The Three Realms of Super Students

"In the end, you are better, but you are in the presence of so many people in front of you, and you are talking about it? You are not afraid that others will laugh at you!"

Regarding Zhang Xiaofan's remarks, Murong Wushuang sneered, saying sarcasm directly.

"Anyway!"

Regarding the words of Wang Yuantao and Murong Wushuang, Qiu Tianming shook his hands indifferently.

"My Qiu's attack was only directed at Wang Zhenyuan alone, and it would not hurt the innocent!"

As soon as this remark was made, everyone in the audience was shocked.

Unexpectedly, this Qiu Tianming's true Yuan Xiuwei can actually achieve the horror realm that his arms move and his heart moves!

"Uh-!"

The next moment, I saw a knife light flashing out, and everyone just felt their eyes hurt, as if they were burned by some sharp weapon.

Immediately afterwards, there were hurricanes howling in their ears!

Wang Zhenyuan only felt that his sword was in full swing, but he couldn't discern which one of these thousands of swords was the real killer!

Therefore, Wang Zhenyuan is also retreating in this process, more than six steps back in a row.

And in this gap, Wang Zhenyuan was naturally not idle. He had already punched out more than one punch in succession. The prestige of each punch was more aggressive and fierce than the last punch!

Qi gradually converged, Qiu Tianming's golden-backed machete had no idea when to retract the knife back to the sheath.

At the same time, Wang Zhenyuan had already opened a distance of ten feet between him and Qiu Tianming at this time. After seeing that Qiu Tianming had retracted his sword, he was a little puzzled.

"Qiu Tianming, this is just the first knife. Why don't you get the two after you?"

In this regard, Qiu Tianming just shook his head slowly, looking calm, and said, "There is no need for the next two swords, because you have lost!"

After hearing Qiu Tianming's apparent lack of head and tail, Wang Zhenyuan was also full of doubt, but then, as if he suddenly realized something, he immediately lowered his head toward his right chest.

I saw that Wang Zhenyuan's right side of the Zhongshan suit didn't know when he had been cut by a sharp weapon. Although the mouth was very narrow, it did not hurt Wang Zhenyuan's body.

"This ... how is this possible ?!"

After looking at the opening on his right chest, the expression on Wang Zhenyuan's face suddenly became stiff, with a deep unbelievable color.

Although, before Qiu Tianming was fighting head-on, Wang Zhenyuan could already expect that he would definitely not be able to resist Qiu Tianming's three swords.

But what Wang Zhenyuan had never dreamed of was that even if he tried his best, he still lost so directly and miserably in the end.

It is no exaggeration to say the last sentence, if Qiu Tianming and Wang Zhenyuan just fought with each other.

Well, Qiu Tianming didn't need to do anything at that time, he only needed to use even a little more force, and it was enough to penetrate his heart of Wang Zhenyuan in an instant!

"Hey ... I'm still old, Wang Zhenyuan ..."

When speaking these words, Wang Zhenyuan's voice seemed very low, with a sense of solitude, the whole person seemed to be five or six years old.