The grass that covered the entire arena was disappearing, silently scattering into green spots of light like animated effects, floating towards the east of the arena like a river flowing into the ocean, and the arena was re-exposed by the long grass that was more than a person high. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Most of the swordsmen, even those from the weaker teams, were slightly surprised before returning to the fight against their opponents.

Despite wearing miscellaneous fish black, even though it is the first time to enter the national competition, and although it is regarded as a random harvest of points by powerful swordsmen, they will never consider themselves weak in their hearts.

We are also standing here with dreams! How much sweat and scars do you think we left to get here! What does it matter if the battlefield changes, this is a national competition, even in the sea of swords and fires, we will continue to fight!

Looking at the flow of green light in the sky, Zhong Dao Ichi and the other four remaining Beijia swordsmen did not hesitate to abandon their current target and rushed towards the cliff in the east of the arena.

Jin Shiyang was wearing Qin Xin's black tracksuit jacket, the surging green light around his body and the green light points that continued to flow from the sky converged and contracted, he was like pulling a thread, and with a slight pull, the vast grass of the entire arena was torn apart and disappeared like a knitted sweater.

"Hey, is there anything you'd like to say?" He stopped Qin Xin, who turned his head suspiciously.

Imaishi Yang pointed to the green light sea that covered the sky and the sun above, and said, "There must be people you care about watching your game." I can barely control the green particles in the air, and I can form simple patterned text. Originally, he wanted to remove the grass and use this trick to confess to Long Ming after the surprise attack was successful, but now it is difficult to see like this, how can he have the face to do this. Is there anything you'd like to say? ”

He moved his fingers casually, and a giant pattern resembling a rose appeared on the sea of green light in the sky, and it was estimated that he had put a lot of effort into preparing for his confession.

Looking up at the green roses in the sky, Qin Xin, who was wearing a black T-shirt, turned around and held his chin and said, "I want to say...... You're so dirty. I've seen a similar confession method in a novel hundreds of years ago, where a bird keeper writes in the air with fireworks to celebrate the birthday of his little sister who likes him, are you nostalgic? You can be regarded as painstaking, in fact, Long Ming only needs to use a bowl of extra pork chop rice to get it. ”

Gao Ling, who was driven by him to wait in the distance, ran back at some point, and also held his chin and pretended to be deep:

"Yes, bright flowers will always wither, and only delicious food can always warm a girl's heart."

Jinshiyang's face flushed slightly: "Don't talk nonsense!" Do you want to say that at the speed at which the particles are escaping, I can control it for five or six minutes at most. ”

"That's it......" Qin Xin clicked on his mobile phone and rummaged through it for a while and handed it over, "I originally posted a log on my personal blog, about the cooking method of the edible varieties in the Imperial Rare Animal Protection List, I think it's quite interesting, but there are very few people who like and comment, can you ......?"

"Who's going to send you this kind of thing! More than 140 words are exempt. Seeing the dense text on his mobile phone screen, Imaishi Yang decisively refused.

"Are you Weibo! Obviously, you begged me to send me ......"

"You also have someone you like, don't you have anything special to say?" Imashi Yodo.

Qin Xin turned his head, looked past Gao Ling and looked at a certain position in the stands in the distance and said, "She must have used the player following function of the viewing glasses to calibrate me, so she will definitely be able to hear my voice without this way." than this. Qin Xin pointed to the watch in his left hand connected to the competition system, "Your family and friends are also watching you all the time, as well as your teammates, don't you have anything to say to them?" ”

……

The sea of green light in the sky suddenly shrank, condensing into a line of striking words in the center directly above the arena.

"Gentlemen, I was wrong, please continue to play seriously, bow. 〈（__）〉”

Zhong Dao and the rest of Beijia rushed to the bottom of the cliff one after another, and the line of words in which Imaishi Yoshi, who was wearing a black coat that didn't fit well and had bare legs, was looking up at the sky.

His peripheral eyes caught a glimpse of his approaching teammates, and there were only five or six figures left of the eleven people who had originally come with him. It's not that I haven't imagined the scene after the defeat, but when I want to turn around and face these people, my feet seem to be built into concrete.

"Gentlemen, maybe everything I say looks very frivolous and has no credibility, but I still want to say something." Imaishi pointed to the line of green characters in the sky, "The stupid-looking emoji in the back is a brown-red haired pill head that forced me to add." ”

He paused, lowered his head and said, "Gentlemen, I still have a reluctant request. After the first battle, can you beat me up with those guys who have already died? ”

Zhong Daoyi and the rest of the Beijia swordsmen walked over, and the back of the main general in their eyes actually looked a little timid and cowering.

Five clenched fists pressed against Imaishi's back.

"When you win the individual competition, we'll give you a good beating, Lord."

Imaishi straightened his back, and the five hard fists behind him supported him.

"Hmm!"

At this time, the grass that was dissipating was only knee-high, and his vision became wider, and Zhong Daoyi followed Imaishi's line of sight and found that he had been staring at the two figures in the distance.

"Who's that?"

"The one who lent me my coat." Imaishi tightened the black sportswear on his upper body.

After Beijia's surprise attack exited, the initial individual competition of the Imperial College Kendo Tournament continued.

The purpose of the individual competition is to determine the strongest individual in college kendo, and those who have already earned the required points will not hide and wait for the end of the competition, but will look for the next opponent. Never before has the 24-hour individual opening event ended with the arrival of the race time to calculate the standings.

For the swordsmen, points are just consumables used to constantly reset the armor to maintain the combat state, and in the initial battles of the individual competitions over the years, a considerable number of players have survived with 0 points to advance, so you can imagine what kind of fierce battles they have experienced.

The Seal Folding Wood with an integral value of 45 on the armor's field of vision is clearly an anomaly.

Coming from a little-known university, he wields a bamboo sword with a high degree of shame, and uses a strange swordsmanship with a strange starting structure.

These three traits are obviously more like a dead house with an interest in kendo, rather than a strong man who has completed 45 slashes at the national tournament and has never reset his armor status.

If it weren't for the fact that the organizers didn't choose to broadcast his video, but just gave him a few seconds of footage while Ki Iokuzawa and Katsuragi were arguing, he would have become a dark horse with a lot of noise.

Li Zhi, who was traveling with him, didn't know where the sports were because he met an opponent who was good at sports warfare. After his amazing combat performance, the nearby contestants knew that this unmotivated-looking kid was a stubble, and no one rushed over to his death because he was wearing a stray fish black protective gear.

And Feng Zhimu himself actually lacked interest in fighting, and he was happy to sit in a daze next to a small pond near the central plain.

"Do you have loose back muscles because you sit a lot?" A lazy and sticky female voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

On the skin on his back covered by the folded wooden protective gear and clothes, he felt a small palm pressing directly on it, and it felt cold to the touch.