Gao Wu: I can plunder everything

In terms of essays, Duanmucheng ranks second in Dongsheng College, and no one dares to rank first.

Although Duanmucheng, a literary person like Jiang Mingyang, is not as generous as Jiang Mingyang, his scope of application is extremely wide.

Nangong Yu's handsome face was red with anger. He wanted to retort but was afraid of the terrifying Duan Qing. She even dared to hit the third leader of the Jiang family. Beating him was not like beating her grandson.

Nangong Yu didn't dare to refute at all, and his momentum immediately weakened.

Duanmucheng felt great. No wonder Jiang Mingyang liked to be arrogant. The feeling of arrogance was indeed very satisfying.

This was completely different from how he was respectful and cautious in the family. The feeling that God was the boss and he was the second child made him want to stop.

"Who is this guy? He dares to be arrogant in front of Duanmucheng."

Someone in the crowd was talking, and one of them replied: "Nangong Yu, the leader of the Nangong family among the eight great families.

The top scorer in this year's martial arts exam is not the top scorer in the province or city, but the top scorer in the national rankings. "

"I'll rub it, it's so fierce, no wonder it's so arrogant."

"Arrogance has its uses. The third master of the Jiang family is arrogant enough, so he's not going to suffer misfortune.

In Dongsheng Academy, whoever is arrogant will be beaten into a pig's head. "

Everyone was blindly confident, but there were still some who were calm and worried: "But this is a student battle, can Duanmucheng do it?"

"What are you talking about? The stronger Duanmucheng is, the greater his chance of winning.

He is also a leader in the family, but he doesn't bother competing for fame and fortune. If he takes part in the martial arts exam, he will be ranked first as Nangong Yu. "

Everyone praised Duanmucheng blindly and confidently, making him dizzy with praise. Nangong Yu's face became even more ugly.

"Hmph, what's the point of sharp teeth and a sharp mouth? Strength is the foundation. Nangong Yu, let your strength speak!"

Jiang Tianyuan cheered coldly, but with his pig-headed appearance, the more he cheered, the weaker his momentum became.

Jiang Tianyuan also knew that it was inappropriate to speak at this time, but Chai Zhengqing was defeated. If he didn't support himself, the juniors would not be able to fight.

Fortunately, Nangong Yu is also a very human being. As a child of a high-ranking and powerful family, he has a natural sense of superiority over ordinary people.

Even Chai Zhengqing, he didn't take it seriously. There were many Foundation Establishment warriors in the Nangong family, and they were countless better than him.

When he thought of this, Nangong Yu returned to normal.

"The third master taught me a lesson."

Nangong Yu bowed, then faced Duanmucheng with his head held high and shouted softly: "Feng Yu!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the air flow around him surged, and the looming blue feathers slowly rotated around him.

This is Nangong Yu's spiritual weapon, and it is also the basis for him to dare to be proud of his peers.

Feng Yu can not only provide him with defense, but also increase his speed and eliminate the detonation caused by speed.

Coupled with the Nangong Yu family's Wind Control Technique, his speed is terrifying.

Silent and extremely fast, like ghostly lightning, it is simply a nightmare of the same level.

"I've heard for a long time that the Wind Control Technique is unparalleled in the world. If it's about speed and combat skills, I'd like to learn a lesson from you today.

Let’s see who is faster, you, Nangong Yu, or I, Duanmu Cheng. "

Duanmucheng's calm words and calm temperament, coupled with his handsome face, instantly fascinated a group of senior students.

"Floating light!"

Duanmucheng drank lightly, and a faint mist appeared around him, with hazy light coming out of the mist.

Duanmucheng looked like a street lamp in the fog, hazy and real.

"Little tricks."

Nangong Yu shook his head and sneered, looking down on this seemingly gorgeous but actually useless spiritual weapon.

It was not that he had never fought against any of his peers in the Duanmu family, there were only a few that he could hit with one blow.

Even if Duanmucheng is the strongest of his generation in the Duanmu family, his fighting power will not be much stronger. This battle is the battle where he will become famous!

Come on, Nangong Yu floats like an immortal, his movements are light and graceful but seem to be slow but actually urgent.

He was still standing there before speaking. After speaking, he took several steps and appeared behind Duanmucheng in an instant.

He was wearing golden armor and holding a beautiful and slender stabbing sword. He was as elegant as a butterfly wearing flowers, but his killing moves were extremely decisive and cruel.

The slender stabbing sword thrust out, Duanmucheng seemed to be stunned, standing there in a daze, the long sword pierced his chest.

"Well done!"

Duanmucheng shouted, but the voice came from behind Nangong Yu.

Nangong Yu was shocked and turned around to look. Duanmucheng was clearly right in front of him, so why was he shouting from behind?

The Mu Cheng in front of his eyes seemed like mist, which was penetrated and dispersed by the energy of energy, disappearing like a fleeting shadow.

This is the Duanmu family's compulsory combat skill, Wuying.

Behind Nangong Yu, Duanmucheng held a three-foot green blade, his energy and energy soaring into the sky, as elegant as an immortal and as sharp as a sword.

"Wind Control!"

Nangong Yu hurriedly changed his moves and barely managed to avoid the fatal sword blow. Duanmucheng landed on the ground and used his strength to eject, and pursued the victory by saying, "Ru Ying!"

The two of them just met each other and within a few moves, it turned into the same game again.

The aggressive master jumped up and down as he was being chased, with no way to go to the sky or to the earth.

The master, who was weak at first, was extremely vicious and refused to let go, wishing to tear his opponent into pieces.

The only difference from the previous game is that both Nangong Yu and Duanmucheng are first-class noble sons.

His appearance, figure, martial arts, and fighting skills are all very elegant, and he looks very eye-catching.

"Hey, the Wind Control Technique is just like this, it's boring."

As a strange move, Duanmucheng started a verbal offensive. Anyway, he took the main offensive position and everything he said made sense.

"What a joke! The Duanmu family's straightforward stupidity is completely different from Yu Feng Jue!

I really thought I couldn't beat you, so I retreated to advance and established victory in one fell swoop!

Duanmucheng, look around you! You don't have enough brains, so don't cry if you lose. "

Nangong Yu teased while running away, as if he had already controlled everything and was just teasing Duanmu Cheng.

At this time, the two were in mid-air, Nangong Yu was floating like a banished immortal, changing direction flexibly in mid-air, and could easily walk in the air.

Duanmu Cheng was eager to chase and kill, and after bursting into the air, his upward rush was not weak, but he had no means of changing his moves.

In mid-air, there was no place to borrow power, so he was a living target, so it was better to let Nangong Yu knead him.

"Oh no, I fell into the trap!"

Duanmu Cheng was shocked, and Nangong Yu laughed wildly at the sky: "Now you know how powerful the Wind Control Technique is!"

Nangong Yu laughed wildly and stabbed with his long sword. Duanmu Cheng burst out all his breath in the air. He wanted to dodge but he was shameless to borrow power.

"Hahahaha, stop struggling, this is the difference between stupid and agile!"

Nangong Yu was sure of victory, and the long sword stabbed Duanmu Cheng in the heart without hesitation.

Bang

The sword thrust straight in, but there was no stabbing feeling. Duanmu Cheng's figure was shattered and turned into mist.

"Another mist shadow! Duanmu Cheng doesn't dare to fight head-on!"

Nangong Yu gritted his teeth. He was deceived twice in a row. This man is really embarrassed.

Ever since Duanmu Cheng used the spiritual weapon Floating Light, his body has been wrapped in a light mist. It is impossible to tell which is the body and which is the combat skill.

Using mist shadow and floating light together is simply a weapon to deceive people.

"It seems that you have been hiding all the time."

Duanmu Cheng showed his figure, and the long sword directly stabbed Nangong Yu's back. Nangong Yu used the wind to change direction and then looked for an opportunity to attack.

As long as he didn't fall to the ground, he still had a chance of winning.

But unexpectedly, Duanmu Cheng also changed direction flexibly, and his depth was one point faster than him!

"Instant step."

Duanmu Cheng smiled and uttered softly. His figure accelerated and suddenly blurred. Shock waves burst out in the air one after another, and he was in front of Nangong Yu in an instant!