The girl's cold eyes were full of bitter sadness.

She did not hate her parents who had traveled far away.

She simply thinks that when she is born as a human being, she should have a heart towards the rising sun.

It is human nature not to take the sorrow of others as one's own joy.

If not.

It is the most evil.

At this moment, Xia Qingying is in full force!

- Twenty-four poems: Tragic Sword!

……

Natsuo Yajima finally took the last step at this moment and circled around.

He saw the sword slashing through the air like lightning.

So at this moment, he laughed heartily.

The grace of the crescent people who once tried to pretend is gone.

Solve this deepest concern in my heart, and finally be able to live freely in the future.

The Sauron Academy, which is full of geniuses, is nothing more than this in the eyes of him Yajima Natsusheng!

After solving the woman in front of her, who looks like the snow-white cherry blossoms of Mt. Fuji, the moment when she falls into the abyss is her own highlight.

So, the preparation zone looks at my weaklings, and the audience looks at my metrics.

Far away from the moon base watching my classmates.

Please cheer me on......

Swordsmanship - Ryu Fei 剣!

A dragon groaned.

Katanas swept diagonally across the sky.

Everyone was shocked to see that there was really a white dragon from the clouds, showing along the traces of the sword light.

The sword light and the sword light meet with precision.

Ding.

Slash on all sides.

The shock wave, which was several meters high, turned into sword qi.

There was a thud on the edge of the field.

The figure that seemed to have been cut open by Xia Qingying with [Twenty-four Poems: Tragic Sword] slowly dissipated.

"Overhead!"

"Knocked the defensive light shield out of the convex shape."

Those who watched this scene almost stood up in horror.

Just as outsiders can't hear insiders, neither can outsiders hear what they say.

But Xia Qingying is a master of swordsmanship who has reached the realm of sword heart enlightenment.

Her five senses are so keen, she suddenly raised her head at the first moment, and her cold eyes reflected the demonic smile of Yajima Natsuo.

A bright demon smile blooms.

The katana in Natsuo Yajima's hand spun and disappeared in an instant.

In mid-air, in the day, a crescent moon flashed with a light orange glow.

Swordsmanship - Moon Shadow!

The Han sword in Xia Qingying's hand flew over.

At this moment, the momentum is like a veteran of a hundred battles, and his slender body has created a momentum of thousands of troops.

[The avenue is mourning, if it is a hero. 】

The Han sword swept the sad wind and swept away.

Swords and knives intersect.

Rumble!

The air ten meters away from Xia Qingying's body shook and dispersed, separating a large white wave.

The metal floor filters this vibration layer by layer, but it still can't be eliminated, and finally conducts it to the outside of the field.

The heaviness was felt by everyone in the audience.

What a powerful force!

People are shocked by the strength of Yajima Natsusheng and Xia Qingying.

However, when people saw that Yajima Natsuo was actually holding a knife in one hand, the shock finally turned into shock.

"One-handed ......"

"How strong is that crescent man!"

Yajima Natsuo, who was fighting rapidly in the venue, seemed to hear the new students outside the arena, and he jerked his head up and looked at Xia Qingying.

"Just use my weakest to beat your strongest, hahaha."

He laughed presumptuously.

The katana was thrown high, and he took it with his backhand, and he carried the knife on his back by mistake.

This moment.

Because of the visual difference caused by the extremely fast movement and the light flow of the air with a knife light, Yajima Natsuo was suddenly divided into three in the eyes of everyone and in the live broadcast camera.

"The sky is poor, the twilight is over, and it rains in May."

Ancient neon words bloomed leisurely in his mouth, and the arm behind his back slashed out.

The audience stood up and looked at the scene in disbelief.

Unexpectedly......

Slash out a sea of swords as brilliant as a rainbow.

The brilliant white light swallowed Xia Qingying in an instant.

Bite.

The fire appeared, and the shock wave bloomed together.

Is it blocking again?

Doubts flashed through the minds of the crowd.

However, in everyone's field of vision, a fragment of a broken sword swirled and flew down......

When hitting the edge of the field.

Rumble!

The second violent tremor bloomed with the most violent momentum.

The earth rumbles.

A white figure slashed straight across thirty meters and slammed into the shield barrier.

The girdle was broken, and the green silk hung down.

Xia Qingying stared straight at the remnant sword in his hand.

She has been accompanied by the sword since she was sensible, the night when no one is around, the lonely courtyard, and the cold mountain cliff.

All kinds of swords accompanied her for the longest time.

However, in the past ten years, not a single sword has ever been broken.

Today, Yajima Natsuo's furious [May Rain Sword] instantly destroyed her sword intent, and it also destroyed her sword blade like a withering and decaying sword.

She saw her weapon break in front of her.

This is no longer just a Han sword used in battle.

This is even a pathetic sword that entrusts all her emotions.

However, the wound was torn and the blade of the sword was broken.

She stood here pitifully and lonely, as if abandoned by the whole world.

The thoughts that were once pinned on are quietly gone.

When the sword is broken, so is the desire to win.

The heart of the sword is clear, and the wound of the broken sword to the sword wielder is far greater than the physical wound.

"Ahh......h That's just the case. ”

Looking at Xia Qingying, who had lost his soul, Yajima Natsuo felt the pleasure of destroying the most beautiful things with his own hands.

It's really fascinating.

However, I don't approve of such a loss.

Natsuo Yajima casually threw his katana.

Rumble!

The crowd heard the thunder in disbelief.

This knife actually entered a subsonic state in an instant, and the target was directly aimed at Xia Qingying.

The referee forced the intention to make a move.

Because this knife is not a lethal knife, the goal is to stick to Xia Qingying's ear and cut into the light curtain behind him.

However, the expected picture did not appear.

Without warning, Xia Qingying stretched out his left hand and grasped the katana.

The blade is less than 3 centimeters away from the light shield at the edge of the field.

Tick......

Tick......

Blood dripped beneath his feet.

Xia Qingying's left hand actually held the katana alive.

The blade cut a long wound in her white palm, and bright red blood flowed and dripped down the blade.

She lifted her face and looked at Natsuo Yajima, who was smiling like a demon on the other side.

"I ...... Lost. ”

Xia Qingying said these three words calmly.

At this moment, she was like the little girl who was about to see the light, returning to the night again.

There was an uproar at the scene.

The referee's eyes were complicated.

Xia Qingying's situation is known to the senior leaders in the academy.

She can be said to have grown up with a generation of strong people in the academy.

She is the daughter of a martyr, a descendant of the nation, and the best choice for the future leader of the Hurricane Academy's secret military force.

This innocent girl shouldn't have been hurt like this.

They had never heard the word admit defeat in Xia Qingying's mouth.

Today......

She threw in the towel.

She can be said to have grown up with a generation of strong people in the academy.

She is the daughter of a martyr, a descendant of the nation, and the best choice for the future leader of the Hurricane Academy's secret military force.

This innocent girl shouldn't have been hurt like this.

They had never heard the word admit defeat in Xia Qingying's mouth.

Today......

She threw in the towel.