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Out of their youth and innocence, they experienced a real battle for the first time on the battlefield, and finally knew the cruelty of war. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This may be the real intention of the dean.

Lin Ji and Ye Yang Shiyi supported each other together, covered in bruises, sweating like rain. Looking at the gradually thinning crowd in front of him, he couldn't take half a step easily.

Who is it? The sad song of the dawn sounded, rising in the excitement and heroism, and rising in the flying rainbow.

Under the picturesque sky, the sun shines thinly, sprinkling on the young man's face, outlining a picture of unyielding strength and perseverance.

"Can you still hold on?" Lin Ji's body collapsed on Ye Yang Shiyi's body, and the fight with Chen Guangli consumed all his strength, and at this time, he used his only remaining strength to open his eyes and look at these temporary enemies around him.

And Ye Yang Eleven is not much better, I don't know how many times he has been hit with a stick in the process of coming all the way, but with his super strong body, he still survived.

"Yes. Ye Yang Eleven, who was used to being a hanger, finally put away his usual appearance at this moment, revealing a firm expression.

"Let's go, then let's rush out. Ye Yang Shiyi's eyes became strangely serious, and Lin Ji, who was leaning on his shoulder, also struggled to stand up at this moment.

"Ah......" The sour arm has long been unable to lift, and at this moment it is like a long stick like a thousand catties. It was only with the first strip of cloth that the sticks were barely attached to the palms of the hands.

The two of them raised their heads to the sky and roared, taking a heavy step forward in place, the warm sunlight seemed to become cold in an instant, and the long stick waved a sharp cold, with the polar ice peak-like depression and slaughter to roll around.

The soldiers of the Royal Forest Army who stopped in front of him were overwhelmed by the momentum of this moment, and the cold spread all over their bodies, and they all subconsciously took a step back, and Ye Yang Eleven and Lin Ji advanced again.

The soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army looked at each other, but after all, they clenched the long sticks in their hands and did not retreat anymore, because they had no way to retreat.

"Since you insist on stopping us two brothers, then you're welcome. Ye Yang Eleven's long stick was against the Imperial Forest Army, and Lin Ji simply tore off a long strip of cloth from his body and tied Ye Yang Eleven tightly with himself.

"If you want to pass, let's go through it together. Lin Ji took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and patted Ye Yang Shiyi behind him, and said teasingly: "If I faint, you can't untie the cloth belt."

Ye Yang Shiyi smiled, as if he had heard the best joke in the world.

The cold light in the corner of Ye Yangshi's eyes rose again, and the long stick danced again, sweeping directly at the bottom of the few people in front of him, the speed was so fast that those soldiers didn't have time to react at all, and they fell to the ground one after another.

The two went one step further.

The soldier who fell to the ground picked up the long stick again out of nowhere, and smashed it into his lower abdomen when Ye Yang Eleven was caught off guard, and by the time Ye Yang Eleven reacted, it was too late.

With a muffled sound of "poof......", Ye Yang Shiyi really suffered from this stuffy stick, and his face, which was already as miserable as a blank piece of paper, actually floated a few traces of blood red like a return to the light, and a mouthful of bloody qi surged, but he was fiercely pressed down. He staggered backwards a few times. The legs lost the strength to support them.

The end is only a few steps away, but in the middle of these steps, it seems like going through all the hardships of the world.

Feeling that Ye Yang Eleven behind him seemed to have reached the limit of his body. Lin Ji took a long breath and tightened the cloth belt around his waist.

No sharp moves, no fancy martial arts. Lin Ji lifted the two long sticks, stretched out his arms, and walked towards the end step by step.

Everyone at the end of the battlefield stood up in unison, staring at this young man who was only one step away from the end of the battlefield but like a teenager across thousands of mountains and rivers, and invariably raised their hearts to their throats.

"Ah......h

When the stick came into contact with the cold armor, it erupted into a fierce crunch. This group of strong Royal Forest Army soldiers was actually pushed backwards by the bruised young man in front of them.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The surging blood in Lin Ji's chest finally couldn't be suppressed anymore, and it gushed out along the corners of his mouth. The ragged clothes in front of him were wet like ink, but he didn't stop.

"Ahem......" Lin Ji was like a sick old man, coughing deeply, but the huge power coming out of his arm made the Imperial Forest Army in front of him desperate, obviously covered in bruises, but it was irresistible, pushing the crowd out of a gap.

Then the whole person fell straight down towards the gap. The head just rushed over the edge of the yellow sand.

Lin Ji hated the smell of blood in his mouth, but he still couldn't stop coughing, and from time to time brought out a puff of misty blood, the blood foam came up against the wind but did not have Lin Ji's own huge strength, and after a while, it flew back to Lin Ji's face, Lin Ji grinned, like a devil who was about to jump out of the nine shadows.

"You've crushed me. A vague voice suddenly came from under Lin Ji's body, and Lin Ji remembered that Ye Yang Eleven was still under him.

After laboriously untying the strip of cloth tied between the two, he moved his body a few times, and finally revealed Ye Yang Shiyi's face that had been pressed and distorted.

"I said we can do it. "Just now, the two people who died and came alive were lying on the cold sand with their bodies lying on the cold sand and their heads lying on the still cold stone slabs, smiling happily like children.

Huo Zhun was still trapped in the middle of the battlefield at the moment, and he was hindered at the beginning when he chose to break through on the side, and the people around him fell one after another, and in the end only he was left.

Looking desperately at the unattainable end for him, Huo Zhun finally looked up to the sky and sighed and fell to the ground tiredly.

The dusk of Zhongjing City came as promised, and the five thousand royal forest troops on the battlefield of the academy were like the sea, and in this sea, there were occasionally a few waves rolling, but they were wiped out after an instant, until this was the battlefield and there was no sound of shouting and fighting. All that remained was wailing.

The old man standing on the stone fence looked at the young people lying motionless on the sand with a calm face, and shook his head secretly, until he saw the two tired but happy faces leaning on the stone wall on the edge of the sand field, and then smiled and nodded.

The queen mother looked at Lin Ji's figure, she was full of smiles at first, but then she gradually frowned, and no one knew what she was thinking.

The assessment is over.

More and more students who were injured or physically exhausted were carried out by the Royal Guards, most of whom had collapsed and fainted, and even the slightest good ones had lost the strength to speak.

Huo Zhun lay on the wooden board in frustration and didn't say a word.

Huo Boyi didn't care about Shang Shuyi's appearance, rushed down from the stone railing, and saw that his son was not seriously injured, but only collapsed and paralyzed, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle Cui, Brother Zhun is fine. Lin Ji's body leaning on the stone wall struggled to stand up, looked at the slightly clumsy back standing opposite him, and asked with concern.

Cui Boyi's body shook, and he didn't look back, but hung down his slightly raised head.

"The virtuous nephew is too careful, and the quasi-child is fine. "It's not as mean as it used to be, but it's a little old.

Lin Ji was laughing, but no one knew why he was laughing.

Huo Zhun looked at Lin Ji as if there was fire in his eyes, and a sense of shame that he had never felt before came to his face.

The process of turning hatred into jealousy is difficult, but sometimes it is simple.

Lin Ji stood at the end of the crowd, looking at Huo Zhun lying on the ground, and a sneer provoked at the corner of his mouth: "Your hard days haven't come yet, so don't be too anxious." ”

Chen Pingzhi raised Lin Ji and Ye Yang Eleven's hands high in the eyes of everyone, and said calmly: "The current disciple of the Heavenly Palace is born. ”

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