Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 82

[Chapter 82 Shocking Ding Hao’s Perseverance]

People began to worry about Ding Hao.

Ding Hao, however, let his blood flow and splash without any plans to retreat.

Turning around, the rusty sword was like electricity, and the [Palace Sword in Chasing Electricity] was pushed to the extreme, and in an instant, six swords were returned.

The sword shadow was like lightning, and finally successfully left a shallow bloodstain on the crazy Liang Feixue’s arm.

At the same time, blood on Ding Hao’s upper arm appeared again, and a mark was made by the opponent’s sharp claw pear.

Injury for injury.

Ding Hao already had two injuries, but he was not afraid and laughed with full of fighting spirit.

He did not use the [Closed Door Thank You Sword Style].

He didn’t want to develop his reliance on this inexplicable defensive sword style. In such a big competition among the same disciples, it was not a life-and-death struggle, so Ding Hao needed to use the fiercest battle to accumulate his actual combat experience and make up for it. own shortcomings.

Liang Feixue, who had transformed into a mad beast, was driven by the mysterious power, and his strength reached the level of a four-hole martial disciple, which was several times higher than the average level of a named disciple, and also exceeded Ding Hao by a lot.

However, his reason and judgment were also disturbed by this mysterious power, leaving only his fighting instinct, so Ding Hao could still entangle with him for a while.

shhhhhh!

Ding Ding Ding!

Boom boom boom!

The sound of the rusty sword piercing through the void, the sound of sharp claws and blades colliding, the sound of punching into the flesh… All kinds of heart-pounding sounds came from the center of the ring, like a stormy symphony. .

And accompanied by this rapid symphony, there are also splashes of blood.

Ding Hao was continuously hit by his opponent, leaving bloodstains on his body, and he was even hit to the point of quitting.

But every time he rushed back out immediately, the rusty sword in his hand, combined with the terrifying cold air, would always leave a little mark on Liang Feixue’s body, and he was content.

crazy!

Fight hard!

Total madness!

Endless struggle!

Under the situation that his strength is obviously inferior to his opponent, Ding Hao also seems to have fallen into madness.

The sound of cheering and cheering around has long since disappeared.

Everyone was dumbfounded watching this tragic match in the ring.

Since the beginning of the five-house competition, every game that Ding Hao has participated in will have something to move people. In this game, Ding Hao showed something called fighting spirit and unyielding.

The splashing blood flower was like a burning flame.

Under such a high-intensity battle, even Liang Feixue, who was completely dominated by the mysterious power and lost his mind, gradually felt tired and exhausted, and his chest began to gasp violently.

boom!

Fei was hit on the chest with a claw, and he flew out with blood from his mouth.

However, the moment he flew out, his rusty sword almost cut off one of Liang Feixue’s fingers.

Fight, temporarily stop.

The blood in Liang Feixue’s eyes is still the same, but there seems to be a little more doubt. The body can feel the passage of his physical strength. This is a strange situation that can never be felt every time in this state before.

There were more than 20 wounds all over his body, but the muscles were tight as steel, and the blood vessels were locked, and no blood came out.

On the opposite side, Ding Hao’s slender body stood on the ring like a javelin.

It’s just that compared to Liang Feixue, his situation was even worse. The blue shirt was completely shattered. There were large and small wounds all over his body, and blood was oozing out, but he sealed the wound with ice and snow to avoid excessive blood loss. Lost in combat power, from a distance, it looks like he is wearing a layer of silver-red battle armor.

At this time, everyone realized that there were so many wounds on Ding Hao’s body, and couldn’t help but let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

“My God, I’m afraid there are more than a hundred wounds…”

“The wound on the right waist almost tore through the internal organs! It’s terrible!”

“It’s all like this, do you still want to fight?”

“If you keep fighting, you will die!”

“Why didn’t the referee stop such a match, it’s too bloody, too barbaric, it’s a contest, not a gladiatorial fight!”

“Why, Senior Brother Ding Hao, why didn’t he use that style of swordsmanship? Liang Feixue would definitely not be able to break through that style of swordsmanship, so he wouldn’t have to suffer such a serious injury!”

Some of the female disciples who admired Ding Hao had tears in their eyes. They couldn’t bear to see such a miserable appearance of this public lover, and some even shouted Ding Hao’s name to persuade him to give up.

“I’m here to fight, not to perform. In battle, how can I see no blood? How can I see a rainbow without experiencing a storm? If you want to become a strong person, you must go through the baptism of blood and fire. If you ask the disciples of Sword Sect, you won’t You should be afraid of getting hurt!”

The powerful words seemed to answer the questions of the disciples in the audience.

When he decided not to perform the [Closed Door Thank You Sword Style], he had already expected such a difficult situation.

However, he has no regrets!

Even if you get knocked off the ring, you have no regrets!

Be sure to win beautifully!

Li Muyun’s pride also hurt Ding Hao’s pride.

Ding Hao’s black hair fluttered, and he was unparalleled. He laughed loudly. With his backhand, he tore off the broken blue shirt that was stuck to his body, leaving his upper body naked.

The strong and streamlined muscles show unparalleled visual momentum and sculptural beauty in the last rays of the sunset, and the scars, large and small, with blood, add to this visual shock.

The male disciples stared blankly at Ding Hao.

The moment Ding Hao spoke and tore his clothes, something slammed into their chests, igniting their blood.

Yes, let’s ask Jianzong, is to become a strong, not to play!

If you want to become strong, you must experience the baptism of blood and fire!

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing a storm?

These words, before joining the sect, after joining the sect, and even in the past few days, everyone stopped countless times, and quietly said to themselves countless times, but at this moment, from Ding Hao, who was covered in scars and could not fight to the death. He said it out of his mouth, but it completely shocked them and made them start to re-examine themselves!

These named disciples, who were well protected by their respective families before, had never experienced such a cruel side, nor did they realize that when they entered the Sword Sect, they would also face this more cruel elimination and selection mechanism.

Today’s scene is the first lesson for them.

In the crowd, Li Lan stared dully at the slender, strong and bleeding body.

Thinking of what Ding Hao said at the beginning of the battle, “You have the pride you have, I have my reasons, and defeating Senior Brother Li Lan is just a fluke”, this ambitious and feminine youth flashed deep in his eyes. A touch of color that has never been seen before is gone in a flash.