I asked you to practice martial arts, but I didn’t ask you to kill gods!

Chen Feng didn't know about these things. Even if he knew, he would only lament that the little black snake started, no, it started so quickly.

After he stepped down from the stage, he came to the contestants area and tried swinging the knife one by one, looking for the blessed soul of that sword.

But no inspiration can be found in every cut.

I couldn't help but feel a little depressed.

The people next to him just sneered and stopped paying attention.

Dou Dingguo came over like a ghost.

"Boy, be gentle when you fight to the death. It's too bloody. This is an academy after all."

"I know." Chen Feng nodded and continued to swing the knife.

Dou Dingguo also knew what he was doing and didn't bother him. He just shook his head in amusement and left.

As for why Chen Feng had to learn "meaning".

This one is very simple.

Just preparing for the little black snake.

It’s okay not to come back.

If he comes back, he will still be in a situation where he cannot exert his spiritual power. At this time, the preciousness of martial arts will be revealed.

As the saying goes, everything has two sides.

With the little black snake, he has restrictions, but it is not a trump card.

Over time.

The game starts and ends quickly.

In the forty-to-twenty competition, Fei Ruofeng and Sui Yanyu were both defeated, but they still gained something.

But Chen Feng dealt with it easily.

It's as easy as eating and drinking.

Every time I go on stage, if I hadn't understood the "meaning", I would have done it a second earlier.

To be honest.

The first grader was too weak and couldn't even take two of his own attacks. He was afraid of accidentally beating someone to death, which would be of no help to him.

quickly.

The top twenty are out.

The last game will make us the top ten, and we can call it a day.

Entering the stage again, this time it was Yu Shilu from Zongli Academy, the seeded player who was boasted as the eighth-grade Qianjun, and the opponent also happened to use a knife.

Chen Feng became energetic.

If I have never found the feeling of ‘meaning’.

On the one hand, I occupy it, but on the other hand, the pressure from the other party is not enough.

After the referee announces the start.

The other party held a sword in his arms and then made sarcastic remarks.

"Being able to reach the finals of the top ten shows that you are very strong, but if you meet me, you will stop there."

Chen Feng rolled his eyes.

I wish I could say: If you don’t show off, you will die.

He waved his hand: "Stop talking nonsense and see the real chapter. I hope you can bring me some interest."

"Arrogant!~"

Yu Shilu was angry.

The sword's cold light flashed, and as it slashed downwards, a strong spiritual power turned into a cross spiritual power blade and came towards him.

The huge purple cross spirit blade blocked Chen Feng's room for dodge.

Chen Feng didn't intend to hide either.

The sword was drawn out diagonally.

A bloody spiritual blade came forward.

boom! ~

The spirit power collided, then exploded and was wiped out.

Yu Shilu moved.

The kite rolled over continuously to accumulate strength, and when he got close to Chen Feng, he turned around fiercely.

when! ~

The swords collided, and the spiritual power overflowed. As the force was released, a shock wave appeared around Chen Feng.

Chen Feng used the spatula to force him back. With a little strength, he raised his hand and struck with the knife.

The opponent followed his example and blocked with a horizontal sword.

when! ~

Bah! ~

After being stabbed, Yu Shilu seemed to be standing on the ice and slid back seven or eight meters before he stabilized his body.

Chen Feng put away his sword and stood up.

"You have the nerve to yell at me like this. Fortunately, you didn't sign a life and death contract, otherwise you would have been dead."

Yu Shilu grinded his teeth secretly.

"Don't be so proud, let me show you my true strength and wake up!"

"Must kill. Red Flame Slash!~"

His special move is activated, the particles gather, and his spiritual power rises all the way.

40……

160……

320……

Because of the gathering of spiritual power, strong particle fluctuations appeared around him.

It seemed as if the space could not bear this power and began to distort.

The sword in his hand slashed down hard.

A huge spiritual power blade more than ten meters long appeared on the sword and covered it head-on.

Chen Feng was not to be outdone.

But it only produced five times the ultimate strength.

Because he is too strong, he is afraid of killing him instantly with one move, and he just wants to understand the power structure of others.

The spiritual blades struck by the two collided together again.

What I originally wanted to do was to fight in close quarters after annihilation and continue to understand the ‘meaning’.

who knows……

The power he exerted instantly strangled his spiritual power, and then rushed away.

boom! ~

The Spiritual Power Blade hit him and exploded into a strong Spiritual Power Cloud.

When the smoke cloud disappears.

Chen Feng discovered.

The other party was vomiting blood and stood staggeringly, but his whole body was in a state of embarrassment. At this time, his eyes were staring at him fiercely.

Chen Feng frowned.

"You're so weak. I've only exerted a little bit of strength. Can you show me some real skills?"

"You...you..." Yu Shilu's chest heaved in anger, and finally he spit out blood, his eyes went black, and he fell directly to the ground.

"..." Seeing this scene, Chen Feng was speechless for a moment.

I couldn't help but complain.

The opponent's basic spiritual power is 40.

The nirvana increased fourfold to 160 million.

Particle tide increased by 50% to 240 million.

However, the 240 million spirit powers only burst out about 570 million joules of power.

If according to the original spiritual power output formula, he would only have 2.3 times the explosive power. (570÷240=2.3)

According to the academy's new Lingwei formula, his explosive power is 12.25 times greater. (570÷40=12.25)

Although it is classified as a 'genius level', it is still too weak.

It is really difficult to connect him with Qianjun Eighth Grade.

What about yourself?

The basic Lingwei is 20.

The first level combat skill is 30.

Double 60.

Adding 2.6 times the particle tidal increase, the total is 156 million basic spiritual power.

But his spiritual power can explode with 600 million joules of power.

According to the previous calculation, it is 3.34 times.

According to the academy formula, it is 30 times.

Chen Feng thought for a moment.

It is estimated that this person is a little too pursuing the realm, and ignores the power that the realm itself should master.

Or, this is the power of "Ji Yuan".

Of course.

The opponent's spiritual power at this level is already very strong.

No matter how strong you are, it’s just comparing yourself to others and yourself, and it’s not satisfactory.

This cannot be said to be weak.

All I can say is that I am too strong.

Because the second graders and even the third graders are all Qianjun Ninth Grade.

It's just that people have been immersed in this realm for a long time, and there is a possibility of entering the vertical and horizontal realm at any time, and their understanding is different, just like the group of men in black they encountered during the last trial.

See this scene.

The referee was also extremely speechless.

Unexpectedly, he fainted from anger on the stage.

What an eye-opener.

no solution anymore.

He could only follow the procedure and start counting down.

“10……9……3……2……1……宗立学院于石鲁选手倒地不起，陈锋胜！~”

There was a stir under the stage.

"What the hell, is this a fake match?"

"I think it's fake. He's so awesome that he can't even catch anyone's moves."

"Zhen Nima is so rubbish, I can do it even if I fuck her."

"Isn't there no one in your 'Zongli Academy'? How can you still get to this point by joining such a parallel importer?"

"..."

Everyone in the Zongli Academy pretended to be quail, saying nothing, looking at their noses and eyes, looking at their noses, as if they didn't recognize Yu Shilu.

Gu Yunhui, the dean of Zongli College, had a dark face and could not help clenching his fists.

But Lu Xiao was happy.