People began to worry about Ding Hao.

But Ding Hao let his blood flow and splash, and he had no intention of retreating.

Tossing and turning, the rusty sword was like electricity, and the [Chasing Electric Zhonggong Sword] was sent to the extreme, and in an instant, six swords were returned.

The sword shadow was like lightning, and finally succeeded in leaving a shallow blood mark on the arm of the crazy Liang Feixue.

At the same time, Ding Hao's upper arm area was once again bloody, and he was marked by the opponent's claw pear.

Wounds for injuries.

Ding Hao already had two injuries on his body, but he was not afraid and laughed with fighting spirit.

He didn't use the [Closed Door Sword Pose].

He didn't want to develop his dependence on this unsolvable defensive sword style, in such a big competition between fellow disciples, it was not a fight of life and death, so Ding Hao needed to use the fiercest battle to accumulate his actual combat experience and make up for his shortcomings.

Liang Feixue, who was incarnated as a wild beast, was urged by the mysterious power to reach the realm of the Four Martial Disciples, which exceeded the average level of a registered disciple by several times, and also exceeded Ding Hao too much.

However, his reason and judgment were also disturbed by this mysterious power, and only the instinct of fighting remained, so Ding Hao could still entangle with him for a while.

Woooo

Ding Ding Ding!!

Boom Boom Boom!!

The sound of the rusty sword slicing through the void and whistling, the claws and blades clashing, the sound of fists hitting flesh...... A variety of heart-pounding sounds came out of the center of the ring in a continuous stream, like a symphony like a storm.

And along with this rapid symphony, there are also splashes of blood.

Ding Hao was constantly hit by his opponents, leaving blood marks on his body, and even being hit to the point of exiting.

But every time he would rush out at the first time, the rusty sword in his hand, combined with the terrible cold, always had to leave a little mark on Liang Feixue's body, so he was willing.

Crazy!

Bitter!

Utter madness!

Endless hard fighting!

Under the situation that his strength was obviously inferior to that of his opponent, Ding Hao seemed to have fallen into madness, and the wounds on his body increased one by one, but they were all frozen by him in the wind, snow and cold, like a never-tired warrior, desperately launching a charge.

The shouts and cheers around have long since disappeared.

Everyone watched in amazement as this tragic match in the ring.

Since the beginning of the Five Courtyards Competition, every game Ding Hao has participated in has something that moves people, and in this game, Ding Hao has shown something called fighting spirit and unyielding.

The splashes of blood were like burning flames.

Under such a high-intensity battle, even Liang Feixue, who was completely dominated by that mysterious power and lost his senses, gradually felt tired and exhausted, and his chest began to gasp violently.

Bang!

Sun Fei was hit in the chest with a claw, and blood spurted from his mouth and flew out.

However, the moment he flew out, his rusty sword almost cut off one of Liang Feixue's fingers.

Fighting, temporarily stopped.

The blood light in Liang Feixue's eyes was still the same, but it seemed that there was a little more doubt, and his body could feel the passage of his physical strength, which was a strange situation that he could never feel every time he was in this state before.

He had more than twenty wounds, large and small, all over his body, but the muscles were as tight as steel, locking the blood vessels, and no blood came out.

On the other side, Ding Hao's slender body stood in the ring like a javelin.

It's just that compared to Liang Feixue, his situation is even worse, his green shirt has been completely broken, and his whole body is full of large and small wounds, all of which are dripping with blood, but he sealed the wounds with ice and snow cold, so as not to lose too much blood and lose combat effectiveness.

At this time, everyone found out that there were so many wounds on Ding Hao's body, and they couldn't help but let out an uncontrollable exclamation.

"Oh my God, I'm afraid there are more than a hundred wounds......"

"That wound on the right waist almost tore the guts!

"It's all like this, do you still want to fight?"

"If you keep fighting, you'll die!"

"Why didn't the magistrate stop such a game, it's too bloody, it's too barbaric, it's a joust, not a gladiatorial fight!"

"Why, Senior Brother Ding Hao, why didn't he use that style of swordsmanship? Liang Feixue would definitely not be able to break through that style of swordsmanship, so he wouldn't have to be so seriously injured!"

Some of the female disciples who admired Ding Hao already had crystal tears in their eyes, and they couldn't bear to see such a miserable appearance of this public lover, and even shouted Ding Hao's name and persuaded him to give up.

"I'm here to fight, not to perform, how can I not see blood? If I don't experience a storm, how can I see a rainbow? If you want to become a strong person, you must go through the baptism of blood and fire, ask the disciples of the Sword Sect, you shouldn't be afraid of being injured!"

The loud words seemed to be answering the questions of the disciples in the audience.

When he decided not to perform the [Closed Door Thanking Sword Style], he had already expected that there would be such a difficult situation.

However, he has no regrets!

Even if you are knocked out of the ring, you have no regrets!

By all means, to win pretty!

Li Muyun's pride also stung Ding Hao's pride.

Ding Hao's black hair was flying, heroic and unparalleled, laughing, tearing off the broken green shirt stuck to his body with his backhand, and his upper body was naked.

The muscular streamlined muscles reveal an unparalleled visual impact and sculptural beauty in the last rays of the sunset, and the large and small blood-soaked scars add to this visual shock.

......

The male disciples looked at Ding Hao blankly.

At the moment when Ding Hao was talking and tearing his clothes, something hit their chests fiercely, igniting their blood.

Yes, let's ask the Sword Sect, it's to become a strong man, not to play!

If you want to become strong, you must go through the baptism of blood and fire!

How can you see a rainbow without experiencing a storm?

These words were spoken by everyone countless times before entering the sect, after entering the sect, and even in the past few days, and quietly said to themselves countless times, but at this moment, coming out of the mouth of Ding Hao, who was covered with scars and could not fight to the death, it completely shook them and made them start to re-examine themselves!

These registered disciples, they had been well protected by their respective families before, and they had never experienced such a cruel side, nor did they realize that when they entered the Wenjian Sect, they would also face this even more cruel elimination and selection mechanism.

Today's scene can be regarded as the first lesson for them.

In the crowd, Li Lan looked at the slender and bleeding body a little sluggishly.

Thinking about what Ding Hao said at the beginning of the battle, "You have the pride you have, I have my reasons, and defeating Senior Brother Li Lan is just a fluke for you", this ambitious and feminine young man, a trace of color flashed in the depths of his eyes, and it disappeared in a flash.

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