The smoke of gunpowder filled, and several interlaced spiritual weapons were blown out by the explosion of energy. When they fell back, Yuan Qingqing jumped up at the same time, swung his hands, and the black pills filled with spiritual power were already covered with the five fingers of his hands!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Accompanied by a few sounds of breaking the air, several black pills flew out of her hand continuously, and several waves of air burst out in the air. The diffuse air explosion pushed the ball upwards and headed straight for the ball net in the air above.

At first glance, this operation was somewhat similar to Han Jiangchen who had just flew the ball, but the flying sword could only flew the ball, while the fire pill forced none of the people around him to come forward, so naturally he could not interrupt it. He could only exit the attack range, and watched Yuan Qingqing and the bubble dragon who was fighting Doudou, firing continuously in the air and making three layups in the last three.

"Well... According to what we learned before, the female student who is taking action now is a Danxiu."

The old class in front of the screen had a subtle expression and turned to the students below: "Students, what kind of inspiration have you got from this person? You can discuss it in groups."

The whole class was silent, and then it quickly divided into several groups and started discussing privately.

The first group of discussions was: "Pills, elixirs, golden elixirs are also elixirs, and explosives are also medicines. We must fully broaden our thinking and exert creativity."

The second group summary: "No one can take over the nanny in a group fight."

The third group is meaningful: "This story tells us that hot weapons are better than cold weapons."

Most of them were talking nonsense, but just as they were making a fuss below, Yuan Qingqing in the picture suddenly frowned.

After the continuous bombing, the last wave of air did not push the ball into the net as she wanted - because at this time a lightning flashed over from the side, and she hit the last fire pill first, causing it to explode in the air in advance.

Needless to say, it was Xiao Youyu next to him who launched the attack.

Others were not familiar with Yuan Qingqing's attack rhythm, but he was different. After so many times, he had already come up with a way to deal with the fire pill offensive.

As soon as the shot fell, the rising fairy ball was just falling down just a little from the net. As the ball fell to the ground, Wu Hao in the crowd stood up and appeared at the landing point of the ball the next second, and pushed out with one palm. Yuan Qingqing, who was chasing the ball, pushed out the ball in the air.

"!"

The ball that was about to be reached was knocked away, and Yuan Qingqing couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then quickly turned around to pursue it. But after a half-beat slow, a lightning light came from the air, just like a cat and a mouse fishing for cheese, and directly "fished" the ball out of her palm.

“…Hey?”

Yuan Qingqing was stunned and looked up. Sure enough, it was Xiao Youyu again. He used yo-yo to lead the black team to walk around the field, and now he used this trick to Yuan Qingqing again.

Under his pull, Yuan Qingqing really soared the ball. Her speed was faster than Xiao Youyu. Seeing that the spiritual power in her hand was approaching the edge of the fairy ball, Xiao Youyu in the sky threw his hand. The ball passed by her and passed the ball from the air to Wu Hao.

Seeing the ball jumping down again, Yuan Qingqing hurriedly leaned over and was about to catch it. However, just as he reached out his hand, Wu Hao had already punched the ball back to Xiao Youyu in the air. He watched the ball jump up and down between the open spaces, assisting the net all the way.

So this is the situation on the court now: Wu Hao dribbled the ball with force, Xiao Youyu attracted the ball with magnetic attractions, and passed the ball around. The speed was not fast, but Yuan Qingqing couldn't hit it in the middle, and was still jumping up and down by the balls jumping around the sky and the ground, like a teasing cat.

At first, Yuan Qingqing didn't understand what they were doing. Until the ball was about to run to the front of the net, she realized it and then became angry and funny.

——The two of them were venting their resentment that they were surprised to be killed by her in the first relay game.

Hey, come here, hey, you can’t beat him, hey, just play!

"You two... are enough!

Yuan Qingqing shouted, "It was necessary to expel spiritual power when it crossed the crowd, but at this time, Xiao Youyu's hand shook, and the fairy ball was wiping away with static electricity, almost making her hair fly. Then Wu Hao's hand was just in his chest, and he used the cloud hand to push the ball out and shoot it straight towards the net!

"ah!"

The students outside the screen subconsciously screamed. They couldn't understand the three of them's house-playing operations, but they could understand the tacit assist shot. However, the original two-dimensional plane offensive gave the two people a z-axis and shot from the air vertically!

But the ball did not shoot into the net in the end. Because just as it flew to the front of the net, a figure in white suddenly flashed out from the side, holding it in front of the body as a shield, holding it in front of both hands, and forcibly caught the ball - yes, it used its body to catch it, and blocked the opponent's net.

If he didn't score a goal, he would add a point to the Black Team.

"Is this a shot that made me faint? Is there an own goal?"

People outside the screen laughed at this burst of laughter, but only the students on the field knew: this goal was not an own.

Because right in the corner, Jiang Ling, dressed in black, was standing there, her eyes flashing with deep inspiration.

"Block the ball with your hands..." she ordered in a deep voice, "Bring it back!"

As soon as the words finished, the figure had already moved at the same time, throwing the ball into the air with one hand, as if sprinkling bait onto a lake. The students around him then soared into the air and rushed up. Among them, Song Xudong, who was running in the front was the White Team.

At this time, his spirit sword had already returned and used a striking attack to the fairy ball in front of him, and he wanted to kill the ball. But at this moment, another spirit sword was handed out from the side, stabbing the fairy ball in the sky with almost the same posture.

clang!

With an iron sound, two long swords attacked in the air. At both ends of the two swords, Song Xudong in white and Han Jiangchen in black were standing respectively.

The two of them descended from the air together, standing against each other on the ground, and handing out the sword with one hand. At the intersection of the tips of the two swords, the fairy ball was holding, like two chopsticks holding a dumpling.

All the students landed on the ground with their movements, dispersed with black and white as the center, stretched out their hands like basketball guards, staring at the ball at the tip of their swords to stop them, which made Song and Han even add a point of force in their hands, staring at the other party for a long time, and then suddenly, they set off their swords together!

For a moment, the sword light flashed between the two. Song Xudong suddenly stabbed out, pointing directly at Han Jiangchen's right shoulder, but saw Han Jiangchen shaking his wrist and slanting his sword. The sword tip passed through his opponent and slashed towards his left neck. Then he heard a clanging sound, and the two swords hit each other, buzzing and buzzing.

Before the buzzing sound could dissipate, the sword lights of the two swords had already staggered, and then they slashed and pulled each other, and in an instant, they dismantled several moves.

Ding! Snap! When!

Both of them tried their best, and the sword technique danced out sharp wind, and the sword blade touched with a sonorous sound. It was accompanied by a Taoist garment with obvious contrast between one black and one white, which was quite as powerful as a sword contest in the Chinese Mountains of Books.

The atmosphere on the field became anxious. Due to the close distance and too fast speed, the few guards next to them couldn't even insert their hands, so they could only stare at the opportunity to take action.

Everyone's faces were twisted subtly, including those on and off the screen.

Because at this time, from the audience's perspective, the fight between two sword cultivators is like this-

Song Xudong stabbed out with a sword, and the fairy ball in the center bounced out. Han Jiangchen then cut back and hit the spinning ball with a sword, pulling the defense steadily. Then Song Xudong slashed and smashed, Han Jiangchen saved the ball with a strike, and then slashed and changed the line, leading the ball to the east and west.

The two people's horizontal boards (swords) and vertical boards (swords) were changing, and they pulled fiercely. Just look at the ball surrounds between the two long swords, sometimes close and sometimes far, sometimes high and sometimes low, which can be said to be changing.

If you remove the cross-confrontation sound of the blade friction at this time and then add a ping-pong effect sound, the scene will be perfect.

However, after two or three breaths, seeing that Song and Han had been pulling each other for more than ten rounds, the two swords had dismantled more than twenty moves in a row. The sword move became tighter and tighter, and their faces also became clear.

"Wow, is this a sword comparison?"

"Which of these two sword cultivators is so powerful?"

The audience outside the screen who didn't know the truth stretched their necks and looked at the moves with interest. But for the students who knew the situation on the field, this was the battle between the representative of the sophomore sword cultivator and the first genius of the freshman year.

The two swords intersected one after another, and Song Xudong, on one side, was sweating secretly. Although both of them were controlling the ball with their swords, after this fight, he did not get much benefit from Han Jiangchen's hands.

As one of the top-notch sophomore sword cultivators, aside from the single-wheel sword technique of spiritual power, he is now unable to compare with a freshman?

The thought flickered, and his heart was shocked. The sword in his hand couldn't help but tighten, and he attacked Han Jiangchen with a powerful force.

However, Han Jiangchen's figure shook at this moment. Taking advantage of the gap when he used too much force, he raised the spiritual sword in his hand, hitting the weak point on the side of the sword. With a clanging sound, he directly raised the spiritual sword attacked by Song Xudong, causing the opponent's weak point to widen the weakness of the middle gate. At the same time, the fairy ball pulled between the two swords was bounced out!

Break the move!

There was cheering in the audience, and the students watching movies in the classroom slapped the table, clamoring as if they were ancient sword-watching tea classes. The old class on the podium quickly finished a passage and cleared their throats to suppress their excitement.

"I will post the editing of the screen to the class group after I came down. After I went back, I will take a look and write and analyze each move and make a move of no less than 1,000 words. Especially for students who are interested in making routes in the future, they should think more. If you can be half of these two people, then at least you will be more than enough to walk in society."

It is not surprising at all, and the school must write a review after watching the movie.

The moment she heard this, Yang Xiaohe felt that her eyes were dark - this was not an exaggeration. At that moment, she felt that her eyes suddenly covered with darkness. In an instant, countless scenes flashed through her eyes, and it seemed that because it was too fast, it seemed blurred.

As she was accompanied by this dark scene, she felt dizzy and a huge rock pressed on her heart. It seemed a little difficult to breathe for a while.

"Xiaohe?" The classmate next to her noticed her abnormality, "What's wrong? Is it okay?"

“…I’m fine.”

Yang Xiaohe shook his head hard, secretly retracted his mind, breathed in the small amount of spiritual power in his body. As his thoughts calmed down, the dark curtain in front of him slowly dissipated.

I was addicted to checking the information about Kunlun University students last night. I was too tired to stay up late.

She let out a long sigh, threw the abnormal discomfort behind her head, and turned her gaze back to the screen.

Like her, the sudden increase in homework made the students indoors feel a little disappointed for a while, but immediately became attracted by the competition.

However, Song Xudong's sword was exposed by his weakness and he reflexively set up a sword in front of defending the middle goal. However, Han Jiangchen's sword did not pierce, but just took the opportunity to lift it up, and pushed the fairy ball up like a volleyball serving and threw it to his team.

But it was not just the black team who stared at the ball at this time.

Just now, when they were discussing the ball in Huashan, the students around were already impatient. When they saw the ball thrown out, the members of the black and white teams immediately rushed up in the canteen with a meal. They chased and beat me and snatched me and snatched me. The scene was once very tragic.

Just look at the ball floating and rising several times in the vast sea of ​​people, but in the end, the black team Fang Yi rose from it, used his strength to cultivate his body, sink his energy into the Dantian and his mind and mind, and pushed it out with a heavy palm. The force of playing the bull across the mountain pushed the ball on the ball, and a powerful smash, dunking straight towards the white team's net!

"Oops!"

The players of the White Team knew that they were not good, so they quickly dispersed around to escape the central melee. Seeing the ball running towards the net, Wu Hao in white suddenly exerted force, jumped out of the crowd, flew over before the net, jumped up, and kicked out with one foot.

Bang!

Although Fang Yi attacked with all his strength and he was in a hurry to block the net, this straight kick directly shot Fang Yi's goal, shot in reverse, and went into the net in the opposite direction!

“Score, 38-37!”

Another 10-pointer overtakes the Black Team, and the scores of both sides were tightly grasped again. A new round of cheers broke out in the audience, and the old class in front of the screen took this opportunity to start the talk.

"Look at it carefully. Just now, this physical cultivation was not using hands, but focused its spiritual power on the lower plate for attack. This is a very typical example. Many students now only understand physical cultivation to be heavy punches and pushing their palms, but they always ignore the skill of the lower plate. This is a very wrong view and is not conducive to future practice. Pay attention to the use of spiritual power on the legs..."

Taking advantage of the few seconds of the ball picking up the ball, the old classmate flipped and even turned around and drew the outline of the move on the blackboard, writing the blackboard for this blow.

But the words on the blackboard fell into Yang Xiaohe's eyes, but soon, the blur in front of him turned into a shady curtain.

Like just now, she started to feel dizzy again.

Yang Xiaohe rubbed his eyes hard and shook his head, but this time the dark side did not dissipate easily, but instead became thicker and thicker. In a trance, she saw the flashback again, which seemed to be clearer than before.

It is precisely because of this that she saw the scenes clearly. She saw her standing at the school gate on the first day of elementary school and crying with fright. She saw the boy she liked holding hands with other girls, and saw... many unpleasant scenes.

They are all very familiar, all the experiences she had in the past. As they emerged, she felt that the most sensitive part of her heart was hit.

This is...
Chapter completed!