Chapter 289 It's up to you to see if I can cut you to death
Anyone who is above the elder level of the academy has the right to compete for the position of dean of Langya Academy.
Only those who are capable will prevail and speak with strength. As long as you can defeat the current dean, you will be the next one.
Zeng Qiyan has been thinking about the position of dean of Langya Academy for decades, but he has never won the challenge to Song Zhenwei in these years.
Now that he has reached the halfway level of the mortal realm, it is time to feel proud and take revenge.
Song Zhenwei began to use his spiritual power as if facing a formidable enemy.
He squinted at the fairy sword in Song Weiqian's hand, feeling very helpless.
All this time, Sword Spirit has remained arrogant, refusing to recognize his master and not participate in the disputes within the academy. Now, he can only rely on himself.
"I want to see how many moves you can take from me."
Zeng Qiyan sneered, revealing his pale teeth.
As soon as he finished speaking, he immediately took action.
The energy roared, and a huge energy palm appeared, carrying a powerful force, and struck Song Zhenwei.
The palm whipped up a strong wind, exuding a faint fairy aura, and its terrifying power made people tremble.
Song Zhenwei let out a clear roar, his spiritual energy running wildly, and his body erupted with dark golden light.
He clasped his hands together, and a silver vortex appeared in front of him, blocking him like a millstone.
boom!
The millstone shattered, and the big palm also dimmed a lot. The remaining energy knocked Song Zhenwei back more than twenty meters, and his feet plowed a long mark on the ground.
Song Zhenwei was a little shocked. He didn't expect that the gap between the two sides was so big. As expected, the shackles were broken. After the immortal spiritual energy was cultivated in his body, his strength would change qualitatively.
Zeng Qiyan laughed proudly and looked at Song Zhenwei, "I'm in a good mood. Kneel down and beg for mercy. I can let you go."
"wishful thinking."
How could Song Zhenwei kneel down to others?
He soared into the sky, his spiritual energy surging all over his body, the void behind him twisted, and a phantom of a flying bird appeared with its wings spread high.
The Peng bird's wings spread out, runes filled the air, and the terrifying power was overwhelming.
Song Zhenwei's aura reached its peak, bursting out with his strongest combat power.
"If you don't become a mortal, you will always be an ant."
The corner of Zeng Qiyan's mouth curled up into a sinister smile, and as his eyes opened and closed, a frightening golden light shot out.
He stepped out and the ground cracked, and in an instant he was approaching Song Zhenwei.
Buzz…
Song Zhenwei's arms shook, and the roc bird behind him screamed loudly, and his whole body burst into dazzling light. He swooped down, and the huge energy poured out directly overwhelmed Zeng Qiyan.
Zeng Qiyan's eyes were cold, he clenched his hands tightly, a few wisps of ethereal fairy energy lingered around his fists, and he violently blasted them out.
The two energies collided violently, making a deafening sound.
Violent energy swept across all directions, the surrounding buildings were crushed to pieces on the spot, and the entire courtyard was in a mess.
Song Weixi bit her lip, her face full of worry. She knew that her old father was no match for Zeng Qiyan.
In the end, Song Zhenwei was defeated, and the phantom of the Pengniao behind him was wiped out, and he flew backwards, directly knocking down a house.
He coughed violently, red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his face was pale.
"You are too weak and vulnerable."
Zeng Qiyan did not let Song Zhenwei go easily, he flew over and kicked him away.
"ah!"
Song Zhenwei cried out in pain, feeling like several old bones in his body were broken.
He hit the ground hard and spat out a mouthful of blood again.
"What are you doing? You can't tear down the house if you're bored."
Ji Mo, who had just peeed and was hiding in the house, heard the noise, walked out to check the situation, and saw this scene.
"Miss Song, why are you standing there? The dean has been beaten like this. Why don't you take action? Go and chop this bastard to death."
Ji Mo wanted to go up to help and called out to Song Weiqian at the same time.
"This involves a dispute over the position of dean, and I cannot interfere."
Song Weixi was so anxious that she burst into tears. She also wanted to help, but she couldn't break the rules.
This battle will only end if one side admits defeat.
But Song Zhenwei is obviously very stubborn and unwilling to admit defeat.
"If you don't help, at least give the dean the sword to use, you are stupid." Ji Mo reminded.
Song Weiqian had a bitter look on her face. The fairy sword had never helped the two and never participated in the dispute with the dean.
However.
The next second, the fairy sword in her hand flew out and automatically fell into Song Zhenwei's hand.
Song Weiqian was stunned and then turned to ecstasy. She didn't expect that the sword spirit of the fairy sword would actually obey Ji Moyan.
Song Zhenwei's body trembled, and a stream of fairy energy poured out of the fairy sword into his body, quickly repairing his injuries.
He grasped the hilt of the sword tightly, climbed up from the ground, and looked up to the sky laughing wildly with excitement.
At this time, the fairy sword was completely willing to obey his control.
"If you are not an immortal, you are still an ant, right? I want to see how many swords you can take from me."
Song Zhenwei felt stronger than ever before, and his whole body was surrounded by the aura of the fairy spirit, as if he was possessed by the god of war.
"No, how is this possible? Sword Spirit has no reason to help you."
Zeng Qiyan swallowed his saliva and turned pale.
"Sword Spirit doesn't want to help me, but Mr. Ji can help me."
Song Zhenwei wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, knowing very well that the reason why the fairy sword was willing to be used by him was because of Ji Mo.
He was beaten badly by Zeng Qiyan, now it's time to take revenge.
"You're just half-stepping into the realm of mortals. You think you're awesome, don't you? It's up to you to see if I can hack you to death."
Song Zhenwei raised his sword and stepped forward.
The fairy sword in his hand was full of brilliance, as bright as the sun in the sky, and it exuded an unparalleled sharp sword light.
He raised the fairy sword high and slashed it down with force.
The terrifying sword light disappeared in a flash, directly knocking Zeng Qiyan away.
It was indeed a middle-grade immortal weapon, its power was really powerful, and Zeng Qiyan simply couldn't resist it.
"puff……"
Zeng Qiyan coughed up blood, his face full of panic. If Song Zhenwei hadn't been merciful and not fatal, he would have been sent to the west with this sword.
The power of this fairy sword was so terrifying that it was completely beyond his expectation!
"Hey, it was fun to beat me just now, wasn't it? Now it's my turn."
Song Zhenwei laughed and rushed towards Zeng Qiyan.
Zhu Chang and Wu Kong walked slowly towards Song Zhenwei's residence, already beginning to imagine a bright future in their hearts.
As long as Zeng Qiyan defeats Song Zhenwei and seizes the position of dean, then they will all benefit from it, and the benefits will be inevitable.
"Once Song Zhenwei falls, Ji Mo will also be done with it. Let's see how I kill him later."
Wu Kong was extremely excited and felt that a great revenge was about to be avenged.
"We can't let him go easily. We must torture him slowly and make him worse than death. Finally, he will die in endless pain."
Zhu Chang's eyes were vicious and his face was ferocious, "And his three students, all of them must die, no one can be spared."
When they approached Song Zhenwei's courtyard, they heard screams from a distance.
"Dean Zeng is still the same as before. He likes to torture his opponents. Song Zhenwei must be dealt with badly now."
Zhu Chang and Wu Kong thought the screams were from Song Zhenwei, and excitedly ran closer to see Song Zhenwei's miserable appearance.
When they got closer and took a closer look, the two of them were stunned.
Things turned out to be completely different from what I imagined.