Fighting the Martial Universe

"What? Brother Sword God is his friend?"

Duan Wushuang was slightly startled, no wonder Zhang Mofan would stand up.

Ba Ye told her yesterday that this sword move is very powerful and is not an ordinary sword move.

This sword is one of the swordsmanships of the earth-level, Ba Ye simplified it and merged it into a sword.

Of course, it is not unstoppable. Unless a trick like Zhang Mofan can weaken the power, it is difficult to beat this trick head-on.

After all, everyone uses their own strength to wield sword moves, and their strength is almost the same. The test is the power of sword moves.

And the sword taught by the Eighth Master, the small Ziyang Ridge of Qu Qu, how could someone be able to take it?

"presumptuous!"

The host master yelled sharply and said: "Zhang Mofan, which round will you have to talk about here? If you do not retreat, I will cancel your qualification directly."

Duan Lang arranged for this weapons exchange meeting. It was Dean Duan's instruction. Can a small disciple change it? Who does he think he is?

Many disciples of the Sirius Mansion also sneered secretly. This Mo Fan was really arrogant, dare to provoke the authority of the Academy.

However, Zhang Mofan looked ahead and said: "The huge Ziyang Academy, if you can't treat every disciple fairly, let alone let me withdraw from the competition, I can automatically withdraw."

Since it was Ba Ye's request, Zhang Mofan would naturally believe in everything. He had never seen Ba Ye show such an expression.

Therefore, in any case, he must fight for Duan Wushuang.

With the strength that Duan Wushuang has just shown, anyone with a discerning eye can see that his strength is definitely likely to compete for the top ten.

However, the academy made it clear that it wanted to eliminate Duan Wushuang. I am afraid there is some hidden meaning in this.

Duan Wushuang's face changed slightly, and he immediately walked over and said, "This junior, I have already been eliminated, you don't have to fight for me."

In her heart, she has already succumbed, and all of this is likely to be arranged by grandpa.

She competed for the top ten and was playing a game with her grandpa. How could grandpa let her win?

Zhang Mofan smiled and continued: "I have always believed that the academy is fair and just. I'm very curious about what substitute master is, what status are you."

Huh!

While talking, Zhang Mofan moved away, and the spear in his hand suddenly swung out.

The black-clothed man sneered and said, "A freshman who is so arrogant and dares to provoke the majesty of the academy. Today, on behalf of the academy, I will teach you a lesson and let you know what it means to be so arrogant."

"Vertical sword!"

The black-clothed man was awe-inspiring. With a sudden wave of the long sword in his hand, the sword aura contained a vertical and horizontal momentum, as if any attack could not escape his sword.

Many disciples looked at the black-clothed man, and they were also secretly surprised. They were all practicing swordsmanship, and it was natural to see that the black-clothed man's swordsmanship was much higher than them, and even Lin Langfang was not his opponent.

Zhang Mofan sneered, and the spurge was also slammed out, and the artistic conception of painting a pig broke out. Only a huge ghost of ancient ferocious pig was seen, biting away fiercely.

Immediately, the momentum of that sword disappeared cleanly and vanished in smoke.

In this scene, the disciples around who were watching were all surprised. This Zhang Mofan's halberd technique was really clever, and it was able to create such a powerful mood.

"That Zhang Mofan, really hidden, can actually fight Duan Lang, but Duan Lang's swordsmanship is not something he can contend."

"Duan Lang had already practiced swordsmanship to the extreme back then. Now that ten years have passed, I am afraid that even old things like us may not be able to beat him in swordsmanship!"

Several elders and deans were discussing.

Zhang Mofan broke the opponent's move, sneered, and attacked again, and then showed the dog painting.

His figure is like a hunting dog, constantly biting away at the black-clothed man, every halberd is very violent, constantly bombarding Duan Lang.

However, Duan Lang resisted everything with one sword and one sword.

However, his entire body kept retreating and was completely repelled by Zhang Mofan.

The long sword and the halberd still have many disadvantages in strength.

"Aren't you afraid of exhausting your physical strength?"

The black-clothed man paddled the ground and backed a few feet. Seeing Zhang Mofan continued to force him, he smiled without being surprised and swung his sword: "Sword Wave Jue!"

On that long sword, a lot of sword energy was actually swung, like a sea wave, rolling, sweeping the entire sky, and blasting towards Zhang Mofan.

Those sword auras were simply terrifying, not just a straight bombardment, but like a wave swooping.

"If you don't use True Qi, can you actually activate the sword wave art? To what extent does this wave of swordsmanship reach?"

"Horrible, this sword is enough to defeat that Zhang Mofan."

Several elders were shocked.

Of course, what was even more sensational was naturally the disciples of the sword hall, the black man's move could almost sweep all the disciples of the sword hall.

"Boy, you are too young to compete with weapons. I am at least ten years older than you. If you want to defeat me, you can practice for another ten years."

The voice of the black-clothed man resounded throughout the scene, and the waves of swords layered upon each other, completely submerging Zhang Mofan.

However, just as his words fell, amidst the sword waves, there was a sneer, the voice of Zhang Mofan.

"Can Qu Qu Jianlang Jue be able to defeat me?"

Shoo!

Almost instantly, Zhang Mofan held the halberd in both hands and constantly waved it. Each halberd could break a wave of swords. Everyone could only see the halberd in Zhang Mofan's hand, splitting out afterimages.

Boom boom boom!

In the end, countless sword waves were all broken.

Zhang Mofan rushed forward, and the halberd waved again, and slammed at the black man.

"how can that be?"

The black-clothed man's pupils shrank, and then he saw a black spear swung horizontally.

With all his strength, he swung a sword, and directly hit the halberd.

However, this collision produced a screaming sound, and the man in black immediately felt a roar and his head went blank.

Seeing the momentum, Zhang Mofan waved a halberd.

Wow!

The black face cloth of the man in black slipped directly down, revealing a shocked face.

"It's Duan Lang!"

At this time, many disciples have recognized Duan Lang as an elite disciple in their college, and also an elite disciple with very old qualifications.

Its real strength ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ has reached the level of a hundred knows.

This Duan Lang, in the first weapons exchange meeting, but won the second place, second only to the young master.

Now, ten years later, his swordsmanship should be more sophisticated, and he has actually lost to a newcomer.

"It's brother!"

Duan Wushuang was surprised when he saw the man, and said, "How could it be you?"

Duan Lang's face was sullen. He didn't expect that he would lose to a newcomer.

This time, he not only failed to stop his sister, but also made a wedding dress for Zhang Mofan.

?? Chapter 4, updated at ten o'clock!

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