"So what if I send someone? If I'm over twenty-two, the school will deal with it directly. As for those under twenty-two, do you think we will be afraid?" Chen Xiaolong showed an evil smile on his face, but his eyes looked at a charming woman wearing at least an e-cup not far away, and the saliva in his mouth slowly overflowed.

Seeing Chen Xiaolong's appearance, Ouyang Jun rolled his eyes. Why is this guy so lustful?

At this time, Zhao Shilai in the field moved first, only to see him slowly taking out a three-foot-long Tang sword from behind. The blade had an extremely sharp edge and two blood grooves on the blade. Once it pierced into the human body, the wound would be larger and the blood would flow faster. It can be said to be a first-class killing weapon.

"This knife is called 'Blood Slash', take out your weapon!" With the appearance of the Tang sword, the lazy expression on Zhao Shilai's face disappeared without a trace, replaced by a solemn face, and the light in his eyes fell on his 'Blood Slash'.

As his voice fell, the crowd burst into surprise again, and they all looked at the "blood slash" in his hand in amazement.

In Xiangbei High School, in order to promote the improvement of students' combat effectiveness, the school holds a martial arts competition every year, saying it is a martial arts competition, but it is actually a life-and-death battle, because anyone participating in the competition will basically have no chance of survival once they fail.

The champions of each competition can receive excellent weapons as rewards. If one person wins the championship for three consecutive times, he will receive ten magic weapons treasured by the school, among which "Blood Slash" is one of them. According to legend, it was the imperial knife given to King Fusang by Li Shimin during the Zhenguan period of the Tang Dynasty. Later, it was unknown how it fell into the hands of the Qing Gang as a special prize for the martial arts conference.

Four years ago, Zhao Shilai, who was only fourteen years old, reached the final in one fell swoop, and even reached the final with his strong strength and a cold killing heart. In the end, he killed his opponent and became the champion of that class. In the later two classes, he won the championship with his strong strength, thus becoming the third three consecutive championship in Xiangbei High School history, and also became the title of Blood Demon. This "blood Slash" also became his treasure.

However, over the past year, Zhao Shilai has become much more low-key. Not only does he not participate in the fight between large organizations, he also disbanded the blood gang he once established. In addition to the students in the third grade of high school, many people also thought that he had left Xiangbei High School. Of course, those organizations were unwilling to provoke him. After all, no one wanted to be chased by someone with a knife in the middle of the night.

But at this moment, he once again sacrificed a blood slash, why doesn’t it scare?

Those who knew him were surprised at how he used blood slash when he came? Those who didn't know him were surprised at that he was the legendary ruthless murderer who would kill Zhao Shilai every battle?

Ye Xingchen did not answer Zhao Shilai's words, but his sharp eyes firmly locked the Tang sword. It was definitely a magic weapon that cuts iron like mud. Although the flying sword on his body was also made of stainless steel, it could withstand the sharpness of this Tang sword?

"Xingchen, catch..." Zi Feng, who was standing beside him, naturally noticed the extraordinary "Blood Slash" in Zhao Shilai's hand, and directly took off his Ziyue Sword and threw it to Ye Xingchen.

Ye Xingchen was not polite, and directly caught the Ziyue knife, holding the hilt in one hand, stroked the knife face that was smoother than white marble with the other, and said lightly: "This knife is called Ziyue, please fight..."

"Die!" Seeing the weapons in Ye Xingchen's hand, Zhao Shilai suddenly shouted loudly, and a violent evil aura swept from his body, and the surging fighting spirit swept across the entire playground. His figure rushed towards Ye Xingchen for a ray of residual light.

"So fast!" A scream rang out from the crowd.

"I deserve to be the champion of three consecutive championships..."

"The name of the Blood Demon is indeed well-known..."

"I don't know why he wanted to disband the Blood Gang at the beginning, otherwise there would be no reason why Leimen is arrogant now..."

"Yes, it's really uncomfortable to make us trampled on our heads by a woman..."

“…”

Evaluations of Zhao Shilai kept ringing in the crowd, Ouyang Jun and others were stunned. This seemingly ordinary guy actually had such a glorious past? Is his former gang stronger than Leimen?

Ye Xingchen could no longer hear people's comments. He only had the sound of Zhao Shilai's body breaking through the air in his ears. He only had Zhao Shilai in his eyes. Everything was empty. His heart was like a mirror, empty, and the only one that reflected was Zhao Shilai.

"When Ye Xingchen swung out the Purple Moon Sword like lightning, and collided heavily with the "Blood Slash" that was almost at his own store. Two dazzling fires appeared, and their bodies were bounced open at the same time.

"Hu..." Everyone exclaimed again.

"Who is this kid? He can resist the "Blood Slash" attack?"

"You idiot, don't even know him? He is Ye Xingchen among the Seven-Star War Demons. I heard that he killed the top ten masters of the Leimen last night!"

"No way? The top ten masters of the Lei Sect? Even the Blood Demon may not have such strength, right?"

"And, what do you know? Yesterday, Lei Tingting made an appointment with the Seven-Star War Demon and brought thirty-six masters. As a result, except for Lei Tingting, all the others were killed. Do you know their strength?" The man who spoke first showed a disdainful smile, and then he saw the look of surprise on the faces of the people next to him, and then smiled proudly.

Zi Feng and others ignored the discussions of the crowd. Their eyes stared at the fight in the field. Zhao Shilai was even stronger than they thought. If Ye Xingchen was not careful, it would be possible that he would lose his reputation on the spot.

How could a small Xiangbei High School have such talents?

Ye Xingchen ignored the conversations of others. The purple moon knife in his hand revolved, and the purple sword lights passed by the air, but were easily taken by Zhao Shilai.

"It's great!" Zhao Shilai suddenly shouted loudly, his body suddenly jumped up, and his hands tightly grasped the "Blood Slash" and slashed at Ye Xingchen heavily.
Chapter completed!