Both of them seemed to be monks with speed, and there were still a few afterimages in the air.

After a few tentative rounds of tentative exchanges, the sound of clanging weapons clashing stopped.

One of them took out a few small flags from his arms, and with a wave of his big hand, four small flags stood around the test bench, and in an instant, thick smoke spread on the test bench.

Chang Ling also discovered that there was an invisible barrier set up on the test table, and it should be that the people inside could come out, but the people outside could not enter.

All attacks with spiritual power are also blocked by this barrier.

The gray fog in the field gradually thickened, and the movements of the people inside could not be seen clearly outside, and there was a sigh for a while.

However, the sigh did not last long, and after a few breaths, an unconscious figure slammed into the ground.

The gray mist on the test table dissipated, and the old man with white hair stuck out his tongue and licked the blood stained on his face.

His robe was torn and his body was covered with deep wounds that could be seen to the bone, but he stood there steadily.

"Come again. He shouted, a somewhat defiant smile on his face.

A young man sitting beside Chang Ling clenched his fists and stood up quickly, and walked quickly onto the test table......

After watching the competition in the morning, there were not a few competitions where anyone died on the spot, most of them were broken meridians, missing an arm or leg, or the dantian was shattered.

At best, he will become a waste person in the future.

After all, although this competition said that it doesn't matter if you live or die, if you really kill someone, you have to compensate one hundred lower-grade spirit stones according to the routine.

Whose life is worth this price in the eyes of others?

Most battles last about half an hour, and a person who defeats his opponent gets a quarter of an hour of recuperation.

Soon, it was Chang Ling's turn to face off.

After Luo Shui also read the name, Chang Ling took a deep breath and walked up to the test table with his feet raised.

Standing across from her was a man more than eight feet tall with a big waist and a round waist.

This man had a hammer the size of several heads in one hand, and when he swung it in the air, it brought the sound of whirring wind.

Look, this is individual cultivation.

"Chang Ling. Chang Ling had to raise her head to see this person's face, and she was the first to speak.

The big man was stunned for a moment, and grinned, "I won't tell the dead my name." ”

This arrogant words made Chang Ling not know how to take it for a while, she didn't even take out the Yuan Sacrifice Sword to deal with this big man, the broken sword Chixiao held in her hand, plus her thin figure and somewhat pale face, she looked weak and pitiful.

She silently raised her sword and held it in front of her, signaling that the competition could begin.

The big man laughed wildly a few times, brandished a sledgehammer and ran towards Chang Ling, as soon as he moved, it seemed that the entire test table trembled a little.

The speed at which he was running did not match his massive size at all, and he came to Chang Ling's side almost instantly.

Ling Feng's body technique was activated instantly, and Chang Ling's body twisted into a shape that ordinary people could barely imagine, avoiding the sledgehammer that smashed at her.

There was a hint of astonishment on the big man's face, and then the hammer in the other hand followed unceremoniously.

Hammer after hammer, blocking the area where Chang Ling retreated, whirring wind, each blow seemed to hit Chang Ling's face, directly smashing her beautiful head.

The Chixiao Sword that Chang Ling was holding collided with the sledgehammer clanging once, and every time it hit, Chang Ling was worried that the Chixiao Sword would be directly smashed into several pieces.

Fortunately, the Chixiao Sword has always been strong enough.

After these days of training, Chang Ling's sword qi is already not to be underestimated, Rao is this big man is individual cultivation, one after another sword qi slashed up, and a trace of wounds appeared on his bronzed skin, and blood continued to seep out.

The attack failed to hit, and the big man stopped in a rough dress.

The injuries on his body had already made him feel unbearable pain, and if he continued to wear it out like this, his defeat was almost doomed.

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, and ate a large amount of pills, and his state suddenly improved a lot.

He put the handles of the two sledgehammers together, and with a 'click', the two sledgehammers joined together, and he shook the weapon in the air a few times with one hand, as if testing the feel.

Suddenly, he slammed towards Chang Ling's side.

After Chang Ling dodged the two flying hammer heads, suddenly the weapon that was together was disconnected from the middle, and the sledgehammer under it smashed straight towards Chang Ling.

Chang Ling couldn't dodge, and was hit in the abdomen with a strong sturdy, and the whole person flew out upside down.

Chang Ling hurriedly recalled the Chixiao Sword, stood behind him, barely stabilized his figure, and was almost about to fall out of the test table.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and hurriedly rolled around the stage a few times, barely avoiding the big man's fist.

His fist slammed into the test table, and for a moment both inside and outside the arena seemed to be stunned.

The audience watched in amazement as Chang Ling's fragile little body quickly dodged and got up after receiving such a blow, and it seemed that it was no different from before.

"Could this big man be the legendary flower fist embroidered legs?" someone asked tentatively.

"Then you can try it yourself. The person next to him replied unceremoniously.

Because Chang Ling was wearing soft armor and a strong body, such a blow did not bring her any damage, but allowed her to figure out the attack routine of the big man.

Then she carefully guarded against this big man's strange weapon, and even used his good speed to test the proficiency of her Ling Feng body technique.

Ever since she had fought against Gray Shadow herself in the Corpse Secret Realm, she had a deeper understanding of Ling Feng's body technique, and she happened to meet such an opponent, so she reluctantly tested it.

Ling Feng must not only be above the wind, but also use the slightest wisp of air for his own use.

Chang Ling was quite comfortable, but the state of the big man was not good.

He had the feeling that he was constantly being played, but he couldn't break free from this state.

I don't know when it started, the situation on the battlefield was controlled by Chang Ling, he seemed to just passively follow her, constantly swinging the hammer, and then failed.

His spiritual power and physical strength are rapidly consuming, and he found a few free days to hurry up with the pills, but it was still difficult to hide the decline.

Even later, he was already a little self-defeating and hopeless, and he could already anticipate his failure.

The consequences of failure in such an environment are self-evident.

From the moment he stepped on this testing platform, from the time he made life and death his creed, he should have thought that such a day would come.

I don't know if it's because of excessive blood loss, he even has a little shortness of breath.