The afterimages were reunited, and the sword light had reached Zhang Haoting's throat!
Zhang Haoting's face condensed, he raised his right hand, put his index and middle fingers together, and raised it upward.
A thunderball suddenly jumped out from the ground under his feet and hit Zhang Junmo's heavy sword.
boom!
Lightning bursts.
But in the light, the figure holding the sword seemed to split into many, then broke through the thunder and attacked Zhang Haoting from different directions!
The sword light dispersed the thunder, and Zhang Haoting's figure was twisted and broken between the light and shadow.
When you open your eyes again.
Zhang Haoting has returned to reality.
Looking at Zhang Junmo not far away, he took a deep breath.
"you win!"
There didn't seem to be much fluctuation in the sound.
He gave his best in every battle, so he wouldn't be too hung up on the outcome.
If he wins, he will try to keep winning.
If he loses, he will practice harder.
No matter what the outcome is, it will not hinder his progress.
"Next, it's up to you."
Zhang Haoting admired this junior student very much.
He is a few years younger than himself, but his talent is extremely amazing.
Thinking about it, facing that scary guy, there may not be a chance to defeat him.
Of course, in fact, after personally experiencing the opponent's terror, Zhang Haoting knew that it would be difficult for Zhang Junmo to win!
But no matter what, Zhang Junmo was the last person to stand in front of Song Wenyuan.
Come on!
Zhang Haoting left.
And what followed closely was Song Wenyuan.
Song Wenyuan's face was very gloomy, and he slowly walked onto the machine.
The anger Gao Shengzhong brought him before has not dissipated yet. He needs to vent!
And Zhang Junmo in front of him was obviously the best target.
He reached out to touch the machine under him, glanced at Zhang Junmo, and said with a bit of coldness in his voice: "This thing is really an eyesore, don't you think so?"
"It's so boring to kill people in there."
Zhang Junmo's face condensed slightly.
This Song Wenyuan, no matter in his expression or tone, did not hide his strong murderous intention.
"I'll tell you after you win first!"
Zhang Junmo pursed his lips.
He was not sure whether Song Wenyuan was the judge that night, but regardless of whether he was, judging from the strength shown by the other party, he was extremely terrifying!
It can be said that in this competition, all the students are not on the same level as him!
"It's the finals!"
"It seems that the champion this time is ours from Quan City!"
"Hahaha! Song Wenyuan really made our Quancheng College look good!"
At this time, the dean of Quancheng College was laughing happily, as if he was already standing on the podium and accepting the championship medal together with Song Wenyuan.
"The finals haven't started yet, and the winner hasn't been decided yet. Is it too early to be happy now?"
Dean Zhao of Xiacheng College looked at the other party and said coldly.
"Or do you like to daydream?"
The dean of Quancheng College glanced at Dean Zhao casually and said with a smile: "Is this really a comparison? Your Zhang Haoting from Xiacheng College is great, right? But under Song Wenyuan's hands, he is like a clay figure, no matter how much he is kneaded!"
"I have to admit that Zhang Junmo of yours is indeed quite capable! But he even struggled to defeat Zhang Haoting, so why should he fight with Song Wenyuan?"
"The results are already evident."
He spread his hands with a victor's smile on his face.
Especially when he saw that Dean Zhao of Xiacheng College's face turned ugly, he felt even happier.
Dean Zhao saw everything and naturally understood that what the other party said was actually correct.
Zhang Junmo and Zhang Haoting fought for a while before they decided the winner.
When Zhang Haoting faced Song Wenyuan, he was beaten to the point where he was unable to fight back. In the end, he even escaped a humiliating death by self-destruction.
But even so, despite enduring the power of Zhang Haoting's self-destruction, Song Wenyuan still stood there.
The difference between these is indeed obvious.
"No one knows the outcome until the end of the matter!"
But no matter what he thought in his heart, on the surface, Dean Zhao couldn't be discouraged first.
The audience was filled with people, and the cheers and cheers were deafening.
The game has reached this point, and it’s finally time for the final battle!
Both of them have experienced fighting again and again, three rounds of eliminations and seven consecutive points battles, and they are the strongest geniuses left!
"Zhang Junmo! Kill that dead face!"
"Come on! Don't lose to that pervert! Zhang Junmo, come on!"
"Fuck him! Song Wenyuan! Tear your opponent into pieces!"
"Yes! Go ahead no matter what! Crush this opponent in the end, and the championship will be yours!"
"Damn it! Someone actually cheered for Song Wenyuan? Is he mentally ill?"
"Fuck! I can cheer for whoever I want! I admire whoever is good. Is there a problem?"
"Hey, hey? You're awesome! Boy, I'll wait for you when the game is over! Don't leave if you have the guts!"
"Come on! Who is afraid of whom? Mother Xipi, labor and management are afraid of you?"
"..."
At the moment of the final, Song Wenyuan's supporters were no longer silent.
Although Song Wenyuan has always behaved very cruelly.
But in this world, there will always be a large group of people who become strong again. Song Wenyuan's performance is undoubtedly very powerful!
And this is destined to have a large group of people supporting him!
At this critical moment, with so much passion, those so-called ethical constraints have long since disappeared!
Power is justice!
On the martial arts field, two figures appeared again.
This time, only the two figures stood at both ends.
"Although it's boring, I still have to crush you into scum, so that I can feel better!"
As Song Wenyuan spoke, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, even bloodshot!
"So much nonsense!"
Song Wenyuan is very strong. Zhang Junmo can no longer hold back in this battle.
He plans to use his skills.
However, before that, he wanted to see where his limits were!
Fantasy swordsmanship!
Zhang Junmo's figure seemed to become illusory, and the sword energy surged around him, as if the air was distorted.
With a sword slashing down, in people's eyes, it seems that the trajectory of the sword is constantly changing!
"Hey~ a child's trick!"
Song Wenyuan sneered, looking at the sword slashing in front of him without dodging.
The heavy sword slashed towards his head, but it suddenly disappeared before landing, and then slashed from his side!
call!
Suddenly, Song Wenyuan didn't even look, he flew forward with a roundhouse kick, and struck hard on the black epee that was coming towards him.
"Above Heaven"
The huge force coming from the sword caused Zhang Junmo to tilt his body and lose his balance.
"What a power!"
Zhang Junmo was shocked.
The next moment, Song Wenyuan was in front of him, pointing his fingers towards his chest. On his fingertips, black light surged, full of the aura of death!
Seeing this scene, Zhang Junmo's eyelids jumped suddenly!
In his mind, he recalled the scene that night when the judge's pen pierced his chest!
How similar it is to his finger!
That black light was full of the aura of death.
That seems to be the will of death!
