The Strong, The Few, True Cultivators on Campus

Tang Zheng had nothing to do, and Qin Batian was powerless to stop it, so he said anxiously: "Tang Zheng, what should we do now? If Miss Ye loses, it will be terrible."

It would be useless for Tang Zheng to stop it loudly, and it would cause Ye Dingdang to be distracted. The only thing he can do now is to hope for a miracle.

Is there a miracle?

The light of the knife was like practice, like nine heavenly silver pouring down, pulling out a white light, and striking at the top of Ye Dingdang's head like lightning.

clang!

With the sound of metal and stone striking each other, Ye Dingdang's sword blocked the opponent's sword from nowhere, and bright sparks burst out.

Huh?

Song Hanjun frowned slightly, the blade returned as soon as it touched it, like a spring, but the blade did not rebound too much, and then attacked with a thunderous force.

Between retracting and attacking, retracting and releasing freely, very quickly.

Ye Dingdang clenched her teeth, her blushing cheeks turned red, but there was no fear in her eyes, only persistence.

Swish!

The long sword turned around and blocked the big knife dangerously and dangerously, the angle was very tricky, and it seemed to be elusive.

"Two moves!" Ye Dingdang finally burst out three words, and Song Hanjun's face sank, as black as the sky before a storm.

"What's going on, this little girl blocked both such tricky tricks, hmph, Ye Xuanji, that old fox ~ a ~ book ~ reading ~ novel ybdu.. I don't know what special skills he taught her to be able to have such a magical effect .However, her strength is too weak after all, if you want to last ten strokes, just dream!"

Song Hanjun's heart was ruthless, he let out a low growl, the shadows of his hands flew, and the light of the knife followed him like a shadow, one after another.

Ye Dingdang didn't dare to breathe, just stared at the big sword that was moving like thunder, and frequently raised the sword in his hand, or picked, stabbed, or teased.

A miracle happened, her movements were not smooth and smooth, however, that bland long sword unexpectedly erupted with strange power in her hands.

There were traces of sword light in the air, ping ping pong pong, sword light and sword shadow, none of which hit Ye Dingdang's body.

Among them, the most dangerous knife has already struck Ye Dingdang's forehead.

But that sword just blocked the blow by stealth, dangerous and dangerous.

"Seven tricks!" Ye Dingdang's eyes burst into a bright light, and her confidence was high. In fact, she only made this bet with a breath of enthusiasm.

Because, she understood that only this kind of method of seeking victory in danger could force the other party to agree, so she sought that slight chance to let Tang Zheng escape.

Otherwise, relying on Qin Batian alone, no one can get any benefits today.

After doing it, although it was difficult for her to use the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, the power of the Wind Chasing Sword Technique also exploded.

Regardless of the fact that Zhuifeng swordsmanship does not require inner strength or true energy to control, this set of swordsmanship relies on the muscles and strength of the human body to achieve many unimaginable reactions.

This requires even more physical fitness, so when you are not familiar with sword moves, it is very challenging to use them.

Ye Dingdang has passed the test. She has not fully exerted the power of the wind-chasing swordsmanship, but she has already accepted Song Hanjun's seven moves.

With victory in sight, Ye Dingdang clenched his teeth even more tightly, his face was full of vigor, and his eyes were full of determination.

The others were stunned by this scene, Song Yu and Chu Shaofeng were dumbfounded, their mouths stuffed for the next duck egg.

"This...how is it possible? Could it be that he is releasing water?"

This guess was immediately denied. Song Hanjun was not this kind of person, and winning the bet would be of great benefit to his son. He couldn't make fun of Song Yu's future.

Qin Batian is an innate master with good eyesight. He stared at Ye Dingdang thoughtfully, secretly surprised: "Is this sword technique from the Ye family? Why have I never heard of it? This sword technique is definitely not simple , the big family really has a deep heritage."

The corners of Tang Zheng's eyes narrowed into a slit. He had judged that the Chasing Wind sword technique was quite extraordinary, but he did not expect it to be so miraculous.

With Ye Dingdang's true level, she would definitely be defeated within five moves, but she managed to survive seven moves with the Wind Chasing Sword Technique, and there was no obvious sign of decline.

This instant master is too terrifying.

"The things in Chi Youzhi's heart are really treasures. If you can take out all the good things in it, it will be a huge treasure." Tang Zheng looked forward to secretly.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?" Song Hanjun also saw the clue, he was well-informed, but he had never seen or heard of this set of swordsmanship.

If it is the Ye family's swordsmanship, I have never heard of it. If the Ye family has such a powerful swordsmanship, everyone would have known it long ago.

"Wind-chasing swordsmanship." Ye Dingdang said with a smug smile on his face, with a twitch of his mouth.

"Wind-chasing swordsmanship?" Song Hanjun was sure he had never heard of this name before, "Who taught you?"

Ye Dingdang frowned, and said disdainfully, "Why should I tell you?"

Song Hanjun was furious: "Since you still want to be brave, then I'm really not welcome."

"Who told you to be polite?" Ye Dingdang choked.

Is Song Hanjun being polite?

Of course you're welcome.

He wished he could knock down Ye Dingdang with one move, that would be really mighty, and the Song family's reputation would be even more powerful over the Ye family.

But things backfired, he tried his best to feed, but failed.

"Hmph, I don't believe in this evil anymore." Song Hanjun's eyes burst into a frightening light, and he shouted: "Look at the knife!"

call!

The air in all directions was completely disturbed by this move, the wind and clouds surged, and there was a thunderstorm in the silent place, and the east light flashed, like bolts of lightning falling down.

The strength of this move has not yet been exhausted, the other two moves are launched one after another, the power of these three moves is superimposed, attacking Ye Dingdang like an overwhelming mountain.

Ye Dingdang's face looked a little pale, but he didn't retreat an inch. Relying on the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, he made successive moves, each move was fast, ruthless, and accurate.

Clang, clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, and there were explosions of air in all directions, and the stones embedded in the ground on the ground broke free from the shackles of the earth and flew up, flying sand and stones.

Ye Dingdang was in the center of the storm, but he remained motionless, like a pinning needle in the sea, one move after another, with a certain degree of relaxation and discipline, quite the demeanor of a master.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and Ye Dingdang's face turned pale, but her legs seemed to have taken root, and they plunged into the ground, motionless.

All is at peace.

The corners of Ye Dingdang's mouth gradually twitched, she succeeded, a miracle really happened, in a situation that others thought was impossible, she really survived ten moves, and Tang Zheng was saved.

"You lost." Vermilion lips parted slightly, and Ye Dingdang spit out these three words quietly, with a relieved expression in his heart.

Song Hanjun's eyes widened with anger, and he shouted in disbelief: "Impossible!"

It is a miracle that the impossible becomes possible.

Ye Dingdang created a miracle. Not only did she rely on the wind-chasing swordsmanship, but more importantly, the courage in her heart and the love she had for Tang Zheng. All of these combined together supported her.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how could I not be able to defeat you with ten blows." Song Hanjun was furious, and the anger in his eyes was burning.

Suddenly, there was a fierce light in his eyes, and he rushed towards Ye Dingdang in a flash, and slashed at Ye Dingdang with his broad sword.

Ye Dingdang survived these ten moves with amazing perseverance, and once the eleventh move is performed, she will definitely lose.

She was able to lift the three-foot green spear, but the power was not the same as before.

Click!

The long sword broke, and the thick blade hit Ye Dingdang's chest. The sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded, and a big mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Dingdang's mouth.

She flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

No one expected that Song Hanjun would act shamelessly even after losing the bet, everyone was shocked.

"Dingdang." Tang Zheng jumped up and rushed out, his footsteps were a little flimsy, but he still caught Ye Dingdang before she landed.

He staggered back a few steps before stopping, but without caring about himself, he asked impatiently, "Ding Dong, how are you doing?"

Ye Dingdang opened his eyes, smiled lightly, stared at Tang Zheng, his eyes were full of satisfaction and nostalgia, and stammered, "I... tried my best."

A burst of hot tears poured into Tang Zheng's eyes, his voice was a little choked, he nodded quickly and said: "I know, you did a good job, you won the bet and saved me."

"It was you who saved me in danger before, this time... I finally saved you once." Ye Dingdang said with a smile, but his eyelids closed quickly.

Tang Zheng turned pale with shock, shook her hastily, and shouted: "Ding Dong, you can't sleep, you have to hold on."

"I'm so tired, I want to sleep." Ye Dingdang murmured dreamily, "Your embrace is so warm, I want to lie in your embrace forever."

"I'll let you lie down, don't sleep, you can lie down for as long as you want." Tang Zheng was really flustered and lost.

Originally, victory was in sight, but the twists and turns turned into this appearance. He had calculated thousands of times, but he did not count this one.

"Then I'm going to lie down...for a long...for a long time..." Ye Dingdang closed his eyes.

Tang Zheng looked like he was going crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily: "Ding Dong, you can't die, you haven't defeated me yet, shouldn't we bet? If you want to beat me, then let me fight in front of everyone!" Admit in front of me that you are better than me. You haven't finished this matter yet, you can't do anything."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

God seemed to have sensed his sadness. A flash of lightning suddenly appeared in the originally dark clouds, and then the sky was completely filled with lightning, as if the lightning was about to tear the sky apart.

Boom!

The thunder rumbled, shaking the sky and the earth, and the earth seemed to tremble for it.

Crash!

The majestic torrential rain poured down, as if the heavens were also crying, Tang Zheng was soaked instantly, the rain mixed with tears, salty, slipped into his mouth, covering his eyes .

"what!"

Suddenly, he let out a long whistle, the whistle contained endless anger and grief, he stood up abruptly, holding Ye Dingdang and stood up.

His eyes were fixed on Song Hanjun. Even though the rain had covered his eyes, Song Hanjun's appearance was very clear in his eyes, and he quickly fixed the frame.