Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 27

[Chapter 27 The Beauty of Adulthood]

Time flies by.

The people around me also decreased one by one.

Two hours later, only ten teenagers, including Ding Hao, Zhang Fan, and Li Canyang, were left in the No. 8 sword formation. Take it out.

At this time, Ding Hao also felt a slight difficulty.

With the passage of time, the pressure in the sword array diagram is also gradually increasing. At this time, it has almost reached the level of nearly ten times the gravity.

Zhang Fan was obviously trying his best to persevere. His whole body was covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans. His ordinary face was twitching violently due to the severe pain. It flowed from the corner of his mouth to his chest. He supported the ground with both hands, trembling all over, and was suffering unimaginable pain.

Ding Hao and Zhang Fan were the only two of the remaining ten people who did not rely on profound strength to fight the heavy pressure.

Even Li Canyang, who had been calm before, now had an extremely painful look on his handsome face. His white clothes were soaked with sweat, his body trembled slightly, and the sky-blue shimmer was hidden on his body. Shi Xian, relying on profound strength to resist pressure.

This is the moment when willpower is really tested.

Under such heavy pressure, every minute and every second, like an invisible knife, cutting flesh on your body, the severe pain like Ling Chi can hardly be described in words, as long as you have a little willpower If you relax, you will faint.

pat!

A young man next to him finally couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out.

Half a stick of incense has passed.

pat!

pat!

Four more teenagers passed out.

After another incense stick, only Ding Hao, Li Canyang, and Zhang Fan were left in the No. 8 sword formation.

At this time, Ding Hao was also enduring severe pain.

The sword array diagram seems to have undergone some kind of mutation. In addition to the huge gravitational pressure, it is also filled with an aura similar to the power of the strong, which directly affects the human soul. This kind of pain surpasses Ling Chi thousands of times. It’s like the sea of hell in the legend, people with insufficient willpower, in such an environment, I’m afraid they will go mad in an instant!

“I think…I can’t think of it…I…I still…lose to…lose to you!”

Not far away, Li Canyang had been keeping his eyes tightly closed. At this time, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Ding Hao with a look of extreme unwillingness. Then he suddenly swayed, spewing a mouthful of blood, and passed out. .

It turned out that the scheming young master of Sunset Town had already discovered Ding Hao and had been secretly competing with Ding Hao.

Unfortunately, he did not persevere in the end and lost to Ding Hao.

Immediately, four third-generation disciples rushed in and carried the unconscious Li Canyang out.

Ding Hao shook his head.

Unexpectedly, this Li Canyang actually regarded himself as a transcendent object.

It seems that his previous abnormal performance has still aroused the vigilance of many geniuses.

But at this time, Ding Hao was also approaching the end of the game.

From the beginning to the end, Ding Hao did not use the power of profound energy, but used pure physical strength to support him. Just when he wanted to use profound energy to relieve the pain of his body, for some reason, his eyes suddenly focused on Zhang Fan, who was on the side. on the body.

This young hunter is almost on the verge of becoming a blood man at this time.

Drops of blood, instead of sweat, ooze out from every pore of his body, merged into plasma and smeared on his whole body, if not for his body was still shaking slightly, his chest was breathing rapidly and his eyes were still breathing. When he moved slightly, I was afraid that others would have long thought that he had passed out.

What a firm will of steel!

Ding Hao can understand Zhang Fan’s insistence very well. After all, he is already fourteen years old, and his performance in the previous attribute test was very average. The possibility of entering the Sword Sect is very small. Only in this last one can rely on manpower. In the test that comes to insist, perform well enough to win the last glimmer of hope.

Ding Hao also saw that on the periphery of the Sword Array, the hunters who accompanied Zhang Fan were watching nervously, their eyes full of ardent hope.

Indeed, for these ordinary hunters, Zhang Fan’s persistence represents their best hope, right?

Ding Hao lowered his head and thought for a while, no longer insisted, got up slowly, and walked out of the sword array by himself.

According to the tradition of Asking Sword Sect, in each sword formation, the teenager who persists to the last one will get extra points. Ding Hao could have continued to persevere, but he was moved by the spirit of this ordinary teenager.

Ding Hao suddenly felt that he should give the extra points to this struggling young man, which might be able to help him enter the Sword Sect.

“Thank you…thank you…”

When Ding Hao passed by Zhang Fan, a few words floated out of the bloody man’s bitten lips.

Ding Hao smiled slightly: “Come on!”

After speaking, he strode out of the sword formation.

The silver-robed elders and the third-generation disciples outside the map looked at Ding Hao with the same eyes.

The other teenagers who were waiting to see the final result looked at Ding Hao with a little more tenderness.

Because everyone could see that Ding Hao was the most relaxed of them all. He could continue to persevere, but he deliberately gave the first place to the struggling teenager.

“Thank you, thank you this son!” Several hunters came over and thanked Ding Hao repeatedly.

One of them should be Zhang Fan’s father. He was in his forties, with a body like an iron tower, dark skin, and scars all over his body. He was about to kneel down to thank Ding Hao.

Ding Hao quickly supported him.

Three hours before it was dark, the entrance test finally came to an end.

A total of nearly 10,000 teenagers participated in the test that day, but there were less than 1,000 people who had the hope of entering the Sword Sect. This shows how harsh and cruel the selection process was.

The boy who was eliminated was allowed to stay overnight in Wen Jianzong, and he had to leave immediately the next morning.

As for the youngsters who were temporarily selected, they got the broadband from Wen Jianzong and introduced them into the guest house.

The next day, the test continued.

There are still teenagers who have come from afar to take the test.

The same tragicomedy of life was repeated on the second day.

There are constantly posted test ranking lists, which are hung in the announcement area of Asking Sword Sect.

The names of the people on the list are constantly changing over time.

Ding Hao’s ranking, from the original tenth, has been declining, and when the test ended on the second day, it dropped to the thirty-fifth place among all the 1,100 people in the total list.

The top ten names on the overall list were all covered by red paper, and I don’t know where they are sacred.