God-level full-time system

"Your copy."

Reprint.

Leng Han was merciless in his evaluation of Wang Ye, and even said that it was so sharp that it sounded, but this sentence shocked Wang Ye.

"I have been practicing for so long, and I have been observing, working hard, and striving. Is this just a pitiful copy?"

Cold sweat slid down Wang Ye's face, and he looked up and looked like a person who had changed his mind, and he couldn't say a word.

"The person I admire the most is the leader of our Tingxue Sword Sect." Leng Han raised his head and looked at Tang Ying on the high platform. The latter's eyes met him and he raised a sting to him without hesitation.

Thumbs up.

"But I know that if I worship, I will never become him."

Seeing that his confidence was completely destroyed by his own failure, Leng Han said calmly: "Everyone has his own way. The reason why you lose is because I have successfully taken the first step, and you

But I have already lost myself and lived behind others."

"What kind of great truth can you win? It's just that you have lost your luck at the last moment and have learned the method of controlling the sword in the air!"

Wang Ye gritted his teeth and said unwillingly: "If it weren't for this, you wouldn't be my opponents!"

"You still don't understand."

Leng Han shook his head with some regret and turned around and said, "I want to win you today because I want to win and win and lose, even if I lose, I won't.

Question your own path, and one day in the future, I will eventually beat you as a copy!”

"I just didn't expect that this day is today."

A strong confidence filled Leng Han's face. Looking at the disciples who were eager to applaud him in the audience, he originally thought he would be proud, but now he is very calm.

"Senior Brother Leng Han is so handsome!"

"Lingkong's sword! Has he been hiding his weakness before?!"

"Oh my God, Senior Brother Leng Han is worthy of being a genius of swordsmanship. This Lingkong sword is a method that even masters at the level of the sect can not master it!"

"Han'er, you're finally mature."

At this moment, Leng Ming, a proud and ruthless man, had an urge to cry.

I hope my son will become a dragon, and how could he be unhappy when he sees his son finally breaking a path of his own?

"Caiwei, Wang Dahui. I will definitely do my best to help you hold on. But you must come back soon! Please..."

Stopped the blood on his arms. Leng Han looked at Wang Ye who was walking down the ring dejectedly, and then spoke aloud: "Next!"

"Congratulations to Brother Tang. Leng Han once understood the sword control technique. His strength suddenly increased greatly. It is really surprising that the comprehensive quality of the disciples of the Xue Sword Sect will reach the next level!"

Ying Yi on the high platform smiled, but the expression on her face was not at all. Although Leng Han’s breakthrough was unexpected, their Yingliu’s background was also profound.

A cold cold is not enough to shake his confidence in his beloved son and his disciples.

"Leng Han, don't you get out and have a rest first?"

Elder Mu He, the ruling on the stage, looked at the wound on Leng Han's arm and whispered.

"No."

Grinning, Leng Han is no longer the young man who didn't know the height of the world at the beginning. He knew that although the injuries on his body would more or less affect his performance, even if he had mastered the method of controlling the sword, it would be difficult to defeat him.

The shadow waves passing through the shadows.

So what he wanted to do was not to win again, but to delay time as much as possible.

When Wang Dachui and the others come back, everything will turn around.

"Wang Ye, I personally experienced Leng Han's Seven-Shifting Style. Do you have any information?"

Looking at Wang Ye who was standing beside him, Ying Lang asked faintly.

"No, no."

Wang Ye was stunned for a moment, then stopped and said, "It feels like a word - fast! It's so fast that people don't have time to react, and it's so fast that they are suffocating."

"That's how..."

After saying that, Ying Lang's body suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"Is the eldest brother actually going to take action personally?!"

Seeing that the disciples on Yinglang were all shocked. Logically speaking, the absolute combat power of Yinglang should be to retain strength to deal with guys like Tang Caiwei or Wang Dachu!

"Leng Han, the parent-child of Leng Ming, the head of the law enforcement hall of Tingxue Sword Sect, is eighteen years old, proficient in swordsmanship, and is good at moves - Tingxue Seven Styles!" He looked at Leng Han in front of him coldly, if Leng Han's Leng is

If you are lonely and unruly, then the cold shadows will be like that kind of awe-inspiring spirit.

"But now, there seems to be a lot of things to add to your information."

Standing with his hands behind his back, the expression of Shadow Wave is neither happy nor sad.

He is proficient in Shadow Flow assassination techniques and can already easily achieve no joy or sorrow when facing the enemy.

"To be honest, I really didn't expect you to come up so early."

Leng Han took a step back, and the true energy in his body was circulating, restoring the consumption of the previous game with all his strength.

"I didn't expect you to be quite impatient!"

"Where is Wang Daechui and Tang Caiwei?"

Looking at Leng Han who was trying hard to recover his true energy with a smile, Ying Lang glanced at the Tingxue Sword Sect and found that the two people he cared about the most had not appeared yet.

"I'll tell you if you win first!"

Leng Han flipped his wrist and the iron sword made a very compatible sound.

"To be honest, I really haven't fought with anyone who knows how to control the sword!"

Yinglang also became interested, and stroked the bangs on his forehead and said, "As for why I came up so early... There are two reasons. First, I'm too lazy to let you continue to do the two guys Wang Dachui and Tang Caiwei.

It's delayed time, 2. Wang Ye has always regarded himself as my shadow. If you beat him, can I still sit idly by?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Han's pupils shrank violently, and then a sharp roar came out of his mouth, and the long sword flew up, forming a mysterious light and shadow in front of him.

"Leng Han can actually understand sword control skills under the Jedi, and his talent is indeed very high."

Hu Mei'er's eyes were full of bright colors and said to Luo Yufei beside her: "Senior sister, do you think he can have the power to fight Yinglang now?"

"have no idea."

Luo Yufei shook her head and opened her red lips and said, "I don't know what the magic of the way to control the sword is, and Yinglang... He is also an unpredictable man!"

"The first move to listen to the snow, snowflakes cut!!"

Drawing the sword and raising his eyebrows, blindly passing defense is not Leng Han's style at all. Therefore, after blocking the first wave of hidden weapons attacks of Shadow Wave, he took a step forward without showing any weakness, pinching the sword fingers in his hand, floating in the air

The long sword beside him soared into the sky and shot towards the shadow wave!

A sword shot out, and in the next moment it seemed like another million clones were cloned, directly covering Yinglang's body!

"Swoosh swish swish!!"

The sharp sound of breaking through the air sounded one after another. After a moment, Leng Han sword was retracted with the old and flying sword. Although Yinglang was not as embarrassed as Wang Ye before, there was an obvious wound on his cuff.

"Haha, so fast!"

With a chuckle, a brilliant color burst out in Yinglang's eyes and he said, "Continue!"

"The third style of the seventh-snow style - the broken snow style!"

Leng Han did not retreat at all, but also faced him with his sword.

"Ding Ding Ding!"

After a crisp sound of gold and iron intersecting, Yinglang and Lenghan's sword suddenly separated, and there was a slender wound on Yinglang's left leg.

"Oh, it seems that it's still not OK if you don't use real kung fu!"

After saying that, he grinned, then suddenly untied two bandages from his ankle, and then two wrist guards from his wrist. Finally, he took off his top in public and exposed it.

A hardcover body.

"Uh, you're..."

Leng Han frowned, not understanding what Yinglang meant. Could it be to reduce the weight? How much impact can this piece of clothing and several wrist guards have?

"Lenghan, you have to be careful!!"

Suddenly, at this moment, a cry from the audience shocked Leng Han. Isn’t this familiar voice their eldest lady, Tang Caiwei?

"Hey, hey, don't be distracted. Your current opponent is me!"

When Yinglang saw Tang Caiwei appear, the look of interest on his face became even stronger. Then he waved his hand to Leng Han, and threw the things he had just taken off aside.

But this seemingly casual throw made Leng Han on the stage change his face the next moment.

These seemingly ordinary and inconspicuous things actually smashed the stone table on the main battle platform!!

Yinglang didn’t use internal energy to smash it just now. Could it be that these clothes were so destructive just by relying on their own weight? So how heavy would these things be?!

"Have he been fighting me with such weight just now?"

A storm of waves broke out in his heart, Leng Han swallowed and spitted. Looking at the crisp waves of shadows in front of him who were "crackling" all over his body because of his muscles and bones, he said in his heart: "This guy is really terrible!"

"Hehe, since Tang Caiwei is here, it's better to deal with you as soon as possible."

Ying Lang had a hint of coldness on his lips. He reached out and stroked the bangs on his forehead and whispered: "I haven't taken off these things for a long time. I should really thank you!"

Looking at Leng Han's alert expression, he spoke indifferently: "I will convince you to lose, and use this as a reward for you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Han heard a very subtle sound of breaking the wind, but he saw nothing. The shadow waves in front of him were still not moving, as if those words were just playing with him just now.

But Tang Caiwei's voice came anxiously again.

"Be careful, Leng Han, the one who was there was not the shadow wave, but the afterimage left by him!!"

Her pupils shrank violently, Leng Han could hardly believe her ears.

Afterimage?!(To be continued...)

ps: I have some urgent matters at home today, so I can only update it first. Sorry, please forgive me.