Sister, you miss me

The two stood opposite each other, each holding a wooden knife, about five or six meters apart, and stepped on the solid wood floor.

Park Jong-sung wore a white taekwondo suit, while Yoo Sheng Haowu was a black karate suit.

The only difference was that Hao Wu Liu Sheng had a wooden knife stuck in his waist.

Could it be that the neon warrior must be equipped with two knives around his waist, whether it is true or not?

Yang Feng shook his head, showing a smirk.

Throughout the library, nearly a thousand pairs of eyes stared at the two of them, everyone was breathless, and the needles could be heard.

The air almost solidified.

In the huge hall, only two people could laugh.

Yang Feng sneered, but Liu Shenghaowu was a crazy bloodthirsty sneer.

Just as soon as it was about to happen, if no one else squeezed in, Shi Shiran came to Yang Feng and made a victory sign to Pu Zhongsheng.

"Why are you so late?" Yang Feng looked at the field, leaning to Jin Zishan's side, and his voice was so low that only they could hear each other.

"I thought it was too late."

"how you said that?"

"I don't want to see the tragic situation of my brother being beaten up."

"You have no confidence in your second child like this? Maybe, what unexpected performance did he have, or the small universe burst out suddenly?"

"Let's wait and see!"

Standing opposite Yoo Sheng Hao Wu, Park Jong-sung thought a lot.

Based on Jin Zishan’s description, Park Jong-sheng probably estimated that Liu Sheng’s combat strength was too far from him. He was not sure how much Yang Feng’s breath could improve him, and that the breath could last how long.

Liu Shenghaowu's bloodshot eyes made Park Zhongsheng's heart frizzy. Damn, can he beat four black belt ninth dans?dry!

Park Zhongsheng finally couldn't bear the pressure and took the lead. With a wave of the wooden knife, he rushed up and slashed.

Haowu Liusheng didn't move, raising his knife to block.

"Snapped!"

In the first confrontation, Yoshitake's wooden sword actually broke a section.

Although it was a small piece of the palm, it greatly boosted the morale of Beiqing University.

"Okay, okay!" Some students couldn't help but applaud.

Jin Zishan frowned slightly and glanced at Yang Feng in surprise.

Yoshitake Yanagi looked down at the short sword, as if feeling unbelievable, he took three steps back abruptly, and then went fiercely and aggressively, turning defensive into offensive.

Cleave, stab, cut, lick...

One stroke is as fast as a stroke, and a blow is like a blow.

Even though Park Jong-sung was swaying from the left to the right and retreating steadily, he actually parried it all.

The hall of the library was filled with the violent drink of Yasushi Yoshitake and the crackling of wooden knives.

Seeing that Park Zhongsheng insisted on more than fifty strokes, Jin Zishan frowned and tightened, he asked himself, he would definitely lose within ten strokes.

Jin Zishan glanced at Yang Feng again, and saw that he looked at ease and contentment, so a doubt grew crazily in his heart.

At this time, Park Jong-sung was exhausted and sweaty.He never expected that Liu Sheng would be better than the four black belt ninth dans.

At this time, Liu Sheng Haowu's eyes were red, as if he was possessed by a killing god. He chased after Park Zhongsheng, trying his best every time.

Park Jong-sung has been struggling. In the audience, the boys clenched their fists, while the girls shed mixed tears of sympathy and touch.

Cui Haoyue was different. On the podium, her eyebrows were frowned, but Liu Shenghaowu was concerned from the beginning to the end.

"Yeah--"

As if feeling the end of Park Zhongsheng's strong crossbow, Liu Shenghaowu shouted in an attempt to win.

Liu Shenghao Wuyu leaped up, smashing Huashan with one stroke, with overwhelming power and great power.

If there is no accident, Park Jong-sung will definitely lose.

Almost everyone thought so, many girls even covered their eyes and couldn't bear to look again.

Looks more handsome than Bae Yongjoon, won't it be ruined!Some girls are sorry.

Park Zhongsheng knew that when the final moment of deciding the victory or defeat was reached, Yoo Sheng Haowu's sword fell from the sky, with a fierce aura, he felt it, he gritted his teeth and stabbed the opponent's blade with the knife.

"Snapped!"

Yoshitake's wooden sword broke at the sound, breaking two thirds.

This was an ending that no one could have imagined, and Yaosheng Haowu couldn't accept it even more. For a moment he was stunned on the spot.

At this time, Yang Feng snapped his fingers.

With a soft "pop", Park Zhongsheng felt that the Yongquan Acupoint was hot for no reason, so he lifted his foot and kicked it towards Yoo Wu's abdomen.

Liu Shenghao Wu Yuyao stepped back eight steps in a row, still standing on an unstable footing, and fell to the ground.

The situation of the battle turned out to be reversed. Everyone couldn't help but stand up. Both Beiqing University and Mingren College were very excited.

Park Zhongsheng was panting like a cow, still teetering on the ground with a knife.

However, he did not expect that he could actually kick the murderous Haowu Liu Sheng, who was possessed by the murderer, to a foot, and he was definitely not what he could perform when he was exhausted.

"It's a breath, it must be the breath of the fourth child!"

Park Zhongsheng cast his gaze on Yang Feng, feeling excited.

Of course Jin Zishan caught all this, and he said solemnly: "Fourth, are you hiding something from me?"

"Second, be careful!"

"Little Bell, be careful."

Everyone was dazzled by the victory, including Park Zhongsheng, but Yang Feng didn't, and neither was Park Zhongsheng's mother Cui Haoyue.

Yang Feng faintly felt that Liu Shenghaowu was a little abnormal today, and he was a little too excited.

Therefore, even though Liu Shenghaowu was kicked down, Yang Feng still did not relax his attention to him.

Therefore, when Liu Shenghaowu fought back, Yang Feng was able to warn him for the first time.

To Yang Feng's surprise, Cui Haoyue also saw this, and Yang Feng understood it as her beloved son.

Yu Sheng Haowu drew out the second knife, shouting "I won't lose", and rushed to Park Zhongsheng with a faster speed and heavier force.

Yoo Sheng Haowu slashed diagonally, and Park Zhongsheng sealed it with a wooden knife.

"Snapped!"

This time, Park Jong-sung's wooden knife broke in the middle.

Liu Shenghaowu swung his sword again.

Park Jong-sheng had to block with his arms.

The knife arms collided, and there was a muffled sound, making Park Zhong faint with pain.

Yoo Sheng's third slashing and slashing followed, and this time, Park Zhongsheng opened his door wide.

"Little Bell--" Cui Haoyue exclaimed in silence.

The girls closed their eyes again, and they couldn't bear to see that the hero in their hearts was seriously injured.

However, this is about to become inevitable.

At this time, a figure rushed into the arena, stood in front of Park Zhongsheng, and grabbed the wooden knife.

"Since the outcome is divided, why do you have to kill the killer?"

It wasn't until this voice came out that everyone discovered that Yang Feng did not know when he was on the court and prevented the situation from getting worse.

"Fourth old, I tried my best..." Park Zhong fainted with Yang Feng after speaking.

"Let go!" Liu Shenghaowu gritted his teeth.

Yang Feng suddenly turned his head and met Liu Shenghao Wu's blood-red mad look.

The two began to wrestle each other.

With a soft "pop", Liu Sheng Haowu's knife couldn't stand Yang Feng's strong grip, and finally revealed the true face of Lushan.

There is a knife in the knife.

The outer wooden knife, the inner real knife.

This is the second sword of Liu Shenghaowu, and it has such a mystery.

For a time, countless condemning eyes and countless condemning voices directly overwhelmed Liu Shenghaowu and the entire Mingren Academy.

"what--"

Liu Shenghaowu shouted wildly and drew a long knife from Yang Feng's hand.

If it weren't for Yang Feng to let go faster, I'm afraid his hands would be cut.

It is a good knife, with a long blade and a bright like autumn water.

Liu Shenghaowu held a knife in both hands, facing Yang Feng, his face was filled with anger in his eyes, and he was still accumulating.

"Good Wu, it's over!" Junko Liu Sheng shouted.

"Yiu Shenghaowu, I order you to put down the knife!" Senguya said severely.

"Shut up, you all give me silence, it's not over, everything has just begun!" Liu Shenghaowu's face was full of madness, "Yang Feng, you have repeatedly bad my good deeds. I said I want to challenge you, right now."

"I won't fight you, at least not now."

Yang Feng made a mistake, and the distance from Liu Shenghaowu widened to more than eight meters.

"Why, I'm afraid!"

Yang Feng shook his head: "It's not because you are afraid, but because you have problems not only with swords, but also with people."

"You have a problem!"

"I strongly recommend a urine test for you. If it is not positive, I will leave it to you, dare you agree?"

"You..." Liu Shenghaowu's eyes widened to the limit. Of course he didn't dare. In sports events, athletes who took banned drugs could be identified through urine tests, but how did Yang Feng tell?

"I'm going to kill you."

Before Liu Shenghaowu's words fell, the man pounced on it, and the sword was swung out.

Yang Feng was always a body of flesh and blood. How could he dare to head-on, he dodged it dangerously and dangerously, and a corner of his leather jacket flew into the sky.

"My Fan Si..."

The word "Zhe" has not yet been exported, but Yoshitake Yanu hit it again.

Still splitting, stabbing, teasing, and cutting.

Yang Feng was the first to bear the brunt, and finally felt the majestic and painful aura of a knife.

With one knife and one knife, Yang Feng always escaped from the inconvenience, and it was dangerous.

Wang Bingqian and Qin Xue clasped their four hands tightly together, and their faces were all bloodless.

Liu Shenghaowu's sudden attack did not work, and his time to return gave Yang Feng a chance to breathe.

A good piece of leather was turned into pieces.

"Yiu Sheng is martial, destroy my leather jacket, I will never end with you."

"We are at odds."

"You are so crazy and dangerous, you are not afraid of being killed on the spot. The armed police are already on the road."

"Before that, I will send you on the road first."

"Do you really think I'm afraid you won't make it?"

"It's useless to talk hard, suffer to death."

Liu Sheng Haowu stabs the knife straight, and Yang Feng clamps the blade with two fingers on one side of the body, and twists it hard.

"Papa--" With a crisp sound, Yaosheng Yoshitake's sword is only a hand long.

Yoshitake Liu stared at the broken knife, stunned.

Yang Feng never let him gasp, slapped him backhand and fanned him out eight meters away.

Just after Liu Shenghaowu landed, Yang Feng's figure arrived again. He grabbed Liu Shenghaowu's front breast and waved him to give him symmetry.

With two slaps down, Liu Sheng's cheeks quickly swelled, his mouth burst, his nose was long, and he became a puddle of slime.

"Okay, good fight!"

"Non-my family, its heart must be different."

"Long live Yang Feng, Yang Feng is so handsome, I love you."

All kinds of applause, no one blames Yang Feng for being brutal and bloody, but more applause, applause.

Yang Feng wanted to fight again, but her arm was tightly hugged by Liu Shengchunzi. She shook her head with red eyes. The sad and sad eyes were enough to turn a hundred-strength steel into a soft finger. No man could Refuse.

"Humph!" Yang Feng snorted coldly, leaving Liu Shenghaowu, and said loudly: "Mingren Academy has come from a long way, three battles and three defeats, it's over, everyone is gone."

"Do not--"

Liu Shenghaowu knelt and sat up, panting, his swollen cheeks squeezed his eyes into two slits: "A soldier can kill but not insult, and a soldier can kill but not insult!"

"Oh, isn't it? Then you can cut your abdomen now." Yang Feng kicked the broken knife towards Liu Shenghaowu.