The Sword Dynasty

Although Lin Suixin’s arrangement is really arbitrary, judging from his entire arrangement process, including the words he said when he was questioning the selection of students, most of the teachers in the practice area still found the rules, or strict rules. .

Before the Minshan Swords Club began, it was clear that Minshan Jianzong had conducted a detailed investigation of each candidate, not just limited to talent and cultivation, but also past conduct.

In the first few levels, the performance of all the candidates has reached a comprehensive assessment by Lin Suixin.

Talent and cultivation are slightly weaker, and candidates who have some problems with their past conduct are often scheduled for an extra match or two in this final sword test.

This seems unfair, but it is the last chance Minshan Jian will give them.

As long as they can still win in one or two battles and enter the top ten, there is still the opportunity to enter Minshan Jianzong practice.

This Minshan Jianhui, after all, is not a game to win the reputation, but Minshan Jianzong is choosing his entry disciples.

According to the rules shown by Lin Xuanxin, or strict rules, the teachers of most of the practice areas have now seen that in addition to Ding Ning, Zhang Yi, Yi Xin and others who have entered the top ten, Ye Haoran, Gu Xichun and others, Instead, the final competition should be between He Zhaoxi and another candidate who was born in the deer song of Chaolu Jianyuan.

At this time, although He Zhaoxi was exhausted, his physical strength and true yuan were also extremely violent, but the situation of the deer instrument song was even more difficult. This young boy who was ranked forty in the talent list after insisting on the previous battle The left arm has been fractured, and there are no less than ten wounds on the body because of the massive blood loss has become extremely weak.

In the eyes of everyone, the winner of this last game should naturally be He Zhaoxi.

Just counting He Zhaoxi, there is still one less candidate in the last ten.

Could it be that the perseverance of this deer instrument song has also been affirmed by Lin Suixin, then he and He Zhaoxi will not need to fight any more, and will directly rank in the last ten?

However, at this time, Lin Suixin had let the teachers of these places of practice know that this assumption was not true.

Because at this time Lin Suixin had already spoken to He Zhaoxi who turned around and walked back.

"You don't have to go back, because you have one last game to play."

He said this without emotion to He Chaoxi, who was already soaked in sweat, and then continued without a pause: "He Chaoxi, a song to deer instruments."

"Be careful."

While He Zhaoxi paused, Zhang Yi shouted softly at He Zhaoxi.

Baiyang Cave belongs to Qingteng Jianyuan. Zhang Yi, Ding Ning, He Zhaoxi, and Nangong Caishu are all in the same door, and they are fighting side by side. For Zhang Yi, who is usually low-key and humble, it is already very unusual to make such a voice in such a public place.

Zhang Yi's mood at this time was very exciting and joyful.

Because he knows that if Xue Wangxu is still alive and sees that he, Ding Ning and He Zhaoxi can all enter the top ten, he will be very happy and will certainly feel the scenery.

...

He Zhaoxi nodded, turned slowly, adjusted his breath as much as possible, and turned to the field where he had just fought.

On the other side, a young boy in a purple shirt with bandages holding his left hand firmly on his body, his hair already soaked in cold sweat, was also hobbling towards He Zhaoxi.

This Zhaolujianyuan Caijun named deer song seems to have to pay a big price for every step. Looking at his walking posture, many people will not even feel that he seems to be walking on a solid flat ground. But every step is walking on the nail bed.

The victory and defeat seems to have been determined from his posture, but at this moment, a change that shocked everyone.

A cold breath formed around his body, and then quickly released into the surrounding world.

The reason for this is coldness, because at the same time this cold breath makes people feel, the teenager's body seems to be so empty that most of the real chills shrink into his body instead.

For all practitioners in the field, this strange feeling is like a piece of ice in front of a tree in summer. Everyone feels the ice is cold and feels that the ice is exuding coldness, but they can't feel the real coldness. Instead, all the cold air shrinks towards the inside of the ice.

A clear inhalation sound rang from the group of onlookers.

With the formation of this cold breath, the deer song has been slowly dancing back with the long black hair soaked in cold sweat, completely revealing his pale face without a trace of blood.

Immediately afterwards, his cheeks were slightly sunken, like a sharp weight loss.

In the air around him, there was a hissing sound, and there were many invisible world energies pouring from all directions into his body.

Just like the dry pond was filled in an instant, the body of the deer song began to give people a feeling of fullness.

His pale face began to be covered with an iron-green luster, but the sunken cheeks were back to their original condition.

Everyone felt as if he was weak and left his body.

He is getting stronger.

"How could this be?"

"What kind of exercise is this?"

Zhang Yi, who had just boldly reminded He Zhaoxi, turned to Ding Ning in shock and couldn't help making noises.

Everyone in the field was shocked.

Even Ding Ning frowned deeply and looked very dignified.

He knew what kind of exercise this was, but he only knew it before, and had never seen it with his own eyes.

This exercise is very mysterious and very useful.

So at this time, he was more than ever aware of all the changes in the vitality of the surrounding world, including all the changes in the body of the deer song, and did not even notice Zhang Yi's question at this time.

...

The cold breath began to disappear from the body of the deer song.

At the moment of complete disappearance, his body began to show real cold outwards, and a white flake cold mist visible to the naked eye was generated around his body, spattering outwards, like a piece of icy spray. Fly.

There is also a trace of red vitality, like blood lines.

"No wonder you must persevere."

Jing Liuli looked at such a different phase, his eyes narrowed and coldly ironically said: "This time the sword will be really not simple, even the exercises like Blood Fiend Demon Skill will appear."

"Blood evil magic skill!"

After she spoke a few words, only the teacher of the practice area exclaimed.

"It turned out to be the evil spirit of blood evil!"

The exclamation instantly caused a wave of terror.

"What kind of exercises is this?"

In a cry of excitement, Zhang Yi, who didn't get Ding Ning's answer, turned his head to look at Du Gubai and others. At this time, his worries about He Zhaoxi had already exceeded that of seeking knowledge.

"An evil practice of the former dynasty."

Du Gubai took a deep breath and looked at him solemnly, "In the case of a lot of blood loss, you can use your empty blood vein as a rune that guides the vitality of the world. It is just that the vitality of the world is induced by this method. If it is too cold, even if it can improve the combat power in a short time, it is not conducive to future practice."

Zhang Yi is smarter than most people think, even if Du Gu said so, he still understands the power of this practice.

Even though this kind of practice can be regarded as a wicked practice that stimulates vitality for a while, it can at least allow practitioners to shed a lot of blood on the battlefield and improve their combat power for a short time, even more than before injury. As powerful.

On some battlefields of life and death strangulation, the most important issue considered by practitioners is survival, not the issue of future practice.

"Everyone thinks my blood is about to drain, and I think I will lose."

At this moment, the deer song that came across He Zhaoxi stopped and looked up at He Chaoxi, saying: "I just don't want to lose."

His tone was calm, but everyone could feel his determination.

He Zhaoxi usually has very few words. Hearing the deer song at this time, he slightly raised his head and said, "I don't want to."

"Can you still win?"

The deer song gave a sneer look at He Zhaoxi and the big sword he was carrying.

He is usually not a particularly arrogant person, but at this time, the other party's situation and his own strength have made him naturally change.

While sneering out loud, he trampled one foot on the ground, reached for a sword and smashed towards He Zhaoxi.

He did not even salute the sword.

But nobody cares about such details at this time.

He was holding a long bronze sword in his hand. At this time, it contained the power he exchanged for a great price. Just such a simple sword power, it burst out into a very powerful power, giving people a feeling like It was a mountain that fell from the sky and pressed down towards He Zhaoxi.

And He Zhaoxi is like a small tree that can only be crushed into powder.

A loud bang.

He Zhaoxi's sword was already in his hand, but his body flew out instantly.

The figure of Lu Qige appeared in the place where he originally stood.

He Chaoxi's body was smashed with smoke, falling only a few feet away from the edge of the sword marks on the site.

Wisps of blood flowed down the hilt from between his palms.

There was also a stream of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his face was still calm and calm, and his eyes fell on the extra-long sword in his hand.

This cyan broad sword feels more like a long sword.

When He Zhaoxi's eyes fell on the sword in his hand, the deer song suddenly felt something wrong, and he immediately reacted to what was wrong.