How big the strength gap is between Duan Lizheng and Ruan Qing, Zhu Luan doesn't know.

Although Ruan Qing had just broken through the middle stage of the realm and ascended to the extreme, Zhu Luan had already discovered that he had probably suppressed the realm when he ascended the initial realm, and his state was already very proficient at this time.

And on top of kendo, her skills are also very commendable.

Every move and style can see the painstaking past.

But Duan Lizheng is Duan Lizheng after all.

Zhu Luan has personally experienced Duan Lizheng's strength and understands that this young man's reputation is worthy of the true value.

So at the beginning, when the two of them were hedged with their sword moves, they didn't distinguish much for a while.

After all, at this level, if anyone can kill anyone in seconds, is this looking down on Da Zhou's examination or looking down on so many high-level cultivators who have been eliminated before?

But what Zhu Luan and the other cultivators didn't expect was that after the two of them fed each other and tried each other, and each understood their own depths, Ruan Qing not only did not face the prudence and defense of opponents of the same level, but became more and more courageous.

After discovering that normal swordsmanship could not suppress Duan Lizheng for a while, this thin woman not only did not take a defensive position, but actually used the swordsmanship with the strongest attack power of Xiliang Sword Pavilion without hesitation!

The nameless long sword in the woman's hand bloomed with the sharpest cold light in the sunlight, ruthlessly tearing through the air, and attacking Duan Lizheng without any scruples!

Amid the screams of the women and children, Duan Lizheng spat out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth to resist, and responded with a more violent attack.

This is the most powerful swordsmanship of Ziyang Academy where Zhu Luan once tried his sword, the Seven Killing Sword.

The murderous spirit is vertical and horizontal, tearing the world apart.

The Sword of Death.

Duan Lizheng chose to use the sword of killing against the woman.

A huge wave of qi rushed from the high platform, and a clattering sound of smashing sounded, and even the blue bricks attached to the defensive formation were shattered under the feet of the two of them, leaving ugly sword marks.

The dust rose everywhere, covering the heavens and the earth, and everyone in the audience thought that under such a huge impact, one side would always fall, but the smoke and dust dispersed, and the two figures were still standing.

"It's ......"

And in the dust, the thin woman stood firmly in the center of the high platform like a withered bamboo in the root rock, holding the sword of death in her hand, and her eyes burned with the slightest dull battle intent.

The Great Zhou Lifters opened their mouths, and the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion also looked at the scene in front of them in amazement.

The vision in front of Duan Lizheng, who was covered in blood, was blurred for a moment, but in that blurred vision, the slender figure was ghostly.

Not a step back.

Terrible woman.

Everyone looked at the long sword in the woman's hand and was terrified.

Countless onlookers, looking at the two injured people on the high platform, had already covered their eyes in fear and screamed silently.

"How can there be such a strong Sword Pavilion disciple......" Liang Ziliang hugged Zhu Luan's waist, his voice almost whimpering.

No, Zhu Luan looked intently at the woman on the high platform and breathed deeply.

Compared with the swordsmanship in her hand, and the strength of this woman, what is even more terrifying is this woman's will.

The will to win.

Ruan Qing is also bleeding, her aura is no longer calm, and she does not have an absolute advantage.

But in her originally cold pupils, there was an inextinguishable ghostly fire, a fire that burned for obsession.

Her whole body seemed to be saying something at this time.

She's going to win.

And as long as there is this obsession, the flame in her eyes can burn forever.

Until her opponent fell to her sword.

Duan Lizheng raised his sword again, the murderous aura suddenly rose, and the two hedged again!

Screams rang out in the crowd, and the speed of the two people on the high platform increased again, and the sparks from the collision between swords could be seen clearly under the blue sky and white sun.

This is no longer a battle between lifters, but a never-ending fight.

"Why ......"

"Stop ......"

At this time, there were not too many people in the crowd who were paying attention to the winners and losers of this duel, and everyone was frightened by this deadly play.

"What's going on?"

The officials on the observation deck were also panicked, Du Haoqian's palm held the handle of the wooden chair and looked at Duan Haochu, who was dead and silent beside him.

"Your family and Xiliang Sword Pavilion have had a holiday with this girl?"

Duan Haochu shook his head, and the horror in Du Haoqian's eyes was even worse.

"It's not a ...... battle anymore"

The voice of the soldier rang out in the box.

"It's desperate." Nian Huazang clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist and gasped.

"That Xiliang woman is dying."

"She just wants to win." Zhu Luan spoke in a dry voice.

Yes, she just wanted to win. Zhu Luan looked at the girl who waved her sword on the high platform without hesitation, but didn't raise her eyelids in the face of the cold moon that Duan Lizheng was coming.

She didn't pay attention to Duan Lizheng's counterattack at all, she just kept fighting and moving forward.

She's not here for revenge, she's not here to kill, she's just here to win.

Yes, Zhu Luan understands, she understands.

Ruan Qing's sword is too clean, so clean that it makes people's hearts tremble, in this woman's sword, there is no hatred, no hesitation, some only resoluteness, some only have no hesitation, and some only do whatever it takes, cutting the way forward to see the consciousness of death, life and nothingness.

You have what you want. Zhu Luan looked at the girl fighting the high platform, and her nails pierced into her palms.

Ruan Qing ignored the murderous aura of the cold moon in Duan Lizheng's hand, ignored the powerful swordsmanship of Ziyang Academy and Tiance Academy, and ignored all possible obstacles, only determined to use the nameless long sword in his hand to fight his way out.

In a nutshell.

She's already spelling.

Desperately.

Even if she fights for her life, she wants to win.

With her sword, with her at all costs, with her blood, this woman clearly revealed her purpose to the world.

And it makes everyone scared.

"What is this for......

"Who can ...... this?"

Who can stop this?

Who can stop a mid-stage cultivator who doesn't care about his life or the future of his cultivator?

No, rather, who needs to block?

This is just a trial battle, this is not a dead end of life and death, this woman has no clear meaning to fight hard, what reason do other cultivators have to fight with her? It's not......

"Lizheng!"

"Second Prince Duan!"

Zhu Luan's voiceless shouts were mixed with the screams of everyone.

In the face of Ruan Qing's desperate style of play, the young man on the high platform did not choose the wisest way to be a high-level cultivator.

Duan Lizheng wiped the blood from his face, held the sword forward again, and faced the sword of burning and killing with the sword of killing.

"Why ......" Zhu Luan heard Nianhuazang's stunned voice.

yes, why, to work so hard?

Although Ruan Qing didn't know the reason, she at least had a chance to get Wu Sanyuan, but Duan Lizheng at this moment had no reason to fight with her.

Duan Lizheng had no reason to fight hard with Ruan Qing.

He no longer had a chance to realize that dream.

It is no longer possible for him to become a national soldier.

And the person who deprived him of the possibility was the current Huizhou Xie Yuan.

On the high platform, Duan Lizheng and Ruan Qing once again fought together, and this time the people who couldn't understand it understood that this was no longer a competition.

It's desperate.

But why does a sub-dollar have to fight to such an extent?

Everyone was stunned and asked.

I guess a lot of people don't understand.

The young man on the stage clenched the sword in his hand and raised his head, barely opening his blood-soaked eyes, letting the bright sunlight flow into his eyes.

It's not like I've lost my dreams.

In the blood-blurred vision, the young man's expression was still clear.

Instead, she took her dream as her own.

He wants to see it.

saw the moment when the first female national warrior of the Great Zhou was born.

He wanted to see how far the controversial and slandered woman could go.

That's what he's dreaming about now.

It is worth fighting for and clearing all obstacles for it.

In the blood light, the young man smiled softly.

Shine on the high platform.

Her dreams never die.