It stood up.

The horse stood up.

Duan Lizheng looked at the black horse that staggered to stand up and the girl who walked to it, as if he saw her who would stand up no matter what she encountered and what hardships she suffered.

The people's talk was suppressed by the roar of the white tiger, and the shackles of the grandmaster were swept away by the call of the wild.

The world is not quiet, but the moment she gets on the horse, the world is quiet for her.

She was dressed in a simple dress, but the moment she turned over and got on the horse, the bright light fell from her head, and the boy's eyes widened.

Song Huaizhu, who had been watching her, opened his eyes wide.

Standing in the shadows outside the nobleman's box in the distance, the silent black-armored guard widened his eyes.

It was as if a dark light emerged from her, refracted it.

This is...... Delusion, right?

The black-armored guard who was watching her from afar looked at the man who had turned over and mounted his horse.

The moment she rolled over and got on her horse, he saw the armor.

Like a soldier in battle armor. Duan Lizheng thought in a daze.

Just like that...... Song Huaizhu bit his thin lip fiercely to restrain his thoughts.

In the darkness, the black armor's eyes were hot.

That's his general.

His general is really back.

"Ten thousand miles." Zhu Luan rode on the black horse, leaned down slightly, as if he had been with his father countless times before the expedition, and whispered in the ear of the black horse, "Let's go." ”

"Chisato, let's go."

The girl's voice sounded in his ears, and the old horse in the stable raised his head and looked at the endless sky in the distance.

Watch the girl's departure.

"Drive!"

In the dead silence of the field, among the paralyzed horses, the black lightning returned to the field again.

Princess Jinyang in the crowd stared motionlessly at the black and red figure.

That's what she's never seen before.

The one who galloped on the battlefield.

Real war horses, with real warriors.

The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt.

But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death.

She kept running, never stopping, and no one could stop her.

Grandiose.

Duan Lizheng's gaze and body moved with the running black horse.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The only sound of horses' hooves beat the earth, and it struck the heart of every lifter, and people kept standing up, and people kept looking at her.

In the midst of countless intertwined eyes, the black horse and the girl on its back became the deepest lightning bolts in the skylight.

Lap 3!

"Caught up!"

Someone in the middle of the room shouted, "So fast! ”

Yes, so fast.

Zhu Luan, who was back on the horse, almost equaled the lead of the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion in an instant!

At this moment, the earth-shattering tiger roar came to an end, and all the war horses that were oppressing on the ground raised their heads with difficulty.

The Xiliang Sword Saint sat on the seat expressionlessly, but he seemed to be able to feel the gaze of the huge golden pupils on the mountain top in the distance.

"If you dare to move, why don't you do it again......"

The gray-haired old man's face could not see joy and anger clearly, and he slowly raised his hand, looking at the thick calloused palm of his hand that had been sharpened by the hilt of the sword.

Newborn calves are not afraid of tiger boys.

It's not that he can't continue, even if he is the last descendant of the divine beast White Tiger, but he is not yet an adult and can't make any waves.

But......

If you make another move, there's no guarantee that the old guy will make a move.

This is his territory, after all.

Feeling the oppression of the True Yuan that had faded at the same time, Mo Han looked back at the high platform in the distance and exhaled.

Doesn't it seem that Master will really release his power on the riding and shooting field......

He didn't know whether he should rejoice or worry.

"Why ......" Fang just fought with the black horse that was paralyzed on the ground until the exhausted Su Qing panted deeply, and her eyes were blood-red.

"Why won't she stop?"

Mo Han looked at his junior sister who still didn't know the height of the sky, took a deep breath, and got back on the horse.

Still don't get it?

It was impossible to get the woman to stop.

Can it be done......

Someone is faster than Mo Han.

Two dark shadows brushed past him.

There were two dark horses on the field, and the true yuan fluctuations faded and caught up in an instant.

Monk Xuezhai hugged the horse's neck, laboriously chased after Song Huaizhu and his rival Duan Lizheng, looked at the three black horses in front of him, and exhaled.

The only thing that can be done is chasing.

A horse roared on the racecourse!

There is no doubt about the winner of the chase.

Zhu Luan had already reached the last lap, while Song Huaizhu and Duan Lizheng, who finished second, were still more than two laps away from her.

"The last lap!"

Accompanied by the earth-shattering shouts of the crowd, Zhu Luan jumped between the track and the school field where he was examining riding and shooting, leaving a black light and shadow.

The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the armor light opened to the sun.

Thousands of miles rose and leaped.

Let this girl leave this thrilling scene for the meeting.

It touches people's hearts even more than when they take the township test.

Li Wenyao, Hongshan and others looked at the familiar and unfamiliar scene in a daze, and with the previous stagnation and despair, there was the shock of this girl's life.

They knew she was crossing more than just a wooden fence.

Not really.

But in the admiration of the people, everyone's eyes became nervous again, and the bow horse rode and shot, and finally entered the second stage.

Although only one horse entered, it was not a chance to win in the examination.

As I said, this is the real battlefield.

There was no examiner forbidden army to guard the place in the field, and the place of fighting.

In the school field, which is wider than the township test, there are complex terrains with potholes similar to those of the battlefield, and in the depths of these landforms, there are only five quivers.

with fifty arrows.

Twenty people at a time.

Fifty arrows.

Each person can shoot up to five arrows.

Zhu Luan's eyes were cold, if each person could shoot five arrows, there must be at least a hundred arrows.

But there were only fifty on the field.

The intent couldn't be clearer.

Arrows per person...... You go and grab it yourself.

This is the battlefield.

"Miss Zhu Jiu is at the quiver!"

With the shouting of the crowd like ocean waves, Zhu Luan came to an upright quiver closest to her, and she was about to reach out to grab the arrow, but the next moment her pupils shrank.

"Wanli, dodge!" Zhu Luan suddenly pulled the reins, and Wan Li turned around with great agility, and the cheering crowd was stunned for a moment, and then screamed!

The scream was accompanied by the croaking of broken wood!

Out of thin air, a strong force struck, passing through Zhu Luan's original position and hitting the quiver beside her.

The cylinder with the quiver fell in response, and the feathered arrow fell into the mud!

Zhu Luan Huoran looked back and looked at the man who was still half a circle away from the wooden fence and raised his hand on horseback.

In the cold air, the two met their eyes.

The familiar mask glowed warmly in the daylight, but the gaze inside was sharper than ever.

In a very short time, the two looked at each other from a distance.

Their murderous aura emerged from their bodies, and the air was filled with an icy aura.

The next moment.

Zhu Luan drew his sword.