The glacier is endless, only the icebergs stand irregularly, and the cold air wafts out of the ice and fills the air. www.biquge.infoInk Shadow felt the cold getting worse and stronger, and his whole body was about to freeze, and Ink Shadow tried to urge spiritual power, but his whole body could not feel any spiritual power fluctuations. The ink shadow walked out of the iceberg where he woke up, and the sun was still orange-red, but it had already risen above his head.

Ink Shadow stretched out his hand and let the sunlight shine more on his body, but the dim light did not have a trace of warmth.

After bypassing a relatively short iceberg, the scene in front of him suddenly opened up, and the flat ice surface spread wantonly to the surroundings, and the fog shrouded the surroundings, and the end of the glacier could not be seen.

Ink Shadow stepped on the ice, it seemed to be a frozen lake below, or it could be the sea, Ink Shadow stretched out his hand and put it on the ice, the cold air was like a silver needle stinging a nerve, Ink Shadow quickly withdrew his palm and exhaled a hot breath into his palm.

The silence formed by the sound being absorbed by the glacier makes the ink shadow feel the concept of time, as if time has stopped, and all pain is only in a moment, life or death, only in a thought.

At this time, a figure suddenly appeared on the ice a hundred meters away from the ink shadow, appearing in an abnormal place, which was not normal in itself. The ink shadow entered the guard, and the man slowly approached, it was a handsome but lonely face, dressed in thin black, holding a sword in each hand.

He walked to a place ten meters away from the ink shadow and stopped, and then the black sword in his left hand was thrown at random, and it was inserted in front of the ink shadow with precision.

Is this a competition? Or is it a fight of life and death?

Mo Ying didn't know where he was, and he didn't know why the originally good inner court trials had changed so much.

Before the ink shadow came back to his senses, the person in front of him had already raised his sword, the blade of the sword slashed across the ice, bringing up a string of ice foam, and the ink shadow hurriedly pulled out the sword on the ground, and the sword pattern did not move. If you can't use spiritual power, can't you even pull out a sword?

"It's not going to be a dream, is it?" Before Mo Ying could finish speaking, the blade of the sword had already slashed across his arm, leaving a clear line of blood, and after a few seconds, a tingling sensation pressed on the nerves, making Mo Ying couldn't help but gasp a few cold breaths. How could this be a dream?

After the man attacked once, he stopped, as if to give Ink Shadow a chance to draw his sword, and Ink Shadow returned to the black sword that was nearly half submerged in the ice, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and kicking the ice with all his might, but the sword still did not move.

The person in front of him looked up to the sky and laughed, raised the sword in his hand and plunged it into the ice, the entire ice trembled violently, and one by one the long swords drilled out from under the ice, and they all stopped after the sword body was half exposed. The man looked at the Ink Shadow playfully, drew his sword, and then walked up to the Ink Shadow, and with a light lift of his left hand, the black sword was pulled out of the ice.

Ink Shadow felt that this person had murderous intent, and before he could react, he held the double swords in his hands, his body was like a flying swallow, and in an instant, he came behind the ink shadow, raised the double swords and inserted them into the chest of the ink shadow from behind.

Ink Shadow lowered his head and watched as the blade passed through his body, bright red blood swirling on the blade before falling on the ice one by one.

The pain, the overwhelming pain spread all over the body, and Mo Ying roared and fell to the ground.

The man drew his twin swords, stood beside the ink shadow, and began to whisper:

Those who have abandoned their beliefs sigh again and again in the endless dark night.

No one understands his suffering, any more than he understands the sorrow of the world.

The flowers in full bloom of the mandala, how many people raised their swords, trying to cut through the thousands of disturbances.

The final tribute, there is only one hero, who supports a peace for the world.

But the hero said, "I'm not here to save the world, just because there are people I love in this world."

Ink Shadow closed her eyes tiredly, feeling her whole body slowly falling, ignoring the thick layer of ice.

The cold water stimulated the cells of the whole body, the ink shadow opened his eyes suddenly, and the sharp pain in his chest hit again, the ink shadow came back to his senses, his whole body trembled, and the whole person broke through the ice and drilled out from the bottom of the water.

The man looked at his embarrassed figure and said, "It's like a dog." ”

Ink Shadow slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, all the swords that were diagonally inserted on the entire ice surface broke through the ice under the control of his consciousness, and Ink Shadow raised his right hand, and all the swords pointed at the person as if they had received an order.

Mo Ying coughed up a mouthful of blood and said slowly, "I know, this is an illusion, and who are you?" ”

The man smiled coldly and said, "I am your worst enemy. ”

With that, he raised his sword and stepped forward.

Mo Ying's raised right hand also slowly fell, and all the swords stabbed at the man holding the double sword like a downpour.

The pierced body is gradually losing its vitality at this time, what will his last wish be?

The man's flesh and blood pierced by the Ten Thousand Swords were blurred, and the ink shadow stepped forward and asked again, "Who are you?" ”

He raised his head, his face gradually became delicate, and that face was himself.

The Ink Shadow raised its head to the sky and roared, and the entire glacier shook violently at this time, the iceberg collapsed, the ice broke, and the man's body fell into the cracked ice and disappeared from the Ink Shadow's field of vision.

Mo Ying woke up suddenly, the dim sunlight hit his face, there was a trace of warmth, Shangguan Siyi was guarding beside him. When Mo Ying saw Shangguan Siyi, he couldn't help but ask, "Was it an illusion just now?" "Even though she already knew it was an illusion, Ink Shadow wanted to confirm it with her own ears, because it felt too real.

Shangguan Siyi nodded and said: "The illusion just now is a knockout match, the first two hundred people to wake up will be considered to be promoted, and those who have not yet walked out of the illusion will be eliminated, and the students who have woken up have been informed of this news, you should be the seventy-sixth to wake up, so congratulations to our family Moying for successfully qualifying." ”

After speaking, Shangguan Siyi smiled happily at Mo Ying, and the two cute dimples on her fair little face were particularly moving.

Mo Ying stretched out his hand, touched her hair, and then stood up, the wound on his chest naturally did not exist, but the pain seemed to come from the soul, which still made Mo Ying lose his mind.

Hundreds of students lay crookedly in the open space, some of whom had already woken up, and in order not to disturb the others, they found a place to meditate.

Mo Ying and Shangguan Siyi walked out of the crowd, Bai Mu also woke up from the illusion, looking at the expression on his face, it is estimated that it is also uncomfortable, some things, some people, if they are too obsessed, they will become the biggest demons.

The sun had just turned into mid-air, and the time should be around ten o'clock now, but in the illusion, the time felt would be extraordinarily long, because of the pain, time would be tormented as if it stood still.

After Bai Mu woke up, he walked over slowly, found an open space to sit down, gasped and rested, Mo Ying handed him the water in his hand, Bai Mu raised his head and drank several sips, and the whole person looked better.

Mo Ying didn't ask Bai Mu what his illusion was, just like he didn't want to be asked about by others.

The students woke up one by one, there were old students, there were new students, and everyone woke up with colorful expressions, and when it was almost noon, the first two hundred had been born.

The illusion was withdrawn, and the remaining students woke up one by one, and they all woke up to what had happened.

After the tutor announced the list of promotions in his class, he returned to the academy with the eliminated students.

Several foreign elders have already appeared in the stunned minds of everyone, without any nonsense, and directly announced the rules of the afternoon competition:

Two hundred students will enter the illusion again, each of them will appear in a room, there are four doors around the room, each person chooses a door to go out, and will compete with the person who chooses the corresponding door, the winner enters the top 100, and the loser is eliminated, and there is no chance of the inner courtyard.

After listening to the announcement, Mo Ying was very suspicious of how to distribute each room to ensure that every student could meet an opponent, and it couldn't be established in the plane space at all, but since it was said to be an illusion, it would definitely not be reasonable, and it was useless for Mo Ying to be entangled, right now, the most important thing was to win the game.