Chapter 142 Want to Kill Me?

Why did the long stick suddenly switch sides?

Mu Fan's pupils are staring at that end now, and he intuitively feels that the momentum on the other side is different from before.

There is still a tearing pain when the left arm is moved, and it is impossible to exert force at all. Holding the long training stick behind his right hand, Mu Fan bowed like a dormant tiger.

It was the first time for the members of the mid-air observation group to see weapons fighting, and many of them were obviously interested.

Second Lieutenant Tian stepped forward suddenly and drew circles with both ends of the stick at the same time. At the same moment, one end of the stick was drawn from front to back and down, while the other end was drawn from back to front and up. Between the virtual and actual attacks, use the right end of the stick to point towards Mu Fan's left temple.

Mu Fan's temples twitched, his arm suddenly folded, and he used his elbow to press the long stick to cover it from one side with great force, breaking the opponent's strangled blow with all his strength.

When the two sticks collided, Mu Fan noticed that the newly replaced end was used by Second Lieutenant Tian to touch the ground.

So why replace it?

Or……

It's just confusing!

"Small strangulation." Ruan Xiongfeng, with his arms in his arms, suddenly said three words coldly. This was the name of the first move of the weapon's killing technique.

Now he is very sure that the other party may come with killing intent!

Who dares to commit murder on such an occasion!

What was destroyed was not an ordinary person, but a star of hope for the future of the academy!

If I let Lao Tzu find out, I will tear you apart!

"drop!"

Suddenly there was a vibration in Tianxun, not a voice, but a text message.

"I'm sorry, Commander Ruan. The alert was triggered when I checked just now. I don't have enough authority. The gendarmerie may come later. This message is encrypted. Don't worry, the communication records have been destroyed."

Looking at the last blinking punctuation mark, Ruan Xiongfeng creaked his fists. He finally confirmed that someone was behind this matter, and the level was probably very high!

How could this commoner kid touch such a high level!

Boy, survive for me!

...

Seeing Mu Fan block his first move, Tian Qingyun's eyes were full of meaning.

Boy, I'm afraid I'm going to kill a genius today.

The long stick that failed was already on the ground, and now it was suddenly swept by a brute force, and the bitter wind was about to blow off Mu Fan's legs.

Sweep legs and collapse!

Little strangulation chasing technique!

This is entirely due to the influence of Mu Fan's current body movement.

One arm was already crippled, and now he wanted to cripple Mu Fan's two legs.

What Mu Fan felt in this move was a kind of cold killing intent, that kind of iron-blooded killing that is unique to soldiers!

The long stick was about to hit his legs in an instant, Mu Fan twisted his waist, lifted his feet off the ground, and forcibly controlled himself to turn around in the air horizontally on the spot.

Hmph, the long stick that was swept just now swung strangely in Tian Qingyun's hand, and then drew a circle with inertia, turned back into the air, and then smashed it down hard!

The second chasing technique-swinging round and hacking.

Every step of the way!

Mu Fan, whose body was still in mid-air, instinctively felt that something was wrong, because the sound of the long stick breaking through the air came too fast, and even phantoms began to appear.

And this feeling of splitting the air...

It's not like what a stick can make!

Mu Fan's pupils shrank, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the side that was cut this time was the side that was aimed at him after exchanging hands just now!

With a twist of his wrist, Mu Fan carried the long stick behind his back, trying to resist the blow by supporting the stick on his back.

But he didn't notice the strange movements of Tian Qingyun's hands holding the long stick, so he didn't know that the long stick was not an ordinary smash at all.

Click!

Hearing a crisp sound, the long stick on Mu Fan's back was broken with one blow. Only then did he finally realize that there was something wrong with the long stick opposite him.

That is definitely not a wooden stick, but cold metal.

puff!

The heavy stick with huge potential energy slammed into his back, and Mu Fan let out a muffled groan, and immediately spit out a mouthful of blood.

When the still steaming blood sprayed onto the ground of the fighting arena, everyone who was watching unexpectedly shouted "Hello" at the same time.

They didn't know the truth of the matter at all, but seeing that terrifying No. 1578 was injured, it meant that this battle might be exciting, and watching the excitement was never a big deal.

Mu Fan was hit hard on the ground. He could tell with incomparable strength of the blow just now that it was probably level 21. Now his internal organs seemed to be misplaced.

wind? not good!

Mu Fan, who hadn't recovered yet, heard another sharp sound of air being cut.

Snapped!

Mu Fan forcefully exerted his strength, and spat out another mouthful of blood. Holding the broken stick in his right hand, he stabbed it hard into the ground, and then turned over by himself, avoiding the diagonal split.

Somewhat unexpectedly, Tian Qingyun thought that the trick just now could completely deal with this kid.

After receiving two heavy sticks from his killing technique in a row, his internal organs might be torn to such a degree that he would not be able to reach the medical point at all.

Attacked three times in a row, with killing intent.

Finally confirming the opponent's purpose, Mu Fan wiped the corner of his mouth with his right shoulder to wipe away the blood.

Then he spat out a mouthful of spit.

"It really surprised me." Tian Qingyun couldn't hold back when he survived two of the three killing techniques.

Pooh!

The look in Mu Fan's eyes now is that of a lone wolf driven to a dead end, a kind of desperate madness.

He will never be knocked down, and he will never admit defeat!

interesting. Looking at the expression in the eyes of the young man in front of him and his guarded posture, he was not prepared to admit defeat at all.

Hehe, since you want to die, you can't blame me.

Tian Qingyun raised the side of the long stick that had been replaced with alloys again, gently pushed the bottom end with his left hand, and held it backwards with his right hand. The whole person assumed another strange posture, but the killing intent continued unabated!

"Have you finally started to be shameless?" Ruan Xiongfeng exuded evil spirits all over his body in mid-air, causing no one to stand within two meters around him.

"What is Lao Ruan doing now?" Ruan Xiongfeng's movement startled the people around him, but seeing the cold expression on Ruan Xiongfeng's face and the evil spirit around him, that bald head was particularly terrifying.

No one dares to approach.

Except for Ruan Xiongfeng who has rich experience, no one at the scene could see the strangeness in the audience.

...

Weapon Killing Technique - Whirlwind Killing Stick!

Hoo, hoo, hoo...

Tian Qingyun's hands began to alternate, alternately.

The long stick also began to slowly rotate with a specific rhythm, continuously rotating around the two alternating palms, and then began to accelerate.

The whistling sound of breaking wind came, and that strange whistling sound once again attracted the attention of the crowd.

At this time, some viewers finally raised questions.

"This...is a move that can be used at level 17?"

It's a pity that the scene was noisy, and more people were concentrating on the fights in other places. These few questions were quickly drowned out by the crowd.

Finally, Tian Qingyun spun the long stick in his hand to the extreme, and then raised his hands above his head.

"Since you don't leave, then...go to die!"

Finally, a cold killing intent appeared in his eyes, and for this final blow, Tian Qingyun decided to send the opponent on the road.

Heh, the aura around Mu Fan's body was extremely cold, and a faint green light flashed across his palm.

The muscles of the right arm under the long-sleeved jacket were all stretched out, and the two fingers were rubbed violently in a gesture that a normal person would never be able to do.

Woohoo!

The broken stick was erected in Mu Fan's palm and began to spin at a high speed, followed by a strange sound of wind.

Holding a long stick in his right hand, he lifted his drooping eyelids, revealing an indifference to life in his eyes.

"Want to kill me..."

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