Douluo: Draw the sword hundreds of millions of times, Bibi Dong is addicted

"Huang Wei, tenth level of soul power, martial soul and iron sword."

Huang Wei shrugged, since the opponent wants to fight, then come on, he is not a soft handkerchief.

As the iron sword was summoned, his entire aura changed drastically, and he entered a fighting state instantly, his eyes became sharper.

There is a very weak sword force on his body.

He put the iron sword on his left waist, making a gesture of about to draw the sword.

Although there is no scabbard, but at this moment, it seems to have an invisible scabbard.

He slowly closed his eyes, and Jian Xin's talent instantly bloomed.

To comprehend and feel, you don't need too many bells and whistles, you just need to see the timing, draw your sword and strike!

The victory or defeat is only in an instant!

"grade ten!!!"

When he reported his own soul power, Zhang Qing and the others were shocked.

"I can't tell, it turns out that you are the one who hides the deepest! So what! I am level nine, which is about the same! Let me experience how powerful you are!!"

"You dare to close your eyes even if you fight with me, you think you are a master at drawing a sword!"

Seeing Huang Wei like this, Zhang Qing was instantly upset. He stepped forward like a gust of wind, ran in front of Huang Wei, and punched Huang Wei in the face. The power of thunder flashed on the fist.

The heart of the sword is bright, everything is quiet, and everything is clear.

He was alone in the world, and everything around him was dark.

Feeling the source of Qi, he saw the slow motion of a fist coming.

This feeling is so magical.

A right side, dodged directly.

At the same time, he saw Zhang Qing's fatal flaw!

"ended."

A ray of light shot across the black screen, Huang Wei opened his eyes suddenly, and a sharp sword light flashed by.

At this moment, he drew his sword!

Swish!

The iron sword was unsheathed, and the strong wind was piercing.

The operation was so fast that it was too late to resist.

The afterimage of the iron sword swept across.

It has already hit Zhang Qing hard.

Bang!

Chapter 7

"what!"

Zhang Qing was in excruciating pain, spitting out saliva and blood, reflex pain in his ribs, and the sound of bones breaking, his body flew upside down quickly, hit the balcony, and sat there paralyzed.

"Whoo~"

Huang Wei withdrew his sword and let out a breath.

The triple power increase of the iron sword is really not covered.

Just now he withdrew his strength, because he was not sure if he would cut the opponent's body in half if he hit it with all his strength.

What was just now was just a discussion, there is no need to kill people.

And he didn't know the other party's background, if he killed someone, Brother Tao wouldn't be able to keep him.

"Gollum..."

"This is too strong..."

"It's not a class at all..."

Pan Hu and Xiaofu swallowed their saliva, they didn't expect that Zhang Qing, who had fought with them for several rounds, was ended in one round now.

"You want to fight me?"

Huang Wei looked at them.

They looked at the blood on the ground. Zhang Qing, who was holding his ribs on the balcony just now, looked uncomfortable, and there was blood flowing from his lips. He was coughing, and his face was pale and weak.

Immediately shook his head: "No...don't fight...you will be our boss from now on!"

They are not fools, not masochistic.

"Boss, I don't care. I just want to train. Don't bother me when I draw my sword in the future."

As Huang Wei said, he walked towards Zhang Qing.

"How about it, can you die or not?"

Hearing this, Zhang Qing gritted his teeth, looked at Huang Wei viciously and said, "I can't die, you're a tough guy, my ribs are broken again..."

And this time it was even more serious, and it hurt like hell to move.

Huang Wei frowned, looked at Pan Hu and Xiaofu and said, "You help him go to the infirmary to seek treatment from the teacher."

"Ah yes, Boss Huang!"

The two rushed over quickly and carefully helped Zhang Qing up.

The opponent was ashamed, obviously being hit.

I said such harsh words just now, and now it's over without even getting through a single round.

too frightening.

This guy is not as simple as it seems.

The three left.

Huang Wei summoned the iron sword, touched it, and smiled: "Iron sword, with the system, you will not be an ordinary sword, and I will lead you to become a powerful existence together!"

A cold light flashed across Tie Jian, as if responding to him.

"Okay, it's time to draw the sword."

So then he got busy.

He intends to try to draw the sword four hundred times in 60 seconds.

In the infirmary, the person who saw it was Zhang Qing again, and this time two people helped him over, and his injuries were more serious than before.

Zhang Qing showed embarrassment: "Hello, teacher, we meet again."

Teacher Yun walked over with a speechless face: "Student Zhang Qing, what are you doing? It didn't take long after the cure was completed, and it broke again? And it's even more serious than the one just now!"

"We are sparring, the subject of the sparring is a bit powerful, ahem...It hurts...Teacher, help me heal, I can't help it."

Zhang Qing's body trembled with pain, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Put him on the bed quickly, and I'll treat him right now." Seeing this, Teacher Yun said to Pan Hu and Xiaofu.

The two nodded and started doing it immediately.

Lying flat on the bed, he was being healed by Teacher Yun.

After a few minutes passed, Zhang Qing finally recovered.

Broken bones also recovered.

He's actually broken.

And it's a crack fracture.

That is, there were many cracks on the ribs, but they were not completely broken.

Otherwise, the broken bone would have pierced the internal organs.

That would be troublesome.

"Thank you, Teacher Yun." Zhang Qing slowly got up, his expression improved, and he was no longer in pain.

"Be careful in the future." Teacher Yun waved her hand.

Zhang Qing clenched his fists, recalling the scene of the battle with Huang Wei just now.

Immediately my heart palpitated.

The opponent closed his eyes, giving a very weak feeling. The initiative was in his hands, but in fact it was in Huang Wei's hands.

Be calm, react quickly, one hit is over.

He was afraid to think in his heart: "At the end, he should have withdrawn his strength, I can feel it, otherwise, the sharpness of the sword, plus the speed and strength of drawing the sword, would be enough to cut me in two when it hit me .”

"Let's go back."

After Zhang Qing gave the other party the treatment fee, he left.

In the dark corridor, three people walked quickly.

When I came to the door of the dormitory, I heard a constant clanging sound coming from inside.

It is very familiar to Zhang Qing.

Pushing open the door and entering, as expected, the other party frantically drew his sword on the balcony.

The speed was too fast, and all they saw were afterimages of the sword.

"This guy is a monster, right? Martial spirit is just an iron sword, but he was able to cultivate to level ten so quickly? It's really unbelievable."

Pan Hu and Xiaofu said.

"It's because he knows that his martial spirit is an iron sword, so he has to work harder." Zhang Qing's eyes were complicated, but he seemed to understand Huang Wei's efforts.

"Then we have to work harder, we can't lose."

Pan Hu clenched his fist and said.