"Not good!"
Seeing Ling Feng shooting towards him like an arrow off the bowstring, Xuanyuan's eyelids twitched wildly. He immediately lifted his Great Sword to meet him. If he could delay Ling Feng even for a moment, it would give him a chance to breathe.
"You guys..."
Swoosh!
Before Xuanyuan could issue a command, Ling Feng's figure had already drifted in front of him like a ghost, wearing a faint smile.
"Still have time to worry about others?"
Unexpectedly, a cold flash shot out like lightning. In the next moment, Ling Feng had bypassed all members of the West Courtyard's Sword Team, and as the White Tiger Battle Flag of the West Courtyard fell, the whole field burst into roaring laughter.
"Holy shit! Hahaha, the captain of the mighty West Courtyard Sword Team has such a white ass!"
"Really, Xuanyuan? It's just a competition; couldn't you have tightened your belt a bit more?"
"Hahaha, if I were him, I'd be too ashamed to show my face ever again!"
