"After attacking for so long, it's time for me to be replaced."
Sean held the gun barrel tightly with his fingers. He looked at Cen Xinshi, then smiled, and his arrogance burst out.
The tip of his spear shook and the sole of his foot stamped, causing the ground to crack. However, his figure shot straight out, and the golden spear in his hand roared out.
The spear thrust out, nothing fancy, just the simplest shot, but it was like a wild python coming out of its hole, swallowing mountains and rivers with rage.
Outside the court, everyone was holding their breath and not daring to make a sound.
Their eyes were fixed on the field with concentration and fanaticism, fearing that they would miss even the slightest bit.
What Sean is teaching is not just Cen Xinshi, but everyone.
Compared to Cen Xinshi's rage caused by hatred, they will get more.
Instead of retreating, Cen Xinshi advanced rapidly. The moment Sean fired his gun, his cold iron spear also followed. It was like a black python, rushing up to the sky. Its momentum was not inferior to Sean's shot. .
He didn't need to defend himself at all, and his indomitable killing power also left people outside the field speechless.
Bang bang bang!
The two figures intertwined like lightning, the black and gold gun shadows kept colliding, and the violent wind raged, leaving traces on the ground wherever it passed.
The many eyes gathered here were slightly moved when they looked at the fierce and fierce confrontation between the two.
"See clearly!"
Suddenly, Sean's gun turned and suddenly became sharper. The golden gun shadow tore the air, stabbed out violently, and the air flow was raging.
Stab, pick, chop, peel, tease...
Countless basic movements formed a storm-like offensive, pouring towards Cen Xinshi as fast as lightning, like an endless river of spears, picking, stabbing or chopping.
Sometimes a little golden light streaks across the sky, and sometimes it falls like a golden rain. Everyone is dazzled and overwhelmed by the sight.
At this time, a mysterious guest came to the Academy Palace. He had a smile on his face and an aloof temperament.
Cang Yuan and many other powerful men did not dare to neglect and quickly stood up to salute. However, the mysterious guest waved his hand, pointed to the martial arts field gently, and then watched quietly with a smile.
Outside the martial arts arena, there were three strange teenagers standing with Cangqiu, watching and chatting.
At this moment, their eyes were also fixed on the field, firmly memorizing the simplest movements, and that kind of piety was far more fanatical than acquiring some advanced martial arts.
Swish, brush, brush!
At this moment, the two people fighting fiercely in the martial arts arena never had any fierce collisions. Cen Xinshi was in a hurry by Sean's quick attacks that were as fast as lightning and indistinguishable to the naked eye.
And every time Sean reached the point where the opponent couldn't defend himself, he would put away his gun and launch a new attack.
Just when Cen Xinshi was in chaos, Sean's gun speed suddenly slowed down, and a seemingly slow shot was more difficult to prevent than a fast gun.
Because every shot struck Cen Xinshi's weakest part, even if Cen Xinshi was determined to die, he subconsciously had to defend himself.
He was completely caught up in Sean's almost incomprehensible rhythm.
Countless people watched with bated breath, and no one made a sound, because at this time, Sean was bringing everyone into a state of mind.
Looking for a gap!
An artistic conception of looking for each other's flaws and weaknesses.
The mysterious guest stroked his white beard with a smile on his face and kept nodding his head. The strong man from the older generation was also intoxicated and could not extricate himself.
Sometimes, it doesn't take a high level and a strong strength to achieve this kind of artistic conception. This kind of simple skill of discerning every detail and taking advantage of the opportunity brings everyone into a state of being clumsy and skillful, returning to nature.
"go to hell!"
Suddenly, the momentum in the field suddenly changed, and Cen Xinshi's murderous intent surged in his eyes. He actually ignored Sean's offensive and stabbed out with a spear.
The cold light shines brightly on the gun body, and the tip of the gun condenses with an extremely sharp aura. Wherever the gun tip passes, even the air is clearly torn apart.
The ground beneath his feet squeaked, followed by deep scratches.
This shot was extremely stunning. It obviously reached Cen Xinshi's strongest combat power, and among all the students, there would definitely be no more than ten people who could take this shot.
After all, Cen Xinshi was originally one of the top ten people on the Shenglong Ranking.
Outside the martial arts arena, everyone's expressions changed. They were obviously aware of the ferocity of this shot. Cen Xinshi's style of attack was completely disregarding his own life.
And everyone knows that Sean will not kill him!
At this moment, even Cen Leer and the two sisters felt that their eldest brother had gone too far.
"It's not that easy!"
Sean smiled softly, and swept out the gun barrel in his hand. When the two gun barrels touched, he shook Cen Xinshi's gun away with a strong force.
"The angry python turns..."
Cen Xin's stone spear was swung away, and his murderous intent became stronger. He bit his steel teeth, and his face became more ferocious. His momentum instantly rose, and he ignored any of Sean's attacks and continued to focus on his ultimate move.
boom!
However, the spear move in Cen Xinshi's hand had not yet taken shape. When the gun barrel shook, Xiao En was able to disperse the move.
"Sifang..."
"Zhifeng..."
"..."
Cen Xinshi continued to focus on his moves, but before each move was formed, he would be blown away by Sean's shot. He became discouraged and directly threw the gun to the ground, covered his head with his face, and looked up to the sky and screamed.
"Auntie, I'm useless. I can't avenge you, I can't avenge you!"
Loss and despair filled Cen Xinshi again. He knelt on his knees, tears streaming down his face, and roared to the sky.
Seeing her elder brother's miserable state, Cen Leer didn't know what to do.
She knew that Sean's tolerance of Cen Xinshi again and again was definitely not because he promised her three dates, because this kind of tolerance was far beyond this scope.
As well as Canglan Academy's attitude towards them, she knew that there must be another hidden reason behind the death of the sad and resentful demon.
However, Sean remained silent and turned all the humiliation into favors and returned them, which was simply incomprehensible.
"If you continue like this, not to mention that you won't be able to get revenge, no one here, even here, will think highly of you."
Sean looked at Cen Xinshi who was hiding his face and crying bitterly, and said coldly: "Now you have a chance to kill me. If you can't seize it, then there is nothing I can do."
"what chance?"
Upon hearing this, Cen Xinshi's eyes were filled with fiery madness again, and his eyeballs were once again filled with astonishing murderous intent.
"Three days later, the Tianmu Sect's inheritance palace will be organized. At that time, the first batch of fifty strongest people will be organized to enter the inheritance place. Wherever there is a martial arts that can kill me, it depends on whether you can grasp it. a chance."
Sean looked at Cen Xinshi with still cold eyes, and continued: "The spear moves I fought with you just now are the moves to break into the inheritance land. If you remember them, you can break through and get the inheritance martial arts you want most. If you want to continue to sink, I can’t stop you.”
The tone was cold, but it contained a hint of motivation, and it had an unquestionable meaning.
If someone else had said it, Cen Xinshi might not believe it, but when Sean said it loudly, he believed it without a doubt.
Because Cen Leer once broke into the inheritance place and obtained the inheritance martial arts.
"Okay, just wait, I will definitely get the inherited martial arts, and I will definitely kill you. I will remember those moves."
Cen Xinshi suddenly woke up, his eyes were fiery, his fighting spirit was high, and his voice filled with cold murderous intent resounded through the sky and lingered for a long time.
"It's really hard for your students."
Cen Han saw his son sinking again and again, and being awakened by Sean again and again, his relieved tone contained a trace of guilt.
"Haha, these are matters for the younger generation, let them solve it themselves." Cang Yuan smiled lightly, obviously very satisfied with Sean's approach.
"Wait a minute, little devil, I'm almost driving that kid crazy. You pointed him out, shouldn't you point out me too?"
A hearty voice came out from the crowd, and then, a vigorous figure rushed out, and the handsome Wan Xuan stood in front of Sean.
"Not bad!"
An Qing is also a victim, so naturally he will not let Xiao Xiao go.
"Okay, there's no need to fight. Give me your knife." Sean saw the crowd's excitement and did not refuse. He immediately shouted: "Pillar."
Wan Xuan laughed and threw the sharp knife in his hand to Sean. The martial arts arena suddenly became heated, and pillars were erected in an orderly manner.
Everyone knows that this is just the beginning. I believe that everyone will hold on to Sean and all kinds of weapons will appear in various colors.
"Different weapons have different characteristics. As for the basic skills, I believe everyone is familiar with their own weapons. Just practice more. Now, I am just practicing the use of different powers of different weapons."
After Sean finished speaking, his aura changed, and a sharp aura suddenly emitted from his whole body, making people feel that he was the knife, and the knife was him.
Chopping, chopping, whittling, beheading...
Sean performed every simple action vividly. After a round of sharp knife strikes, the wind of the knife slowed down, combining attack and defense. Then, the knife speed was spread at an extremely slow speed, with continuous force. The artistic conception is endless.
Swish, brush, brush!
Suddenly, Sean suddenly shot in front of a pile. The sharp knife in his hand struck the pile thirteen times in a row. The light of the knife flashed, and then he slowly put away the knife and stood still, smiling. The knife was thrown to Wan Xuan, who was slightly absent-minded next to him.
Click, click, click!
Unbeknownst to everyone, the pile that had been split by Sean's air knife unexpectedly split fourteen times at the same time, and each cut was smooth and flat.
Not to mention cutting with a knife, many people just use a knife to cut and polish it again, but they can't guarantee that the cut will be so smooth and flat. The most frightening thing is that the wind of the knife does not leave any trace.
Bang bang bang!
Before the broken wooden blocks hit the ground, thunderous applause erupted in the martial arts arena, as if even the blood was boiling.
"It's my turn!"
An Qing was even more straightforward. Without standing up, he raised his jade hand and threw out the folding fan in his hand.
"The fan is wide, making it easier to defend than to attack. It only needs to move up and down to form a large area of defense, and the blade of the fan is as sharp as an axe, as sharp as a sword."
After Sean finished talking, he opened a folding fan in his hand to form an open blade, and then cut crosswise and diagonally, cutting out more than a dozen wedge-shaped wooden blocks from a pile more than two meters high.
Another fan swept out, and among the dozens of sparse piles in the martial arts arena, three-inch-long pieces of wood jumped up, and the cuts were as smooth as a knife.
Bang bang bang!
Suddenly, Sean closed the fan, and the folding fan flew wildly in his hand like an iron ruler, smashing an incredible section of a pile into pieces.
If you want to smash a pile into pieces, no one in the field can't do it, but if you want to smash it into powder like Sean, I'm afraid not even the strong men of the older generation can do it. .
Tsk tsk tsk!
Immediately afterwards, Sean used a fan instead of a sword and stabbed it straight out in his hand. He instantly made dozens of small holes on a pile before throwing the folding fan back to An Qing.
