The setting sun was about to disappear into the distant horizon, and at this time the fire clouds in the sky were so red that they seemed to be really burning.
All the selected students, even some 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 beside him was darkening, she lowered her head, and saw her own shadow like a faint wing behind Ding Ning's shadow.
She felt more and more that she was not from Ding Ning's world, but at this moment, she felt that even if it could only be a small invisible wing behind Ding Ning, she would do her best.
"There are stages in everyone's life when they refuse to admit their fate and are not convinced."
The maid surnamed Rong walked out of the tent where she was resting, and walked past the middle-aged man in yellow robe standing respectfully. She stared at the burning cloud in the distance, and said coldly: "I just teach them that people must accept their fate."
"Mountains are inherently high or low, let alone people. Those naturally short mountains want to compete with high mountains. In addition to wasting effort, it will make themselves and others unhappy."
"Being exiled for a dog represents justice in the eyes of a child, but stupid in the eyes of an adult."
The middle-aged man in the yellow robe listened quietly to the words of the maid surnamed Rong, without any dissatisfaction or opposition in his eyes.
Because he felt that what the maid surnamed Rong said was the truth, he also had a stage of not accepting his fate, but now he is very accepting of his fate.
If a person accepts his fate, he will not be too unwilling, but the most difficult thing in life is to accept his fate.
Among the many officials who entered the valley, the deputy head of the Rites Department, Sikong, looked at Ding Ning and the others who stood up, and his eyes gradually lit up.
Tantai Guanjian silently appeared behind Jing Liuli.
"This final sword test should be the most exciting and intense of all the sword tests over the years." Looking at all the selected students standing silently on both sides of the shed, Tantai Guanjian shook his head, and said softly with some emotion.
Jing Liuli nodded, expressing her agreement with his opinion, but she didn't have the slightest pride, because the main reason was that the boy who was born in a back alley and a low-level cultivation place refused to accept his fate.
"Cheng Dong is here."
An abrupt cold drink sounded in the valley.
Xuansheng was shocked when he heard his name, and looked at the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner in the sapphire robe who spoke coldly.
"Sorry about that."
It wasn't until the voice of the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner rang out that the selected student and everyone around him fully realized that the final sword test had begun without any opening remarks.
"It's not fair!"
The moment he realized it, the first selected student 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 Dao Academy, and his latest ranking in the talent book is forty-one. There is not a small gap between the two in terms of cultivation, especially at this time Cheng Donglai has a serious penetrating wound on his left thigh, which not only makes it difficult to move, but also may cause heavy bleeding if he moves violently. minor injury.
"What's unfair?"
However, upon hearing Cheng Donglai's distracted yell, the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner who announced the match just glanced at him expressionlessly, and said slowly: "The match is just a random selection, there is a difference in cultivation, it's just a matter of daily practice, The injuries on the body are only left over from the previous level, don't you think that the sword will only have the last level of the sword test, and all the previous assessments are not counted?"
"If you think it's unfair, you can abstain on your own." After a pause, the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner added without emotion.
The selected student named Cheng Donglai's face was as white as snow, but after listening to these words, he couldn't say anything, and he didn't dare to say anything to refute.
The rest of the selected students could only keep silent.
This kind of matchup was just randomly selected by this Minshan Sword Sect practitioner, and there are naturally many points worthy of scrutiny and questioning, especially now that there are a total of forty-five students who have passed the previous test. One person will fight less and have a big advantage.
However, this is the Minshan Sword Sect's sword club, and this is the Minshan Sword Sect's rules, just like what this Minshan Sword Sect practitioner said, if it feels unfair, there is no other way but to quit.
"Sun Changzhi, to Zeng Kaitian."
"Nie Yan, to Mo Yu."
"..."
The Minshan Sword Sect practitioners who announced the match were not interested in watching the expressions of Cheng Donglai and the others, and just continued talking in a leisurely manner.
Listening to his announcement, all the selected students had different expressions and reactions. Some looked calm, some sneered silently, some piled up forced smiles, and some had ashen faces. Some careful students had already noticed the valley. There are eight directions in the field marked by sword marks.
"Huang Pulian, to Xie Rou."
As expected by these selected students, after reading the eighth group of opponents, the Minshan Sword Sect practitioner, who always seemed to have no expression on his face, paused, and then casually pointed towards the eight sides of the field. Pointing, indicating that the opponents whose names he pronounced can now enter the arena.
After following the gesture of this Minshan Sword Sect practitioner and looking towards the venues that were about to fall into darkness, almost all the selected students' eyes fell on Xie Rou.
the reason is simple.
Although what everyone wanted to see most was Ding Ning's battle, Xie Rou was the only one among the first sixteen people who started the sword test to stand beside Ding Ning, on the other side of the simple hut .
Xu Lianhua and the others looked solemnly.
Huang Pulian's ranking in the talent list is seventeen, and Xie Rou didn't practice in Changling, so she didn't have any ranking in the talent list.
In the eyes of most selected students, like Xie Changsheng, she should rely on Xie's family's financial resources and use some disgraceful means to obtain the qualification to participate in the Minshan Sword Club.
Xie Rou didn't expect that she happened to be the first cultivator here to fight. At this time, under the gaze of everyone, she couldn't help becoming nervous, and her right hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.
The black long sword in her hand trembled continuously.
Looking at the black sword in her hand, which has no difference in appearance from the ordinary Daqin long sword, most of the selected students feel that she has no chance of winning.
However, no one noticed that not far behind Huang Pulian, a master who was wearing the same robe as Huang Pulian's practiced face suddenly changed. Of course, he could not have expected that Huang Pulian would meet Xie Rou, but But he remembered some scenes in the sea of thorns.
He opened his mouth and couldn't help but want to make a sound.
However, at this moment, a practitioner of Minshan Sword Sect appeared in front of him.
The Minshan Sword Sect practitioner came from the side, with his back turned to him at this time, but the practitioner who wanted to remind Huang Pulian suddenly realized something, and closed his mouth with a pale face.
The sword test has already started, according to the rules Jing Liuli said, he can no longer say any reminder words now.
Xie Rou took a deep breath and prepared to go out.
Ding Ning looked at her calmly and nodded.
With such a simple action, Xie Rou suddenly gained a lot of confidence.
Her sword hand no longer trembled.
…
Huang Pulian has also moved forward, heading towards the field marked by a sword mark. He is tall, with a solemn face, and his eyes are calm and straight ahead, giving off the air of a general in the army.
The Tieping Sword Academy he practiced in itself likes to send students to the battlefield to practice. According to some definite news, Huang Pulian and some students of the Tieping Sword Academy even participated in the battle for the Daqin Army to recover Yangshan County on the eve of the Lushan League. some fighting.
Compared to Xie Rou, he was very confident from the beginning.
So he didn't even look back at his teacher, and he didn't notice that a practitioner of Minshan Sword Sect deliberately blocked his teacher.
He also had the demeanor of a Changling practitioner who kept his etiquette. Instead of walking to the field closest to him, he walked to the field closest to Xie Rou.
"please."
When Xie Rou came across him and stopped, he drew his sword across his chest and nodded in salute.
At this time, most of the other opposing sides were in position, but because this battle had a special meaning, most people's eyes outside the court were still focused on him and Xie Rou.
The sky was already getting dark, and no one in the Minshan Sword Sect seemed to have any intention of lighting a fire, but when Huang Pulian drew his sword across his chest, the venue with a radius of several tens of feet was lit up.
The long sword in Huang Pulian's hand was golden in color, and the golden light was as dazzling as its substance, and the runes on the sword naturally formed seven dazzling light spots under the slight surge of his true energy.
This sword is the Seven Luminaries Sword.
The suzerain sword of Qiyao Palace, a famous practice place in Korea in the past.
A good sword that fell into the Sword Valley of the Minshan Sword Sect and was selected by Huang Pulian in this sword meeting.
"please."
Xie Rou also crossed the sword.
The black sword in her hand was even more dim under the light of the other party's dazzling sword.
However, for some reason, Huang Pulian's eyelids twitched unconsciously, feeling an indescribably dangerous aura.