Hyper-fusion, I have infinite forms

Chapter 36 Evenly matched?

"what!"

Luo Zhiming screamed subconsciously and woke Zhou Yan up.

He slowly lowered his raised right hand, then removed his foot that was stepping on Luo Zhiming's chest, and stepped aside in silence.

I was so scared that I broke out in a cold sweat on my back.

Obviously, the impact of killing thousands of enemies in the disaster realm has already become apparent.

Faced with Luo Zhiming's hostile attack, he subconsciously regarded the other party as an enemy that could be killed at will, and intended to kill him with one move.

"We must pay extra attention to the impact in this area, otherwise it will cause trouble."

Zhou Yan thought in his heart and looked up at Luo Xuan.

The girl was also looking at him, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

She couldn't help but ask, "Zhou Yan, have you ever fought in actual combat before?"

Zhou Yan shook his head against his will and lied, "No, this is my first time fighting someone."

Well, it was indeed the first time for me to meet a normal “person”.
Luo Xuan pondered for two seconds, then looked at Luo Zhiming lying on the ground: "Get up, a man with a sword, lying there, what a shame."

When Luo Zhiming heard Luo Xuan's voice, his head, which had been blank with fear, turned around and quickly got up from the ground.

He lifted his mask and glared at Zhou Yan with some embarrassment, but when Zhou Yan looked back at him, he turned his eyes away in fear.

You can see cold sweat on his forehead.

Taking a deep breath, Luo Zhiming faced Luo Xuan's questioning eyes and said awkwardly: "Coach Luo, I, I may not be in a good condition today, let Yan Yong fight him."

As he spoke, he blended into the crowd of young men who were watching the fun with his sword in hand, and the look he gave Zhou Yan showed a lingering fear in his eyes.

'This guy is definitely playing the pig to eat the tiger!'

Luo Xuan glared at Luo Zhiming, then turned to look at Yan Yong - he had stopped practicing and came over when he heard the noise here.

"Yan Yong, are you coming?"

"it is good."

Yan Yong answered without hesitation, then looked at Luo Zhiming who was hiding among the students with a puzzled look.

He was concentrating on practicing the Ryusei Cube just now and had no interest in watching this guy bully others.

When I turned around, I found that Luo Zhiming had hidden in the crowd and was unwilling to do it.

Luo Zhiming, one of the students, gave him a meaningful look in return.

Yan Yong frowned, feeling that the other party seemed to be gloating.

"Is there some mystery behind this?"

On the other side, seeing Yan Yong agreed, Luo Xuan nodded: "Then hurry up and put on your protective gear, and then come over."

Yan Yong obediently walked into the locker room, and a few minutes later, he came out neatly wearing protective gear.

Under Luo Xuan's instructions, the scene was reproduced again.

Yan Yong and Zhou Yan stood together in the center of the martial arts hall. The others left enough space and stood aside to watch the fun.

Luo Zhiming stood in the crowd, looking at Zhou Yan who was confronting Yan Yong with burning eyes.

"I was so overwhelmed by this guy's aura that I tripped over him without paying attention. I want to see what secrets he has!"

At this moment, after what happened just now, Zhou Yan was able to deliberately control himself and force himself not to think about the massacre scene in the disaster world.

He stood in an owl-like stance with his upper body slightly tilted. He raised his right hand, held the sword beside his face, and pointed the flat tip of the sword at Yan Yong.

This is the starting move of the "Chi Tu" used by Luo Zhiming just now.

Yan Yong on the opposite side saw Zhou Yan making this gesture and couldn't help but sneer, then made the same gesture.

He said in a light tone: "Zhou Yan, the three moves of Falcon Attack are the killer moves of the Nanming Sword. If you can't catch the opponent by surprise and win with one strike, the effect will be greatly reduced if you use it rashly."

"I'll tell you in advance that it's better to use this killing method only when you are confident of winning."

Off the court, Luo Zhiming couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Pretending, really pretending."

"Just wait, I just wanted to act like this, but ended up acting like an idiot." He sneered in his heart, waiting to see Yan Yong make a fool of himself like him.

At the same time, he looked at Zhou Yan, who was silent, and inexplicably wanted to cheer him up.

'You, Mr. Zhou, please give me your support and don't discriminate!'

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When Zhou Yan heard Yan Yong's "friendly reminder", he just pursed his lips. The sword on his body was steady, and even the tip of the sword did not tremble at all.

He whispered, "I understand, but I still ask you to show mercy."

Yan Yong saw that the boy opposite him said he was obedient but still maintained a fierce attitude, and he knew that he had no intention of accepting his guidance at all.

He raised his eyebrows and was about to scold him as a senior, but was interrupted by Luo Xuan beside him.

"Yan Yong, just fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why don't you talk so much when you fight with Luo Zhiming?"

The girl's voice was cold.

Yan Yong's heart trembled, he stopped talking, and the look in his eyes when he looked at Zhou Yan became dangerous.

He attributed the reason why he was scolded by Luo Xuan to the disabled man opposite him.

"Watch out, I'm coming!"

With a loud shout, Yan Yong bounced his ankles and rushed towards Zhou Yan with the short-distance explosive footwork of "Sparrow Step".

The tip of the sword instantly arrived in front of Zhou Yan.

Whether in terms of speed, accuracy, or strength, he is indeed superior to Luo Zhiming.

Zhou Yan's face was calm, and he deliberately suppressed his instinctive killing reaction when facing a battle. He turned his wrist and swung his sword down with a "Chi Tu" posture, which was an "Eagle Collapse".

Accurately knocked down Yan Yong's successful thrust.

"Um"

Luo Xuan, who was watching from the sidelines, moved his eyes slightly.

"If one can use a non-original sword move and directly use other sword moves, if he is not a novice, then he must be a swordsman who has practiced the Nanming sword to perfection."

Before she could think about it, she saw Zhou Yan knock down Yan Yong's sword and then turn his wrist and raise it up like flowing water.

The sword tip pierced Yan Yong's visor.

Like an osprey catching fish and then lunging out of the water - osprey!
So fast!

Yan Yong subconsciously raised his head high and jumped back again using the sparrow step which put a great load on the ankles.

He actually managed to dodge this seemingly unsolvable killing move.

Yan Yong luckily dodged it, and broke out in a cold sweat. Then he reacted very quickly and seized the opportunity to counterattack with his sword, flipping his body and using the "Kite Flip" towards Zhou Yan.

His figure was as swift as the wind, and his sword moves in a strange and unpredictable manner, just like a kite's somersault.

Zhou Yan showed no sign of weakness. He held the sword in one hand and spun it continuously, dancing out a series of sword flowers to block Yan Yong's sword path - Buzzard Intercept.

The sound of golden bells colliding rang out continuously.

In an instant, the two of them wielded swords for several rounds of attack and defense. The sword moves were so swift and accurate that the students watching from the sidelines could hardly breathe.

A few seconds later, Yan Yong shouted loudly, grasped the sword with both hands, and chopped it vertically, knocking Zhou Yan's sword aside.

Zhou Yan took a step back, keeping his body steady.

"Jingle Bell--"

Not far behind, a familiar cell phone ringtone rang.

Zhou Yan put away his sword, then turned to Luo Xuan and said softly: "Teacher Luo, I'm sorry, I have to go to work."

Luo Xuan looked at Zhou Yan quietly, then nodded gently: "Go."

After getting approval, Zhou Yan said hello to Yan Yong, then turned around, picked up his phone and walked into the locker room.

Yan Yong did not respond to Zhou Yan, his expression beneath the mask looked a little ugly.

Just now, if he hadn't switched to both hands in time
Can he still block Zhou Yan's sword?
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