But when they stepped down, they all said one thing: Don't lift me off, I will watch from here to see how we won!

Wu Zhibing looks better than Xue in white clothes, and has a handsome and perfect face.

The whole person felt like a cold wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains.

The moment he took the stage, the shouts of countless girls below almost reached the sky.

Opposite is Shui Lianjiang, the number one genius of the Tianren Martial Academy.

The two are also old rivals and have been working together since the first grade.

Wu Zhibing has lost for four consecutive years!

I have always been suppressed and never turned over.

When we met again, everyone was immediately in high spirits.

"The first few games were very intense."

Shui Lianjiang smiled and said: "I thought there was no need for me to take action, but I didn't expect that I still couldn't avoid a fight with you."

Wu Zhibing said calmly: "If we don't have a fight between you and me, wouldn't we be left with regrets?"

"Then, do you still have the shadow of being defeated at my hands for four consecutive years?"

Shui Lianjiang asked with a smile: "If there is still a shadow, I'm afraid you are still not optimistic today. Lao Wu, actually there is no shame in admitting defeat."

Wu Zhibing said calmly: "I never take things in the past seriously. Besides, I know that I will definitely win it back!"

As soon as he raised his eyes, his spear intent was concentrated. In an instant, his whole body was like a god's sword, his sharp edge revealed.

"Really?"

Shui Lianjiang laughed loudly, and with a sudden clang, the long sword was unsheathed, and a ray of light shot straight into the sky.

Wu Zhibing took a step forward, stretched out his hands, and made a buzzing sound.

With a shake of the spear in his hand, a thick circle about ten feet suddenly appeared and stayed there for a long time.

The stick is afraid of nodding, the gun is afraid of roundness!

Wu Zhibing's spear attainment has obviously reached an extremely advanced level.

Because this is not a white wax rod, but an iron essence from a meteorite!

This gun is Wu Zhibing's trump card, weighing three hundred and seventy-five kilograms!

On the high platform, a young man dressed in white as snow, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, ape-like arms and wasp waist, broad shoulders and long legs, stands with a gun.

This scene made countless girls have stars in their eyes.

Although the opponent's Shui Lianjiang was also good-looking, when compared with Wu Zhibing, he was immediately outclassed.

"Wu Zhibing, good looks don't mean good marksmanship! In this world, pretty boys are no longer popular."

"Noisy!"

Then there was a sword cry like a dragon's roar, and a hurricane roaring high in the sky at the same time, and the two people on the stage fought together.

After a bang, it was like fireworks exploding and rays of light flying.

In an instant, only two white shadows were seen flying, but the shadows could not be seen clearly for a moment.

The two referees on the stage had their eyes widened and were focused on it.

These two students were both emperor-level cultivators, and the momentum of the fight was already huge.

And if there is a difference between life and death, it can only be between a flash of lightning and a flash of fire!

If you are not careful, it will be too late.

Although the two referees were already high-ranking monarchs, they did not dare to be careless at all.

I just prayed in my heart that at least when these two guys are about to make a killing move, they might as well exhale and speak loudly to prepare others.

Or say hello.

Otherwise... if such a genius falls in the martial arts competition, I will really be unable to hold my head high in this life!

Even the martial arts academy will be humiliated!

The whistling sounds on the stage were getting louder and more urgent.

The sword is like a tiger emerging from the mountain, and the spear is like a dragon entering the sea.

One is ever-changing, one is the mainstay.

The sound of slight collision kept ringing.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding..."

Just like the wind blowing the lotus leaves, the rain hitting the banana leaves.

White clothes fluttered, Wu Zhibing's slender body turned over, and he suddenly took five steps back, and the sword light from Shuilianjiang surged like a wave to catch up with him.

Wu Zhibing twisted his waist and shouted in a deep voice: "Go!"

The spear suddenly rushed out from the waist like an angry python!

The rapidity of its momentum is like the wrath of thunder and the fall of lightning.

In just an instant, the tip of the spear reached Shui Lianjiang's chest and passed straight through; but Shui Lianjiang's body melted directly into the air. It turned out to be just a phantom, and the real body was already behind Wu Zhibing, with a series of sword lights and lightning.

However, Wu Zhibing's spear, which had already been rushed out in the eyes of the public, returned to his hand at some point and hit the head of Shuilianjiang like a violent storm.

There were several loud bangs.

The two of them jumped into the air at the same time.

In mid-air, the gun is like lightning and the sword is like thunder, fighting like crazy!

Wu Zhibing's slender figure is like walking on the clouds, extremely chic.

Shui Lianjiang's neat movements are also fascinating to watch.
Chapter completed!