The Sword Dynasty - 282

The setting sun was about to disappear to the distant horizon, and the fire clouds in the sky were also red as if they were about to burn.

All the candidates, even those who were seriously injured, stood up with difficulty, because the final sword test was about to begin.

Xie Rou looked at Ding Ning’s profile. She saw Ding Ning’s eyes light up and the sky next to him was darkening. She lowered her head and saw her shadow like a faint wing behind Ding Ning’s shadow.

She felt more and more that she was not a person in Ding Ning’s world, but at this time, she felt that even if it could only be a small invisible wing behind Ding Ning, she would do her best.

“Everyone has periods of disapproval and dissatisfaction in their lives.”

The palace maid surnamed Rong walked out of the resting camp and walked by the side of the middle-aged man in yellow robes with bowed heads. She stared at the burning cloud in the distance, and said coldly: “I just taught them that they must accept their fate.”

“Mountains are inherently high and low, let alone people. Those naturally short mountains have to compete with the high mountains. In addition to wasting their efforts, they will also make themselves and others unhappy.”

“Being banished for a dog, in the eyes of children represents justice, in the eyes of adults it seems stupid.”

The middle-aged man in Huangpao quietly listened to the words of the court lady surnamed Rong, and there was no expression of dissatisfaction or opposition in his eyes.

Because he felt that what the palace maid named Rong said was the truth, and he also had a period of refusing to admit his fate, but he has now accepted his fate very much.

If a person accepts his fate, he will not be unwilling. However, the most difficult thing in life is to accept his fate.

Among the many officials who entered the valley, Sikong, the deputy chief of Li Si, looked at Ding Ning and the others who stood up, and his eyes gradually lit up.

Tantai Guanjian silently appeared behind Jing Liuli.

“This last sword test should be the most exciting and intense of all sword tests in the past.” Looking at all the candidates standing silently on both sides of the house, Tantai Guanjian shook his head, and said softly with some emotion.

Jing Liuli nodded, expressing agreement with him, but she did not have the slightest arrogance, because the main reason was that the young man from a low alley and a low-level practice ground refused to admit his fate.

“Cheng Donglai.”

An abrupt and cold shout sounded in the valley.

The selected student who heard his name suddenly shook, and looked at the cold and cold Minshan Jianzong practitioner wearing a green jade robe.

“Ashamed.”

Until the voice of the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator sounded, the candidate and all the people around him completely reacted, and the final sword test had begun without any opening remarks.

“It’s not fair!”

The moment he reacted, the first candidate whose name was mentioned yelled out in a daze.

Many people feel the same way.

This selected student named Cheng Donglai was born in the Secret Stone Taoist Academy, and his latest ranking on the talent list is 41. His opponent Zhong Hui was born in the Jingnian Sword Academy and ranked 21st in the talent list. There is a big gap between the two in their cultivation. Especially at this time, Cheng Donglai has a serious penetrating wound on his left thigh. Not only is it inconvenient to move, but the violent movements may cause heavy bleeding. Minor injuries.

“What’s unfair?”

However, upon hearing Cheng Donglai’s frustrated cry, the Minshan Jianzong practitioner who announced the match just glanced at him blankly, and said slowly: “The match is just random sampling. There is a gap in cultivation level. It is just a matter of normal practice. The injuries on the body are only left over from the previous level. Do you think that the sword will only have the last sword test, and the previous assessments are not counted?”

“If you feel unfair, you can give up on your own.” After a pause, the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner added another sentence without emotion.

The selected student named Cheng Donglai was as white as snow. However, listening to these words, he couldn’t say it, and he didn’t dare to say anything to refute it.

The remaining candidates can only remain silent.

This kind of matchup was just picked by this Minshan Jianzong practitioner. Naturally, there are many points worthy of scrutiny and questioning, especially now that the total number of candidates who passed the previous level is forty-five, so the two-to-two matchup is bound to be. There is one person who will fight one less game and have a big advantage.

However, this is the Sword Society of the Minshan Sword Sect. This is the rule of the Minshan Sword Sect. As this Minshan Sword Sect practitioner said, if it feels unfair, there can be no other way besides withdrawing.

“Sun Changzhi, to Zeng Kaitian.”

“Nie Yan, to Mo Yu.”

“…”

The Minshan Jianzong cultivator who announced the match was not interested in looking at the expressions of Cheng Donglai and others, but he went on without hesitation.

Listening to his announcement, all the candidates have different faces and reactions. Some are calm, some are silently sneered, some have reluctant smiles, and some are ashamed, but those who are carefully selected have already discovered this valley. There are eight directions in the area marked with sword marks.

“Huang Pulian, to Xie Rou.”

As expected by these selections, after reading the eighth group of the opponents, the Minshan Jianzong practitioner, who seemed to have little expression on his face, paused, and then casually pointed towards the eight-sided field. Pointing, indicating that the opponents whose names he read out can now enter the arena.

After following the gestures of the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator, he looked towards the venues that were about to fall into the darkness, and almost all the eyes of the selected students fell on Xie Rou.

the reason is simple.

Although what everyone wants to see most is Ding Ning’s battle, Xie Rou is the only practitioner standing beside Ding Ning on the other side of the simple hut among the first sixteen people who started the sword test. .

The eyes of Xu Lianhua and others were very solemn.

Huang Pulian was ranked seventeenth on the talent list, but Xie Rou hadn’t practiced in Changling originally, and she didn’t have any ranking on the talent list at all.

In the eyes of most candidates, she, like Xie Changsheng, should rely on the financial resources of the Xie family to obtain the qualifications to participate in the Minshan Sword Club through some disgraceful means.

Xie Rou also never expected that she happened to be the first practitioner here to fight. At this time, under everyone’s gaze, she couldn’t help but become nervous, and her right hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

The black long sword in her hand also continued to tremble.

Looking at the black sword in her hand, which was indistinguishable from Daqin’s ordinary standard long sword, most of the selected students felt that she had no chance of winning.

However, no one noticed that not far behind Huang Pulian, a cultivator teacher wearing the same robe as Huang Pulian’s face changed suddenly. Of course he could not have expected Huang Pulian to meet Xie Rou, but He thought of some pictures in the sea of thorns.

He opened his mouth and couldn’t help but want to speak out.

However, at this moment, a practitioner of the Minshan Sword Sect appeared in front of him.

The Minshan Sword Sect cultivator came from the side, with his back facing him at this time, but the cultivator who wanted to remind Huang Pulian suddenly realized something and closed his mouth pale.

The sword test has already begun. According to the rules Jing Liuli said, he can no longer say any reminders now.

Xie Rou took a deep breath and prepared to go on stage.

Ding Ning looked calm, looked at her and nodded.

With just such a simple action, Xie Rou suddenly gained a lot of confidence.

Her hand holding the sword no longer trembled.

…

Huang Pulian has also moved forward, heading towards the field marked by a sword mark. He is tall, his face is solemn, and his eyes are calmly looking forward, giving people the taste of a military general.

The Tieping Sword Academy he practiced likes to send students to the battlefield to practice. According to some definite news, Huang Pulian and some students from the Tieping Sword Academy even participated in the Lushan League on the eve of the Daqin Army’s recovery of Yangshan County. Some fights.

Compared to Xie Rou, he was very confident from the beginning.

So he didn’t even look back at his master, nor did he notice that a practitioner of the Minshan Sword Sect was specifically blocking his master.

He also has the demeanor of a Changling practitioner who is observing a ceremony. Instead of walking to the site closest to him, he walked to the site closest to Xie Rou.

“Please.”

When Xie Rou walked to the opposite side of him and stopped, he drew his sword and crossed his chest and nodded in salute.

At this time, most of the other opponents were also in place, but because this battle had a special meaning, most people outside the field focused on him and Xie Rou.

The sky was getting dark, and anyone in the Minshan Sword Sect didn’t seem to have the intention of lighting up a fire. However, when Huang Pu drew his sword and crossed his chest, the area of tens of meters in radius was lit up.

The long sword in Huang Pulian’s hand is golden, and the golden light is as dazzling as the substance, and the runes on the sword naturally form seven dazzling spots under the slight surge of his true essence.

This sword is the Seven Lights Sword.

The Sovereign Sword of Qi Yao Palace, a famous practice site in Korea in the past.

A good sword that fell in the Sword Valley of the Minshan Sword Sect and was selected by Huang Pulian in this sword meeting.

“Please.”

Xie Rou also crossed swords.

The black sword in her hand was even more bleak under the dazzling light of the opponent’s sword.

However, for some reason, Huang Pulian’s eyelids twitched unconsciously, and he felt an indescribable breath of danger.