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

boom!

At 3:58 in the morning, the entire Taiziling shook violently!

"Is it finally here?"

Wu Fan, who was lying on the bed and dozing, instantly opened his eyes. Amidst the piercing sound of the alarm, he kicked the internally locked alloy door.

boom!

The 50 cm thick alloy steel plate was kicked away by Wu Fan who was bursting with spiritual pressure all over his body. The two-person high door panel dented directly from the middle and hit the metal wall in the corridor!

"What are you doing!?"

"Don't go out!"

Hearing the noise, a cult warrior on guard rushed over. He was wearing a blue cult mask and his identity was a cult believer.

Wu Fan didn't speak, and the other person answered with a cold light!

"Well..."

Seeing Wu Fan's body in front of him disappear into an afterimage, the blue-faced believer touched his neck, but then a line of blood appeared on his neck...

Beep! Beep! Beep!

When the Snow Mountain shook violently again, the corridor illuminated by incandescent lamps instantly went dark, but soon the internal power supply was activated and the corridor returned to its original state.

"Stop him!"

Wu Fan didn't run for long when a small group of cult warriors appeared in front of him, some wearing black masks, some white, some blue...

"who are you!?"

"Is it an enemy that broke in?"

Because Wu Fan had just arrived, these middle and low-end cult warriors didn't know Wu Fan at all. Looking at his young appearance, they thought he was just a small striker.

"Fengchen Jue Nian Slash!"

Without any nonsense, Wu Fan directly held the long alloy knife horizontally by his side, then grabbed the handle of the knife with both hands and pulled forward with force, and his body swept nearly a hundred meters away in an instant!

Poof!

Suddenly, dozens of 2-meter-long void sword auras appeared on the road Wu Fan passed. These sword auras were like filtering screens, killing these cult warriors indiscriminately. If he was lucky, only his arms and legs would touch him. A trace of sword energy was obtained, and those who were unlucky were cut off by at least a dozen knives!

"I don't want to die..."

"Get out of here!"

Seeing Wu Fan kill dozens of people with one move, the rest of the team of cult warriors who had just arrived for reinforcements subconsciously stepped back.

It is true that they are cult warriors, but Wu Fan can even beat the blue-faced B-level warriors in seconds. They are a group of bastards who are not even B-level. They rush up and let them play Fruit Ninja - cut and play?

After all, without the support of faith, no matter how great the benefits are promised, there is no way for a person to willingly die.

"Take me to the secret cell."

Wu Fan put his long knife against the back of a blue-robed judge and asked him to lead him. At this time, he could feel the fierce battle taking place outside the Snowy Mountains.

"Are there any Transcendent A Grade experts fighting?"

Even though he was separated by thick mountains and metal walls, the terrifying spiritual pressure still made his heart beat faster and blood circulation accelerate.

After cutting down 7 or 8 batches of intercepting cult teams along the way, Wu Fan finally came to the door of the secret prison. What surprised him was that the door leading to the secret prison was particularly thick and made of spirit-suppressing iron. A small energy protection shield is also arranged outside.

"It's really you!"

At this moment, a terrifying spiritual pressure came from Wu Fan's back, and a thick ring-headed sword struck towards Wu Fan's head!

Clang!

Wu Fan blocked with his backhand, and the alloy long knife was cut 2 centimeters deep by the ring-headed broadsword!

boom!

The purple-faced disciple punched Wu Fan in the chest. Wu Fan's whole body flew out and hit the heavy secret prison door hard!

"B-level martial arts!"

"Ksitigarbha sword!"

The purple-faced disciple thrust the big knife into the ground, and then dozens of terrifying blades suddenly appeared below Wu Fan. The thick secret prison door was instantly riddled with holes. If anyone was inside, he would definitely be killed. Being strangled into a ball of meat!

"It's too easy for you to die like this!"

"I'm going to catch you and dig out your spiritual weapon!"

The purple-faced disciple showed his fierceness. It turned out that he had been targeting Wu Fan's spiritual weapon from the beginning. After all, it was the spiritual weapon of the chief and national champion of the Chinese Wushu University. It also used a knife. Who could not be tempted?

At this moment, a voice came from the ear of the purple-faced disciple.

"Want my spiritual weapon?"

"Just because you are a cult warrior who doesn't have the right spiritual weapon, who doesn't have the spiritual pressure to concentrate, and who doesn't have proficient martial arts skills..."

"It's worthy!?"

Wu Fan clenched his fist with his right hand and lit up the halo behind his back. The terrifying spiritual pressure gathered on his fist and punched the purple-faced disciple!

"A-level martial arts!"

"Cun Jin opens the sky!"

Wu Fan did not hold back his strength, it was not a weakened version. Wu Fan's punch was full of firepower. When it hit the purple-faced disciple's body-protecting spiritual pressure, it exploded like atoms with countless microscopic nuclear explosions!

Boom!

It was like a punch punched through a half-meter-thick steel plate, and a dull explosion exploded in the air, like summer thunder!

"vomit!"

Different from the purple-clothed verdict of the tribunal, the purple-faced disciple of the cult vomited blood and flew backwards like a cannonball. He hit the door of the secret cell 10 times faster than Wu Fan before, directly smashing the heavy The soul-suppressing iron gate made a human-shaped dent!

"you..."

Just as the purple-faced disciple was about to speak, he saw a beam of light rising from Wu Fan's body. The terrifying power even made the hairs on his body tremble with fear!

"Innate martial arts!"

"Cut heaven and earth with one sword!"

Even in an underground base in the Snowy Mountains, this knife was shocking enough. Somewhere in the Snowy Mountains late in the morning, after a burst of terrifying knife light, a skylight several hundred meters deep suddenly exploded!

Wow...

Countless gravel, snow slag, and trees are rolling and flying everywhere!

"Mengluoxi!"

Regardless of whether his spiritual pressure had bottomed out or not, Wu Fan rushed into the dark prison with the 10-fold recovery of the Ziwei Star Ring reaching its limit.

"Well?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

In the deepest part of the secret cell, Meng Luoxi heard Wu Fan's cry and began to desperately scream for help. The chain that imprisoned her was pulled by her and made a clanging sound.

clang!

Wu Fan pulled out the alloy sword and chopped it on the iron chain, but the alloy sword was directly broken into two pieces in a burst of sparks!

"this!?"

Seeing this, Wu Fan didn't say anything, just squeezed it with one hand, and pulled out a rusty knife with cracks from the void!

"drink!"

Wu Fan slashed with his sword, and the iron chain broke with a sound, but the cracks on the long sword became a little more severe.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his throat uncontrollably. Wu Fan didn't stop, and chopped another iron chain into pieces with his backhand.

"Woooo..."

Seeing Wu Fan's appearance, Meng Luoxi's eyes turned red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she struggled even more fiercely than before.

"Walk!"

After cutting off the chains, Wu Fan stuffed Meng Luoxi into the mask space, while he held a long knife and prepared to escape from the skylight that had just been broken.

"Don't...want to...leave..."

Just when Wu Fan was about to leave, an arm grabbed his ankle. Wu Fan looked back and saw that it was the purple-faced disciple who was not dead yet.

After all, Wu Fan only has C level. No matter how strong his trump card is, he can't kill his opponent instantly by surpassing two higher levels. Being able to beat A level like this is already the limit.

But at this moment, a cold light flashed, and the hand of the Zimen disciple holding Wu Fan's ankle was cut off with a sword!

"why you?"

Wu Fan looked at the person who came and found that it was Zhao Yonggang who had brought him to the cult base in the first place. At this time, Zhao Yonggang was wrapped in bandages and the spiritual weapon in his hand was still dripping with blood.

"You go first and leave him to me."

After hearing what the other party said, Wu Fan didn't hesitate, he turned around and left.

And just after Wu Fan left, Zhao Yonggang no longer looked like before, looking at the purple-faced disciple who fell on the ground with a serious expression.

"When you attacked Wu Fan before, you didn't take me seriously at all. You thought I was an ant who could be ravaged by you at will..."

"But I didn't expect that the person who killed you in the end..."

"It's actually me!"

As Zhao Yonggang spoke, he used the long sword in his hand to slash down on the purple-faced disciple on the ground!