"I'm going, I'm going, I'm going." Waves of exclamation sounds were accompanied by the sound of axes chopping in the field.
And on that green field, in that solid iron cage, No. 81 Xing Yan waved the huge ax in his hand and fought fiercely with Chen Lin, the king of soldiers from the Shonan Military Academy.
After nearly 7 minutes of testing, the two have now entered the stage of fighting with real swords and guns!
Strong! ferocious! irritable!
There seemed to be no word defense in Xing Yan's dictionary. His clothes that had been torn by the sword energy were covered in blood. As he moved, his bulging pectoralis major muscles were looming.
But compared to the blood-stained clothes, the star map blooming on Xing Yan's chest was even more eye-catching.
Jiang Xiao saw the dual-weapon star map for the first time!
Among the group of star warriors, most people have one star map, such as Han Jiangxue's white fireworks, or Xia Yan's two-handed giant sword.
The star map of Xingyan in the field is a huge animal-faced shield. In front of the rectangular shield is a long-handled ax placed diagonally.
27 star slots!
The animal-faced shield and ax with a bluish-gray color look very much like unearthed bronze cultural relics.
This combination of patterns is very distinctive. Although the animal face on the shield is a little blurry, it can be seen that it is very ferocious. The head is tilted, and the long handle of the ax is held in the big mouth. It is as fierce as Xing Yan's appearance.
Judging from his star chart, it's obvious that he doesn't know how to defend, he just gives up on defense.
Boom!
Xing Yan's body flew backwards, probably twenty meters away.
I saw Xing Yan flipping in the air and landing heavily. Two pits were made under his feet. He coughed loudly: "Ahem."
Blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth, but Xing Yan's eyes remained as hungry as a wolf, staring at his opponent.
Opposite, the soldier king Chen Lin, who was wearing a tattered camouflage uniform, held a sword in one hand, but the wounds on his body were much fewer than Xing Yan. He was not a reckless man, and would choose to defend when the time was right.
"Bah." Xing Yan spit blood to the side. The ax he had been holding with one hand suddenly clenched it with both hands. At the same time, he slashed downwards viciously!
A blue-black ax blade was thrown out in a diagonal arc at such a fast speed that it even tore up the turf under his feet and cut a trace of forward movement.
But no matter how fast the arc of the ax blade is, the distance of 20 meters is still enough for Chen Lin on the opposite side to dodge.
Obviously, Xing Yan also realized this. He did not stop moving. He held the giant ax in both hands and swung it repeatedly, throwing out the ax blade in arcs one after another.
Chen Lin moved left and right, but felt that the opponent's offensive was getting faster and faster. Xing Yan turned from a melee warrior into a long-range output turret!
The players who come to participate in the heads-up competition almost have no shortcomings!
"Ah!" As the giant ax struck down for the tenth time, Xing Yan suddenly shouted loudly, veins popped out on his face, black and blue light flashed in his eyes, and the sixteenth star slot in the star map suddenly lit up!
Under the tattered brim of his training hat, Chen Lin's expression changed drastically. Feeling the gusts of wind around him, he retreated quickly, but his body suddenly tilted, narrowly dodging a wind blade from behind.
I escaped the first one, the second one, and the third one.
In an instant, with Chen Lin as the center, a radius of twenty meters was covered with blue-black ax blade arcs!
Remote output! And it’s a range skill!
Chen Lin had no way to retreat, and his body suddenly stiffened, and his whole body turned into a golden color like the 18th Shaolin Bronze Man.
Ding!
The blue-black arc of the ax blade came from diagonally behind and struck Chen Lin's right shoulder, making a harsh sound of metal collision.
Ding. Ding. Ding.
One after another, the sudden appearance of ax blade arcs formed a truly ferocious ax blade storm!
In the area of the blue-black ax blade storm, Chen Lin remained motionless, as if his body was frozen, but the marks of the knife and ax on his body were getting deeper and deeper.
The next moment, everyone's eyes widened.
I saw that in the ax blade storm, Chen Lin's body was actually carried by the wind blade and flew up, flicking around in the blue and black storm. The scene was extremely spectacular for a moment! Extremely shocking!
This all-round, blind-angle ax blade storm lasted for at least 15 seconds.
finally!
With Chen Lin's scream, the golden color on his right leg faded, and his calf was quickly torn apart!
A single move affected his whole body. Under the pain of his torn and chopped calf, Chen Lin's golden light quickly faded away.
"Stop! Stop!" the referee's voice suddenly sounded.
"Hehe. Hehe." Xing Yan gasped for air, his face covered with sweat and blood. His right leg softened and he knelt half on the ground. The blue-black giant ax in his hand disappeared without a trace.
If Chen Lin can hold on a little longer, it seems like there will be another ending
But there are no ifs in this world. Several staff members had already taken the calf that had been cut into three parts and quickly ran to Chen Lin.
I don’t know if Chen Lin’s leg can be reattached. Jiang Xiao believes that the staff here should be very high-level medical star warriors. After all, these participating students are the pillars of the country. Even if one is injured, it will be huge. loss.
Xing Yan, the first top 16 player is born!
He seemed to be trying to stand up. His body was swaying and his legs were trembling. He took a step. His huge body was like pushing a mountain of gold or a jade pillar. He fell to the ground with a plop, dyeing the tender green turf red.
The first competition turned out to be so tragic!
This kind of scene and ending seems to make a perfect comment on the top 16 spots: Want to enter the top 16? Trade your life!
This is the belief a true national team member should have!
Zhao Wenlong slowly stood up and walked out of the auditorium.
The two sides and the number of battles were decided by the child's little hand. The match between Zhao Wenlong and another Xiangnan Soldier King was in the second game.
Even though everyone had just watched an extremely tragic game, they were even more enthusiastic about the upcoming game.
This is not only a competition between the Imperial Capital Xingwu and the Shonan Military Academy, but also a head-on confrontation between boxing and kicking masters!
When it comes to fists and kicks, I'm afraid none of the top 32 here are bad at it.
But there are only three out of 32 people who can be called "boxing masters".
Xing Aiyang from the Xiangnan Military Academy, Zhao Wenlong from the Imperial Star Military Academy, and Xie Yan from the Central Plains Military Academy.
"Aiyang! Come on! Aiyang! Come on!" Zhu Fengyu kept cheering Xing Aiyang. The tall Xing Aiyang took a deep breath and stepped onto the field.
17 minutes later, amid bursts of "Ada~Ada~" sounds, the referee announced the end of the game.
Zhao Wenlong raised his right fist high, and the once white fist belt was stained red with blood.
Hou Mingming grinned, as if he was disdainful, but also seemed to express that this should be the case.
In the second game, Zhao Wenlong won!
Jiang Xiao stood up suddenly, picked up the giant blade leaning on the seat next to him, and stepped down.
When entering the venue, he had a slight fist bump with Zhao Wenlong who was walking out of the venue.
Zhao Wenlong was panting, his voice was tight and heavy, and he was in a bad state: "Don't think she can only crawl around. She is very fast, so fast that you can't imagine."
Jiang Xiao passed by Zhao Wenlong and said in a serious voice: "I know."
Zhao Wenlong nodded. Among the small groups in the imperial capital Xingwu, the one he was most worried about was Jiang Xiao.
Although Jiang Xiao wins every time, his exaggerated style and unexpected moves always make people sweat.
The small hands of a six-year-old child created the current situation.
The two military kings stopped at the top 32, which is very disappointing. The failure of the traditional heroes seems to have given other students some opportunities, but China is full of talented people. If only 8 national players are selected nationwide, it is almost impossible to fish in troubled waters. man of.
Zhu Fengyu clenched his fists, shook his short hair that reached his ears vigorously, and muttered something, as if he was giving some psychological hints.
This is a relatively typical Beijing girl, lively, cheerful, and a little bit aggressive. Although she went to the Shonan Military Academy, her star skills have a very strong Jinmen and Yanzhao style.
There is no way, the shadow lineage in Jinmen City and Yanzhao Province is too strong, and the Minzhan from the surrounding provinces will come here to learn from them.
Zhu Fengyu is a typical shadow-type agility fighter. No matter how detailed it is, she can be regarded as a stabbing fighter rather than a fighting fighter.
"Du Miao, Du Miao! We must win!" Zhu Fengyu muttered softly as he opened the small door of the iron cage and ran into the green field.
If the traditional powerful players stop in the top 32 and no one is selected for the national team roster, then this will not only be a story, but also an accident.
Zhu Fengyu didn’t want to see the news the next day:
"The king of southwest China singled out the king of troops to kill the king of soldiers in southern Hunan."
"The Imperial Capital Xingwu double-killed the Shonan Military Academy."
Zhu Fengyu pressed down the brim of his training hat and looked at Jiang Xiao in the other half with his beautiful eyes.
The boy was holding a giant blade and looking at her with burning eyes.
Zhu Fengyu, who was crazy and fond of making trouble, was extremely focused at this time, and he didn't despise Jiang Xiao at all.
She had seen the trials of the Imperial Capital Xingwu, she had seen Jiang Xiao's outrageously superb sword skills, and she had also seen him chasing Fang Xiao all over the place.
Zhu Fengyu bowed his legs slightly, getting ready for battle.
I am not that useless Fang Xiao.
Is your knife really faster than my people
"Both players are ready!" the referee's voice came through the microphone, "the game begins!"
The moment the words fell, three faint shadows appeared on Zhu Fengyu's body.
At the same time, Zhu Fengyu's body was running at great speed, darting left and right. His movements were obviously to avoid blessings!
And with a wave of her white and tender little hand, a shadow blade flew quickly towards Jiang Xiao!
"Cough." Zhu Fengyu suddenly coughed, feeling light-headed and staggered suddenly, and the second and third shadow blades in his hands disappeared without a trace.
Apparently, this is the sound of silence!
Jiang Xiao held the blade in one hand and knocked away the shadow blade that was shooting rapidly.
The other hand reached out and aimed at the rapidly dodging stabbing.
Platinum silence,
This is my most polite way to start.
Platinum blessing
It might hurt your self-esteem.
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