MTL - The Divine Doctor and Stay-at-home Dad-Chapter 957 I surrender

After the momentum broke out completely, You Wanui said to Murong Jinghong: "You can make a sword."

Murong Jinghong shook his head: "To deal with you, you don't need a sword."

She did not choose to use the Jinghong Sword. This is the big ratio in the college. It is not a life-and-death struggle, and the Jinghong sword is too sharp. Once the control is not good, it will hurt.

Second, her heart is proud. Since the other side is bare-handed, she does not want to take advantage of the weapons.

You Wanui’s heart is overjoyed. In fact, he just used a radical method. The two people’s cultivation is the same. If Murong Jinghong uses Jinghongjian, he will certainly suffer.

"Ice God Boxing!"

Murong Jinghong was boxing out, and the air on the entire platform seemed to have dropped by a few dozen degrees. The students watching near the ring could feel the cold wind.

For a time, a thin layer of ice was formed on the ground, and the strong strength swept the snow, and suddenly swept away to the Youwan blade. This is the power of the master.

"Flame fist!"

Yu Wandao screamed and screamed, and it was also a boxing out. The hot fists of the wind brought up a flame, and together with the cold ice from Murong Jinghong, they smashed together and caused a white mist to cover the entire ring.

Hail God and Flames are the common skills of the professors of Xuanwu College, but it is amazing when they are made under the hands of two people.

After two strong collisions, a squeaking noise was heard, and then the gust of wind that swept the wind blew away the fog, allowing everyone to see the scene on the ring again.

Murong Jinghong and You Wanbla are in the original position, and the two seem to be equally divided. Whoever is tall and who is low is only clear about themselves.

Yu Wanui’s look is more and more serious, and he is in a downturn just in the fight.

This retreat for a month, with his own efforts to break through the bottleneck of the refining virtual world, reached the beginning of the fit.

However, his breakthrough method is still weaker than Murong Jinghong.

Murong Jinghong is taking Longlidan, which has a very strong spiritual power. At the same time, it is cultivated on the seventh floor of the floating tower. The aura is much richer than the outside.

Therefore, in this case, the same is just the beginning of the break-up, Murong Jinghong's cultivation is deeper than him.

Then the two men fought together again. This is the closest match, and it is also the highest fight, so it looks very exciting, so that the onlookers are hooked.

In the surroundings, cheering and shouting is higher than a wave.

After so many years, the North Court has lost five games in succession. Today, the students in the North Academy finally saw the hope of winning, so their moods soared and their shouts shook.

At the beginning, the two people were in a situation of equal potential, but as time went by, the advantages of Murong Jinghong’s cultivation became more and more obvious, and gradually gained the upper hand.

After fighting for more than an hour, Murong Jinghong seized an opportunity and slammed into the chest of Wan Wan.

The punching power of the fit period was too alarming, and the Yuwan blade suddenly seemed to be a bullet that was fired, and quickly flew outside the ring.

Fortunately, in this game, Murong Jinghong did not use all his strength. This punch only put him down, but otherwise he would be seriously injured.

Yu Wanjian climbed up from the ground, looked at the Murong Jinghong in the stands, and looked at Qin Haodong next to him. His eyes were unwilling.

This defeat means that he has lost the title of this king and lost the opportunity to defeat Qin Haodong.

But there is no way, strength is strength, Murong Jinghong's strength is higher than him.

"Winning, Jinghong Fairy has finally won! Our North Court has finally won!"

"Long live the Fairy Fairy, the North Court will win!"

"What's great, isn't it a win? Our most powerful Tu Jiaojiao sister hasn't played yet..."

Below the platform, the students of the North and South College were screaming at each other.

On the ring, Hai Zhengming announced that Murong Jinghong won the game, followed by the last student of the South Academy, Tu Jiaojiao.

Tu Jiaojiao wore a red robes today, which looked more and more hot.

If Murong Jinghong is the stunned fairy of the North Campus, she is the goddess of the South Court, the idol of countless men.

So when she stepped onto the ring, the students of the South Campus suddenly boiled up and cheered for their goddess.

On the top of the ring, after the two people met, they looked at each other and laughed, without the expected anger.

Murong Jinghong said: "Jiao Jiaojie, we have never touched before, let's talk about it today."

Tu Jiaojiao said: "This kind of game without any suspense, playing and not playing really does not make sense."

The students in the audience heard this and thought that this was the pride of Tu Jiaojiao. They thought that they would defeat Murong Jinghong. In fact, the real meaning is only two talents on the stage.

Murong Jinghong said: "The result is not important, the important thing is the process, we still have to learn from it."

Tu Jiaojiao gestured and said: "That's good, let's do it!"

"Jiao Jiaojie, be careful!"

Murong Jinghong screamed, then bent into a sword and stabbed the face of Tu Jiaojiao.

She used the finger as a sword to display the swordsmanship.

Although he did not use the Jinghong sword, but after the finger was clicked out, it was still swaying and chilling.

Tu Jiaojiao's fiery red figure flashed, letting this sword gas, and then also pointed to the sword, stabbed the soft underbelly of Murong Jinghong.

Murong Jinghong raised his hand and pointed it out. The two men’s swords met against each other and the stadium made an earth-shattering pop.

This is a more exciting game. First of all, the two big beauties are extremely eye-catching, and the cultivation of two people in the fit period is like wearing a butterfly-like body, which makes people feel dizzy.

The shallow cloud said to Qin Haodong: "Who do you think Jiaojiao and Murong sister will win?"

Qin Haodong said: "It should be Tu Jiaojiao. There are not too many repairs for the two people, but Tu Jiaojiao has a deeper understanding of the martial arts."

Above the stands, Ouyang Yu said: "Old man, you have to lose again this time!"

Luo Dongqing shook his head and smiled: "We can't lose, although Murong Jinghong is a little bit worse than Tu Jiaojiao, but we still have granddaughters who are not playing."

Ouyang Yu said: "Is he even more powerful than Murong Jinghong?"

She successively started Qin Haodong twice, knowing that Qin Haodong's cultivation was only a realm of refining the virtual world. According to the truth, it is impossible to be the opponent of the fit period.

Luo Dongqing said: "The kid can't guess according to common sense. You will know when you wait."

The two women on the platform came to me, and they had hit more than 200 strokes. Suddenly the figure on the stage was full and both of them stopped.

At this moment, Murong Jinghong and Tu Jiaojiao are like two still statues. The **** of Murong Jinghong point to the throat of Tu Jiaojiao, about a foot away.

At the same time, Tu Jiaojiao's **** poked to the heart of Murong Jinghong, less than an inch away.

This distance represents the strength gap. If this is a life-and-death struggle, Tu Jiaojiao can take the first step to kill Murong Jinghong.

Murong Jinghong retracted the pointed finger and said: "I lost!"

Tu Jiaojiao just smiled and did not say anything.

Seeing the scene on the stage, the students watching the audience suddenly boiled up. The students in the South Campus cheered, while the people in the North Court were downcast and disappointed.

Murong Jinghong has lost, can they say that they have to lose the sixth time in succession?

As Hai Zhengming announced that Tu Jiaojiao won the game, some of the eyes of the venue gathered in the only remaining student in the North Campus - Qin Haodong.

Hai Zhengming said: "Please ask the last student of the North Court to play, and decide who is the king of today."

Qin Haodong stood up and walked step by step toward the ring. There was no tension before the big game on the face, but a faint smile.

"This is not the newcomer of our college this year. He is at most the cultivation of the imaginary realm. How could it be the opponent of Tu Jiaojiao? It seems that our North Campus is finished this year!"

"This is also possible, you did not find that he is the captain of the North Court, according to reason, the strength should be higher than the Murong fairy."

"This is absolutely impossible! He is a first-year student. How could it be more powerful than Murong Fairy? I heard that he has a good relationship with the little witch Luo Hongying. It must have dragged down the relationship between the dean and the captain. ”

Song Junyu looked at the man on the stage. At this moment, she discovered that this person could not see through it at all, as if it were a mystery.

Can it be said that he is really hidden, really have the ability to go beyond the fit period?

The same is true of Wang Zhiliang next to him. He was very unconvinced when he chose Qin Haodong as the captain.

However, the game has been carried out until now, even Murong Jinghong has lost, all the expectations of the North Academy fell to this man, I do not know if he will let everyone down!

Seeing Qin Haodong's calm smile, the South Court is also nervous.

"Who is this person? Even if it is later than Murong Jinghong, is it that his strength is higher? Is it the card hidden in the North Campus?"

"The **** card, I see that there is no one available in the North Campus. This is why he used it to make up the number. In fact, it is to admit defeat. He didn't see the way he laughed. It seems that there is no intention to do it at all."

"Tao Jiaojiao sister is a master of the fit period. It doesn't take three tricks to clean up this guy."

You Wan Blade stood by, watching Qin Haodong on the stage is full of hatred, but unfortunately he has no chance to avenge his brother now, even the opportunity to stand on the stage together.

In the stands, Luo Dongqing said with a smug look: "The granddaughter smashed his hand, and this year's king must belong to our North Court!"

Ouyang Yu said: "You are so confident in him?"

Luo Dongqing’s weird smile: “Wait a minute, you know the result!”

Qin Haodong ignored the arguments around him and went to the middle of Fujian and Taiwan to smile at Tu Jiaojiao: "Sister, we met again so soon!"

Tu Jiaojiao smiled and said: "I really don't want to see you. If you don't have you, today's king belongs to me."

Qin Haodong said: "Isn't that better than that? Perhaps the ultimate victory is you!"

"Oh, don't yell at me, I don't want to be abused, remember to ask me to eat!" Tu Jiaojiao said, loudly said to Hai Zhengming, "I admit defeat!"