After binding with the rich school beauty, I became a martial god by lying flat

The soft sword in the principal's hand shone brightly in the sun. He shook his wrist and the soft sword swam flexibly in the air like a silver snake.

The students' contemptuous words made him feel humiliated, and he used a fatal move in the first move.

But Chen Ping not only blocked all the attacks, but also occasionally seized the gaps between the principal's attacks to counterattack. The heavy Mo Dao in his hands was as light as nothing and extremely swift.

Not long after, the principal gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Zhou Mei, who had just arrived at the martial arts field, saw this scene and her pupils shrank slightly. She recognized Chen Ping's swordsmanship at a glance.

The Broken Front Swordsmanship of the Xu family!

Seeing Chen Ping skillfully use each move of the Broken Front Swordsmanship, Zhou Mei forgot to light the cigarette she had just held in her mouth.

The true teaching, it must be the true teaching! No reservations!

When did Xu Wenbo pass the Broken Front Swordsmanship to Chen Ping?

Impossible, such a big thing, Xu Wenbo could not have not told her.

Zhou Mei had several guesses flashing through her mind, but she denied them one by one.

Thinking of Xu Qingli's sudden worship of Xu Wenbo as her teacher recently, a bold guess emerged in her mind. Could it be that this child has taken the most beautiful and juicy cabbage in the Xu family?

Haha, well done!

Zhou Mei lit a cigarette and looked at Chen Ping with interest.

She became more and more interested in this young man.

Wang Rong and Xu Teng, who were not far away, both widened their eyes and could not believe what they saw.

Chen Ping, who had just transferred from the liberal arts class to the martial arts class, could actually fight back and forth with the principal and even have the upper hand?

This was a real battle. If you are not careful, you will die!

They all felt that it was extremely dangerous, but there was no fear on Chen Ping's face.

Genius, a real peerless genius!

Wang Rong was shocked and frightened. If such a person was allowed to grow up, he would definitely pose a huge threat to the Wang family.

So she gave the principal a threatening look.

The principal understood Wang Rong's intention and asked him to fight quickly and decisively.

But he had tried his best, and the soft sword in his hand was wielded tightly, but he could only barely block Chen Ping's attack.

Chen Ping's superb swordsmanship shocked the principal.

It was probably not a high-level swordsmanship, but a ground-level swordsmanship that could easily suppress his intermediate-level swordsmanship!

Damn, where did he learn it from?

Now the principal can only pin his hopes of victory on Chen Ping's exhaustion.

No matter how outstanding his talent is, Chen Ping is only a first-level warrior.

Moreover, swinging the Mo Dao consumes much more physical strength than using his soft sword. The principal does not believe that Chen Ping's physical strength is more than that of a third-level martial artist.

According to his calculations, Chen Ping will be exhausted in a few minutes at most.

But soon after a few minutes, Chen Ping's physical strength is still abundant, without any signs of exhaustion.

As time went by, the principal felt the exhaustion caused by the great consumption of physical strength. The soft sword in his hand began to lose control, and Chen Ping's Mo Dao almost split him in half several times.

The principal began to panic. He didn't care about Wang Rong's threatening eyes and quickly retreated.

But because of the excessive physical consumption, his speed at this moment was much slower than at the beginning.

Chen Ping's physical strength seemed endless. He waved the Mo Dao like thunder and soon followed with a slash.

Because he couldn't dodge in time, the principal's arm was slashed by the Mo Dao. This was his first injury, and fear grew wildly in his heart.

He used the soft sword to stab Chen Ping continuously, but Chen Ping blocked all of them with the Mo Dao.

Suddenly, the Mo Dao slashed out from his blind spot at an extremely tricky angle.

The copper skin that he was once proud of was like a layer of paper, and was easily slashed by Chen Ping.

The headmaster was instantly filled with panic. Driven by the desire to survive, he stepped back suddenly, preventing Chen Ping from slashing his chest open. Blood was constantly flowing from his injured chest, and the original warm feeling in his body quickly disappeared, replaced by the ubiquitous cold.

Chen Ping's only one blow seriously injured him and put him on the verge of death.

"I finally climbed to the position of headmaster. I must not die here in vain, let alone die in the hands of a lowly person."

"You forced me to do it!"

The headmaster's mouth cracked upwards, all the way to his ears, revealing an extremely terrifying smile.

Golden scales suddenly grew on his bronze skin, and a large amount of white gas spewed out of the headmaster's mouth, blocking Chen Ping's sight.

Out of caution, Chen Ping did not rush into the white fog, holding a Mo Dao and waiting in full battle array.

A huge roar came from the white fog, and a huge lizard covered with golden scales suddenly jumped out, its eyes full of bloodthirsty killing intent.

The principal opened his bloody mouth, and the claws in his hand were already forcing Chen Ping's face.

Chen Ping dodged, and the Mo Dao in his hand swung at him with lightning speed.The force slashed towards the principal's head, but he blocked it with his tail. The blade and the scales on the tail rubbed out a long string of sparks.

The principal raised a cruel smile, and his tail exerted force again, colliding fiercely with the blade!

The two powerful forces collided, and the principal stepped back several steps in succession. The tail was chopped by the Mo Dao, but it recovered after a few seconds.

But Chen Ping's Mo Dao could not withstand such a fierce impact and broke into two pieces.

Chen Ping threw the broken knife to the ground, feeling a little sorry that a Mo Dao that was quite easy to use was destroyed.

It would be better if there was a high-quality knife. The quality of this Mo Dao used for training was still a bit poor.

Seeing that Chen Ping had no weapons, the principal, who thought he had won, said hoarsely: "You made me expose my identity in public, I must tear you in half!"

"Is it possible that I can kill you without a weapon?"

Chen Ping was disgusted by the principal's half-human and half-ghost appearance.

He mobilized the blood and qi in his body, and the power of the five-fold strength gathered in his right hand.

In just a moment, Chen Ping, with his fist raised, flashed in front of the principal and punched him in the face.

His face, which had turned into a lizard, did not react at all, and he still had a smile of victory before he died.

Everything happened too fast. The students in the front row had just screamed and ran a few steps, and the principal's head exploded like a watermelon.

Zhou Mei, who had just rushed behind Chen Ping, saw that he had solved the principal with one punch, and her body paused.

Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, Zhou Mei was unbelievable.

This is a third-level martial artist who has activated the potion of the Demon God Cult! But he was killed by Chen Ping with one punch?

A huge question emerged from the bottom of her heart: How could a student who had just transferred to the martial arts class be so strong?

Her eyes suddenly froze, staring at Chen Ping's bloody right hand.

The small wound on it was healing rapidly, and it was restored to its original state in the blink of an eye.

Although it was mixed with blood and could not be seen clearly, Zhou Mei was sure that she was not mistaken!

Amazing strength, strong willpower, and rapid recovery from injuries...

A guess that shocked her emerged from her mind.

Could it be that Chen Ping had the god-level talent of the God of War?