Chapter 42: Eight-game losing streak

C_t; Outside the 'door' of the military field, suddenly quiet, the disciples of Lingwu College are face ‘color’ sinking. [See the latest chapter of the book, please go to the Marshmallow novel network www.mianhuatang.cc]. Visit: .

They did not think that Li Zhan would be defeated by one stroke. This is the first ‘stick’, and they are psychologically a big blow.

"Unspeakable!"

Nwanshan sneered and glanced at the disciples of Lingwu College.

"Mom, that million mountains are too arrogant!"

The disciples of Lingwu College were so angry that they were erotic, and clenched their fists. They wanted to go up immediately and killed the Wanshan Mountain.

All along, the disciples of the Lingwu Academy are indeed scattered, but after the Mo Yunzong, they are unprecedented unity and unanimous.

"Oh, I will beat you to find your teeth!"

A young boy from Li’s family was angry. He rushed to the ring in one step, and his eyes sparkled. He had the best relationship with Li Zhan, and he could not be insulted.

"Lingba College Liba!"

He doubled his fist and pulled out the iron sword directly. The eight instincts rushed up, the bright light, with a fierce breath, suddenly killed the Wanshan.

"Unfortunately, you are not qualified enough!"

Nwanshan sneered, and the eight innocent slammed into the sword, with a low-pitched voice, and the sword was stabbed, and a small gossip appeared on the tip of the sword, rapidly spinning.

" "

That sword, Wanshan does not avoid flashing, squatting down, and in the moment of smashing, the gossip small disk, all of a sudden, Li Ba’s eight instincts are shattered.

"嗤".

The sword swayed to open the iron sword of the latter. In the blink of an eye, Li Ba’s arm was torn apart, and the blood quickly oozing out. The strong force directly flew out Li Ba.

Li Ba defeated!

Everyone can't help but see that the face 'color' has changed. Wanshan is not only an eight-level martial art, but also holds a ‘door’ yellow martial art, so that Li Ba is not an opponent.

"Oh, is this a disciple of Lingwu College?"

Wanshan sneered and despised the audience.

"Hateful, mad at me!"

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"Hey, the yellow-level warrior is all, I am going to fight you!"

Another Li family has stepped into the ring, and he is much more stable than Li Ba.

"Li Liang!"

Li Liang hugged his fists coldly, and then he pulled out a sword and sighed in a hurry.

"Yellow-level martial arts - cracking knife!"

The sound fell, and the sword was smashed out, and on the sword, the infuriating air suddenly burst and swept the past toward Wanshan.

Wanshan God 'color' has to be cautiously many, the sword has killed a true instinct, resisting the power of the real gas explosion.

He slashed his sword, and a gossip was gradually enlarged, almost as big as a human head, welcoming forward.

"Dangdang..."

A 'chaos' crit, under the yellow martial arts, Wanshan also reversed two steps, the left shoulder, the 'legs' were cut by the infuriating, forming a two-inch long blood Mouth, blood flow is not limited.

"Li Liang, brother, too ‘sticky’, will drive that Wanshan down the stage, Huang-level martial arts, and I also have Lingwu College.”

"Looking at a 'Mao' line, thinking that everyone else is as obvious as you!"

The people of Lingwu College were greeted with ‘color’ and talked a lot. They sneered at the Wanshan Mountain and waved their fists excitedly.

"Wanshan is a little bit big."

However, a group of disciples of Mo Yunzong seemed calm, but his mouth was sneer.

"court death!"

Wanshan’s eyes were ‘pumped’ and looked at the injury on his body.

In his angry voice, a more powerful instinct, suddenly roared, the ninth instinct appeared!

Nine-level martial arts!

This made the Lingwu Academy's excited voice come to an end. Everyone changed their face's color. They didn't think that Wanshan had been playing pigs and eating tigers. It was a small genius.

"kill!"

He screamed, and all the nine instincts rushed up. The gossip was a little bigger and pushed out. The power was completely different, and even the air was "squeaky".

"Block me!"

That Li Liang's ‘color’ ‘yin’ sinks, the eight instincts are shining, and he’s wrong, he wants to escape.

However, the collapse of the platform is so big, that Wanshan sword swept over, simply can not hide, which makes Li Liang face ‘color’ change, I am afraid that the latter has already expected that he will dodge.

Now, I can only fight hard.

The cracking knife smashed out, and the infuriating anger exploded. It formed a fog and wanted to resist the gossip.

Unfortunately, it is still in vain!

" "

When the sound started, Li Liang slammed backwards and fell off the platform in one step. The gossip was very powerful and nearly knocked his arms off his reads.

Li Liang also lost!

The disciples of Lingwu College were silent, and the face 'color' became more and more ugly. From Li Zhan to Li Liang, they had lost three straight, which made them lose face, even Moshan’s face was dark. It’s down.

"Oh, this year, Lingwu College is much worse than in previous years!" Wanshan pulled his mouth and screamed.

"It’s just a nine-level warrior. Do you dare to call it?!"

The disciples of Lingwu College are all mad, but they have the heart to defeat Wanshan, but the strength is not enough.

And people like Li Jun, Moran, Xiaolong, etc., are also angry, and it is not only personal strength but also the strength of the entire team.

If they are on the scene now, they can defeat the Wanshan Mountain, but they will be consumed by the other disciples of Mo Yunzong. When Mo Yunzong is a master of four sizes, there will be no more opponents.

Therefore, they can only endure and stay until the end.

"let me try!"

At this time, some of the disciples of the Lingwu Academy came out. The disciple was also a ninth-level martial artist. He killed a dozen tricks with the Wanshan Mountain and finally lost it.

"I come!"

Another person walked out, facing the Wanshan, Lingwu College, this side is also a shame, they sent out nine martial arts, to defeat the latter in this realm.

However, he still lost.

Of course, Nawanshan was also injured. The abdomen was torn apart by a hole that was not deep and shallow. Even the ‘chest’ mouth was cut by a sword, which made him more angry, and his face was filled with suffocation.

"Who else, Lingwu College is so capable?" Wanshan shouted.

As a result, many disciples of Lingwu College are irritated.

They have lost five straight!

"kill!"

"on!"

"Get rid of him!"

Three martial artists rushed up. Some of them also mastered a 'door' yellow-level martial arts. They played dozens of tactics against Nawanshan, but they were finally bombarded by Wanshan’s gossip.

"Eight defeats!"

The disciples of Lingwu College are all red, this is a shame. They are so many people, and they are still at home, they have been killed to this extent, and they have never been in the past.

"Nan Wanshan is invincible in the military world?!"

Their eyes are dim, and this is being bullied to the door of the house.

The most important thing is that they are not in the martial arts, no one can beat Wanshan, Lingwu College can be said to have lost their faces.

"Moshan brother, you are a little weak this year!"

The elders of Mo Yunzong smiled and read;

"Oh, this year, my disciples of Lingwu Academy, most of them broke through the military, so they lost to you Mo Yunzong." Moshan face ‘color’ is a deep way.

"Then wait and see." Mo Yunzong elders.

"Yu Qing, you go up and beat him!" Moshan face ‘color’ ugly.

"Yes!"

Yan Qing nodded. He was a warrior. He wanted to stay behind. He wanted to pave the way to the five masters of Lingwu College. But who would have thought of being forced to this? !

So, he got on.

"Yu Qing brother, come on."

"You must defeat the Wanshan Mountain and fight for us."

People are struggling to make a big noise, and they are all dying. This is something they cannot tolerate.

"Yu Qing, a warrior?!"

Nanyashan is a face of 'color', and a warrior is not so good to deal with, so he has to be careful.

"蹬"

Yan Qing jumped into the ring, his eyes were very cold, and he took out a spear in his hand, showing a blue color, and his name was 'crossing'.

"Get it."

He snorted and stared at Wanshan. Unlike the 9th-level martial arts, he had strong confidence.

"kill!"

Surprisingly, Wanshan did not refute, and immediately began to work, the sword and murderous, the gossip small disk suddenly rushed toward the green.

However, Yan Qing just calmly took a palm, a cyclone flew out, like a blooming lotus 'flower', smashed the air, and immediately slammed into the gossip.

" "

This time, Wanshan snorted and fell back three big steps, and his face 'color' was white.

The gossip is an instant crack, and the swords are trembled a few times. This is the gap between the warriors and the martial arts. A martial art can defeat him.

"Put it out!"

That Wanshan screamed, and a sword and another sword smashed out, and the gossip small disk fluttered in the sky, and they all pressed toward the blue.

"Unfortunately, you are not qualified enough!"

Yan Qing sneered, single-handedly shot out, formed a cyclone, completely broke the gossip, and even Wanshan were shot and flew out.

"puff"

Wanshan spit a blood, and God's ‘color’ was gray, and when he fell, he fell on the platform. He lost and lost to the warrior.

"I will see you go around in the future!"

The mouth of the green mouth plucked a smudge of the 'color', and he jerked his foot out and kicked the Wanshan to the downfall.

"Hey, Big Brother is too ok's read;!"

"Ten Wanshan lost, arrogant, can you be arrogant to the end?!"

The disciples of Lingwu College are all amnesty, they are invigorated, and the youth is too strong. Even Wanshan can only resist in vain.

This is the counterattack of Lingwu College!

"This is just the beginning. The big brother of Daqing will go all the way, and ‘force’ that the four masters of Mo Yunzong have to fight.”

All the teenagers in the family are holding their fists hard.

It used to be Wanshan’s dominance, and now it’s their turn.

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