People began to worry about Ding Hao.
Ding Hao, however, allowed his blood to flow and splash without any intention of retreating.
Tossing and turning, the rusty sword was like electricity, [Chasing Lightning Zhonggong Sword] was activated to the extreme, and in an instant, six swords were returned.
The sword shadow was like lightning, and it finally succeeded in leaving a shallow blood mark on the crazy Liang Feixue's arm.
At the same time, Ding Hao's upper arm was covered in blood again, and a mark was opened by his opponent's sharp claw.
Exchanging injury for injury.
Ding Hao already had two injuries on his body, but he was not afraid and laughed with full fighting spirit.
He did not use the [Sword Style of Thanking Guests Behind Closed Doors].
He did not want to develop his dependence on this unsolvable defensive sword style. In such a competition between fellow disciples, it was not a matter of life and death, so Ding Hao needed to use the most intense battles to accumulate his actual combat experience and make up for it. own shortcomings.
Liang Feixue, who transformed into a wild beast, was driven by the mysterious power and reached the level of four-aperture martial arts disciple, which was several times higher than the average level of registered disciples and far beyond Ding Hao.
However, his reason and judgment were also disturbed by this mysterious power, leaving him with only the instinct to fight, so Ding Hao could still struggle with it for a while.
Whoosh! !
Ding ding ding! !
Boom boom boom! !
The sound of rusty swords whistling through the void, the sounds of sharp claws and sword blades clashing, the sounds of fists punching into flesh... all kinds of heart-stopping sounds came out from the center of the arena in succession, like a stormy symphony. .
Accompanying this rapid symphony were splashes of blood.
Ding Hao was constantly hit by his opponents, leaving blood marks on his body, and was even hit to the point of retreating.
But every time, he would rush out immediately. The rusty sword in his hand, combined with the terrible cold air, would always leave a little mark on Liang Feixue's body, and then he would be willing to do so.
crazy!
Hard fight!
Total madness!
Endless struggle!
With his strength obviously inferior to that of his opponent, Ding Hao seemed to have fallen into madness. The wounds on his body increased one after another, but they were all frozen by the cold wind and snow. Like a never-tiring warrior, he charged regardless of his own safety.
The surrounding shouts and cheers have long since disappeared.
Everyone looked at this tragic match on the ring with dumbfounded eyes.
Since the start of the Five Academy Competition, there is something that moves people in every game that Ding Hao participates in. In this game, Ding Hao showed something called fighting spirit and unyielding.
The splashing blood flowers were like burning flames.
Under such an intense battle, even Liang Feixue, who was completely dominated by the mysterious power and lost her mind, gradually felt tired and exhausted, and began to pant heavily in her chest.
boom!
Fei was hit in the chest by a claw, and blood spurted out from his mouth.
However, the moment he flew out, his rusty sword almost cut off one of Liang Feixue's fingers.
The fighting is temporarily suspended.
The blood in Liang Feixue's eyes was still there, but there seemed to be a little more doubt, and her body could feel the loss of her own strength. This was a strange situation that she could never feel every time she was in this state before.
He had more than twenty wounds, large and small, all over his body, but the muscles were as tight as steel and locked the blood vessels, so no blood came out.
Opposite him, Ding Hao's slender body stood on the ring like a javelin.
But compared to Liang Feixue, his situation was even worse. His green shirt was completely torn, and there were wounds of all sizes all over his body, all leaking blood. However, he sealed the wounds with ice and snow cold air to prevent excessive blood loss. Losing combat effectiveness, from a distance, it looks like it is covered with a layer of silver-red armor.
At this time, everyone realized that there were so many wounds on Ding Hao's body, and they couldn't help but let out uncontrollable exclamations.
"Oh my god, I'm afraid there are more than a hundred wounds..."
"The wound on the right waist almost tore the internal organs! It's terrible!"
"It's already like this, do you still want to fight?"
"If we continue to fight, people will die!"
"Why didn't the magistrate stop this competition? It's too bloody and barbaric. This is a competition, not a gladiatorial fight!"
"Why, senior brother Ding Hao, why didn't he use that sword technique? Liang Feixue must not be able to break through that sword technique, so he wouldn't have to suffer such serious injuries!"
Some of the female disciples who admired Ding Hao had tears in their eyes and couldn't bear to see this popular lover in such miserable condition. Some even shouted Ding Hao's name and advised him to give up.
"I'm here to fight, not to perform. How can you fight without seeing blood? If you don't experience the storm, how can you see the rainbow? If you want to become a strong man, you must experience the baptism of blood and fire. If you ask the disciples of the Sword Sect, how can you see the rainbow? You should be afraid of getting hurt!”
The resounding words seemed to be answering the questions of the disciples in the audience.
When he decided not to use the [Closed Door Thank You Sword Style], he had already expected such a difficult situation.
But he has no regrets!
Even if I get knocked off the ring, I have no regrets!
Be sure to win beautifully!
Li Muyun's pride also stung Ding Hao's pride.
Ding Hao's black hair was flying, he was unparalleled in heroism, he laughed loudly, tore off the broken green shirt that was stuck to his body with his backhand, and fucked his upper body.
The strong, streamlined muscles reveal unparalleled visual momentum and sculptural beauty in the last rays of the setting sun, and the large and small scars dripping with blood only add to this visual shock.
…
The male disciples looked at Ding Hao blankly.
The moment Ding Hao spoke and tore off his clothes, something hit their chests hard, igniting their blood.
Yes, we come to Ask Sword Sect to become strong men, not to play!
If you want to become a strong man, you must experience the baptism of blood and fire!
How can you see a rainbow without experiencing a storm
These words are what everyone has said countless times before joining the sect, after joining the sect, and even in the past few days. But at this moment, Ding Hao, who is covered in scars and unable to fight to the death, has said these words to himself countless times. It came out of his mouth, but it completely shocked them and made them start to re-examine themselves!
These registered disciples, who had been well protected by their respective families before, had never experienced such a cruel side, nor did they realize that after entering the Wenjian Sect, they would also face an even more cruel elimination and selection mechanism.
Today's scene was their first lesson.
In the crowd, Li Lan stared blankly at the slender, muscular and bleeding body.
Thinking about what Ding Hao said at the beginning of the battle, "You have your own pride, I have my reasons, and defeating Senior Brother Li Lan is just a fluke for you." This ambitious and yīn-yin young man's eyes flashed deep in his eyes. A trace of color that had never been seen before passed by in a flash.
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Thanks to my old friend Goose Tou Hong for supporting me.