Although Lin Suixin's arrangement was really casual, judging from the entire process of his arrangement, including his words when he faced the questioning of the selection of students, the teachers of most cultivation places still found the rules, or strict rules.

Before the start of the Minshan Sword Meeting, the Minshan Sword Sect had obviously done a detailed investigation of each selected student, not only limited to talent and cultivation, but also past conduct.

In the previous few levels, the performance of all the selected students has been comprehensively evaluated by Lin Suixin.

The talent and cultivation are slightly weaker, and the selected students who have some problems with their past conduct will often be arranged for one or two more duels in this final sword test.

This may seem unfair, but it is the last chance given to them by the Minshan Sword Society.

As long as you can still win one or two more battles and enter the top ten, you will still have the opportunity to enter the cultivation of the Minshan Sword Sect.

This Minshan Sword Society, after all, is not a competition to win a false name, but the Minshan Sword Sect is selecting its own beginner disciples.

According to the rules shown by Lin Suixin, or the strict rules, now the teachers of most of the cultivation places have seen that in addition to Ding Ning, Zhang Yi, Yi Xin and others who have entered the top ten, Ye Haoran, Gu Xichun and others, the last competition should be between He Chaoxi and another selected student, who was born in the Chaolu Sword Academy.

At this time, although He Chaoxi was exhausted, and his physical strength and true yuan were also extremely depleted, Lu Qige's situation was even more difficult, this young man who was ranked forty miles away in the talent book had broken his left arm when he persevered in the previous battle, and there were no less than ten bleeding wounds on his body, because of the massive blood loss, he had become extremely weak.

In everyone's opinion, the winner of this last game should naturally be He Chaoxi.

It's just that counting He Chaoxi, there is still one less candidate in the final top ten.

Could it be that the perseverance of this deer song has also been affirmed by Lin Suixin, and then he and He Chaoxi don't need to fight again, and directly rank in the last top ten?

However, at this moment, Lin Suixin had already let the teachers of these cultivation places know that this assumption was not true.

Because at this time, Lin Suixin had already spoken out to He Chaoxi, who turned around and walked back.

"You don't have to go back because you have one last game to play. ”

He said this to He Chaoxi, who was already soaked with sweat, without emotion, and then continued without pause: "He Chaoxi, sing to the deer." ”

"Be careful. ”

At the same time as He Chaoxi's footsteps stopped, Zhang Yi shouted softly at He Chaoxi.

Baiyang Cave belongs to the Qingteng Sword Academy, Zhang Yi, Ding Ning, He Chaoxi, and Nangong Caishu can all be regarded as the same door, and they are fighting side by side from beginning to end, in the eyes of others, Zhang Yi's words of cheering and reminder are nothing, but for Zhang Yi, who is usually low-key and humble, it is very unusual to speak out like this in such a public occasion.

Zhang Yi's mood at this time was very excited and joyful.

Because he knew that if Xue Wangxu was still alive, he would definitely be very happy and feel beautiful when he and Ding Ning could enter the top ten every day.

......

He Chaoxi nodded, turned around slowly, adjusted his breathing as much as possible, and turned around and walked towards the field where he had just fought.

On the other side, a purple-shirted young man who had fixed his left hand firmly on his body with a bandage and his hair was already soaked in cold sweat was also hobbling towards He Chaoxi.

This talented man named Lu Qige seems to pay a lot for every step he takes, and looking at the way he walks, many people can't help but feel that he doesn't feel like he is walking on solid flat ground, but walking on a bed of nails with every step.

It seemed that the outcome could be determined just from his posture, but at this moment, a change occurred that shocked everyone.

A cold aura formed around his body, and then quickly released into the surrounding heaven and earth.

The reason why it is said to be cold is because at the same time that this cold breath makes people feel it, the inside of the young man's body seems to be extremely empty, so that most of the real chill shrinks into his body instead.

For all the cultivators in the field, this strange feeling was like a piece of ice planted in front of the forest in the summer, and everyone felt that the ice was cold, and felt that the ice was exuding coldness, but they didn't feel the real coldness, and all the cold air contracted towards the inside of the ice.

A clear inhalation sound rang out from the group of cultivators who were watching.

As this cold aura was generated, Lu Qige's long black hair, which had been soaked in cold sweat, began to slowly flutter back, completely revealing his pale face without a trace of blood.

Immediately afterward, his cheeks were slightly sunken, as if he had lost weight sharply.

In the air around him, there was a hissing sound, and there were many invisible traces of heaven and earth vitality surging from all directions, pouring into his body.

It's like a dry pond being filled up in an instant, and the body of the deer is beginning to feel full.

His pale countenance began to glow with iron, but his sunken cheeks were back to their original state.

Everyone felt as if weakness had left his body.

He's getting stronger.

"How so?"

"What kind of exercise is this?"

Zhang Yi, who had just been bold enough to remind He Chaoxi, turned her head to look at Ding Ning in shock, and couldn't help but speak out again and again.

Everyone in the room was shocked.

Even Ding Ning frowned deeply, and his face was very solemn.

He knew what kind of exercise it was, but he had only known about this kind of exercise before, and had not seen it with his own eyes.

This kind of exercise is very subtle and very useful.

Therefore, at this time, he was more focused than ever on perceiving all the changes in the vitality of the heaven and earth around him, including perceiving all the changes in Lu Qige's body, and he didn't even notice Zhang Yi's question at this time.

......

The cold aura began to disappear from Lu Qige's body.

In the moment of complete disappearance, his body began to glow with real coldness, and a white flake of cold mist visible to the naked eye formed around his body, splashing outward, like flakes of frozen waves flying.

There is also a trace of red vitality, like a line of blood.

"No wonder you have to stick to it. ”

Jing Liuli looked at such a different phase, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she said coldly: "This sword meeting is really not simple, even a technique like the Blood Demon Skill will appear." ”

"Bloody Demon Skill!"

After she spoke a few breaths, the master of the cultivation place let out an exclamation.

"It turned out to be a bloody demonic skill!"

This exclamation caused an instant shock.

"What kind of exercise is this?"

In the midst of an exclamation, Zhang Yi, who had not received an answer from Ding Ning, turned his head to look at Dugu Bai and the others as if asking for help, at this time his worry about He Chaoxi had long exceeded the quest for knowledge itself.

"An evil sect of the previous dynasty. ”

Dugu Bai took a deep breath, looked at him and said solemnly, "In the case of a large amount of blood loss, you can use your empty bloodline as a rune to guide the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi, but the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi used to use this exercise is too cold, even if you can improve your combat power for a short time, it is not conducive to future cultivation." ”

Zhang Yi is smarter than most people think, even if Dugu Bai says so, he still understands the power of this exercise.

Even though this kind of exercise can be regarded as an evil sect exercise that stimulates vitality for a while, it can at least allow a practitioner to improve his combat power for a short time after shedding a lot of blood on the battlefield, and even become more powerful than before he was injured.

In some battlefields of life and death, the most important issue for practitioners is survival, not the future of practice.

"Everyone felt that my blood was running dry, that I was going to fail. ”

At this moment, Lu Qige, who walked to the opposite side of He Chaoxi, stopped, raised his head and looked at He Chaoxi and said, "It's just that I don't want to lose." ”

His tone was calm, but everyone could feel his determination.

He Chaoxi usually has very few words, but when he heard Lu Qige's words, he raised his head slightly and said, "I don't want to either." ”

"Can you still win?"

Lu Qige glanced at He Chaoxi and the big sword he was carrying mockingly, and sneered.

He is usually not a particularly arrogant person, but at this time, the other party's situation and his own strength have naturally changed him.

While sneering, he trampled on the ground, stretched out his hand and smashed it towards He Chaoxi with a sword.

He didn't even salute with a sword.

But at this time, no one cared about such details.

What he held in his hand was a copper-colored long sword, which contained the power he had exchanged for a great price at this time, but such a simple sword momentum burst out with an extremely arrogant power, giving people the feeling that it was like a mountain peak falling from the sky and pressing down towards He Chaoxi.

And He Chaoxi is like a small tree, which can only be crushed into powder.

When there was a bang.

He Chaoxi's sword was already in his hand, but his body instantly bounced backwards.

The figure of the deer song appeared where he had been standing.

He Chaoxi's body carried a puff of smoke and dust, and it fell only a few feet away from the edge of the sword mark in the field.

Wisps of blood ran down the hilt of his sword between his palms.

There was also a wisp of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, but his face was still calm and calm, and his gaze fell on the extraordinarily thick long sword in his hand.

This cyan broadsword feels more like a long knife for cutting horses.

When He Chaoxi's gaze fell on the sword in his hand, Lu Qige suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he immediately reacted that something was wrong.