A hint of ruthlessness appeared in Wen Jiang's eyes, and the judge's pen danced rapidly again, drawing six pen figures in the air. The next moment, the six pen figures in front of Wen Jiang turned at the same time, and six sharp pen flowers were drawn and they suddenly hit Ye Wuhen.
The power of the seventh-level mysterious soldier is not ordinary. Just four green lights blocked Ye Wuhen's Flying Tiger Sword. The other two pens pointed towards Ye Wuhen's shoulders. Ye Wuhen also reacted quickly, and suddenly went to the side, barely avoiding the two pens. However, the strong wind brought by the sharp pen still wiped Ye Wuhen's clothes on both sides of his shoulders, and they were also covered in blood.
“So strong…”
Ye Wuhen's heart was filled with storm. Although he knew that this Tianlong boy named Wenjiang had a seventh-level mysterious soldier in the morning, he could not imagine that this guy was not only powerful in the Xuan soldiers, but also his strength was not inferior to him. Before, he saw that his strength was only at the middle level of the Martial King. How much did this guy hide? Chile changed. Ye Wuhen was ready to give him the heaviest blow at the fastest speed.
Ye Wuhen suddenly condensed his aura, and ten sharp tiger fingers were condensed outside the ten fingers of his hands, and they were instantly flowing rapidly by the white true air flow. This move is the inherited martial arts of the Flying Tiger Empire, "The Great Heaven Tears Claws".
"The first style of Datian tearing claw: the chain claw!"
Ye Wuhen suddenly attacked Wen Jiang, and his two sharp claws kept crossing their chests and blasting out, leaving behind shadows in the air at such a fast speed.
"A little trick!"
Wen Jiang was not vague, and the judge's pen in his hand kept tapping out in front of him, and the sharp pen light on it easily collapsed the claw shadows.
Ye Wuhen was not anxious, and the attack of both claws changed again...
"The second style of Datian tearing claw: the broken claw, the third style: the wind claw..."
He slashed at Wen Jiang with one claw. Just as Wen Jiang was barely dodging, another claw swept across like a gust of wind. Even Wen Jiang was moving so fast that his clothes on his chest were cut.
"The fourth style of the Great Sky tearing claws: The tiger's heart-punching claws..."
I saw two claw shadows flowing with white true qi merged instantly, and the power was much stronger when crossed, and with a fierce momentum, it was printed towards Wen Jiang's chest.
The two talismans in Wen Jiang's hand were instantly crushed, and the white light flashed. The legs were quickly wrapped by a stream of white airflow, and its speed suddenly increased.
The best talisman of the king level: the wind talisman
Wen Jiang followed the power of the talisman and retreated quickly, and instantly left Ye Wuhen's attack range.
"Shura Killing Pen!"
At the same time, Wen Jiang shouted softly, and a stream of green true energy rolled at the tip of the judge's pen. In the blink of an eye, a green light pen as thick as an adult's arm condensed outside the judge's pen in his hand. At the same time, black void cracks were created in the space where the pen tip was located. The speed was so fast that Ye Wuhen could not avoid it at this time, and the result waiting for him was either death or slander.
"This pressure is worthy of being a seventh-level Xuan Soldier..."
"What kind of adventure did this guy have..."
"Maybe it's because of the deep family..."
...
When everyone was amazed, they saw a hint of ruthlessness in the corner of Ye Wuhen's eyes. The seventh-level mysterious soldier is not an ordinary thing. He doesn't have that lucky fate. At this time, in order to save the defeat, he can only use his ultimate move to fight back!
"Flying Tiger Change..."
Ye Wuhen's right leg became swollen and thick in the blink of an eye. The material on the pants outside the right leg was instantly broken. The bulging muscles showed its powerful explosive power. A stream of white fur completely covered it, and five pointed long claw hooks were stretched out on one foot, which had turned into a tiger's leg.
Seeing that the huge green crystal pen was about to coax his chest, Ye Wuhen stepped on his tiger's leg and the ground collapsed instantly. In one ten thousandth of a second, Ye Wuhen moved half of his body, and the stroke that he had originally had to kill hit Ye Wuhen's left shoulder.
A broken arm flew out horizontally with splashing blood, and fell on the ring with a "bang".
"ah…"
Ye Wuhen roared loudly, blood continued to spew out from his left shoulder, and half of his body was completely stained with blood, and his appearance was ferocious.
"I don't want to kill you, give up..."
Wen Jiang's faint voice came out, and his judge's pen pressed against Ye Wuhen's throat. Ye Wuhen stood on the spot. No one suspected that the judge's pen in Wen Jiang's hand would pierce Ye Wuhen's throat in one second.
"Tianlong Academy, Wen Jiangsheng!"
Although deaths are not prohibited during the game, everyone still does not want such a thing to happen, and the referee announced the result of the game in a timely manner.
Most of the people in the audience were shocked, without applause or cheers. The students of Tianlong Academy were surprisingly not applauded. Some people only felt cold on their backs. Among them, Tien Niu was even more suspicious. Is this still his roommate's gentle second? Why did he become so powerful, and why did he become so cruel, and what was going on?
Tie Niu didn't know, except Wen Jiang himself, no one knew what was going on with him.
The people from Feihu Academy were furious. Ye Wuhen fainted and was carried down by the people in the academy. The first person in Feihu Academy vowed to pay for the blood debt during the day.
The sunset is setting, and no one can understand Wen Jiang's distant back.
The next day...
"The second game: Ye Wushuang of Tianlong Academy vs. Huangfu Hefei of Tiandao Academy, the competition begins!"
"Dou!"
The sound of the gongs kicked off the battle...
Chu Feiyun stood under the stage and looked at the young man in golden martial arts uniform on the stage with a hint of hotness in his eyes. This person must be his biggest opponent in this grade ranking battle. Chu Feiyun is never afraid of any opponent. On the contrary, the stronger the opponent, the more interested Chu Feiyun can arouse his interest.
When he turned 16, this guy had already reached the Martial Emperor. How strong will his strength reach? However, despite this, Chu Feiyun also believed that Ye Wushuang would not be defeated so easily. Ye Wushuang had many secrets, so it is difficult to guarantee that he had any killer moves.
Ye Wushuang looked at his opponent, even though he was usually cold, his face changed slightly at this time. This guy was definitely not easy to deal with. The pressure he brought to him had never given to him among his peers.