The arrogant beast-riding goddess

Chapter 545 [Strong promotion] (18)

"Young people need this kind of vitality. Now you have won two games in a row. If you win another game, you will have the qualification to maintain the championship. The arena will be handed over to the other nine teams. There are three teams fighting, of course, you can also choose to continue fighting and directly become No.1..."

Su Qi just grinned, waved his muscular hand lightly, and the Yunqiang ax kept turning in his palm as if it had no weight.

He Long smiled lightly, and began to draw wooden cards again.

This time, he threw his target at Leng Yue Thirteen Swords in the corner.

Inside Leng Yue Thirteen Knives, a young man with an ordinary appearance, a gray-white rough gown, and a domineering dragon-headed sword hanging from his waist reached out to take the wooden sign with a gloomy expression.

Zhuge Duhan next to him smiled wryly and shook his head, looking at Leng Meiying's expression, he seemed extremely helpless.

"Ho Ho, Leng Yue Thirteen Knives, Leng Yue Thirteen Knives..."

Some old students who watched the excitement began to cheer loudly.

As the well-known Leng Yue Thirteen Swords among the old students, the reputation of this team is simply catching up with Tuntian.

Now that the freshmen of the dragon group who are in full swing face such a group of strong men, it is naturally very attractive. Everyone wants to see what will happen when such two teams of strong men collide. kind of spark.

The leader of Leng Yue Thirteen Knives, a very ordinary-looking young man raised his head slightly, and looked at Leng Meiying in the other direction from afar, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes.

"This time, let me do it!" Zhuge Duhan sighed, then walked out from the stage, took a few steps, and suddenly jumped up onto the arena.

The young man in gray robe glanced at his back, then lowered his head again, closed his eyes and recovered.

On the court, Su Qi also smiled wryly when he saw Zhuge Duhan coming up.

"Master Zhuge, what are you doing?"

Zhuge Duhan raised his eyebrows, laughed and said, "Come here to learn about the disciples trained by Ms. Leng, let's say it first, don't be merciful later, use as much energy as you can, don't think I will lose to you, I have practiced very seriously these days."

Su Qi couldn't make up his mind, so he could only turn around and glance at Leng Meiying.

Leng Meiying drank her tea, her face full of helplessness, seeing Su Qiwang's behavior, she still nodded at him.

No matter what, this game is still to be won.

Seeing Leng Meiying nodded, Su Qi put away his contempt and shouted: "Master Zhuge, be careful, drink!"

With a loud shout, Yun Qiang's giant ax cut across a sharp arc, and slashed towards Zhuge Duhan like lightning.

The latter let out a chuckle, and the two-handed sword came out of its sheath awe-inspiringly. When the sheath was unsheathed, a smear of blood swayed from the edge of the sword.

"Dangdangdang!!!"

The sound of the continuous clash of weapons between the two resounded throughout the arena. Both of them were heavy weapons, both of them were powerful, and both of them were pure blows of pure strength, without a trace of fancy, not at all. Carrying a half-point of arrogance.

Heavy blows, heavy blows, heavy blows, continuous heavy blows, caused the weapons of the two people to spark a lot of sparks, which looked extremely gorgeous.

The Yunqiang Ax is very powerful, it belongs to the magic weapon.

But Zhuge Duhan's two-handed sword is also not bad, and it is not inferior to Master Yun Qiang in terms of weapon quality.

(End of this chapter)