The system takes me to pretend

On the competition stage, seeing Su Hao smiling instead of angry, Ning Bao's face gradually darkened.

Originally, he wanted to leave Su Hao a whole body, but seeing Su Hao's attitude now, there is no need to leave the whole body.

"Junior brother, now senior brother will use this guy's head to pay homage to your spirit in heaven." Ning Bao's eyes flashed fiercely, and he swung the spirit knife abruptly.

Immediately, innumerable sword qi cut out silently, flooding the entire martial arts arena suddenly.

The light of the knife seemed to turn into a silver moon, illuminating the entire martial arts arena brightly
Each knife is like the casting of the sky, it seems simple, but it is complicated, because this knife is like several knife.

The moment Ning Bao swung his saber, Su Hao's power of consciousness covering the competition stage had already known the location of all saber qi.

He didn't panic, his face was in a daze, and his figure swayed like a dance in the wind.

No matter how subtle things are, he can easily detect them through the power of divine consciousness, whether it is the sword energy or the air flow, they can all be seen at a glance.

At this moment, he deeply felt the power of divine consciousness.

Su Hao will dodge precisely when the saber air strikes, as if he had installed a navigator.

In the eyes of outsiders, Su Hao at this time seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, watching the flowers bloom and fall, his clothes fluttering, and there was an indescribable elegance.

No matter how many saber energy Ning Bao slashed, he could easily avoid it.

"This this this..."

Everyone looked at Su Hao who was floating like a white cloud on the competition stage, and they all opened their mouths wide open, dumbfounded.

When Ning Bao swung a knife earlier, it could be said that the world was shocked and wept ghosts and gods. Su Hao didn't even have time to react, and was cut by the knife.

Now that Ning Bao swung so many knives, Su Hao could never dodge them logically.

Unexpectedly, under the shadow of swords all over the sky, there were no sword marks on Su Hao's body.

Is it because Su Hao has seen through Ning Bao's sword technique and escaped?

Or could Ning Bao no longer be able to wield that powerful saber energy after previous battles?

When everyone was suspicious, Ning Bao, who was wielding a knife, was completely stunned like a puppet with a broken thread.

The ancient spirit knife is famous for its speed and power. The speed is faster than the knife, and the power is stronger than the knife.

Every swing of the knife consumes most of his physical strength. If he didn't have enough Huili Dan on his body, he would be exhausted and fall to the ground within three strikes.

But even though the arena was filled with saber energy, Su Hao was not damaged at all. Instead, he was like a dancing butterfly, dancing lightly under the saber energy.

Whenever the saber energy was about to hit him, he could dodge it narrowly, as if dancing on the tip of the saber.

"why?"

"Why can he escape?"

"With so much saber energy, none of them can fall on him?"

At this moment, Ning Bao gritted his teeth and roared furiously. The voice rolled like Shen Lei, spreading far and far.

He is angry and anxious now, and he has less than five Huili Pills on his body. At most, let him swing ten saber qi, if none of these ten strikes can hit Su Hao, then he can only be slaughtered by Su Hao.

In the Anzhou camp, Fu Zhong and Xu Hai froze, and an astonishing light burst out from their eyes.

"This Su Hao is really not simple. He seems to be using the secret method of the soul. Presumably he can predict the opponent's attack direction in advance."

"I can also see that from 1 minute ago, the entire martial arts arena has gained a special power."

"It's unbelievable. The secrets of the soul are extremely scarce. Some transformation masters who often explore the secret realm rarely get it, let alone a man in his early twenties."

"I think Su Hao's strength is only in the late innate stage, but his overall combat power has infinitely approached that of a half-step transformation master. How did he cultivate?"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Liu Qingxue next to her was shocked, and her gaze towards Su Hao gradually became admiration and respect.

Since ancient times, beauties love heroes, not to mention, Su Hao is still such a young hero.

In the Quanzhou camp, Ma Bing and Lu Sandong looked at Su Hao on the competition stage with shock in their eyes.

"As expected of Mr. Su, you can see that Ning Bao swung his knife so many times, but none of them landed on Mr. Su's body."

"That's right, but what makes me wonder is that just now Ning Bao cut a hole in Mr. Su's arm with a knife. Why can't he hit Mr. Su with more knives now? Could it be Ning Bao's physical strength? No, the saber energy has weakened?"

"No, Ning Bao's physical strength has not weakened. You can see that he will take out a pill and swallow it from time to time. It is supposed to be a pill to restore physical strength. It can only be said that Mr. Su's body is too elegant, and the sword energy is not at all. Can't catch him."

The more the two discussed, the more intense the admiration in their eyes.

From their point of view, Su Hao has not suffered any stab wounds so far, and it is definitely due to his absolute strength.

"Brother Leopard, come on!" Song Xiong was sweating on the palms and backs of Yi Zhou boss.

He had offended many big bosses before, if Ning Bao lost to Su Hao, not only would he not be able to get the position of commander, but he would also have to bear the pressure of many big bosses.

On the competition stage, Ning Bao's forehead was already covered with sweat.

When he reached into his pocket and found that there was no Huili Dan, his mentality completely collapsed.

He wants to growl!

He wanted to yell even more!
why?
The angle at which he swings the knife is extremely tricky, even a Grandmaster of Transformation may not be able to avoid it completely.

But in Su Hao's case, none of them hit a single hit.

The other party gave me the feeling that it was as if he had completely mastered his own thoughts, and had anticipated the movement of his sword in advance.

The next moment, Ning Bao stopped swinging his knife, his eyes dimmed.

He lost.

Even with such a heaven-defying magic weapon as the ancient spirit knife, he still lost.

Because, he couldn't hit Su Hao at all.

No matter how powerful and fast, what is the use?
Seeing Ning Bao's aggrieved face, Su Hao landed steadily from mid-air, and said lightly, "Is it too late?"

"Don't be complacent, although I don't know what weird means you used, but I haven't lost yet." Ning Bao raised his head and said coldly: "I can't kill you now, but similarly, you can't kill me either."

"Who said that?" Su Hao's eyes flashed, his toes pointed, and when his long sleeves fluttered, he came to Ning Bao's body in an instant.

He stretched out his hand, and before Ning Bao could react, he snatched the ancient spirit knife from the opponent's hand.

"The saber is not bad, but judging by the appearance of the saber, I guess I can only swing it again." Su Hao glanced at the ancient spirit saber, and nodded.

"Forget it, one knife is fine. I saw that there were too many loopholes in your swinging the knife before, so let me teach you how to swing the knife."

As a peerless master with innate power, he can see through the essence of saber techniques with just a few glances.

In his eyes, Ning Bao's sword-wielding technique was really bad.

While speaking, he turned his wrist, and the light of the knife struck, as if he had glimpsed it.

Huo Ruyi's powerful saber energy shoots at the nine sunsets, moves like dragons soaring like a group of emperors, comes like thunder and absorbs wrath, stops like rivers and seas congealing clear light, seems to dance between the vast world, majestic mountains and rivers.

"Crack!"

Everyone saw a stunning knife light tearing through the air and across the entire competition arena.

In an instant, the surface of the competition platform split in two, dust fluttered, and figures were blurred.

After a few seconds, the stage gradually returned to calm, but the eyes of everyone around became dull.

In Su Hao's hand, the ancient spirit knife was exhausted and turned into ashes.

On the other hand, Ning Bao was clutching his broken arm, and blood continued to flow from the cut, staining his whole body red.

The whole place was dead silent.

A random knife cut off Ning Bao's left arm?
"call out!"

When everyone was shocked, Ning Bao's eyes were terrified, his body retreated, and he frantically fled to the Anhe underground square.

No match!
From the power of Su Hao's knife, he knew that the gap between him and Su Hao was too big in this battle.

In terms of strength, Su Hao steadily surpassed him.

In terms of combat experience, Su Hao did not lose to him at all.

As for martial arts, Su Hao completely crushed him.

He was finally scared.

Where is this a man in his early twenties?

This is simply an old monster!
He can be sure that if he stays here and fights hard against the opponent, he will definitely be the one who falls.

"I didn't expect such an evildoer to exist beside Wang Chengtian. Damn it, I can only run away first, and then find a chance to come back for revenge." Ning Bao cursed secretly, walking faster and faster.

"Want to run?" Su Hao sneered, with strength from the spine, changing steps as he went, retracting means letting go, letting go means retracting.

Breaking and reconnecting, reciprocating must have folding.

Extremely soft, then extremely firm.

Can breathe, and then can cling.

With the ups and downs of breathing, his whole body directly entered the realm of boxing that forgets both things and me.

Vaguely, everyone seemed to be able to hear the sound of blood flowing in Su Hao's body, mighty and powerful.

Suddenly, Su Hao straightened his body, and his punches were erratic. A feminine force rushed out with his fists, and like a cannonball, it flew over a distance of more than ten meters, and fell fiercely on Ning Bao's body.

"Wow!"

Ning Bao was not blown back at all, but stood where he was, but a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth suddenly, his lung qi was damaged, and his breathing became extremely weak, even difficult to carry out.

At the same time, most of the yang energy in his body was taken away by the feminine force, his face instantly became pale and bloodless, his lips turned purple, and his eyebrows were frozen, as if frozen, unable to move.

With everyone's eyes focused, he turned his head and smiled miserably: "What kind of boxing is this?"

"The second punch of the Aotian Seven Fists is the Lung Injury Fist!" Su Hao put his hands behind his back, his voice was calm: "If you want to learn it, I can teach you in the next life!"

"Aotian Seven Fists?" Ning Bao smiled wryly, revealing a touch of regret.

"What a monster, in the future China, there will be another Tianjiao..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and his body trembled for a while. He was indifferent on the surface, but in fact, he had been eroded by the power of femininity.

When the breeze blew, Ning Bao's body shook twice, like broken tofu, collapsing from the inside out.

Su Hao's Lung Injury Fist shot in the air can be said to have used [-]% of its strength, and the feminine force on it is so strong that even diamonds can be destroyed instantly.

It is not easy for Ning Bao to last ten seconds before dying.

On the competition stage, Su Hao took out a Healing Pill and swallowed it to heal the wound that had been scratched by the ancient spirit knife before, and then took out a Huili Pill to restore his physical strength to its peak.

In the end, he swept across the audience, and his faint voice echoed throughout the Anhe underground square.

"Which other continent wants to send someone to power?"

"Let's go together, I'm in a hurry!"