked this scratch, with a trace of coldness in his eyes.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and the people around him were still in an instant. Ye Fan only felt a force of freezing time freezing himself, and his thinking became extremely slow, as if he was about to stagnate.

"Break it for me!" Ye Fan roared in his heart. This force was expelled by him, and then his pupils shrank fiercely.

The young man who had just been extremely arrogant had fallen to the ground, and there was a blood hole in his body, and blood flowed. And Jun Wuji still stood beside him, as if he had done nothing.

"What's going on!"

"Who hurt the man!"

"It was fine just now. Why did it suddenly fall to the ground?"

Everyone looked surprised and didn't understand why the young man who was just like a god had already lying down at this moment.

"It's really the meaning of time." A strong look of appreciation flashed in Huangfu Zhan's eyes, and his eyes were extremely soft.

"What a domineering time." Ye Fan was extremely afraid in his heart. Just now, even he was fixed for a moment. Although he was the first to break free than everyone, the master often only needs a moment to decide the victory or defeat in the battle.

"Very good, very good. You have been respected by us. You are different from that group of rubbish. One of the ten short-haired young people clapped his hands and looked at Jun Wunian with a cautious look in his eyes.

"Next time, if anyone dares to take action against Ziyan, I will kill him." Jun Wu Nian changed his usual gentleness and said coldly.

The cold and peerless face, a strong force, a slender posture, and an angry face made the girls completely intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Even the senior sisters on the stage looked at Jun Wunian with a little shyness and could not resist such charm.

"Challenge, continue, I'll face you. I'm the strongest one of them. If you defeat me, the rest of you don't have to challenge me. Don't worry, I only maintain the strength of eight levels of status." The short-haired young man who had just spoken stood up, said domineeringly, and put countless prohibitions on him at the same time.

The breath on his body began to decline rapidly from the fifth level of Bailianjing, and finally fell to the eighth level of status. These prohibitions can be unlocked by him at will, but it will take some time to unlock them. In the battle, it is impossible for the opponent to let him to unlock the ban like this, that is to say, his strength is indeed fixed on the eighth level of status, of course. High-quality true elements and realms cannot be restrained.

After what he said, dozens of people were moved and came to power one after another. After the lesson just now, those who dare to go up now are people who have confidence in their own strength. The weakest person also has the strength of eight levels of status.

The two sides did not say anything and took action directly.

The short-haired young man instantly turned into a phantom, and in half a breath, he flashed in front of these dozens of people.

Then a surprising scene happened. The short-haired young man slowly pulled out the long knife at his waist. The whole movement was extremely slow, but his opponent was uncomfortable to spit blood. Obviously, the other party's action was extremely slow, but his own movement was slower, and his thinking was countless times faster than the action, which made them extremely crazy.

Then in everyone's speechless eyes, the short-haired young man slowly waved his long knife and sent out a fierce knife gas. Nine people were the first, and the nine people vomited blood one after another.

Dozens of other people grabbed the weapons on their bodies extremely slowly, and some of them were brewing attacks. The whole process was extremely slow, as if their movements had been slowed down countless times.

In this way, the young people slowly harvested one by one, and all the people who were cut off were spitting blood and retreating. They fell to the ground and completely lost their combat effectiveness.

Now there is only the last person left. The man just pulled out his long sword and chop it out decisively. He didn't have time to be happy, but he found that he had cut an empty space, and the short-haired young man suddenly disappeared.

Then he found that the strange and slow mood that had just enveloped him had disappeared. Unexpectedly, he fell to the ground with a sword, embarrassed, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corners of the short-haired young man's mouth.

He stepped on the man's back, and at the same time, a true air blocked the man's acupuncture point, making him unable to resist. Then he laughed arrogantly and said, "Who else is coming up?" At the same time, he took a provocative look at Jun Wunian.