“Game is over!” Yuan Tiangang roared.

This was the outbreak of his strongest state.

He seemed to have seen the scene in which the hated rival before was finally defeated by him.

And the disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts on the site were also shocked by this terrible move.

The low-rank saber technique, which had reached the peak of the Martial Disciple Realm of the Six Apertures, contained the power of yin evil spirit and bloodline. The phantom of the “Poisonous Python with Inflammation Blood” in the air like substance was breathtaking and soul-grabbing. They had felt dizzy and faint just watching the fight in the distance.

Could Senior Brother Ding Hao withstand such a super-level fatal tactic?

“No!” Li Lan’s face changed greatly, his body flickered, and shot out like lightning. The strongest attack of the Exceedingly Beautiful Fade-like Palm Technique was ready to explode and he was to rescue Ding Hao.

No one believed that under such abnormal tactics, Ding Hao could still remain undefeated.

However—

Hissing!

The sound of tearing cloth and silk in the air became louder and sharper.

Suddenly, a strange force broke out from Ding Hao’s sword-holding arm. The blue shirt in his right arm was shattered by an invisible force from inside to outside, turning it into a ragged butterfly.

And the rusted sword in his right hand suddenly burst out a soft silver halo, quiet and peaceful, gently drawing in the air with a contradictory vision of slow and rapid combination.

This is the second move “Dragon Flying Across the Sky” of “Dragon King’s Water-Splitting Style”.

The sword light seemed to be lightning cutting through the dark night sky.

The rusted sword broke the momentum from the blood and majestic saber technique inspired by Yuan Tiangang.

It also broke through the phantom of Poisonous Python with Inflammation Blood of the divine beast in the ancient time.

Taking a cold breath, he felt it was incredible.

Everyone felt confused how this could happen, as if Yuan Tiangang’s fatal High Wind and Lightning Saber Technique blew out of the Yin Evil Spirit with Blazing Blood was just like an illusory bubble, and broke completely gorgeously and beautifully with a gentle touch.

In almost all people’s hearts, an unreal illusion and a funny feeling after being cheated rose up instantly.

Did the shock waves full of Yin evil spirits and close to the peak of the Martial Disciple Realm of Six Apertures. The imaginary shadow of the breathtaking Poisonous Python with Inflammation Blood all mere children’s tricks?

Li Lan just flew halfway and he solidified in place.

He trembled slightly maybe because of excitement or surprise.

“Is that… Sword Intent?” He asked himself in his heart.

“No, it’s not a Sword Intent, and it’s still just a little Sword Intent. It still in the stage of imitation, but compared with this morning when Ding Hao first used it in the yard, he has made progress. That is enough to crack Yuan Tiangang’s similar fatal bloodline technique only with form!”

Li Lan looked at Ding Hao with complex eyes and he was shocked by the boy’s terrible comprehension and talent.

“He has been making progress all the time. Every minute and every second he has been making terrible progress. Maybe, after three years, he will really be qualified to conduct a face-to-face contest with Mu Tianyang?”

…

“Ah…” Yuan Tiangang seemed to have encountered a ghost. He was hit by an invisible force, screaming and flying out upside down.

This shriek made everyone suddenly wake up from dull, only to realize that the fight did not seem to be completely over.

However, it was almost over.

Because Ding Hao cracked the rival’s technique with one sword movement, but he did not hesitate. With the “Yan” tactic broke out, his body turned into a flash of lightning. He quickly caught up with Yuan Tiangang flying upside down, leaped and stepped down just on the latter’s face.

Bang!

Huge inertia made Yuan Tiangang’s face land first. His head wrapped in the bloodline Qi crashed into a stone chair. As a result, the ground was crashed into a spider net.

The strong wind that overflowed set off rolls of dust, like raging waves and billows, engulfing their bodies.

After a long time, the dust dispersed.

The shape of the two men gradually became clear.

Ding Hao’s foot was still on Yuan Tiangang’s face.

Under the public eyes, the dusty sole stepped hard on such a handsome face of the once arrogant bloodline warrior genius so that the face almost became deformed.

Fighting, at this moment completely lost suspense.

From the beginning to the end, it lasted only four or five minutes, but the whole process could be full of ups and downs.

The disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts in extreme shock with tongue-tied looked at Ding Hao stepping on Yuan Tiangang, only feeling that they were facing a statue of invincible War God and full of anger, even if something in the chest was going to explode and the blood in the blood vessels would burn up as well.

However, Wang Yong, a black-moled teenager, and his two companions were all pale with fear.

Three men’s knees trembled and their lips quivered, almost kneeling on the site.

Senior Brother Yuan… was defeated?

Evermore he was also defeated so vulnerably in a humiliating manner?

That’s impossible!

Why is this happening?

How could an ordinary disciple defeat a bloodline disciple favored by heaven?

It should be known that even if ordinary disciples occasionally defeated bloodline disciples before, which happened on the premise that the strength of ordinary disciples was far higher than that of bloodline disciples by at least four small realms. Otherwise, the primordial advantages of bloodline disciples were simply unshakable.

Today, this myth was shattered!

Looking at Yuan Tiangang, who was trampled underfoot, Wang Yong and other two fellows felt that their faces and pride were trampled under the soles. When looking at Ding Hao again, an unprecedented fear hit their souls. Cold air was involuntarily generated from the tailbone and rushed straight at the forehead as if even the skull was about to be taken off.

Ding Hao did not mean to remove his foot from Yuan Tiangang’s face at all. He looked at him from a high position as if he was looking at a dead dog.

“Ahhh, ahhh, no, I won’t give up, Ding Hao. I won’t give up to a lowly nominal disciple when I die. You can insult me, but you won’t let me beg for mercy.” Yuan Tiangang twisted his body crazily, holding his hands to the ground, trying to struggle.

“God has given you bloodline, but he has not given you the humility of the strong. Today, as an ordinary disciple, I crushed the nonsense superiority of you bloodline warrior disciples who know nothing, to make you understand that talent is not one and only. As disciples of the Swordsmanship-seeking Sect. I won’t kill you. If you don’t accept your defeat, you can still fight with me in the future!”

Ding Hao’s words were extremely elegant and valuable.

All disciples of the Eastern Academy of the Blue Shirts felt that their blood was boiling and their confidence, which had been hit to a low point, was rekindled at this moment by Ding Hao’s words. Yes, talent was not one and only. Efforts were equally important postnatally. They did not need to belittle themselves.

Yuan Tiangang struggled like a madman, but could not get rid of the foot on his face.

His eyes shot out the light of maliciousness and rage, ruthlessly staring at Ding Hao, with shame and anger, and spit out blood.