The era of global magic

At this time, Chai Ziming didn't pay attention, and saw a cold light flow by, and the clothes on his chest were cut open in an instant.

The fourth-level battle armor was exposed.

"Level [-] battle armor can't stop it."

Zhao Dai sneered at this moment, and continued to attack Chai Ziming!

This Zhao Dai, after all, is a Tier [-] martial artist, and his strength at this time is also very powerful.

Under the battle between the two, the wound on his arm also burst open.

Blood flowed out instantly.

"Zi Ming, come down!"

Lin Luo frowned when he saw this scene.

Continuing to fight now would be very unfavorable to Chai Ziming.

After all, Zhao Dai is a fifth-rank martial artist, so the gap is a bit big.

But Chai Ziming's face was cold at this time, and he continued to fight Zhao Dai.

And at this time, Chai Ziming obviously changed his sword style.

The sword technique became more fierce.

whoosh-

The tip of the long sword slashed across his neck, leaving a shallow bloodstain on his neck.

Zhao Dai turned pale with shock.

He never expected that Chai Ziming's swordsmanship would suddenly become very mysterious!

And just at that moment, he actually had a feeling that he was about to die.

"Go away!"

Seeing that Chai Ziming was still attacking reluctantly, Zhao Dai was furious.

With an angry shout, a powerful energy rushed out, directly sending Chai Ziming's body flying.

"Humph!"

Chai Ziming snorted coldly at this time, and the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a strong light due to the blooming of a large amount of source power!

"Sikong Nine Swords!?"

Looking at this scene, Luo Shaozong's eyes widened.

At this time, the long sword in Chai Ziming's hand came out directly.

At the next moment, 2 long swords were transformed into two, and they attacked Zhao Dai who was charging at the same time!

The pupils in Zhao Dai's eyes shrank slightly as he watched this scene, and the long sword in his right hand directly blocked the first long sword that flew over.

But the next long sword full of light only followed.

when--

Although he resisted this sword strike, his body was pushed back.

And the last long sword continued to stab!

"what!!!"

With a roar, all the strength in his body was released, and it was directly transmitted to the long sword in his hand.

Knock away the last long sword that hit it directly!

No more!

He roared inwardly.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his neck, and a long sword was placed on his neck.

The sharp blade directly cut through his skin, and immediately blood flowed down from his neck.

"I won."

Chai Ziming said calmly.

This long sword is very sharp, even if he is a fifth-level warrior, he can't resist it.

It turned out that the three swords were all fake, and the real long sword was still in his hands!

"I surrender."

Zhao Dai had no choice but to admit defeat at this time.

As soon as he moved, Chai Ziming's sword could cut his throat instantly.

Because in just a moment, all the source power of his body was transferred to the long sword, and there was no way to use the source power to protect him at this time.

"Sikong's nine swords, Ziming is already able to use three swords."

There was still surprise in Luo Shaozong's eyes.

"Hurry up and deal with the wound, don't play in the next game."

As Chai Ziming jumped off the fighting platform, Lin Luo immediately said.

"Hmm." Chai Ziming's entire arm was covered in blood, and it looked like he was seriously injured.

If he wanted to fight again, he couldn't fight anymore.

"The next battle is No. 1111 Lin Luo, against Neil!"

After hearing the broadcast, Lin Luo narrowed his eyes slightly.

If I heard correctly, is this Neil a warrior from the Imperial College of the United States?

"Lin Luo, be careful."

Zhang Yongqiang also came over.

Said with a serious face.

The people of the Imperial College of the United States are indeed capable.

"fine."

Lin Luo walked over holding Fang Tian's painting halberd in his hand, and the evil spirit in his whole body was released unabashedly.

Chapter 4 Lin Luo's Anger

"The people of the Imperial College of the United States are a bit arrogant."

Tan Yong looked over there at this time, and said in a cold voice.

Zuo Qiujian has now left here.

With Zuo Qiujian around, the student of Yangcheng Martial Arts Academy who had just lost his limbs would definitely not die.

However, the future path of martial arts may be more difficult.

At this moment, Tan Yong's face was gloomy and cold.

It was unexpected that Imperial College of the United States would also come to participate.

But this time the Young Martial Artist Competition, it was not stated in advance that they cannot be allowed to participate.

At the same time, following Tan Yong's eyes, he looked towards the warriors from the Imperial Academy.

The tutor of Imperial College also looked this way.

Looking at Tan Yong over there, the corner of his mouth curled up.

Like, laughing at it.

"Damn!"

Seeing this scene, Tan Yong's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

This person seems to be provoking him!

"You don't need to fight with them, you can see real kung fu on the battlefield."

Zhang Tianzhi also said lightly at this time.

Although the four major academies are in competition, but now the martial artist from the United States is doing this in the Chinese competition, which makes him very unhappy.

"Humph."

Tan Yong snorted coldly, and at this moment looked at the battle platform over there.

Take a closer look, at this moment, Lin Luo has already stepped onto the stage!

At this time, Lin Luo held the exaggerated Fang Tian painted halberd in his hand, and stared at the warrior from the Imperial College of the United States who was also standing opposite the battle platform.

The figure of this warrior is extremely strong, and he also holds an exaggerated giant sword.

"Is it from the Imperial Warrior Academy?"

Lin Luo looked at Neil who was standing opposite him, and then said lightly.

At this time, Lin Luo released all the evil spirits from his body.

On the surface he looked calm, but in his heart Lin Luo was extremely angry.

"It looks like you're angry."

Neil had a beard, and when he looked at Lin Luo, he suddenly laughed out loud.

He originally thought that Huaxia warriors were very strong, but he didn't expect that they were very ordinary.

What's the use of being just angry?

"Could it be that the people our academy dealt with just now were people from your academy?"

Neil continued speaking out loud.

"In the battle between warriors, the skill is not as good as that of others, so you must be prepared to die."

"And instead of going to another world to die, it's better to lie on the bed and live a good life, you say, right?"

He stared at Lin Luo with a strange smile.

At this time, Lin Luo ignored his words and just stared at him.

"Lin Luo looks really angry."

Peng Liang sat in the auditorium not far away, looked at Lin Luo over there, and said subconsciously.

Now he clearly felt that something was wrong with Lin Luo's state.

"start!"

The referee, at this time, has never spoken.

Lin Luo held Fang Tian's painting halberd in one hand, and walked towards Nanier step by step.

buzzing-

Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand seemed to tremble slightly at this moment.

Moreover, there is a large amount of airflow bursting out from the first half of Fang Tian's painted halberd.

"fuck!"

Neil looked at Lin Luo who was not rushing directly, but was walking towards him step by step. He didn't know why, but felt a lot of pressure.

At this moment, he cursed angrily, and in the next moment, holding the big sword in his hands, he rushed towards Lin Luo directly!

The moment he got close to Lin Luo, the huge sword was about to strike along Lin Luo's body!

"Fuck him! Neil!"

Several martial artists from the Imperial College spoke in their country's language at this time.

when--