My Strength Depends on Your Imagination

Can a normal person's head turn 180°?

Of course not!

Even if it is a martial arts master, it is impossible to violate the most basic structure of the human body.

Therefore, Qin Yuan turned his head and frightened Du Wanxiang.

Du Wanxiang's elbow still fell, but most of his strength was removed.

Qin Yuan raised his hand, his left fist hit Du Wanxiang's wrist, and then his right fist struck out quickly, directly hitting Du Wanxiang's heart.

Du Wanxiang raised his leg to block, but was shaken back by five steps to stabilize his figure.

At this time, Du Wanxiang discovered that it turned out that Qin Yuan didn't turn his head 180°, but quickly turned around. The speed was too fast, leaving an afterimage on the spot.

Du Wanxiang's eyes were puzzled and surprised: Is this person really a freshman?

His hand...

There was a stormy sea in his heart, and Du Wanxiang was also certain at this time. It was not accident and luck that this person could cut off Li Zhaohui's hands, but strength!

But how can a freshman have such strength?

There was a stormy sea in Du Wanxiang's heart, but his expression did not change much. He knew that this was in battle. He didn't need to think about how Qin Yuan had this strength. He just needed to defeat Qin Yuan!

"It's kind of interesting." Du Wanxiang touched his chest, his face was pale, "I thought I was too serious about you, it would be bullying you. But now, since you have such strength, you can make me serious. ."

Qin Yuan smiled: "You are so old-fashioned if you pretend to be forceful."

Du Wanxiang also laughed.

Afterwards, Du Wanxiang slammed his foot and stepped on the ring.

The stone bricks on the ground of the ring were broken, and the **** was splashed high and flew into the air!

Du Wanxiang took five steps across the country in an instant, and a short blade with the length of an adult's forearm appeared in his hand.

Du Wanxiang's moves were very strange. He did not cut or stab, but made a pulling action.

Qin Yuan shook his backhand, and the long knife that Yan Mozhi gave him for the competition was also unsheathed.

The long knife collided with the short blade, the harsh metal friction sound exploded, and sparks splashed in the air.

Du Wanxiang pulled the short blade in his hand to the end, and pulled it directly toward Qin Yuan's abdomen.

It was the first time that Qin Yuan saw this kind of move, and subconsciously stepped back.

At the moment Qin Yuan backed away, Du Wanxiang's mouth showed a triumphant smile.

"scold!"

There was a long sound from Du Wanxiang's mouth, and his short blade that had been pulled down suddenly revolved around his wrist.

Afterwards, Du Wanxiang held the short blade backhand and slashed down sharply.

Qin Yuan seemed to have fallen into Du Wanxiang's rhythm, and subconsciously raised the knife.

"锃"

A metal trembling sound appeared in the room.

The knife in Qin Yuan's hand was cut directly by Du Wanxiang's short-blade burst.

Qin Yuan's eyes were full of surprise.

At this moment, the **** stone that Du Wanxiang stepped on happened to fall between the two.

The short blade in Du Wanxiang's hand made high-frequency vibrations.

The short blade moved up and down quickly, and the **** stones were hit by the short blade, like bullets, quickly hitting Qin Yuan.

The speed of this stone is extremely fast, even if Qin Yuan trains his skin to master it, it will definitely be uncomfortable to hit it hard.

I have to say that Du Wanxiang's combination of moves did have something that Qin Yuan hadn't expected.

In desperation, Qin Yuan had no other choice, holding the broken knife, slashing at the broken stones with a single knife, then they cut off one by one.

The tiger's mouth was slightly numb, and Qin Yuan looked at the pitted broken knife in his hand with a little exclamation on his face.

Du Wanxiang moved his shoulders, holding the short blade, with a smile on his face: "I can give you two choices.

1. Give up immediately. Don't waste everyone's time anymore.

2. Refusing to admit defeat. Let me also break your arms. "

Qin Yuan threw the broken knife on the ground and moved his shoulders in the same way: "You are pretending to be really bad."

Du Wanxiang frowned. Although he didn't speak, he was indeed stabbed in the pain by Qin Yuan, and his heart was indeed a little uncomfortable.

Qin Yuan clenched his fists and said, "Then I will give you two choices too?"

Du Wanxiang's brows suddenly stretched out, and he smiled wildly, as if to say, aren't you the same as me?

Qin Yuan ignored him and said to himself: "One, kneel down and apologize. I don't mind if you cut off the knife given by my instructor. Then, I will start with a lighter hand."

After speaking, Qin Yuan looked at Du Wanxiang quietly.

Du Wanxiang raised his eyebrows and asked, "How about two?"

"Two?" Qin Yuan smiled faintly at the corner of his mouth. "Two, I suggest you choose one!"

Du Wanxiang's face changed slightly: It turned out that he was forced to act like this?

But then, Du Wanxiang laughed again: "It seems that I am still not ruthless enough! What qualifications does a kid beaten by me have to be rampant?"

In Du Wanxiang's view, Qin Yuan's behavior was nothing but a childish behavior for young people to save face.

Therefore, Du Wanxiang decided to give Qin Yuan an unforgettable lesson.

As the voice fell, Du Wanxiang held the short blade and rushed directly in front of Qin Yuan.

The stab of this short blade was so fast that it swept across the air, and even bursts of sonic booms sounded!

Qin Yuan stretched out his hand and grabbed the short blade directly.

A triumphant smile appeared at the corner of Du Wanxiang's mouth. At the same time, when the short blade in his hand was only an inch from Qin Yuan's door, he suddenly changed the target of his attack and fell directly on Qin Yuan's outstretched hand.

"Zheng!"

The short blade suddenly stopped, and the strong vibration made a long sound.

Du Wanxiang's smile froze on his face, he was surprised to watch Qin Yuan clamp his short blade with only two fingers.

"How come?" Du Wanxiang was surprised.

Qin Yuan smiled faintly: "You have time to choose one now."

Du Wanxiang's eyes were suddenly cold, he let go of the short blade, his hands were hooked, and he slammed Qin Yuan's throat fiercely.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears!" Qin Yuan touched the storage bag, and the Shenxiao Sword appeared in his hand.

In the eyes of other people ~www.wuxiaspot.com~, I saw Qin Yuan withdraw a sword from his crotch.

"Good fellow, isn't he afraid of accidents when he put the sword there?"

"By the way, he put the sword in his trouser legs, wouldn't he have a thick leg and a thin leg? Why didn't he see it at that time?"

"Then there is only one explanation. In his other trouser leg, there is a sword."

"Another sword? Which sword are you talking about? A man's sword?"

"I learned it! I am often troubled because the sword is too long and there is nowhere to put it. After today, I won't be troubled anymore."

Not to mention that the audience started talking.

While the Shenxiao Sword was in his hand, Qin Yuan's sword intent surged unconsciously.

Du Wanxiang, who was about to stretch out his hand to lock his throat, noticed Qin Yuan's fierce sword intent, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

If he hurriedly stopped, Du Wanxiang was about to retreat quickly.

The Heavenly Sword in Qin Yuan's hand moved at this moment.