In front of the gate of the palace mountain, there are many wild repairs in the realm of travel.

They all saw that picture.

But many people looked at each other, not knowing what this scene meant.

It's because they're on a different level.

Although He Zhengrong has only stepped into the path of cultivation for more than two months, he is already in a higher position than many people in the same realm.

Xin Ming's weak voice carried a hint of amazement.

"Sure enough, it is worthy of He Zhengrong......"

Xie Ning looked at each other coldly, his expression changed slightly.

"Among the seven people in your Sword Academy, except for Li Mengzhou, who is famous, the only people I care about the most are you and Shen Jiyue, it seems that my idea is right. ”

Xie Ning was frustrated at the beginning, which really made him lose face, but he didn't go crazy enough to ignore it, and quickly calmed down, looked at He Zhengrong and said: "I won't despise Shen Jiyue just because she is a girl, but compared to Shen Jiyue, you may be stronger."

This is my current opinion, after all, I haven't met Shen Jiyue yet, but it's a blessing to be able to meet you so soon. If the two strongest people eliminated one of them, then the rest would be easy to solve, and Tang Tian didn't even need to make a move. ”

He Zhengrong grinned and said, "That Tang Tian who is hiding is the strongest among you?"

He was not sarcastic, nor sarcastic.

But he accentuated the words 'hide', and the meaning of his words was self-evident.

Xie Ning's pupils really shrank suddenly.

But after thinking about it, Xie Ning smiled again: "Tang Tian didn't make a direct move, but chose to wait and see, you people from the Sword Academy should feel lucky, otherwise not only did they eliminate three people, but the entire army would have been wiped out." ”

Shainin's reaction was quick and he fought back with ease.

However, He Zhengrong was originally a person who was not good at words, and what he said was what he thought in his heart, and he would not think it through, so he directly ignored Xie Ning's words and said, "I'll give you time to breathe." ”

Xie Ning was stunned for a moment.

He obviously couldn't understand the meaning of the sentence for a moment.

He Zhengrong lowered his head slightly, and his thin lips opened lightly: "There is still a breath." ”

As soon as his words fell, the unsheathed sword in his hand had already come out of his hand.

He Zhengrong's hand rested on the hilt of the sword, the scabbard was trembling, a flash of light flashed, and as the scabbard left, he threw out the long sword very casually and naturally.

The white snowflakes floated around him along with the condensation of the aura of heaven and earth, and a gray shadow silently passed through the snowflakes floating in mid-air, cutting through the sky with a burst of castration.

It was a detached scabbard.

The snow in the sky is frozen in a breath, and only a sword cold light breaks through the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth.

He Zhengrong's expression was calm and indifferent, and he slowly raised his head.

Shain's expression was very different.

He finally understood the meaning of He Zhengrong's words, the other party only gave him three breaths of time, and if the three breaths time came, it would mean the end of this battle.

He had clearly wasted those three breaths.

Although this time cannot be shorter, it can also play a very crucial role, especially for those great monks, it is enough to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Xie Ning would not regret the time of these three breaths, but felt that this was a humiliation by He Zhengrong to him.

No matter how fast he reacted, he still responded in a hurry.

The short sword in his right hand slashed at the swift gray scabbard in a very delicate trajectory with the arm and wrist he flicked hard.

The blade of the short sword slammed into the scabbard, and a strong wave of spiritual qi erupted, and with a bang, a straight sword qi rushed out from the tip of the short sword, like a crescent moon roaring into the air.

The scabbard was knocked off.

But the trajectory of the fall seems to be somewhat strange.

The scabbard rose straight into the air.

and fell straight down.

Syllable.

Poof.

The tail of the scabbard smashed into Shainin's head.

Then he shook it a little twice, and fell diagonally into the snow, smashing out a shallow pit.

“......”

Xie Ning's slowly sluggish expression quickly changed color again.

The final freeze frame is the color of pork liver.

This scene in his heart is even more embarrassing than being directly picked up by He Zhengrong with a sword.

His neck was a little stiff and slowly raised his head and looked at He Zhengrong.

He Zhengrong spread his hands and said, "This is your own cause, it's none of my business." ”

Xie Ning took a few deep breaths and said, "I'm going to blow your head off!"

He Zhengrong's expression was a little subtle, it was not surprise, nor fear, but a kind of emotion, emotion without reason.

He looked sideways at Zheng Qian and Zhou Luo, who were still fighting, and then at Xin Ming, who was lying half-dead on the snow.

Xu Shi finally remembered a very important thing, and couldn't help but pat his forehead.

"Originally, I was going to solve you after three breaths, but I didn't expect an accident in the middle, and it took a lot of time, this kind of mistake is unacceptable. ”

He Zhengrong took a breath gently.

His eyes were serious again.

The body that was standing lazily also straightened up in the next moment, looked at Shainin, and said, "I'll give you three more breaths." ”

He felt that was humiliating.

He didn't want to explain, because that would be embarrassing.

So he didn't wait for Xie Ning to answer, and he had already drawn his sword.

Obviously, the meaning of the three breaths given this time is different from the last time.

One breath.

The sword rises.

Two breaths.

The sword falls.

Three breaths.

There are blood-colored plum blossoms blooming on the white snow.

Everyone who saw this picture couldn't help but straighten their backs.

The blood-colored plum blossoms that bloom are very charming and eye-catching.

The ink that paints Mei is naturally blood.

This blood belongs to Shainin.

His right shoulder was pierced.

Blood soaked the robe, leaving deep marks on the brown robe.

The right hand holding the sword trembled.

In the end, he couldn't hold the sword.

The short sword fell next to the scabbard that belonged to He Zhengrong.

Shainin's face gradually turned pale.

He looked at He Zhengrong in disbelief.

"This kid of the He family is extremely talented, and the sword is in his hand, as if it were a part of his body. He is still very young, and when he is fully grown, everyone in this mountain and river will know his name. ”

The strategists around King Yu gave He Zhengrong high recognition.

King Yu didn't speak, but his expression was a little complicated.

In normal times, he might have the idea of recruiting and cultivating He Zhengrong, but when he was hiding something in his heart, it was difficult for him to pay all his attention to He Zhengrong, a young man.

Because King Yu is not a cultivator, at best, he is just a martial arts master in the world.

Although in a sense, he can compare to a cultivator who has just entered the long journey, but after all, he does not have the ability to broaden his horizons.

What happened in the jungle was told to him by this strategist or his cronies, but he couldn't see it clearly.

He was very anxious about what Li Mengzhou, a young man, was doing.

But no one seemed to see it.

It seems that Li Mengzhou disappeared after stepping into the jungle.

This kind of situation also includes the disciple who does not fall from the mountain, Tang Tian.

Some people who had been arranged in advance had already set off to the scene, and the purpose was to bring back those disciples who had lost their ability to continue fighting after the defeat.

It's not a very long journey.

When they arrived, they found that they had to take one more person with them.

He Zhengrong had already retrieved the scabbard.

Xie Ning knelt on his knees, his face full of sluggishness, ignoring the bleeding wound.

The hand holding the sword was severely traumatized, and naturally it was incapacitated.

Xin Ming was still lying on the ground, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zheng Qian had already returned to Xie Ning's side, and there was not the slightest expression on his face.

Not far away, lay Zhou Luo.

The battle that belonged to Zheng Qian and Zhou Luo had ended in the process of those people rushing to the scene.

Zhou Luo and Zheng Qian both traveled far away, but the former was not as decisive as the latter, nor as ruthless as the latter.

But Zhou Luo was a sword cultivator after all.

So his defeat is a pity.

Jiang Zihua was very dissatisfied with this result.

In his opinion, Zhou Luo has a great chance to turn defeat into victory, and the most brilliant part of sword cultivation is to turn the tables in adversity, which can almost be called invincible in the same realm, although this does not include all sword cultivation, but Zhou Luo's qualifications are not bad, so Jiang Zihua did not expect Zhou Luo to lose at first.

Lu Jiuge has been watching very seriously, and said softly at this time: "Zhou Luo and Xin Ming seem to have played since childhood, and they were also admitted to the palace together, because he was worried about Xin Ming's injury, he repeatedly revealed flaws that should not have appeared, and that Zheng Qian's qualifications are indeed no worse than Zhou Luo, and it is not surprising that he will be defeated." ”

Jiang Zihua, who was originally very angry, was slightly stunned, then scratched his head and said, "This is also human nature." ”

He was obviously reluctant to refute Lu Jiuge, no matter what the reason, Zhou Luo had made a mistake that he shouldn't have made, but since Lu Jiuge helped explain it, then Jiang Zihua naturally agreed with it and highly respected it.

The outcome of this battle was very unfavorable to the Sword Academy.

Although He Zhengrong eliminated Xie Ning with absolute strength, it was equivalent to being exchanged by Zhou Luo and Xin Ming.

As a result, there were only three of the seven people in the Sword Academy who participated in the battle.

There are still a dozen people left without setting the mountain.

With the exit of the embarrassed and sluggish Shaining, Zhou Luo, and Xin Ming brothers, the battle here also attracted many people nearby.

The first to appear was Shen Jiyue.

The three men looked at each other.

Zheng Qian's face was extremely ugly.

Judging from He Zhengrong's easy defeat of Xie Ning, Zheng Qian would not feel that he was qualified to fight, and now that there is another Shen Jiyue, the situation is very unfavorable.

Moreover, although Zheng Qian defeated Zhou Luo, it was not easy for him to win.

At this moment, his heart was already budding with a retreat.

Anyway, the side of not falling down the mountain has an absolute advantage in numbers, and he doesn't need to fight two or two here, and fight with others, a fool will do this.

The period of the temporary stalemate here.

In a hidden position in the depths of the jungle, a figure slowly walked out.

He was dressed in a white robe, but because of his slightly darker complexion, it didn't seem to match each other.

He squinted his eyes slightly and muttered, "The game is on." ”