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The three instructors were all seriously injured and all lost.

Lin Que's fist directly hit the white-haired old man's chest!

Bang!

His body is like a kite with a broken string, like a meteor falling, directly piercing through the formation under the ring!

Whoa!

The formation suddenly shattered.

Boom!

The old man's body, coupled with the huge impact, directly turned a building into ruins!

After the deathly silence, exclamations came from the crowd.

"Not good! That's the school history museum of my Mordor Academy!"

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"That is the place that bears the history of my Mordor Academy, it is sacred and inviolable!"

"Lin Que, damn it!"

While denouncing him loudly, Lin Que fell to the ground.

He stepped on the old man's chest.

"Want to live?"

"Tell the truth about everything!"

The white-haired old man was full of humiliation, and blood gushed out from his mouth.

But at this time, he is still very confident.

"Lin Que, you underestimate our energy too much."

"The two colleges are enough to control the situation in Daxia."

"What if I say it?"

"The news will never get out of the magic city!"

At this time, the crowd poured into the Modu Academy.

"Lin Que, get out of there. That's the place to record the achievements of our Academy in the Great Xia."

"You don't deserve to stand there!"

Amidst the anger of the crowd, footsteps sounded.

Two figures came out, it was Wang Mian and Shen Jian!

The situation was out of control, and Wang Mian's face was very ugly.

"Lin Que, this is the cultural origin of my Mordor Academy."

"Not only did you hurt people in my academy, you also ruined this place."

"How are you going to die?"

Lin Que had a smile on his face.

"Wang Mian, right? You are the vice-principal of Modu Academy."

"It seems that you are the culprit of this incident."

"However, this time the matter is so big, you, the vice principal, are not enough."

"Call out the people behind you too, I'll clean them up together."

Wang Mian sneered for a while.

"You are really arrogant."

He wanted to continue talking, but a hoarse voice suddenly came from the ruins.

"Ugh."

"After sleeping for so many years, I was woken up like this."

"Let a junior call at the door, and the current Modu Academy is really in decline."

Then, a hunched figure walked out of the ruins.

This is an old man in his dying years, still leaning on crutches.

Although his appearance is extremely ugly, no one dares to ignore the existence of this person.

Every time he took a step, the strength in his body recovered a bit!

Supreme Realm, False Saint, Half Saint...

When he came in front of Lin Que, he was already at the peak of a saint, and he was only one step away from being a god!

It can be called a demigod!

Everyone is photographed by his powerful momentum.

Just when Lin Que was wondering about the identity of this person, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

"I remember."

"This person is one of the founders of Mordor Academy, named Wang Qianshu."

"He used to be one of the strongest in Great Xia, a powerful force to deter the gods of the West."

"I didn't expect it, it's been hundreds of years, and he's still not dead, just fell into a deep sleep!"

"Wang Qianshu?"

Lin Que looked into the old man's eyes.

Those eyes were not only not cloudy in any way, but also had a breathtaking divine light.

Moreover, his eyes are very frank, and he is definitely not a cunning person.

"Wang Qianshu, you used to be one of the pillars of Daxia."

"Are you sure you want to participate in this matter?"

Lin Que gave enough respect to Daxia's former heroes.

But Wang Qianshu didn't pay attention to him, but looked at Wang Mian.

Wang Mian stepped forward and saluted respectfully.

"The great-great-grandson of the sixth generation, Wang Mian, met the ancestor."

A clear look appeared in Lin Que's eyes.

With the same surname as Wang, Wang Mian must be a direct relative of Wang Qianshu.

This must be Wang Mian's true confidence.

But Wang Mian continued to speak.

"This man's name is Lin Que..."

He told everything that happened in Daxia these days.

Wang Qianshu's complexion changed at that time, and his anger could not be contained at all.

"In my life, I hate people who are disloyal to the country the most."

"You colluded with Chi You in an attempt to destroy the foundation of Great Xia."

"For doing such a thing, not only did you not hide and live, but you dared to so blatantly brand me at the Demon City Academy."

"Shut up!"

Lin Que smiled.

"You are the same as that Qin Wu, you are all blind-minded people!"

"No need to explain, let's fight!"

"I have slaughtered gods, let alone you, a demigod!"

Wang Qianshu was even more angry.

"Good, good, good."

"The old man wants to see today, where does your confidence come from!"

After the words fell, he shot directly.

The demigod's power was extraordinary, and the crutch in his hand turned into a green dragon, attacking Lin Que.

Lin Que didn't dare to neglect in the slightest.

Wang Qianshu is very strong, comparable to Lancelot at that time!

This is the first time he has felt pressure since he stepped into the magic capital!

But now he is not what he used to be, so he doesn't need to have any fear!

hum!

The realm of chaos spread out, covering the entire Mordor Academy!

The phantom of the holy beast appeared and stopped the green dragon.

What Lin Que said before was not just words.

No matter when, no matter what the reason, Tianzhu's blade will never be aimed at any of the Great Xia colleagues.

He chose to fight Wang Qianshu hand to hand!

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

In a few breaths, there are more than ten thousand collisions!

The powerful aftermath drove all the spectators back ten thousand meters away.

This time, even Wang Mian and Shen Jian were dumbfounded.

The saint fought fiercely against the demigods in the early stage, but he still did not lose the wind.

What kind of monster was Lin Que so powerful?

Even if the main god is reincarnated, it's not half as good as him, right?

Wang Qianshu also became more frightened as he grew older.

He entered Taoism at the age of 12 and became a saint at the age of 30.

He has experienced countless battles with powerful ghosts and western gods in his life.

Unexpectedly, such a young junior would become the toughest opponent he has ever encountered!

Lin Que's fighting spirit became more and more intense, and the precious light of the glazed vajra body became brighter and brighter.

His comprehensive strength is on par with Wang Qianshu.

But Wang Qianshu has a fatal flaw.

The hands are exhausted, and the blood is sluggish.

After seeing this clearly, he gave up his defense, attacked with all his strength, and chose to exchange injuries for injuries!

Bang!

After a stick of incense, Wang Qianshu fell into a slump, was knocked back by Lin Que's punch, and spit out a mouthful of blood mist.

The green dragon was also unstable.

And Lin Que also forcibly endured his blow, four or five ribs in his chest were broken.