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The gunpowder was filled with smoke, several interlaced spirit weapons were overturned by the qi burst, and they fell back. Yuan Qingqing jumped up at the same time, shaking his hands, and the five fingers of both hands were already filled with spiritual power. Dan!

　　嗖! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

　　 Accompanied by a few air-breaking sounds, several black pills flew out from her hand in succession, several air waves burst in the air, and the diffused air burst pushed the ball up and went straight to the net in the sky above.

At first glance, this operation is somewhat similar to that of Han Jiangchen, who just flew the sword and dipped the ball, except that the flying sword can only smash the ball, and the fire pill forced no one around him to dare to step forward, so naturally he couldn’t do it. Make an interruption. He could only get out of the attack range and watch Yuan Qingqing, like a bubble shooter who beat Doudou, fired shots in the air and made three layups in the last three shots.

　　 "Well...According to what we have learned before, the female student who is now shooting is a Danxiu."

　　 The old class in front of the screen has a subtle expression, turning his head to the students in the audience: "Excuse me, students, what kind of inspiration have you got from this person? Can group discussion."

　　 The class was silent, and then quickly divided into several groups and discussed in private.

　　 The result of the discussion in the first group was: "Pills of pill, elixir is also a pill, and explosives are also medicine. We must fully broaden our thinking and give full play to creativity."

　　 The second group summary: "Nanny fights in groups, no one can take it."

　　 The third group is meaningful: "This story tells us that hot weapons are better than cold weapons."

　　 is mostly nonsense, but when they were messing around below, Yuan Qingqing on the screen suddenly frowned.

After the continuous bombardment, the last air wave did not push the ball into the net as she wanted-because at this time an electric light flew from the side, and she hit the last fire pill in one step, making it advance in the air. Exploded.

　　 Needless to say, it was Xiao Youyu who made this attack next to him.

　　 Other people are not familiar with Yuan Qingqing's attacking rhythm. He is different. After pulling so many times, he has already figured out a way to deal with this fire pill offensive.

As soon as a hit was missed, the raised cactus ball fell down at a distance of one palm from the net. The ball fell to the ground as soon as the ball fell, but Wu Hao in the crowd stepped forward, and the next second Having appeared at the place where the ball fell, it was pushed out with a palm, and Yuan Qingqing, who was chasing the ball first, pushed the ball out of the air.

　　"!"

　　 The ball that was almost in hand was knocked into the air, Yuan Qingqing couldn't help but was taken aback, and then quickly turned around to pursue it. But under the reaction of half a beat, I saw an electric light sticking out of the air, just like a cat and a mouse fishing cheese, directly "fishing" the ball out of her palm.

"...Eh?"

　　 Yuan Qingqing was taken aback, and when he looked up, it was Xiao Youyu again. Just now he used a yo-yo to lead the black team to walk the court, and now he used this trick on Yuan Qingqing.

Under his lead, Yuan Qingqing really chased the ball and took off. Her speed was faster than Xiao Youyu's. Seeing that the spiritual power in her hand was already close to the edge of the cactus ball, she saw Xiao Youyu throw her hand in the sky, and the ball rubbed against her. After that, the ball was passed to Wu Hao again from the air.

Seeing that the ball jumped down again, Yuan Qingqing hurriedly leaned over to catch it, but just as soon as he stretched out his hand, Wu Hao already hit the ball back to Xiao Youyu in the air, just as if the ball was in the open space. Repeatedly jump up and down, assists all the way to the net.

So the situation on the court is now like this: Wu Hao uses force to dribble the ball, Xiao Youyu uses magnetism to pass the ball back and forth. The speed is not fast, but Yuan Qingqing couldn't hit it and was driven by the ball that went up and down that day. Jump up and down, like a funny cat.

　　 At first, Yuan Qingqing didn't understand what they were doing. It was not until the ball was almost in front of the net that she reacted with hindsight, and then was angry and funny.

　　——The two of them are venting their resentment that she was surprisingly counter-killed in the first relay race.

　　Hey, come here, hey, you can’t call, hey, just play!

　　 "You two... Enough!

Yuan Qingqing yelled that she would radiate spiritual power when she crossed the pile of people, but at this moment, Xiao Youyu shook her hand. Xianqiu swished and flew next to her with static electricity, and almost didn't electrify her hair. Bian Wu Hao made a ball of it on his chest, swiping the ball four or two with the momentum of the cloud hand, pushing the ball out, and hitting the net!

"what!"

The students outside the screen screamed subconsciously. They couldn't understand the play operations of the three people, but they could understand the tacit assist shooting, but the original two-dimensional offensive was stupefied for the two of them. Out of the Z axis, shoot from the air vertically!

　　 But the ball didn't make it into the net in the end. Because just as it flew to the net, a figure in white clothes suddenly flashed from the side, using the body as a shield, holding hands in front, and abruptly caught the ball-yes, it was caught with the body, and it was blocked. In front of the opponent's net.

　　 failed to score a goal and instead gave the black team a point.

　　 "Is this because I fainted and made an own goal?"

　　 The people off the screen laughed because of this burst of laughter, but only the students on the court knew: This ball is not an own goal.

　　 Because it was in the corner, Jiang Ling dressed in black was standing there, her eyes shining with deep aura.

　　 "Block the ball with your hand..." she ordered in a deep voice, "Throw it back!"

　　 As soon as the voice fell, the figure was already moving at the same time, throwing the ball into the air with one hand, just like sprinkling bait on a lake, and the surrounding students soared into the air and swarmed up. Among them, Song Xudong of the White team is at the forefront.

　　 At this time, his spirit sword had returned to his hand, and he took the opportunity to deliver a stab to the cactus ball in front of him, and he wanted to kill the ball. But at this moment, another spirit sword was handed out from the side, piercing the cactus ball in the sky with almost the same posture.

　　锵!

　　 With an iron sound, the two long swords fought in the air, and at both ends of the two swords stood a white-clothed Song Xudong and a black-clothed Han Jiangchen.

　　 The two descended from the air together, their feet stood opposite each other, and both hands held the sword. At the intersection of the two sword points, the celestial ball is sandwiched, like two chopsticks sandwiching a glutinous rice ball.

The classmates in the audience landed on the ground along with the movements of the two of them. They spread out around the black and white. They stretched out their hands like basketball guards and stared at the ball with their swords to stop Song. The two of Han couldn't help adding a bit of strength in their hands, staring at each other in a deadlock for a long time, and then suddenly they all shot their swords together!

All of a sudden, the sword light flashed between the two, Song Xudong took the lead in stabs, pointed at Han Jiangchen's right shoulder, but saw Han Jiangchen's wrist flicked and the sword slanted, and the sword edge brushed his opponent and cut to his left neck, just listen. With a clattering sound, the two swords struck each other, making a humming sound.

　　 Not waiting for the buzzing to dissipate, the sword lights of the two swords were already staggered, and then one chop and one pick, one stabbing one square, one chop and one lead, and several moves in an instant.

Ding! Huh! when!

　　 Both of them shot with all their strength, their swordsmanship danced with sharp winds, and the blades clashed loudly. With a black and white contrasting Taoist uniform, they had the momentum of a book on the sword of Zhonghua Mountain.

　　 The atmosphere on the field became anxious. Due to the close distance and the high speed, the guards next to him couldn't even get in. They could only stare at the timing of the shot.

　　 Including the people on and off the screen, everyone's faces were twisted delicately at this time.

　　 Because at this time, from the perspective of the audience, the fight between the two sword repairers is like this——

　　 Song Xudong pierced out with a sword, and then the cactus ball in the center bounced out, and Han Jiangchen over there used the sword to cut back and hit the spin ball, defending steadily. Then Song Xudong smashed and smashed, Han Jiangchen smashed and saved the ball, and then slashed to change the line, and the sound of the ball hit the west.

　　 The two horizontal boards (swords) and vertical boards (swords) are changing, and they pull fiercely, just as the ball is going up and down between the two long swords.

　　 If you remove the clash of the blades at this time and add a ping-pong sound effect, this scene will be perfect.

　　 It took only two or three breaths. Seeing that Song and Han had been pulling together for more than ten rounds, and the two swords had been used for more than twenty strokes, the sword strokes became tighter and tighter, and the faces of the two were also condensed.

　　 "Wow, is this better than a sword?"

　　 "Which one of these two swordsmen is great?"

　　 The audience who didn't know the truth off the screen craned their necks and watched the moves with interest. But for the students who know the situation on the field, this is the battle between the sophomore Jianxiu representative and the freshman first genius.

　　The two swords were exchanged, and Song Xudong on one side was sweating secretly. Although the main force of the two men was using the sword to control the ball, after the fight, he didn't get much benefit from Han Jiangchen's hands.

　　 As the top group in the sophomore swordsmanship, aside from the spiritual power of single-round swordsmanship, he is actually no better than a freshman now?

　　 The thoughts swayed, his heart shook, and the sword in his hand couldn't help but tightened, and a vigorous force attacked Han Jiangchen.

However, Han Jiangchen's figure flickered at this moment. Taking advantage of his excessive force, he picked up the spirit sword in his hand, centered on the weak spot on the side of the sword, and with a clanging sound, he directly picked up the spirit sword attacked by Song Xudong, causing his opponent. The weak point of the middle door was wide open, and at the same time, the prickly ball pulled between the two swords was bounced out!

　　 Break the move!

　　 There was cheers in the audience, and the students watching the movie in the classroom patted the table, knocking on the table like an ancient sword-watching tea class. The old class on the stage quickly finished a paragraph, clearing their throats to suppress their excitement.

"Just now, I will post the video clip to the class when I come down. I will take a good look at it when I go back. I will write an analysis of every move and dismantle it. No less than 1,000 words. Especially in the future. Students who are interested in repairing the route of the instrument should think more about it. If you can reach half the level of these two people, then at least it is more than enough to walk the society."

　　 It's not surprising at all, the school must write about the afterthought of the movie.

At the moment when he heard this, Yang Xiaohe only felt black in front of her eyes-this is not an exaggeration. At that moment, she only felt that her eyes were suddenly covered with a black screen, and in a flash, it seemed that countless pictures flashed before her eyes because it was too fast. It looks vague.

　　 With this shady scene, she only felt dizzy, a boulder was pressing on her heart, and she seemed to be struggling to pant for a while.

　　 "Xiaohe?" The classmate next to her noticed her abnormality, "What's the matter? Is it okay?"

　　 "...I'm fine."

　　 Yang Xiaohe shook his head vigorously, secretly retracted his mind, vomiting not much spiritual power in his body, and as his mind calmed down, the shady scene in front of him slowly dissipated.

　　 is addicted to checking the information of Kunlun University students last night, staying up all night is too tired.

　　 She let out a long sigh of relief, and threw the abnormal discomfort behind her head, then turned her gaze back to the screen.

　　 Like her, the sudden increase in homework made the students in the room feel a little disappointed, but they were immediately attracted by the competition.

It was said that Song Xudong’s sword was exposed by the weak point, and reflexively stood his sword in the front defensive center, but Han Jiangchen’s sword did not pierce it, but just picked it up and flipped the cactus sword like a volleyball serve. Throw it to your team.

　　 But it's not just the black team that is staring at the ball at this time.

Just now when they were talking about the ball, the surrounding students were already impatient. Seeing the ball thrown out, the surrounding black and white team members immediately swarmed up in the cafeteria. You chase me for a ping-pong-pong meal. You rob me, the scene was very tragic for a time.

It just saw that the ball floated up and down several times in the vast sea of ​​people, but in the end it was the black team Fang Yi who jumped up from it. Pushing **** the ball, a strong smash, straight to the white team net!

"Oops!"

　　 The players of the White team knew that they were not good, so they hurriedly dispersed to get out of the central melee. Seeing the ball rushing towards the net, Wu Hao in white clothes suddenly exerted his strength and jumped out of the crowd. He flew in front of the net, leaped up, hung his whole body upside down, and kicked it out. ——

boom!

　　 Although Fang Yi was attacking with all his strength and he was hurriedly blocking, but this straight kick directly returned Fang Yi's goal, an undercut shot, and a reverse goal!

　　 "The score, 38-37!"

　　 Another 10-point lead over the black team, the scores of both sides were tightly bitten again. As a result, a new round of cheers broke out in the auditorium, and the old class in front of the screen took this opportunity to speak quickly.

"Everyone, take a good look. Just now, this individual practice is not using hands, but focusing on the spiritual power for attack. This is a very typical example~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Many students' understanding of physical training is limited to Heavy punching and pushing palms, but always neglecting the kicking skills. This is a very wrong point of view, and it is also detrimental to future practice. In the use of the spiritual power of the legs, we must pay attention to..."

　　 In the few seconds between picking up the ball, the old class fluttered, and even turned around and drew the outline of the trick just now on the blackboard, and wrote a blackboard for the blow.

　　 But the handwriting on the blackboard fell into Yang Xiaohe's eyes in the audience, but it became a little fuzzy. Soon, the blur in front of him turned into shady.

　　 Same as before, she started to feel dizzy again.

　　 Yang Xiaohe rubbed his eyes vigorously and shook his head, but this time the shady did not dissipate easily, instead it became thicker and thicker. In a daze, she saw the flashback segment again, which seemed clearer than before.

It was precisely because of this that she saw the pictures clearly. She saw her standing at the school gate on the first day of elementary school, crying in terror, seeing the boy she likes holding hands with other girls, and seeing... many, many unpleasant things. Picture.

　　 are all familiar, they are all experiences she has had in the past. As they surfaced, she only felt that the most sensitive part of her heart had been hit.

　　 Is this...

　　In her vague consciousness, there was a sudden flash of light in her mind--is this what the teacher said before...the cultivator’s ‘heart demon’?

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