Although Lin Suixin's arrangement was really random, judging from the whole process of his arrangement, including the words he said when faced with the doubts of the selected students, most of the teachers in the practice places still found the rules, or strict rules .
Before the start of the Minshan Sword Club, the Minshan Sword Sect obviously conducted a detailed investigation of each candidate, not only limited to talent and cultivation, but also past conduct.
In the previous rounds, Lin Suixin already had a comprehensive evaluation of the performance of all the selected students.
Selected students with weaker talent and cultivation, and some problems with their past conduct, will often be arranged one or two more duels in this final sword test.
This seemed unfair, but it was the last chance Minshan Sword would give them.
As long as he can still win after one or two more battles and enter the top ten, he will still have the opportunity to enter the Minshan Sword Sect to practice.
After all, the Minshan Sword Club is not a contest to win fame, but the Minshan Sword Sect is selecting its own disciples.
According to the rules shown by Lin Suixin, or the strict rules, now most of the teachers in the practice places have seen that apart from Ding Ning, Zhang Yi, Yi Xin and others who have already entered the top ten, Ye Haoran, Gu Xichun and others, Instead, the final competition should be between He Zhaoxi and another selected student, Lu Qige from Chaolu Sword Academy.
At this time, although He Zhaoxi was exhausted, and his physical strength and true energy were also extremely depleted, Lu Qige's situation was even more difficult. His left arm has been broken, and there are no less than ten wounds on his body, and he has become extremely weak due to a large amount of blood loss.
In everyone's eyes, the winner of this last match should naturally be He Zhaoxi.
Just counting He Zhaoxi, there was still one candidate missing from the final top ten.
Could it be that Lu Qige's tenacity has also been affirmed by Lin Suixin, so he and He Zhaoxi won't need to fight anymore, and they will directly rank in the final top ten
However, at this moment, Lin Suixin had already let the masters of these practice places know that this assumption was not valid.
Because at this time Lin Suixin had already spoken to He Zhaoxi who turned and walked back.
"You don't have to go back, because you still have one last game to play."
He said this to He Zhaoxi who was drenched in sweat without emotion, and then continued without a pause: "He Zhaoxi, sing to the deer."
"Be careful."
At the same time that He Zhaoxi's footsteps stopped, Zhang Yi called out to He Zhaoxi softly.
Baiyang Cave belongs to Qingteng Sword Academy. Zhang Yi, Ding Ning, He Zhaoxi, and Nangong Caishu can all be regarded as the same sect, and they fought side by side from the beginning to the end. In the eyes of others, Zhang Yi's words of encouragement and reminder are nothing, but For Zhang Yi, who is usually low-key and humble, it is already very unusual to speak out in such a public place.
Zhang Yi was very excited and joyful at this time.
Because he knew that if Xue Wangxu was still alive, seeing that he, Ding Ning and He Chaoxi could all enter the top ten, he would be very happy and feel very good.
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He Zhaoxi nodded, turned around slowly, breathed as much as possible, turned and walked towards the place where the battle had just been fought.
On the other side, a boy in purple shirt with his left hand firmly fixed on his body with a bandage, his hair drenched in cold sweat, was also staggering towards He Zhaoxi.
This Chaolujian academy talent named Lu Qige seems to have to pay a heavy price for every step he takes. Looking at his walking posture, many people can't help feeling that he doesn't seem to be walking on solid flat ground. Instead, walk on a bed of nails every step of the way.
The outcome seemed to be determined only from his posture, but at this moment, a change that shocked everyone occurred.
A cold breath was generated around his body, and then quickly released into the surrounding world.
The reason why it is called emptiness and coldness is because at the same time that this cold breath is felt, the inside of the young man's body seems to be extremely empty, so that most of the real coldness shrinks into his body instead.
For all practitioners in the field, this strange feeling is like a piece of ice planted in front of them in summer. Everyone feels the ice is cold, and feels that the ice is exuding coldness, but they can't feel the real coldness. , all the cold air shrinks towards the inside of the ice instead.
A clear sound of inhalation sounded from the group of onlookers.
With the generation of this cold breath, Lu Qige's long black hair drenched in cold sweat began to slowly flutter back, completely revealing his pale face without a trace of blood.
Immediately afterwards, his cheeks were slightly sunken, as if he had lost weight rapidly.
There was a hissing sound in the air around him, and many strands of invisible heaven and earth vitality poured in from all directions and poured into his body.
Like a dry pond being filled instantly, Lu Qige's body began to feel full.
His pale face began to cast a layer of livid luster, but the sunken cheeks returned to their original state.
All felt as if weakness had left his body.
He is getting stronger.
"how so?"
"What kind of exercise is this?"
Zhang Yi, who had just boldly reminded He Zhaoxi, turned her head to look at Ding Ning in shock, and couldn't help making noises.
Everyone in the arena was shocked.
Even Ding Ning frowned deeply, his expression very solemn.
He knew what kind of exercise it was, but he only knew about this kind of exercise before, and had never seen it with his own eyes.
This technique is very mysterious and very useful.
So at this time, he was more focused than ever on perceiving all the changes in the vitality of the surrounding world, including all the changes in Lu Qige's body, and he didn't even notice Zhang Yi's question at this time.
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The cold breath began to disappear from Lu Qige's body.
The moment he completely disappeared, his body began to emit real cold, and white flakes of cold mist visible to the naked eye formed around his body and splashed outward, like icy waves Splash.
There is also a trace of red vitality, like blood lines.
"No wonder you have to persevere."
Jing Liuli squinted her eyes slightly as she looked at such a strange appearance, and said coldly, "This sword meeting is really not easy, even skills such as the blood demon skill will appear."
"Blood Fiend Demon Art!"
After she uttered a few breaths, the teacher at the practice place let out an exclamation.
"It turned out to be the blood fiend magic art!"
This exclamation immediately caused a wave of shock.
"What kind of exercise is this?"
Amidst the exclamation, Zhang Yi, who did not get an answer from Ding Ning, turned to Dugu Bai and the others as if asking for help. At this time, his worries about He Zhaoxi had long since surpassed seeking knowledge itself.
"An evil technique from the previous dynasty."
Dugu Bai took a deep breath, looked at him and said solemnly, "In the case of a lot of blood loss, you can use your empty blood as a rune to guide the vitality of the world. Overcast and cold, even if you can increase your combat power for a short time, it will not be conducive to your future practice."
Zhang Yi is smarter than most people think, even if Dugu Bai said so, he still understands the power of this technique.
Even though this kind of kung fu can be considered as an evil kung fu that temporarily stimulates vitality, it can at least allow practitioners to improve their combat power in a short period of time after bleeding a lot on the battlefield, and even become stronger than before the injury. for strong.
In some battlefields where life and death are strangled, the most important issue that practitioners consider is survival, not the issue of future practice.
"Everyone felt that my blood was about to run dry, and that I was sure to lose."
At this moment, Lu Qige who walked across from He Zhaoxi stopped, looked up at He Zhaoxi and said, "It's just that I don't want to lose."
His tone was also calm, but everyone could feel his determination.
He Zhaoxi usually spoke very little, but when he heard Lu Qige's words, he raised his head slightly and said, "I don't want to either."
"Can you still win?"
Lu Qige looked at He Zhaoxi and the big sword he was carrying mockingly, and sneered.
He is usually not a particularly arrogant person, but at this time, the opponent's situation and his own strength have naturally changed him.
At the same time as he sneered, he trampled on the ground with one foot, stretched out his sword and smashed it towards He Zhaoxi.
He didn't even salute with a horizontal sword.
But no one cares about such details at this time.
What he held in his hand was a red copper-colored long sword. At this time, it contained the power he had exchanged for at a great price. Just such a simple sword gesture burst out with extremely arrogant power, giving people the feeling of It was a mountain peak that fell from the sky and pressed down on He Zhaoxi.
And He Zhaoxi is like a small tree that can only be crushed into powder.
There was a bang.
He Zhaoxi's sword was already in his hand, but his body bounced back in an instant.
The figure of Lu Qige appeared at the place where he was standing.
He Zhaoxi's body was covered with a puff of smoke, which fell only a few feet away from the edge of the sword marks on the field.
Strands of blood flowed down from between his palms and fingers along the hilt of the sword.
There was also a stream of blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, but his face was still calm and calm, and his gaze also fell on the extraordinarily generous long sword in his hand.
This cyan wide sword feels more like a horse-cutting sword.
When He Zhaoxi's eyes fell on the sword in his hand, Lu Qige suddenly felt something was wrong, and he immediately realized what was wrong.