"School Luo, if this continues..."

Looking at the two figures sprinkled with blood, the lecturers couldn't help looking at Luo Xiao. Both of them belonged to the Deep Blue Seed Academy. As long as one of them was injured, it could be considered a loss to the college. Such losses were not something that ordinary people could bear...

Luo Zong didn't say anything, looked at Jiang Li's expression through the surveillance camera, and finally shook his head, "Since he entered the deep blue, he has been suppressing it for too long. Let him vent his vent this time..."

The lecturers didn't understand what he meant, but when they heard Luo Zong say this, they naturally didn't say anything. Their eyes were concentrated on the screen. Once any danger occurred, they immediately opened the training room for first aid.

Wei Jun's face was as bloody, his whole body was solidified, and his muscles were softened like steel and iron bones. His eyes were tightly locked in Jiang Li, nurturing an incomparable fire. Jiang Li's expression was opposite to him. When he looked at the other party, he flashed with ecstasy and excitement. The two extreme emotions collided together, just like positive and anti-matter collided...

Without communication or speaking, Jiang Li rushed over, and then as his arm moved slightly, afterimages stirred out, and the two figures intertwined. As the fists collided, only a crisp sound was heard. Jiang Li's left arm was broken and his figure was forced to retreat.

Wei Jun's arm cracked, and blood kept flowing. Facing the figure who had retreated, he had just taken a step, but his figure solidified in place. Then he covered his mouth with his hands, accompanied by wriggling throat, and blood kept flowing out along the gaps of his fingers. Jiang Li's spirit was born, and with the impact, he hit his mind...

Jiang Li stepped back five or six steps, suppressed his physical injuries with a slight movement. When his left arm swung slightly, the severe pain did not make him feel pain, but instead made the smile on his face become stronger. Taking advantage of the time when Wei Jun vomited blood, he rushed up, his arms turned into fists into claws, and the Qi that merged into flesh and blood surrounded his arms, and the arms wrapped in the school uniform were two or three times thicker.

Jiang Li changed his fighting style and grabbed his chest with one blow. Under the sharp force, he directly pierced through the steel bars on his chest and tore off five blood marks. The deepest one seemed to be able to see internal organs squirming, and the whistling sound suddenly exploded in the space, swept towards Jiang Li's head. Jiang Li slapped out with his right palm, and his spiritual power imprisoned his figure. He hit his palm and then came first, slapped his shoulder bone, removing a lot of his power. But even so, the power brought by the other party's arm was still different.

Jiang Li only felt a shock on his face, and a crisp sound was made on his face. His figure retreated again. Wei Jun took a step forward and reached out to grab Jiang Li's face...

Jiang Li's eyes hopped slightly, his figure fell back, and his hands waved into the space, like a bird's wings waving his wings. The two strong winds slapped out with both hands, and the figure swept directly out. However, Jiang Li moved, but Wei Jun followed him, following Jiang Li, grabbing Jiang Li's face, without leaving him a chance to breathe.

Jiang Li smiled coldly and showed his white teeth, as if he was about to wait for an opportunity to move. When he looked at Jiang Li's exposed teeth, Wei Jun felt a cold chill directly covering his body, like an evil dragon spreading its fangs and snatching it. His figure couldn't help but solidify and let Jiang Li escape.

Jiang Li stood on the ground again, and his figure swept towards the Wei army. Then his arm was shaken and cut out directly. The solid energy condensed and formed, cutting everything in the space like a huge steel blade. The Wei army cut out with his hand knife, and saw two bright lights flashing in the space. As the two swords touched, the sound of metal hitting suddenly sounded in the space.

Jiang Li's eyes lit up slightly, and his hands turned into a knife and slashed out. Only a crisp sound of plaque was heard. Every time Wei Jun's hand knife hit, it was calculated accurately, without any errors or omissions, and brought the maximum damage at the minimum cost. Jiang Li's attack has always changed at will, and his every move was like a physical instinct, but the attack damage was only high and not low compared to him...

The two of them criticized dozens of swords. Jiang Li's arms were completely unconscious. The figure staggered backwards. The Wei army kept shaking and slashing at Jiang Li's neck. Jiang Li raised his neck, and a bloodstain appeared on his neck again. Wei army took a step forward and was about to cut off Jiang Li's head. The figure froze directly on the place, and he vomited blood from his mouth.

Jiang Li took a few steps back and looked at his arms. He saw that the arm bones had also been shattered and broken, and his arms were twisted to an unrecognizable extent. Especially the left arm was hanging on his body like a pile of rotten flesh. Compared to Jiang Li, Wei Jun was also uncomfortable. His facial features were bleeding, his face was pale, and he vomited blood in his mouth. When Jiang Li swung his arm, in addition to the muscles of his arm were cut into pieces, his mental strength seemed to condense into a spiritual knife, directly slashing into his body, which caused great damage to his brain.

Jiang Li's mental movement only felt a mess on his arms, and all the blood vessels, muscles, and bones were all messy. However, even if his arms were gone, Jiang Li still had a body. As long as he could still stand, he could not be considered a loss. Jiang Li's feet moved slightly and his figure moved forward. At this time, Wei Jun was injured by Jiang Li's mental illness, but he still did not wake up and was directly approached by Jiang Li.

As Jiang Li's body swings, he directly crashed into his body. He heard a bang bang bang bang, and the steel bones of Wei Jun began to crack. Jiang Li forced his figure to retreat. After three or four steps back, his back foot suddenly stood firm and supported his declining momentum. Then he raised his feet and kicked Jiang Li's waist and ribs. He heard a cracking sound, and the ribs were directly broken and inserted into the internal organs.

Jiang Li flew back three or four meters, then fell heavily to the ground with a bang. Jiang Li gritted his teeth, and the carp jumped directly from the ground. However, his feet had just occupied the ground, but he couldn't help but bent down, vomiting blood from his mouth, and his ribs were inserted into the internal organs, causing bleeding in his body. Jiang Li's arm was broken and he had lost consciousness. He could not pull out the broken bones from his body. He could only use his spirit to suppress the internal injuries...

Wei Jun trembled and supported the ground. The blood had already solidified on his face. He felt a sharp pain in his head. As soon as his body was pulled, it seemed to be able to touch the brain nerves. This painful message was transmitted to his body very quickly. As soon as his figure stood up, Jiang Li slowly stood up straight, his broken arms ticked the blood, and the ribs between his waist were inserted into his waist, suppressing the injury with his spirit.

Jiang Li forced himself to move, finally stopped, looked at the figure opposite, and his voice was hoarse and unpleasant: "You lost!"

"You didn't win!"

Wei Jun's voice was cold and there was no emotional fluctuation. The next moment, he heard a bang and fell to the ground. Jiang Li sneered, then his smile slightly condensed, and he collapsed to the ground. Before he was unconscious, the door of the training room opened and a large number of medical personnel squeezed into it. In front of the crowd, a woman seemed to cry when she looked at him...
Chapter completed!