Vol 3 Chapter 118: Dim black sword

The sunset is about to disappear into the distant horizon. At this time, the sky's burning clouds are also reddish as if it were really burning.
All the candidates, even some seriously injured candidates, have struggled to stand up because the final sword test is about to begin.
Xie Luo looked at Ding Ning's side face. She saw Ding Ning's eyes lit up, and the sky on his side was dark. She looked down and saw her shadow as a faint wing behind Ding Ning's shadow.
She increasingly felt that she was not the person of Ding Ning's world. However, at this time, she felt that even if she was only a small invisible wing behind Ding Ning, she would do all her power.
"Everyone has a stage of not accepting life and being convinced in their lives."
The surnamed palace lady walked out of the rest camp and walked over the side of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe standing upright. She stared at the distant fire and burned the cloud. She said coldly: "I just teach them that they must accept their fate."
"Mountains are born with high and low levels, not to mention people. Those mountains that are born to be short are going to compete with the mountains. In addition to being in vain, they will make themselves and others unhappy."
"In order for a dog to be exiled, it represents justice in the eyes of children, and it seems silly in the eyes of adults."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe quietly listened to the words of the surnamed palace lady. There was no dissatisfaction and opposition in his eyes.
Because he felt that the surnamed palace lady said the facts, he also had a stage of not accepting his life, but he is now very confessed.
If a person confesses his life, there is not much unwillingness. However, the hardest part of life is to accept his life.
Among the many officials who entered the valley, the deputy director of the ceremonies, Sikong, looked at Ding Ning and others who stood up, and his eyes gradually lit up.
The Wutai Guanjian appeared silently behind the net glass.
"This last sword test should be the most exciting and fierce of all the sword tests in the past years." Looking at all the students who were silently standing on both sides of the house, the swords of the Taiwanese swayed and shook their heads, some whispered with emotion.
The net glass nodded and agreed to his opinion, but she did not have the slightest pride, because the main reason was that the boy who came from the alley and the low-level practice refused to accept his life.
"Cheng Donglai."
A cold, screaming sound screamed in the valley.
The selection of the student who heard his name suddenly shocked, and looked at the cold-sounding Shoushan Jianzong practitioner wearing a sapphire gown.
"To Zhong Rong."
Until the voice of the Shushan Swordsman sang, the student selected to react with all the talents around him, and the final sword test began without any opening remarks.
"This is not fair!"
At the moment of reaction, the first candidate who was mentioned in the name was called out.
Many people feel that this is also the case.
The candidate named Cheng Donglai was born in the Secret Stone Institute. The latest ranking on the talented book is forty-one. His opponent, Zhong Rong, was born in the Jingian Jianyuan and ranked 21 on the talented book. The two have a big gap in their cultivation. Especially at this time, Cheng Donglai has a serious penetrating wound on the left thigh. Not only is it inconvenient to move, but the violent movement may cause massive bleeding. Minor injuries.

What is unfair?

However, when he heard that Cheng Donglai’s disappointment, he announced that the defender of Lushan Jianzong had just looked at him with a blank expression. He said:
The match is just a random draw, and there is a gap between the repairs and the practice. The injury on the body is only the residue of the previous level. Do you think that the sword will only have a final sword test, and the previous assessments will not be counted?"
"If you feel unfair, you can abstain yourself." After the meal, the Shushan Jianzong practitioner added a sentence without emotion.
The candidate named Cheng Donglai was white like snow, but listening to these words, he couldn’t tell, and he didn’t dare to say anything.
The rest of the students can only remain silent.
This kind of confrontation is only taken by this Suishan Jianzong practitioner. There are naturally many places worthy of scrutiny and questioning. Especially now, there are a total of forty-five selected students through the front, so the two pairs will definitely be One person will fight less and have a big advantage.
However, this is the sword meeting of the Shaoshan Jianzong. This is the rule of the Shaoshan Jianzong. It is the same as that of the Shushan Jianzong practitioner. If it is unfair, there is no other way than to withdraw.
"Sun Changzhi, to Zeng Kaitian."
"Nie Yan, against Mo Yu."
"..."
The Yanshan Jianzong practitioners who announced the match were not interested in watching the expressions of Cheng Donglai and others, but then went on without hesitation.
Listening to his announcement, all the candidates have different looks and reactions. Some of them look calm, some are silent and sneer, some have a stubborn smile, some are as ruined, and some carefully selected students have already discovered this valley. There are a total of eight venues marked with sword marks.
"The Emperor Pu Lian, on Xie Rou."
As expected by these elections, after reading the eighth group of opponents, the Shushan Jianzong practitioner who seemed to have no expression on the face stopped, and then pointed to the eight-faced field at random. It means that both sides of the match that he has read the name can now enter.
After looking at the venues that are about to fall into the darkness following the gesture of the Shushan Swordsman, almost all the eyes of the selected students fell on Xie Rou.
the reason is simple.
Although everyone wants to see the battle of Ding Ning, in the first 16 people who started the sword test, Xie Rou was the only practitioner who stood beside Ding Ning and was on the other side of the simple house. .
The eyes of Xu Weihua and others are very dignified.
Huang Pulian’s ranking on Cai Jun’s book is seventeen, and Xie Rou was not originally in Changling’s practice. She did not have any rankings on her talents book.
In the eyes of the majority of students, she and Xie Changsheng should rely on the financial resources of Xie's family to obtain the qualification to participate in the Shushan Sword Club with some disgraceful means.
Xie Rou did not expect that he happened to be the first practitioner to play here. At this time, under the eyes of everyone, she couldn’t help but start nervous, and the right hand of the sword began to tremble slightly.
The black long sword in her hand also trembled with it.
Looking at the black sword with no difference between the handle and the Daqin ordinary standard sword in her hand, most of the students chose that she could not have a chance to win.
However, no one noticed that the imperial teacher who wore the same robes as Huang Pulian was not far behind, but he certainly could not expect the Emperor’s association to go to Xie Rou, but He remembered some pictures in the sea of ​​thorns.
He opened his mouth and couldn't help but wanted to make a sound.
However, at this moment, a practitioner of Lushan Jianzong appeared in front of him.
This Shushan Jianzong practitioner came from the side. At this time, he was only facing him. However, the practitioner who wanted to evoke the imperial Pu Lian was suddenly aware of something, and his face was pale and closed his mouth.
The sword test has begun. According to the rules of the net glass, he can no longer say any reminder words.
Xierou took a deep breath and was ready to appear.
Ding Ning looked calm and looked at her and nodded.
It’s just such a simple movement, but Xie Rou suddenly has a lot of confidence.
Her hand holding the sword is no longer shaking.
......
Huang Pulian has also moved forward and marched toward the site marked by a sword mark. His body is tall and his face is cold, his eyes are also calm and looking straight ahead, giving the taste of a military general.
The Tie Ping Jianyuan, which he practiced, likes to send students to the battlefield. According to some exact news, Huang Pulian and some students of Tie Ping Jianyuan even participated in the eve of Lushan Federation. The Daqin army recovered Yangshan County. Some battles.
Relative to Xie Ro, he was very confident from the beginning.
So he didn't even look back at his teacher, and he didn't realize that a practitioner of Lushan Jianzhuang deliberately blocked himself in front of his teacher.
He also has the style of Changling practitioners, not to the nearest site, but to the nearest venue to Xie Rou.
"please."
When Xie Rou walked to the opposite side of him and paused, he only pulled his sword across his chest and bowed his head.
At this time, the other sides of the game were mostly in place, but because this battle has a special meaning, the eyes of most people outside the stadium still gathered on him and Xierou.
The sky is getting darker. Anyone in the Laoshan Jianzong does not seem to have the meaning of lighting. However, when Huangpu pulls his sword across his chest, the squares of dozens of feet are lit up.
The long sword in the hands of Emperor Pu Lian is golden in color, and the golden light is as dazzling as the essence. The runes on the sword are naturally under the treaches of his true elements, and naturally they form seven dazzling spots.
This sword is a seven-sword sword.
The master sword of the Seven Mile Palace, a famous spiritual place in the past.
A good sword that was picked up by the Emperor Pulian in the sword fair.
"please."
Xie Rou also cross sword.
The black sword in her hand is even more bleak in the eyes of the other eye-catching sword.
However, I don’t know why, Huang Pulian’s eyelids did not consciously jump, and felt a dangerous atmosphere that could not be said.
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