Shout!

The sound of the long sword bursting through the air rang out.

Leng Ye still had a reaction, only to feel a chill on his left shoulder, and when he looked down, the sword in Lin Beichen's hand had already pierced his left shoulder.

A kind of confusion permeated Leng Ye's heart.

What's going on?

What happened?

Why did Lin Beichen's sword stab into his shoulder in just a moment?

This confusion was replaced by intense pain in the next moment.

"Ho ho ...... Ah......h

Leng Ye finally screamed like a pig.

Poof!

Lin Beichen pulled out his long sword.

A bloody arrow came out.

Then, with a backhand sword spine, it was pumped on Leng Ye's right cheek, pumping it directly to the ground, wailing.

"Even a defective product like you, dare to provoke Young Master Ben?"

Lin Beichen squatted down, wiped the blood stains on the sword body on Leng Ye's clothes, and then flew up with a kick and kicked Leng Ye directly out of the ring.

Poof!

Leng Ye fell to the ground and fainted on the spot.

The invigilator was stunned, turned his head to look at Chu Zhen, the grade director on the viewing platform on the side, and saw that the latter nodded slightly, so he said loudly: "Lin Beichen wins!"

Under the ring, there was already a mess.

There was a class of students, their eyes rolled slightly, they thought of something, and directly raised their arms and shouted loudly: "Lin Beichen, you are too vicious, it's just a martial arts competition, and you actually stabbed Senior Brother Leng, you are simply inhumane." ”

"I protest, it's not a joust, it's murder. ”

"It's not human to treat your classmates so hard. ”

"I strongly ask the teacher to come forward and cancel Lin Beichen's ......"

For a while, it seemed to be excited.

Lin Beichen pointed the long sword in his hand and pointed at the students of that class, and said, "Are you not convinced? Get up and fight with Young Master Ben, stupid." ”

"I ......"

The student felt a void in his heart for no reason.

Although he was pointed at by a long sword, it was as if he was being held against his throat by the tip of the sword, and he shivered coldly, all the notes were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't spit out a word.

Everyone else wilted, too.

Where Lin Beichen's long sword pointed, the noisy crowd seemed to be a flame that had just burned, and it was like a basin of cold water that had been broken, and it was cold all of a sudden.

Cangchang!

He returned his sword to the sheath and walked off the ring step by step, without hurrying.

The black hair fluttered, reflecting the sun's radiance.

"Ahhhh ”

Three or five nymphomaniac female students were covering their faces and screaming.

Ding Sanshi, the swordsman of Class 9, had a scorching light in his eyes.

"Genius, true kendo genius. ”

"Even if he started cultivating the [Basic Swordsmanship Close Body Triple Link] from his mother's womb, being able to cultivate to this extent is enough to show his kendo talent, hehehe, it's him, the person I'm looking for is this stinky boy. ”

In an instant, the old teacher made a certain decision without hesitation.

farther away.

On the viewing platform.

Chu Zhen's face couldn't hide a smile, and said, "Haha, Brother Qingxuan, now that you have also seen Lin Beichen's actual combat performance, what is your evaluation?"

Li Qingxuan squinted his eyes and said, "The opponent's strength is too weak, and I can't judge anything." ”

Chu Zhen smiled and said, "Go on, haha, keep watching." ”

He now completely treats Lin Beichen as a baby bump.

Although it was announced that Lin Beichen's Xuan Qi level test results were temporarily invalid that day, it was just an excuse for the outside world.

The truth, he and several participants know very well.

The so-called [Measuring Xuanshi] failure is just a pretense, and it is because Li Qingxuan, an observer, is compulsorily required that the conclusion is given, and when the six-grade [Measuring Xuanshi] arrives, everything will fall into place.

Wha.

I'm in the third college, and I'm going to have a big baby.

As soon as I thought that at the college exchange meeting in the future, when I saw the grade directors of other colleges, I could hold and say, "Come on, let you see my big baby", and then the other party was instantly convinced, haha, that feeling was simply beautiful.

......

Dabi continued.

Half an hour later, the first round of jousting was over.

Fifty people were eliminated.

Fifty people made the cut.

The whole process was carried out under the supervision of the grade director Chu Zhen, the special observer Li Qingxuan, and dozens of other invigilators to ensure fairness and effectiveness.

In order to further ensure fairness, the 50 students who were promoted were again drawn by lot.

Lin Beichen drew No. 47.

"It's really related to 7. ”

Could it be that there are 7 meanings in the dark?

Lin Beichen looked at the nameplate in his hand.

This time, without waiting too long, it was time for his battle round.

When he stepped into the ring, he saw his opponent clearly.

"Hehe, where do you not meet in life, are you not surprised, surprised, and exciting?"

Lin Beichen laughed.

Because the student with an embarrassed face on the other side was the guy who fought for Leng Ye not long ago and incited others to attack him.

"You...... Don't go too far. ”

The student said tremblingly.

Lin Beichen almost burst out laughing.

This conversation, if it is changed to a woman, is it nutritious, right?

"If I'm not mistaken, you're on the same shift, right?"

Lin Beichen Road.

The student said: "That's right, my best friend is Senior Brother Wu Xiaofang, you ......"

The voice did not fall.

The sword flashed.

Poof.

Poof.

The sound of the sword stabbing in and out rang out almost simultaneously.

Bang!

A kick in the abdomen.

The student was kicked out of the ring and slammed to the ground.

The whole process takes less than a breath of time.

At this time, his screams like killing pigs rang out.

Like Leng Ye, his right arm was pierced by a long sword, which can be regarded as a serious injury.

But this is within the allowable scope of the rules of the actual combat competition.

Because some good quality herbal pills can treat such penetrating injuries in a very short time.

As long as it does not hurt one's life, it is not the kind of mutilating injury that is a broken limb or arm, it can be saved.

The purpose of the actual combat ring is to let the students feel the moment of life and death, and remember this feeling of real battle, too many constraints, but lose the meaning of actual combat.

This time, no one dared to take the opportunity to attack Lin Beichen.

The eyes of the prodigal son will be retributed, which makes many people feel chills in their hearts.

After the invigilator announced the results of the battle loudly, Lin Beichen Qingyi took his sword, step by step, without hurrying, and slowly walked down from the ring.

"It's so handsome. ”

More than a dozen female trainees covered their faces and screamed under the ring.

Well, the number of scumbag support wives has increased a little more.

Time passes.

The joust continues.

Poof!

Xue Yue, a student of the ninth class of the second grade, fell heavily from the ring, vomited blood and fell into a coma.

"I said, the students of Class 9, I see one and abuse one. ”

Wu Xiaofang stood in the ring and sneered, and said condescendingly: "If you want to blame, blame you for having a classmate named Lin Beichen." ”

The students of Class 9 stood under the ring, daring to be angry but not daring to speak.

This Wu Xiaofang is really too vicious.

It is clear that for the students of Class 9, every time they are not only defeated, but also seriously injured and verbally humiliated, there is Cheng Ku in the front, and Xue Yue in the back, which is beyond the meaning of the ring battle, and it is clearly deliberately insulting people.