In the corner of the high platform, sitting in the arsenal Lu Lao. Seeing Dongyue unsheathed, Lu Lao, who had been making a slight sound, opened his eyes slightly, and glanced at the arena from the corner of his eyes.
Song Zize held the sword in both hands, the tip of the sword pointed obliquely at the ground, and he rushed towards Qianye like a dragon walking like a tiger. After being bullied, Song Zize breathed out and stopped shouting, thousands of brilliance flashed on the long sword, and he swung forward like a storm.
With just one move, Song Zize showed his exquisite sword skills. Those brilliance are transformed by the original force, containing sharp sword intent, once hit by the real sword, there is no difference.
Song Zize has not yet crossed the threshold of a warrior, but he can release his original force and condense his physical form. Although he has the help of the fifth-level exquisite original force sword in his hand, it is also a manifestation of his strength.
Qianye's expression was calm, Dongyue raised his sword flat and swept across from left to right.
Such a plain sword is not a trick at all, it is just a basic sword style. However, where Dongyue's sword edge passed, the brilliance was wiped out!
Song Zize was terrified. This was the strongest form of the secret sword skills he relied on as the Great Wall: "Wan Jia Deng Huo", never thought that it would be completely broken by a basic sword skill. All the changes in the original force, and the sword intent, in front of Qianye, are like a mirage, completely illusory.
With a twist of Qianye's wrist, Dongyue was as light as a feather, turning a sweep into a slash, and the sword fell on Song Zize's head.
Song Zize's heart was trembling at this moment, he was a swordsman, and he knew that he would never be able to handle it just by looking at the sword's intent but it was so silent. But this sword is faster than thunder and lightning, and there is an invisible force leading him to charge towards the sword, how can he avoid it
He swung his sword with all his strength to block it, but he felt that he had hit a mountain. However, Qianye's sword's falling momentum was not affected at all, and the sword fell straight down.
"How could there be such a heavy sword?!" This was Song Zize's last thought.
Qianye shot Song Zize with his sword to the ground, smashing a human-shaped hole in the ground of the school ground. If Qianye hadn't flipped the edge of the sword at the last moment and used the blade flat instead, Song Zize would have been cut in half long ago. Even so, Song Zize broke more than a dozen bones all over his body. Not only did the martial arts exam end here, but the military strategy exam later on would also be affected.
The power of a sword goes so far.
Old Lu on the stage opened his eyes wide unconsciously, then smiled imperceptibly, nodded slightly, closed his eyes and fell asleep again. And when Qianye's last sword fell, even Mrs. An's eyelids lifted.
Many elders on the high platform looked very ugly. Song Zize was considered to be the most outstanding among the younger generation, but he was beaten so badly by an unknown guy. When this matter was told, even the Song Clan was ashamed.
After this round of battle, Gao Junyi lost, Song Zining easily won. Nine of the sixteen guest warriors were eliminated, and only seven won.
It can be seen from this that the overall combat power of the family's big lords is indeed extraordinary. Even though the eight most powerful individuals did not participate in the battle, they still had the upper hand in the battle against the guest warriors. The reason for this is not only the various powerful secret combat skills, but also the equipment of the disciples of the Song Dynasty is much better than that of the guest warriors.
Seeing this result, the elders of the Song Clan looked a little better. Immediately, an elder stroked his beard and said, "It's not bad to have such grades. It seems that these children are very hardworking!"
Another elder smiled and said: "With the ancestors watching, how dare they not work hard? But having said that, there are many talents among these children. It seems that there will be successors from the Song Clan, and the revival can be expected!"
Even Song Zhongnian, the current leader of the Song Clan, Duke of Wei, slightly nodded. Mrs. An Guogong didn't even lift her eyelids.
And a thin elder next to him suddenly sneered, and said, "Can Zhongxing be expected? Hehe, don't give the title of number one in martial arts to outsiders in the end, that would be interesting!"
All the elders changed their colors one after another, "How is it possible? We still have Zicheng and Zi'an sitting in charge!"
That skinny elder was called Song Zhongxing, he always spoke directly, didn't know how to turn around, and didn't leave any room for it, so he had a bad relationship with most of the elders. But he is the real younger brother of the lord, and one of the few masters of the Song Clan today, and everyone has nothing to do with him.
Hearing what the elders said, Song Zhongxing sneered again, and said: "Zicheng and the others are all warriors, and of course they can hold the situation against the previous group of warriors. If I, the Song Clan, are really confident, why not relax the ranks of guest warriors To the generals? To suppress the small with the big, is this the skill?"
The elders were a little embarrassed, and no one answered his words.
They do have a little thoughtfulness when it comes to making the rules. But don't forget that this is the ancestor's centenary birthday, and the picture is auspicious and festive. Taking advantage of the rules, there is nothing wrong with letting the children of the Song Dynasty win the championship, as long as the purpose of the school examination is achieved. It's good to know this kind of thing in your heart, so how can you say it
However, Song Zhongxing was still relentless, and said with a sneer: "Even if the sons of the Song family win the championship, so what? Among the few people you recognize in the third generation, which one can be compared with the other three clans? Zhao Jundu doesn't have to Having said that, I heard that the Bai family recently received a photo of Bai Kong, who entered the battlefield at a young age, and achieved the record of beheading a general at the seventh level. Although it seems to be a coincidence, it is still an amazing record. Zi Cheng Do they dare to take a picture with Bai Kong?"
The faces of the elders became even uglier. A person like Bai Kongzhao is a demon star who was born to kill, and against her, anything can happen. Even if Song Zicheng and others win, they may suffer irreparable damage. If you are careless by chance, you might lose your life.
An elder coughed dryly and said, "Zicheng and Zi'an are people of status, how can they be compared with a wild boy of unknown origin like Bai Kongzhao?"
Song Zhongxing was still about to speak, but Mrs. An Guogong finally opened her eyes, sighed, and said slowly, "What does your status mean when you are on the battlefield? But, Zhongxing, please don't say a few words."
In front of Mrs. An Guogong, Song Zhongxing was much more respectful, and said: "I just can't see that some people are planning behind their backs, back and forth for those points. What's the point of getting a leader like this? Get out of the Song Clan, What's the point of this score?"
The faces of several elders changed slightly. In order for their own children to be able to rise to the throne, they did not make small moves behind their backs, and even a little blood was inevitable. But Song Zhongxing actually spoke so directly and clearly in front of his ancestors! High-ranking and powerful, always talk about something decent.
The old ancestor lowered his eyelids again, and said lightly: "This is just the beginning, the leader, there is still a fight. Zhongxing, don't worry, just watch slowly. If you are not impatient like you, you will soon There has to be a breakthrough.”
Song Zhongxing responded and sat silently. Those elders who were satirized by him also sat upright, not looking sideways.
Next, the sixteen winners fought against each other again, and eight winners were to be determined.
Qianye's opponent this time is a son of the Song clan who is nearly thirty years old. He entered the ninth level three years ago. Ability threatens the top three potentials.
This person didn't bring a force gun at all, but only a heavy halberd, which should weigh several hundred kilograms just by its appearance. With dignified steps, he walked into the arena slowly, and shouted to Qianye: "I think you are also a cheerful person, so don't be verbose, first fight a few heavy ones, and then talk about other things!"
Some Song disciples looked at Qianye with a sneer on their faces. They knew this cousin very well, and knew that his scheming did not match his rough appearance. Fighting against strength is what he is best at, and using heavy halberds against long swords is even more advantageous.
Song Zining looked at the martial field, covered his mouth and yawned, covering the unknown smile on his lips.
On the high platform, Lu Lao simply started snoring.
Qianye glanced at his opponent, nodded, and said, "Okay."
The man swung his halberd, and said: "I don't want to take advantage of you, I will let you do three tricks first!"
Qianye smiled, and didn't mean to refuse politely at all. He held the sword in both hands, and Dongyue raised it high. Dongyue, which was half as long as an ordinary saber, looked imposing when held high above his head, but compared with the opponent's heavy halberd, he looked slender and weak.
Qianye exhaled lightly, and Dongyue's sword began to tremble slowly. On the arena, there gradually sounded a whistling sound like a dragon's chant.
The man's expression suddenly changed.
Dongyue slashed down with his sword, the speed was not fast, but it was like a mountain peak, slowly falling down. When the sword edge moved, there was a burst of thunder, which shook people's hearts.
The man let out a strange cry, held the heavy halberd horizontally, tried his best to block it, and finally blocked the heavy slash at the critical moment. When the swords and halberds intersected, there was no sound, but the entire arena shook violently.
The body of the heavy halberd suddenly bent, and the force arrays on it exploded one after another. The edge of Dongyue's sword stopped on top of his head, less than a palm away.
Then, as if time had slowed down, all the movements of that person stopped, and they were in a stalemate with Qianye for a moment, and then the force defense of the whole body was suddenly shattered, and the body flew backward like a cannonball, and fell to the side. on the boundaries of the field.
The onlookers who originally planned to watch a good show were all silent, and many of them opened their mouths with shock. Such opponents were all blown away with one blow. How heavy is Qianye's sword
Next, Song Zining entered the field and easily defeated his opponent again. Now, more than half of the elders focused their attention on him.
Song Zining has only been in the heir line for two years. Although the reason is that the "Three Thousand Floating Leaves Art" has a small success, it is not an offensive secret method, and he is young. He was only level seven when he participated in Tianxuan Spring Hunting half a year ago. This time for the big exam, he was promoted to two ranks in a row. In private, some people criticized him for his eagerness for quick success and quick gains, and his unstable foundation, but unexpectedly he showed such fighting strength.
After this round of fighting, the eight winners in the end will have a half-day rest, and in the afternoon, they will fight against the top eight Song Clan disciples to determine the top eight of the entire martial arts test.
Qianye's several battles were pushed through like a crushing one, without any effort at all, and there was no need to rest. But other people were not as relaxed as he was. The four-hour gap was not only for rest, but also for healing.
So far in the martial arts exam, no one has been killed, but the contests between guest warriors have not seen bloodshed. Among them, Du Dahai was the one who was injured the most in Qianye's first match. It is said that he has not woken up yet.
However, as the competition reached the later stage, the smell of gunpowder on the school field became stronger and stronger. Before the two Song Clan disciples faced off against each other, there was obviously an old grudge between the two sides. The fight was a life-and-death struggle, and it ended in a serious injury and a coma. If the elders hadn't stopped it in time, I'm afraid it would have been the first time someone died.
Up to now, there are only three guest warriors left, all of them are powerful, and they seem to have the means to protect themselves even if they encounter generals, and Qianye is one of them.
Starting from the top sixteen, the rules of the battle have changed.
The eight contestants who fought all the way up will be evaluated by the elders collectively and arranged in order. They can choose the top eight Song Clan disciples in order as their opponents.
This rule is very beneficial to the fighters who have been killed in the knockout rounds, because the person who is rated as the most powerful can be selected first. Generally speaking, the weakest among them will always be selected. After this round of killing, the final eight will be determined. It is not so important who they meet first and who they meet later.
Mrs. An Guogong was sitting on the stage, so naturally there couldn't be any obvious tricks in the assessment of combat power. Qianye has the lowest level, but he is the one who has been defeated every time. He is rated as the number one in combat power without hesitation, and can be the first to appear on the stage to choose his opponent. This result was already expected by everyone.
Before walking side by side into the arena, Song Zining asked, "Have you chosen your opponent?"
"That's right."
"Don't get beaten too badly."
"That's exactly what I want to tell you."
"No, I'll pick the weak ones." Song Zining shrugged. He had already realized what Qianye would do, but after thinking about it, he didn't stop him.
From now on, the elder of Luezhen will be changed to Song Tu, the elder of Zhige Hall of the Song Clan. Song Tu's name can be seen as a collateral branch. He is in his prime, tall and strong, with thick hands and thick feet, but his movements are as stable as mountains, and there is a flash of lightning when his eyes turn, which is obviously extremely powerful.
Song Tu pointed at Qianye and said in a deep voice, "An Renyi, choose your opponent for the next battle!"
Qianye took a step forward and slowly raised his hand.
Following his movements, the faces of the eight Song clan heirs obviously changed, especially Song Xinran, the only Miss from the Song family who was ranked eighth. If there is no accident, Qianye will definitely choose her as his opponent, so that he can steadily enter the quarterfinals.
The other few Song Clan disciples who ranked lower were just trying to stay calm. The strength Qianye showed in the knockout round can already sweep any opponent under the generals. No one of them can win against Qianye. .
Qianye raised his hand slowly, and at the fingertips was Song Zian, who was probably the most powerful in battle.
There was an uproar in the hall!