Chapter 447: 8 militia

In the second round of assessment, as the sound of the bronze bell continued to echo, it gradually came to an end.
Among them, some powerful geniuses have gradually surfaced.
Outstanding and powerful young genius, at the end of the second round of assessments, continued to set a record.
In the whole square, the mountain-like tsunami-like exclamation sounded continuously.
An hour later, the assessment was over. Of the more than 900 people who met the requirements of three inches and five points, less than 200 people.
"Congratulations, everyone who passed the second round of assessment, here is the last round, comprehensive test!"
"Ten thousands of years ago, eight magical soldiers were found in the mysterious realm of the earth that appeared here, but unfortunately the spirit of the instrument was broken and the sharpness was lost. In the third round, these eight magical soldiers were evaluated. The longest spawned soldiers were the first, and the 200 soldiers with the shortest soldiers were eliminated! "
Speaking of which, the Lord of the End of the World bowed each of the two holy places to the presenter, took a jade charm from them, and took a piece from his arms.
The three jade charms were put together, and instantly became three into one, emitting a dazzling light.
"The world is infinite, the magic soldier is here! Come out!"
With a loud shout, Yufu rose into the sky, exploded from a height above the sky, and turned into eight streams of light falling straight down from the sky. In an instant, he reached the top of the eight stone platforms in the middle of the battle platform.
These eight spirit soldiers are knives, guns, swords, bows, axes, halberds, sticks, and daggers. Each of the spirit soldiers on the stone platform faintly exudes an ancient and everlasting atmosphere, which is extremely extraordinary.
However, after the glory of the spirit soldiers gradually dissipated, on closer inspection, on each of the spirit soldiers, there were dense cracks, dullness, and death.
"Look, Tianya Eight Divine Soldiers, Divine Soldiers ..."
"It's a pity, thousands of years ago, in the end of the world, in order to compete for these eight divine soldiers, I don't know how many powerful men have been damaged."
"Yeah, who ever thought that this magical soldier was lost and the body was broken. Otherwise, any one of them is a peerless spirit soldier."
"Hehe, there are instrumental spirits before they can be called magical soldiers. The eight magical equipments are lost, but there is only a trace of breath."
"Hey, even if there are no instrumental spirits, these magical soldiers are not controlled by ordinary people, destroying soldiers ... difficult!"
"..."
In the crowd, various sounds of exclamation and regret kept ringing and were extremely lively.
More than 300 warriors waiting to be tested near the battle platform all looked dignified and nervous.
As the crowd said, the magic soldier is not an ordinary martial arts maneuverable. Most of their cultivation is in the sixth level of Zhenwu Realm. Long Jian Mang.
But the divine soldiers are completely different, at least the spiritual soldiers that can only be used by the heavenly strong men.
Taking the cultivation of these young warriors as an example, if these soldiers are intact and under the influence of true energy, I am afraid that they may be more severely damaged by counterattack.
"Everyone, if you want to motivate the spirit soldiers, it is not enough to rely on the strength of Qi alone. I hope that you can show your full strength and potential and be recognized by the soldiers before you can destroy a longer spirit
The Lord of the End of the World chanted loudly, glanced over 300 young warriors, paused slightly, and then said
"Next, the test begins!"
As the voice landed, at the corner of the square, Chu Yan slowly opened her eyes, and her eyes flashed in her eyes.
"Mysterious soldier !?"
Slowly he got up, Chu Yan walked lightly, and walked near the battle platform, his eyes glanced at the eight soldiers above the stone platform, his eyes were shining.
"First, Fang Hong! Come forward and test!"
On the stage, a deacon announced loudly.
The words landed, and a very strong, brave man with an all-directional muscle explosion strode toward Shitai.
Without a moment of hesitation, he directly picked up the big green axe on the stone platform, grinning, and looked extremely confident.
This person, Zhenwu Realm, has five talents, Wu Wu is a black tomahawk, so he has a stronger talent for axe spirit soldiers than others.
Slightly sensing the heavy axe soldier in his hand, Fang Hong directly destroyed the whole body's Qi and Wuhun. Behind him, a black bull's head battle axe emerged in the void, and the glory was full of sky.
"Give me ... burst!"
With a violent drink, Fang Hong's anger suddenly soared, and instantly rose to the extreme, madly rushing towards the green axe soldier in his hand, and the black tomahawk Wuhun behind him also cast a black Guanghua shot at the big axe in his hand.
Hum ... hmm ...!
Green axe soldiers, agitated by the violent aura and martial spirit, the axe body trembled violently.
A green streamer flickered across the axe's surface, and then the green axe soldier returned to peace without any further reaction.
"What !? How is this possible ...!"
Fang Hong's face changed drastically, his eyes widened and he looked at the green axe soldier in his hand, his face couldn't believe it.
"No ... it's impossible! Explode it again!"
The anger is exploding again, Wuhun soars by three points, billowing qi and the power of Wuhun, rushing to the green axe soldier like a flood ...
Fang Hong's face was full of bruises, and his face was purplish, apparently he had already destroyed all his strength.
However, this time the Green Axe soldier did not even tremble, completely like a dead object, without any response.
"Fail, next! Li Hao!"
The deacon's cold voice sounded, and at the same time, he looked at Fang Hong with a sullen face, with a disdainful expression on his face.
Just now the Lord of the City has made it clear that these magical soldiers are not destroyed by force at all. This Fang Hong is completely a personal monster, with muscles like steel and iron in his body. I am afraid that all the muscles are in his brain.
Actually delusion is to destroy a soldier with the true energy of Zhen Wu Jing Xiu. If you don't fail, who will fail!
In the crowd, other talented warriors saw this scene, all of them changed their faces slightly, and they became more dignified. Most of them came for the first time to participate in the selection of the two holy places. This soldier ... just heard that it is difficult to motivate Now, it's considered real insight.
Even if there is no magic weapon, obviously, it is not easy for them to control.
Immediately afterwards, a young man in leather armor flew towards the middle of the battlefield and stood before the stone, his eyes constantly glanced at the eight soldiers.
Li Hao himself used a battle knife, but he saw the silver sword soldier on top of the stone platform, but it was the one with the most cracks, so he felt hesitant.
"Just you ...!"
After a little hesitation, he picked up the blackened dagger and held it in his hand.
Hum!
The spirit was surging, and a sharp blade of intent brought a gust of wind across the platform.
The next moment, the black dagger magic weapon in his hand suddenly became bright, one by one foot long, and burst out of the dagger.
"Look, he urged a soldier! It's amazing ..."
"Nice and good ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Look at the length, I'm afraid it is one foot seven inches and should be able to pass the level!"
"Amazing, looking at him looks as if it is very easy, unlike the previous one, it took a lot of energy, but there was no response at all!"
"Nonsense, haven't you seen him do anything?"
"..."
The success of Li Hao made the warriors who were extremely nervous, suddenly relieved and uproar.
"One foot seven inches, next!"
The deacon looked at Li Hao, nodded, and announced loudly.
Subsequently, a famous warrior came on the field to test, there were many losers, more successful ones, and the spiritual strength of the urging varied.
"Next, Nangong Rou!"
Not long after, as the deacon's voice sounded, a wonderful figure slowly stepped onto the stage.