As the battle came to an end, the sword energy field of the two could not be used, so they could only wave the sword embryo with soft hands and feet to attack. Judging from their attitudes, perhaps one person would really have to die to completely end the battle.

Suddenly, a man appeared on the high platform of the martial arts field. The man looked quite terrifying. His whole face was scratched by a long scar. The scar passed through his right eye and nose. The scar was like a hideous centipede. It was hard to imagine how such a hideous scar was produced, what kind of terrible injuries, and how he survived the moment the scar was left on his face. But these associations became insignificant after knowing his identity. His name was Wushan and was one of the twelve deacons in the Law Enforcement Hall.

The head of the Law Enforcement Hall is the law enforcement elder, and the following are twelve deacons. The deacons are composed of personnel from the fifth-level sword family or above. The two most powerful deacons have reached the seventh-level sword family. You should know that the basic condition of the elders of the Aoxue Sword Sect is that their cultivation level is to reach the seventh-level sword family. After becoming an elder, it means that they can participate in the decision-making of the Aoxue Sword Sect. However, these two people did not choose to become elders, but stayed in the Law Enforcement Hall.

Wushan is one of these two deacons.

"Stop!"

As soon as Wushan's voice sounded, the disciple of the law enforcement church, who had originally discovered Wushan's appearance, stood up suddenly and blocked the two of them as fast as possible.

Wushan looked at the dying two people and winked at the law enforcement disciples beside him. The man understood and walked down and applied the plaster made of precious herbs on their wounds. Not a moment later, the worst wound on their bodies healed, leaving a red scar.

The two of them panted and looked at Wushan, wanting to know his answer.

Wushan looked at them coldly for a while, and then said lightly: "Outside the city, striving for is a must-have to maintain faith. If you don't know how to fight, people will sooner or later become trash that doesn't know what kind of life will be. You should all understand my words."

The savages are not likable, so why do people in the city feel so disgusted when they see savages? In fact, it is largely because a considerable majority of the savages are extreme. One is wild dogs. When they see caravans, passers-by will snatch them. They have no power, but they have a steady stream of new forces, using their lives to fill in the lack of combat power. Even if they can't snatch them in the end, it doesn't matter. The population has decreased, and there is food on the ground, which can nourish and live happily for a while.

The second is breed, horse. For this type of people, lust is their only comfort in life, and they are paranoid that a man must have a large number of children, and children are hope for the future. As long as any child succeeds, their entire family will be changed. Half of the people in the city go from outside the city to inside the city through this channel.

The third is that it accounts for the vast majority, which is also the common situation of savages. This type of person is called zombies. Outside the city, the battle is far more serious than imagined. Wild dogs rob people of people in the city, and horses rob people of savages. Specifically, it refers to women. How to ensure that they have more offspring than others and have greater hope than others is to grab more women and spread their own seeds everywhere. There are more women in one side, which will cause changes in proportion, especially in the case of serious preference for boys over girls in the wild, most women cannot survive, and the proportion of men and women is largely different.

The situation caused by both is that more than 70% of savages cannot find a partner, their superficial desires cannot be met, and their deeper children have no hope. There is no hope for progress, no hope, but life continues... Therefore, the zombies are born out of complete despair about life and living in the blockade world.

In the wild, belief is very important. Without belief, there will be nothing left. However, this belief depends on struggle, striving for a better life, striving for a better life, striving for... change.

"But in addition to fighting, there is another thing we must have. That is, we know how to advance and retreat. Like you, you do not care about your life and death and put your hope above your life. What if you really win? Can you recover when you rest for ten minutes in your current state? Can you continue to fight? Can you win the first place?"

Wushan himself is also a savage, so he can understand them, but because of his understanding, they must realize something.

"You both lost in this game, let's go all out."

"No!!"

One of them stood up desperately and wanted to protest. He could not just seize their hopes. The winner was not decided and everything was not settled.

If he didn't try, who would know the final result, he was unwilling to accept that he would be taken away by his chance so ignorantly. Even if they were covered in wounds after this victory, the possibility of victory in the next battle was minimal, but as long as there was one percent chance, they would fight for it. In order to change his destiny, in order to change his destiny, only one ten thousand may survive from outside the city to the continuous snow-capped mountains to the Sword Sect.

Wushan knew what they thought, and he was the same at the beginning. The big scar on his face was left behind because of his mistakes. That time he was only a line of distance from death. This was the first time he was so close to death after becoming a disciple of the Sword Sect. He had already forgotten the fear of death.

Not knowing how to advance and retreat is a common problem for savages. Because of this, every time they encounter any task, they will rush to the forefront and bet on their own lives in order to win the greatest reward. However, the final result is that these savages who only know how to fight have become stepping stones for others.

Wushan looked at him coldly, and his eyes said everything. The man could only kneel down on the ground in despair, perhaps he had already developed hatred for Wushan in his heart.

The game continues. Except for these two savages, everyone knows how to stop fighting. Perhaps this opportunity is really important, but if you want to lose your life, then forget it. Most people are smart people, but they are too smart and know how to retreat, and have no blood.

The Sword Sect threw out their interests to a large extent and mobilized their enthusiasm, but this enthusiasm could not be transformed into blood. Most of them, after the initial excitement, became soft after being injured, and were ineffective, which was quite embarrassing.

The main reason is that these third-level swordsmen have basically never left the school, and it is still a bit dangerous to go down the mountain with their cultivation level. Most of the outer disciples go out to perform tasks after reaching the fifth level of cultivation. Therefore, most of their disciples have never experienced battles or seen blood.

But it's not all the same. There are a few people who performed well and have very good strength.

However, after one game, the first group ended, and the second group ended. The third group also came to an end, but until the last pair appeared, there was no way Fang Chang appeared. Others thought Fang Chang was the one in the second group bye, because everyone knew that the one in the first group bye, so there was only one possibility left.

However, the second round continued and he actually took a bye again.

In the third round, each group was just four, all with even numbers, and there was no possibility of bye. After a short break, the battle continued.

“No. 2, No. 40.”

It was finally here, and the 40th that had never appeared was finally coming.

Fang Chang stood up under the expectations of everyone and stretched.

However, Fang Changzai did not come on stage, but turned around and walked backwards.

"What is he doing? Escape at the last minute?"

"Maybe he's scared. The rest are all elites who have experienced many battles, and they are completely different from those soft-legged shrimps before. He is indeed fast in cultivation, but he probably can't do anything in combat."

The disciple of the law enforcement committee on the stage frowned slightly and said in dissatisfaction: "If you don't come up on the 40th, you will be abstained. I will say dozens of times, but if you haven't come up yet..."

Ning Xin, who was standing in the corner, suddenly raised her head, and a confident light flashed in her open eyes.

"arrive!!"

If he didn't speak, the law enforcement disciples didn't notice that there was someone standing there. His appearance surprised the others. Who is this person?

He is the lucky one who has been bye in both rounds? Where is the longest person?

Ning Xin handed the green token to the law enforcement disciple, and the forty on it proved his identity.

"You? First-level swordsman... If you want to gain experience, they are not good friends. If you don't have any questions, you will give up immediately."

The law enforcement disciple kindly reminded that he did not want the death to appear at the martial arts competition, otherwise it would be his dereliction of duty.

Ning Xin picked up the sword embryo and took a deep breath.

"I'm ready!"

"Okay, then I'll say three, two, one will officially start, now, three, two, one..."

clang!!!

Ning Xin suddenly moved out at a very fast speed, and his opponent's sword energy field could not be fully opened with this blow.

The man barely blocked, but was knocked back several steps. "How could it be so fast?"

"Shanwei."

In the third move, Ning Xin first realized the heavy lifting of the sword. The sword energy field plus the skills and unexpected surprise, this blow actually repelled the man again.

Wushan's eyes, which had been slightly narrowed, opened, and looked at the battle that was going on below in surprise.

"It's just a small first-level swordsman, whose understanding of skills has reached this level, is really amazing."

Swordsmen's previous fighting methods mostly relied on skills, but after the swordsman had a more convenient and powerful force such as a sword energy field, most people changed their fighting methods to a sword energy field, studied this, and gave up further research on skills. This is quite normal. It is difficult to find the direction and method of research in skills. Many people are unwilling to give up. They spent several years on skills, but in the end they did not study anything, and were beaten by swordsmen of the same level.

The sword energy field is the king. Learning how to expand and contract the sword energy field freely in battle. Mastering the contraction and expansion is far more important than anything else.

After all, the man had a stronger cultivation than Ning Xin, and the power of the sword energy field was far stronger than Ning Xin, but Ning Xin's sword energy field was quite well controlled. When the opponent counterattacked, the sword energy field instantly expanded. After the opponent's sword energy field destroyed Ning Xin's sword energy field, the opponent did not have much power left. Ning Xin used the sword embryo as the guide and the mountain power was released again.

"The mountain is floating."

Faced with the enemy's counterattack, Ning Xin dodged with ease, and each sword was quite dangerous. With the explosion of the sword energy field, his skills seemed quite thin.

After all, the cultivation level is two levels different, and there is a huge gap in the power and duration of the sword energy field, which cannot be compensated by skills. It is not easy for Ning Xin to persevere until now.

But the magical thing is that whenever he thinks that Ning Xin reaches its limit, he can always persevere, which probably has exceeded the limit that his body can bear.

"What's going on? How did his body last until now?"

"It's a shackle, he is probably the kind of person who untie the fifth layer of shackles."

"Well, that's right, there's only one explanation, otherwise he, a first-level swordsman holding the original iron sword embryo, wouldn't have been able to hold on until now."

The audience below became completely restless. The power gap between the sword energy field of the sword embryo below the third level of the sword is not too big. The main comparison is the strength of the body and the time to persevere. Ning Xin skill and the sword energy field slightly make up for the gap between the power of the sword energy field, and his body is the key to determining victory or defeat.

Whoever can persevere to the end will win.

"How could you beat me! It's just a little first-level swordsman!!!"

The man completely exploded, and the third-level sword energy field was released to the limit that his body could carry, and even faintly exceeded the limit. The body was expanding, and his muscles were expanding, and his whole arm was red, and the blue veins seemed to explode in the next moment.

He had reached the limit of patience, and the eyes of the people around him were staring at him all the time, like a thorn on his back, as if the sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings penetrated into his head.

Just a new first-level swordsman...

Being forced to this point...

I haven't won until now...
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