"So," Liang Songhe stood above the void, with a gentle smile as always, "The melee begins!"

Chen Qingyao touched Jiang Ning's side, touched him lightly with his shoulder, and said with a wink: "Old Jiang, my sister's encore will be handed over to you." ”

Jiang Ning was noncommittal about this, just pouted and said, "You are a decoration for being a brother?"

Chen Qingyao had already thought of his words, and said with a cunning smile: "Those who can work harder, I have this strength to take care of myself in the chaotic war, maybe I have to take care of Qingluo and my aunt, hehe, Qingqing will be handed over to you!"

Without waiting for Jiang Ning to say anything more, Chen Qingyao returned to Qingluo's side in a flash.

"It's here!" Ji Shiyu said softly.

For a while, the wind surged, and the overwhelming sword qi and fist gang all beckoned to Jiang Ning and them.

Han Yong, who was silent, walked in front of everyone in one step, and the big sword burning with black karmic fire conjured up a huge black sword shadow, and wherever he passed, the fist gang and the sword qi disappeared without a trace.

Guan Ying, who was sitting alone at the back, now also has the cultivation of the seventh layer of the star pole, from Jiang Ning's attack behind them, Guan Ying just punched easily, and a huge ravine dozens of zhang long and seven or eight zhang wide appeared on the ground where the entire square was blessed by the formation, as for the more than a dozen Yuan Dan masters who were originally going to be shattered by this punch in the ravine, they had been rescued by Liang Songhe above their heads, appeared outside the square, and were immediately eliminated.

From the beginning of the trial to the present, every time I encounter a battle scene, most of them are Jiang Ning's shots, and those who know that this thin and beautiful woman is powerful, except for Jiang Ning and them, are only those who have seen her violently break through the level above the soil in the first level.

The poor girl was not idle, since she got the needle purple spirit in the Moon Country, she didn't use the pair of knives and the spirit weapon flying knife again.

Dozens of sharp purple wooden needles appeared out of thin air around her body, and the poor girl silently recited the word 'go', and the purple light flashed away, passing through the gap in the sword, and stabbed at the group closest to them at a tricky angle.

Although the needle purple thorn hurt very much on the person's body, no one cared too much about it, just drummed up the true yuan, waved the weapon to resist the important tricks and vital points, and ignored it.

The poor girl sneered, grasped the five fingers of her right hand, and said in a low voice: "Explosion!"

"Bang! bang!bang!" The sound of flesh and blood exploding was endless, and the dozen or so people who faced Jiang Ning and them in front of them were suddenly drenched in blood, and they directly lost the strength to fight again, if it weren't for Chen Qingping's deliberate control of the power of the needle purple explosion, those people would not just have their hands, but they would have lost their lives without arms and legs!

The poor girl turned around and glanced at Jiang Ning slightly provocatively, as if she wanted to say, 'Who needs your protection?'

Jiang Ning smiled, and didn't care, this needle of purple was specially selected by him for the poor girl by asking Shufeng, and naturally it would not be as simple as a sharp wooden thorn. This can burst at any time and cause damage to the enemy, coupled with Chen Qingping's tricky secret weapon technique, it is simply invincible.

Ji Shiyu is there, and the old god is standing in the center of the team and watching

play, there is no intention of making a move.

Qingluo and Ye Xuan protected him left and right, but they kept their guard and didn't make a move.

These are all laid out at the beginning of the season.

As for Zhu Ji and Chen Qingyao, who came back from this period of time, they also showed their own magical powers, one left and one right, followed by Han Yong, who was holding a big sword in both hands, and launched a charge against the enemy in front.

Zhu Zhu seemed to have a bit of the stupid dog's means, opened his mouth and sucked, and actually swallowed the oncoming dozen fists and sword gangs, and burped contentedly, and then the whole person seemed to turn into lightning, and his fat body shuttled back and forth in the crowd.

The more than ten people who were already injured by Chen Qingping were kicked out by him before they could escape.

All the attacks that came at him failed, and they didn't hurt him in the slightest.

When the poor girl saw this scene, she couldn't help but sigh: What a flexible fat man!

Ji Shiyu didn't have any arrangements for Jiang Ning, he just let him do what he wanted and decide whether to make a move or not.

Jiang Ning naturally would not sit idly by, after the triple assessment, many masters who were originally at the peak of the Yuan Dan had stepped into the Star Pole Realm in one step, although it had only been less than three months, but nearly a third of the remaining three hundred people had already come to the Star Pole Realm, which was not as rare as the initial assessment, so they fought more with less, and the pressure was actually very great.

Seven or eight glazed flowers flew out lightly, and the group of people who rushed over in front of them saw Jiang Ning's flowers as if they had seen ghosts, and they turned around and ran.

In the Land of the Moon, Xiang Tian, who has a frozen artistic conception, is not willing to be easily contaminated by Jiang Ning's ice flowers, if they touch it, they are afraid that they will be frozen in an instant, and then the blazing fire will burst out, and it will definitely be burned to ashes!

Of course, among them, there are also those who do not believe in evil, and a sword is slashed on the flower.

As he wished, the flower cup was split in two, but his sword was still frozen in it, and the frost spread all the way to his elbow, and then the man screamed, and was teleported out of the square by Liang Songhe, and half of his arm was directly gone.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the number of practitioners who were disabled under Jiang Ning and a few others, and then were sent out of the square, exceeded 100.

At this moment, everyone understood one thing, that is, if these nine people became serious, it would not be impossible to let the rest of the people in the square fail!

Before, a large group of people besieged Jiang Ning and the nine of them, but at this time, the nine of them were idle, and they stood in the same place and laughed.

Not for anything else, just because there was no one in the whole square to attack them, they turned to each other and began to attack each other.

In the case of equal strength, it is a waste of time to win, and only when you fight to the point of exhaustion, can you distinguish between high and low.

Jiang Ning took out a yellow gourd from his arms, which was not filled with yuan liquid, but rice wine.

Rolling Zhenyuan steamed the wine in the gourd a little, Jiang Ning raised his head and poured a few sips, the wine slid down his chin and from his neck, looking a little uneasy.

This level of combat is no longer very interesting now, and it is better to return to the small world and be used as a sandbag by kapok to have fun.

The poor girl snatched the gourd from Jiang Ning's hand and was about to drink it, but she smelled a smell of wine, frowned and handed it back to Jiang Ning, obviously taking the contents of the gourd as yuan liquid.

Jiang Ning smiled, and took out a yellow gourd from his arms and threw it to Chen Qingping.

The girl was not polite, pulled out the gourd stopper, and drank it with a clatter.

One of them drank wine, and the other drank Yuan liquid, and they just stood side by side, and neither of them spoke.

Chen Qingyao glanced at his sister's side, turned around and walked to his aunt, frowned and complained, "These two people are really tangled enough. Jiang Ning, this guy is still a swordsman, how can he be so unpleasant in doing things?"

"In the world, if you can really cut a sword, why do you have so many cuts, and the reason is still messy?" ”

Chen Qingyao was rarely mischievous, glanced at the aunt in front of him, who was not a few years older than himself, and teased: "Auntie, you know swordsmen so well?

Sure enough, I ate a shudder in my head.

It was getting late, but there were still a few people who caught the right fight and couldn't tell the winner, Xu was impatient, and the cold surged up with a sword, directly slashing away the two people who were fighting, and there were exactly a hundred trialists left in the square.

Immediately afterwards, the remaining 100 people went to Jingzhao Yin Gaoling to return the finch card and receive their respective numbers according to Liang Songhe's instructions in advance.

The rules of this final round of trials are very simple, one hundred people are divided into ten groups, ten people in each group are two by two to catch the test, win to accumulate one point, defeat is not scored, and wait until the end of a round, the top five in each group directly pass the assessment, and get the quota for the thirteen countries competition next spring.

Xu had Liang Songhe behind his back, and Jiang Ning and the nine of them were almost all divided into different groups, except for him and Chen Qingping.

Jiang Ning is the No. 1 in the group, and Chen Qingping is the No. 2 in the group.

The first day, the first game, was a contest between the two.

The night passed quickly, and by the time they arrived, ten rings had been set up in the square.

Jiang Ning and Chen Qingping went up the ladders on both sides of the ring respectively, standing opposite each other, and a familiar feeling arose.

In the past, the two of them fought a lot, but they didn't want to have a fight in the ring today.

Not far from the ring, a high viewing platform was also set up, the god emperor Youlan, the god queen Dongfang Bai, the left servant shot the yellow dress, the Zhongshu Ling Wang Lang, and a group of officials who were not light in the dynasty, all received Xiu Mu today, and sat on the high platform for the second time, waiting for the last and most exciting moment of the dynasty's five-year event.

In the presence of the God Emperor, Liang Songhe naturally couldn't stand in the sky to speak as before, but honestly stood in the center of the square and announced the start of the game.

It's a small ring, each with its own referee, choose

Until the results came out, there was nothing to do with him.

At this time, the old man also found a special seat for Keqing on the side of the viewing platform and sat down, staring at Jiang Ning intently, and there were words in his mouth: "Boy, admit defeat quickly!"

Jiang Ning was about to speak, but the poor girl preemptively said: "Don't admit defeat!"

"Who wants to admit defeat?" Jiang Ning rolled his eyes and said, "I want to say, I will be spanked by my brother and my swollen butt later, don't cry!"

There was laughter from the bottom of the ring.

The poor girl's little face was a little red, it turned out that she was self-inflicted, and Jiang Ning died to make her ugly in front of so many people!

"Jiang Si, you give me death!"

A round of needle purple flew towards Jiang Ning's lower three roads, and the poor girl rushed straight up with both knives in her hands.

Jiang Ning smiled.

Silly girl, it's so easy to deceive.

(End of chapter)