Chapter 8: The Beginning of the Race Ratio
After refining the strangulation, Xiuyun did not continue to improve the strangulation, because the clan ratio was about to start, and the strangulation was used as a last resort, in order to retain his strength in front of others, the strangulation was regarded by him as a killer weapon. He chose a few first-level intermediate combat skills among the stone cards, because he didn't choose basic combat skills, there was obviously no rejection, and these combat skills were rushing, looking back and dodging, of course, strangulation will also be practiced, all just to prepare for leaving the village.
The clan came on schedule, and the two hundred machine spirits who survived the trials gathered together, and the patriarch said the rules on the presiding platform: "In our village, waste is not allowed to stay here, so we held a clan competition, and this clan competition is a knockout round, until there are only 50 left, all the victory conditions are - one side is killed, otherwise the battle will not stop, now start 200 into 100, the enemy is determined by the lottery!" After speaking, a foot lottery appeared in front of the participants, because there were 200 people, divided into two batches, and the first number was drawn against the other No. 1, and so on. Xiuyun drew No. 76, and it was still a long time before he arrived.
While watching the battle from the audience, Xue Yue suddenly asked: "Xiuyun, I've been with you for so long, why haven't you seen your parents yet?" Xiuyun sighed and said: "I don't know, I was in the village when I opened my eyes, no one took me in, the patriarch saw that I was talented, so he took me in, gave me my own house, taught me everything in life, and stopped caring about me when I was five years old, but then I was able to stand on my own, and then called me the hope of the village, but I don't know who my parents are." ”
As he was talking, the blood blade said coldly: "Look at that, that person is similar to you." Xiuyun turned his head to look at Quan, it was Lin Xi who was standing there, but his basic combat skill was only an ordinary Qingfeng Blade, if he had a lot of spiritual power, he would not be said to be as strong as himself by the Blood Blade, and he could only think from the battle.
At the beginning of the battle, I saw Lin Xi swing two knives as before, still two knives out, two green wind blades flew out, ordinary people think that Lin Xi's move is very common, but only Xiu Yun saw the difference, because the breath of blood was stained during the battle, and he did not deliberately clear it, Xiu Yun suddenly felt the breath of his own spirit, and suddenly, he knew the mystery in it: Lin Xi's Qingfeng Blade was not a one-time thing, but was cultivated with the soul, and it could be controlled freely. The battle continued, only to see that the Qingfeng blade was easily dodged, at this moment, Lin Xi rushed forward with the Qingfeng, and the opponent hurriedly defended, but at this time, the Qingfeng blade-like sweeping wind passed through the enemy's heart, and then flew back to the sword, bowed to the presiding platform, and walked off the stage, leaving a corpse.
Xiu Yun was dumbfounded, this was obviously more than a star and a half stronger than himself, at this time, the blood blade spoke again: Don't be afraid, I just went to observe your machine spirit, there is a characteristic called "Devouring", this characteristic can make your weapon spirit blood and combat skills enhance yourself when attacking others, if you have a wound on your body, you can recover yourself, if you kill others, you can also devour the soul, a good character! Xiu Yun was shocked, he actually has such a strong characteristic, he feels a little invincible.
"Next, No. 76!" Xiu Yun broke away from the joy and walked into the ring, opposite to him was a muscular, shiny head, he was an assistant?