I Didn't Get Into The Warrior High School And Had No Choice But To Draw My Sword.

"What!?"

The long sword passed through Xu Fengshuang's body, and hundreds of sword energy erupted from the end of the sword, instantly tearing apart all her defenses.

Bang!

Countless balls of blood mist exploded from Xu Fengshuang's whole body, and these blood mist were evaporated into red air under the high-energy spiritual pressure.

With just one blow, Xu Fengshuang entered a state of near-death.

Her body turned into a ball of white light and disappeared into the arena. Like Wu Yueqing, she did not enter the hospital, but directly entered the medical tank.

It took only a moment to eliminate Xu Fengshuang. Zhao Bukong didn't give the Chinese martial arts people any time to breathe. He pointed his sword at a spiritual clone in the outer circle.

Uh-huh!

Just like an immortal descended into the world, Zhao Bukong's body quickly flew to the clone. He was thousands of meters away but in a blink of an eye, it was amazing!

"careful!"

Mo Qingwu, the deputy captain of Wenren Youyue, suddenly shouted, just as she was about to summon the puppet, Zhao Bukong's long sword had already arrived!

Poof!

One sword penetrates the body!

Like Xu Fengshuang, hundreds of sword energy penetrated Wenren Youyue's body. The protective spiritual pressure and combat uniforms were no different than air in front of the long sword that condensed more than 500 warriors!

"Captain!"

"Sister Youyue!"

In the red air that filled the sky, Wenren Youyue turned into a white light and disappeared.

"So strong!"

"Too cruel!"

Only after Zhao Bukong killed two C-level experts from China Wuhan University in a row did the netizens watching the game in the live broadcast room react.

It's not that they were shocked, but that Zhao Bukong's speed was too fast, so fast that their visual nerves could no longer detect it!

"I never expected that Southwest Wuhan University would have such a unique trick!"

"There have been talented people from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years! The era in which Huaxia Martial Arts University and Imperial Martial Arts University were tied as heroes will be rewritten from today on!"

"I declare that I am a ten-year-old fan of Southwest Wuhan University!"

The situation at this moment is already one-sided for Southwest Wuhan University, and the defeat of China Wuhan University has been decided!

Zhao Bukong pointed his sword and flew to the spiritual clone in the direction of 6 o'clock again. Here was the last hundred-man group of Huaxia Wuhan University supported by the small city defense!

"Thousand Sword Jue!"

Zhao Bukong made a gesture with his fingers, pointing at the large group of a hundred people!

Uh-huh!

Different from the previous Hundred Sword Art, this time thousands of spiritual swords flew out from the Qilin sword!

If the previous Hundred Sword Jue was like a violent storm, this time the Thousand Sword Jue was like a locust crossing the border, directly gnawing away the hundreds of people from Huaxia Wuhan University, leaving nothing behind!

At this moment, there is one word to describe the mood of the warriors inside and outside the Huaxia Martial Arts University, and that is despair!

Because Zhao Bukong can take care of them all by himself!

"what to do!?"

There is no way to fight now. A BOSS-level strongman appears directly on the opposite side. No matter how many people are there, they are all going to send him off. What's more, the Huaxia Wuhan University is at the end of its rope, and the last remaining combat power has been wiped out by Zhao Bukong. .

The only ones left were more than 100 medical warriors who were weak in combat and could only heal, and the chief Wu Fan, who was recovering from a huge spiritual drain on his body due to fighting against the big demon.

If there is a miracle in this world, everyone can still look forward to it. Unfortunately, this kind of thing only exists in people's delusions. It is a manifestation of the loser's unwillingness before the end.

"it's over."

Zhao Bukong's Kirin sword cracked open a thin crack. If you want to gain huge power, you must pay a corresponding price.

"it's over?"

Just when Zhao Bukong wanted to kill Wu Fan and the remaining hundred medical warriors before the sword body collapsed, a figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Wu Fan shouted loudly to the hundreds of medical and warrior girls behind him:

"Everyone..."

"Use Kite Shake on me!"

ha! ?

Not only Zhao Bukong, but also the presidents of various Wuhan universities who were watching the game couldn't help but be surprised and said:

"What does he want to do? Can his body withstand more than a hundred people flying kites?"

Someone as strong as Zhao Bukong could only draw huge spiritual pressure to the Qilin sword, because he himself could not bear such a powerful force.

"It's just a desperate counterattack!"

Zhao Bukong raised his sword and flew towards the spirit clone at 9 o'clock, while powerful spiritual pressure exploded in his body.

"Spiritual Nine Heavens!"

With the blessing of the Shushan Sword Formation, Zhao Bukong's long sword actually flew out 9 body-breaking sword energy!

"Today's top 8..."

"We are admitted to Southwest Wuhan University!"

boom!

The sword energy flew across the sky, killing Wu Fan like nine divine dragons!

Boom boom boom!

A terrifying spiritual explosion exploded on the ground where Wu Fan was. The violent spiritual pressure flew out in all directions, causing violent landslides in the surrounding solid black rock mountains. The black rock mountains closest to the explosion, which were hundreds of meters away, directly cracked open!

"Exaggeration, really exaggeration!"

"This finishing blow is really explosive!"

Just when some people thought the game was over, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Why didn't the prompt from Bai Zhan appear?"

"Yes, and the game is not over?"

Zhao Bukong frowned and looked solemn. The cracks on the Qilin sword were much denser than before.

boom!

The spiritual pressure soaring into the sky dispersed the dust and smoke within a radius of a hundred meters, and a figure shot out from inside instantly.

Clang!

"Uh uh uh!"

Zhao Bukong didn't even see the opponent's movements clearly, but subconsciously raised his sword to block!

The moment the long knife collided with the spiritual sword, Zhao Bukong saw a pair of red eyes!

"What!?"

In an instant, the world in front of Zhao Bukong turned red, and the terrifying murderous intent coming from all directions threatened to tear him apart!

"break!"

Zhao Bukong's sword heart was clear and he was guarding the mourning platform. The redness in front of his eyes disappeared instantly, but what came right after was a long sword!

Click!

Zhao Bukong evaded urgently, but was still hit in the shoulder, and his left hand was cut off directly!

"Captain!"

"chief!"

Behind him, more than 500 Southwest Wuhan University freshmen who were providing spiritual power shouted in shock after seeing Zhao Bukong's arm being chopped off.

Zhao Bukong endured the pain, and his figure flashed and instantly appeared in the direction of 3 o'clock, which was the farthest distance from Wu Fan.

At this time, everyone saw Wu Fan's current state clearly. Wu Fan's combat uniform on his upper body was in tatters and he was in a miserable state.

But opposite to this embarrassment, there are hundreds of long lines of green, pink, blue, red and orange spirit bodies behind him. On top of these hundreds of long lines, there are more than 100 medical warrior girls flying in the air!

They have different shapes, but the only thing they have in common is that they are continuously blessing Wu Fan with his spiritual pressure!

At this time, the players' spiritual pressure test forms appeared on the big screens in the live broadcast room and the viewing room.

And when everyone saw Wu Fan's spiritual pressure...

"Oh my God!"