58, College Trial 6

Little Mo Fatty shouted, "I have an appointment with this boy!"

The hunters also shouted that they wanted to make an appointment to fight with Han Jing, and their morale was like a rainbow for a while.

"No hurry, one by one. As long as you still have points, it's your turn." Han Jing waved her hand with a smile, which made people suspect that she simply regarded the hunters as points.

Black Hawk also joined in the fun: "Who will make an appointment with me for the next game?"

He Yuanshan said angrily, "Dead black charcoal, the next game will ruin you!"

"Little white face, it's not certain who is useless!" The black eagle laughed in high spirits, making He Yuanshan's face whiter.

A few traces of cold rain floated down her eyelashes, and Han Jing's eyes did not blink. Her eyes looking at Leng Wuya were calm and waveless like a deep pool of water, which made Leng Wuya feel like falling into the deep pool.

The unprecedented feeling of panic made Leng Wuya take the lead.

The mysterious power burst out on the sword, and the sword body suddenly became extremely dazzling, and the cold momentum also changed, as if the body melted with the sword, looking like a sharp sword out of its sheath.

Yang Feng also nodded and said, "Xiaoqi of the Leng family has actually reached the realm of unity of body and sword. It's good."

"The cold boy is trained as a reserve player in the ranking competition. If you polish it, you should be able to replace the regular players." President Mo is also optimistic about Leng Wuya. It is quite complaous to hear Yang Feng praise Leng Wuya.

"Well, don't be discouraged. This boy has a good heart and deserves to be cultivated."

"Uh--" Dean Mo is stuck. He doesn't know how to pick up Yang Feng's words. In the eyes of this adult, the advantage of Leng Wuya is that he is defeated by Han Qing but not discouraged?

At this time, Leng Wuya shook his long sword and used a move of "Lao Mei's beauty". If the sword is complete, when Wanmei suddenly blooms and dazzling, many opponents at the same level were caught off guard when he used this move, many of them suffered great losses.

Unfortunately, Leng Wuya's mysterious power may be deeper than Han Jing, but she is a master who can challenge. Before his sword is successful, she sees the flaw, so she first unfolds the floating light and shadow to one side, slanted the branches in her hand, through the gap of the sword flower, and casually handed it out, and the target pointed straight to his shoulder.

After the branch entered the cold air, the surface was attached with thick white frost, and the white frost quickly condensed into ice. Between the swing of the branches, there is also a cold white fog. If you are hit by this branch, your cold shoulder will be pierced.

In the trial field, hunting and anti-hunting will not kill people, but injuries are real. At the beginning, Leng Wuya did not intend to self-harm to win, and he had to retreat.

Han Jing took advantage of the situation to take further. The branch in her hand was obliquely handed out, which seemed to be disorderly, but it made Leng Wuya feel helpless, so he had to take a step back.

"What's wrong with Leng Qi? He retreats as soon as he comes up!"

Some hunters shouted dissatisfiedly, but were shouted back by He Yuanshan: "I don't know how to see if I have eyes!"

The kung fu, which was about to fight back, made the seemingly soft and weak branch stabbed by Han Jing forced to take a big step back.

If you get cheap, you want to sell well. Han Jing shouted puzzledly, "Hey, Leng Wuya, do you want to fight or not!"

Leng Wuya didn't say a word. At this time, he felt a chill inside and his heart was horrify. Step by step out of the attack range of the branch, he stabbed out with a sword with his backhand, and tens of thousands of sword flowers were sprinkled, like the wind passing through Meilin and falling colorfully.

"It's so beautiful!" Han Jing blurted out and praised, inadvertently revealing her little daughter's charming and simple attitude. Fortunately, everyone is paying attention to the branches in her hand now, and no one has noticed it.

Covered with ice like branches, he drew a mysterious arc and seemed to stab out slowly, but he passed through the gap of sword light unimpeded, straight to the cold chest.

I was so angry that I really wanted to suffer this blow. However, he also believes that the purity of the cold air contained in the branches is enough to stimulate his armor independent defense after the key part is hit. Even if he has the ability to fight back, he will lose, so he can no longer retreat.

"This boy is so cunning! Unexpectedly, she got into the loophole of the trial rules again. Mo Yanping, a little fat man, saw it after Leng Wuya, and he hated Han Jing's tricks.

Han Jing, who fought with Leng Wuya, heard Mo Yanping's words. She didn't have a good first impression of this fat man and forced her to retreat from the gap of Leng Wuya. She swept her eyes and scolded, "Fatty, the rules are used to destroy. If you don't drill when you have time, it's a pig!"

"In the face of absolute strength, any trick is useless and ridiculous." Mo Yanping roared angrily and was righteous. It's just the fat meat that keeps shaking on his face, destroying his momentum and looks a little funny.

Learning from Mo Yanping's tone, Han Jing returned, "In the face of perfect victory, any excuse is pale and ridiculous."

Mo Yanping was speechless. Yes, you have to defeat Hanqing before you can say "absolute strength", otherwise it's just a joke. Come on, Lengqi!" He waved his arms and roared. The hunters also roared.

Hou Jiufeng raised his arms and roared, "The boss is powerful!" Black Hawk and other testers also echoed.

For a while, the roar was shocking.

Leng Wuya, who was expected by the hunters, has been looking for opportunities to fight back. But every time he came out with his sword, his opponent found the collapse of the sword move and stabbed him to save him, forcing him to change his move or withdraw his move halfway.

The change of recruitment and withdrawal in the middle will cause a change in the Xuanli operation route and lead to internal dysfunction. After 19 moves in a row, his organs were damaged. It happened that when the trial team members roared "the boss was powerful" in unison, and he sprayed a blood arrow, and he really couldn't tell whether it was caused by anger or injury.

The hunters were dumb.

The trial team members are more ** high-spirited.

The branch pointed straight to Leng Wuya's eyes and shouted openly, "Ceng Wuya, you are not my opponent. Even if you let that shadow-like mysterious beast fight, you are not my opponent! Go down and don't waste time."

Another blood arrow spewed out. Leng Wuya was not angry. He stretched out his finger to wipe away the blood stains on his lips and said with an elegant and reserved smile, "Yes, I'm not your opponent now, but I will challenge you again soon."

"You are welcome to challenge at any time." Han Jing agreed cheerfully, but then added, "There should be a bet."

The smile expanded into a charming arc on his face, and the cold face showed an exciting expression. He laughed and said, "It's shameful to waste time. You know, you will bring 100 points to challenge."

"Up the road!" He gave a thumbs up to Leng Wuya, and Han Jing's eyes moved to Mo Yanping, whose nose was crooked, and shouted arrogantly, "Fatty, if it's you, let you see what absolute strength is!"

Seeing that Hanqing seemed to have a deep relationship with Lord Yang Feng and had a completely different attitude towards Leng Wuya and Mo Yanping, Dean Mo couldn't help but suspect: "Hanqing seems to be biased against fat people."

Laughing, Yang Feng did not answer and said to himself: This girl is biased against the fat man surnamed Mo, and the little fat man has suffered.

The apprentice Mo Rushi really surprised Yang Feng. Han Jing was deliberately to make the hateful Mo Yanping suffer. The branches in her hand suddenly released coldly and condensed into an ice-blue mysterious sword.

"You also use a sword. Take out your Xuanbing. Fat brother doesn't want to take advantage of you, let alone give you an excuse to talk about the branches after losing." Mo Yanping showed the ancestral "Dragon Sword" of the Mo family and pretended to be generous.

"Come on, don't play tricks in front of me. You don't have to worry about me using Xuanbing halfway."

"Kid, you are so arrogant!"

"I have to move my sword to clean up your waste material. I wiped my neck with a sword first." Han Jing shook the mysterious sword in her hand and was arrogant.

"If you want to die, Fat Brother will fulfill you and pick up Fat Brother's 'Traveling Dragon to Sea'!" Mo Yanping is fat, but his movements are not slow. As soon as the sword was pulled, the dragon sword made a low dragon sound, and the sword light rushed out, like a red fire wave. You could faintly see a fire dragon stretching its body, and the air around it seemed to burn.

The hunters cheered one after another.

"Mo Yanping still has two brushes." He Yuanshan, who was arrogant, also said.

"Ha ha, it's a pity that the opponent he met was Han Qing." Leng Wuya laughed in a low voice. He, who couldn't take Mo Yanping's move, was looking forward to seeing how Han Qing would perform.

Live up to expectations, the cold and mysterious sword waved, and the cold fog rose. Like the twilight, the sun and even everything between heaven and earth lost their color, and the fire dragon suddenly faded in the cold fog.

After the cold fog pressure controlled the opponent's sword power, Han Jing displayed the free combination of the 19th type of ice cutting. She was willing to defeat Mo Yanping with an overwhelming advantage. Her sword was very fast, and the cold sword light was splashing. In an instant, she caught the battle ground and saw no one.

Xuanli is not as deep as his opponent, but due to the cold spirit of the ice soul sword, Han Jing won more than one in the Xuanli competition, suppressing Mo Yanping.

In terms of strength, Mo Yanping is better than Leng Wuya, and his mysterious power is at a disadvantage. Under the cold and stormy offensive, he was so pressured that he could not even breathe, even worse than Leng Wuya just now.

Xuanli Sword and Youlong Sword were actually fencing, but they were not broken. Not to mention that little Mo Fatty was shocked by himself, even Dean Mo, who was watching the battle, couldn't sit still. He suddenly stood up and said in horror, "Can the Youlong Sword be wrapped?"

"I don't think so! Well, Hanqing's swordsmanship is good. The little fat man is not on the same level as her. This gap can't be filled by Xuanbing. Yang Feng said calmly. The numb heart stimulated by Han Jing is actually still twitching violently, and he is barely calm on the surface.

It can make the Xuanli Sword strong enough to fight against the Youlong Sword. How much coldness should be contained in it? Why hasn't the girl's arm been frozen yet?

I really want to rush into the trial field and study Han Jing's girl thoroughly. This girl was born to fight against a genius like him, evil! He thought depressedly: The speed of this girl's growth is too horrible. It's really sad!