Super Student's Three-realms Army

Murong Wushuang sneered at Zhang Xiaofann's words and ridiculed him.    

"It doesn't matter!"    

Qiu Tianming shook his hand indifferently and said to Wang Yuantao and Murong Wushuang's words.    

"My attack is only aimed at Wang Zhenyuan. It won't hurt the innocent!"    

When he said this, everyone present was shocked.    

They never thought that Qiu Tianming's cultivation of the Vital Spirit could actually be so terrifying that he could control it as he pleased!    

"Clang!"    

In the next moment, a blade light flashed. Everyone felt a pain in their eyes as if they had been burned by a sharp weapon.    

Immediately after, they heard the whistling sound of the wind!    

Wang Zhenyuan felt the blade energy in front of him, but he was unable to tell which one was the real killing move!    

Therefore, Wang Zhenyuan could only retreat. He had retreated six steps in succession.    

In this gap, Wang Zhenyuan naturally did not idle around. He had already thrown out eight punches in a row. Each punch was more powerful and fierce than the previous one!    

As the blade aura gradually faded, Qiu Tianming's golden machete had already been sheathed.    

At the same time, Wang Zhenyuan had already pulled a distance of ten meters between him and Qiu Tianming. When he saw that Qiu Tianming had already sheathed his blade, he was somewhat puzzled.    

"Qiu Tianming, this was only the first blade. Why didn't you use the next two?"    

Qiu Tianming only shook his head slowly. With a calm expression, he said, "There is no need to use the next two blades, because you have already lost!"    

Hearing Qiu Tianming's vague words, Wang Zhenyuan also had a puzzled look on his face. But immediately after, as if he had suddenly realized something, he hurriedly lowered his head and looked at his right chest.    

He saw that the right side of Wang Zhenyuan's中山装 had been cut open by a sharp weapon. Although the cut was very narrow, it did not hurt Wang Zhenyuan's body.    

"How... How is this possible?!"    

After looking at the cut on his right chest, Wang Zhenyuan's expression suddenly stiffened, and he looked at Qiu Tianming with a deep look of disbelief.    

Although he had not fought head-on with Qiu Tianming, Wang Zhenyuan could already predict that he would definitely not be able to withstand Qiu Tianming's three blades.    

However, Wang Zhenyuan never dreamed that even if he used all his strength, he would still be defeated so directly and miserably.    

It was no exaggeration to say that if Qiu Tianming and Wang Zhenyuan had fought with their lives on the line.    

Then, Qiu Tianming didn't need to do anything at all. He only needed to use even a little bit more strength, and it would be enough to pierce through Wang Zhenyuan's heart in an instant!    

"Ah... I, Wang Zhenyuan, am still old..."    

When he said this, Wang Zhenyuan's voice was very low and dejected, as if he had aged five or six years.