The sun was about to disappear into the distant horizon, and the fiery clouds in the sky were so red that they seemed to be about to burn for real.

All the candidates, even some who were seriously injured, struggled to get up, because the final sword test was about to begin.

Xie Rou looked at Ding Ning's side face, she saw that Ding Ning's eyes were lit up, and the sky on his side was darkening, she lowered her head and saw her shadow like a faint wing behind Ding Ning's shadow.

She felt more and more that she was not from Ding Ning's world, but at this time, she felt that even if it could only be a small invisible wing behind Ding Ning, she would do her best.

"There are stages in everyone's life when they are not convinced and unconvinced. ”

The palace maid surnamed Rong walked out of the resting tent, walked past the side of the middle-aged man in the yellow robe who stood with her head bowed, she stared at the fiery clouds in the distance, and said coldly: "I just taught them that people must accept their fate. ”

"Mountains are naturally high and low, let alone people. Those mountains that are naturally short want to compete with the high mountains, in addition to wasting their efforts, they will also make themselves and others unpleasant. ”

"Banishment for a dog represents justice in the eyes of a child and stupidity in the eyes of an adult. ”

The middle-aged man in the yellow robe listened quietly to the words of the palace maid surnamed Rong, and there was no look of dissatisfaction or opposition in his eyes.

Because he felt that what the palace maid surnamed Rong said was the truth, he also had a stage of not accepting his fate, but now he is very resigned to his fate.

If people accept their fate, they will not be too unwilling, but the most difficult thing in life is to accept their fate.

Among the many officials who entered the valley, Sikong Lian, the deputy head of the Department of Rites, looked at Ding Ning and the others who stood up, and his eyes gradually lit up.

The sword appeared silently behind Jing Liuli.

"This final sword test should be the most exciting and intense of all the sword tests in the past. Looking at all the candidates who were standing silently on both sides of the shed, Tantai Guanjian shook his head and said softly with some emotion.

Jing Liuli nodded, agreeing with his opinion, but she didn't have the slightest pride, because the main reason was that the young man from the humble alley and the low-level cultivation place refused to accept his fate.

"Cheng Donglai. ”

A cold cry that seemed abrupt sounded in the valley.

Hearing his name, the selected student was suddenly shocked, and looked at the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator wearing a green jade robe who spoke coldly.

"I'm sorry for the bell. ”

It wasn't until the voice of this Minshan Sword Sect cultivator sounded that this Xuan student and everyone around him completely reacted, and the final sword test had already begun without any opening words.

"It's not fair!"

At the moment of reaction, the first candidate whose name was mentioned screamed out in a distracted manner.

Many people feel the same way in their hearts.

This candidate named Cheng Donglai was born in the Secret Stone Dao Academy, and his latest ranking on the talent book is forty-one, and his opponent Zhong Zhen was born in the Jingnian Sword Academy, and he is ranked twenty-one in the talent book, and there is a big gap between the two in terms of cultivation, especially at this time, Cheng Donglai's left thigh has a serious penetrating wound, which is not only inconvenient, but also may cause heavy bleeding if he moves violently, on the other hand, Zhong Zheng has only some minor injuries on his body.

"What's unfair?"

However, hearing Cheng Donglai's distraction shouting, the cultivator of the Minshan Sword Sect who announced the battle just glanced at him expressionlessly, and said slowly: "The battle is just a random extraction, there is a gap in cultivation, it is just a problem of daily cultivation, and the injuries on the body are only remnants of the previous level, do you think that the sword club will only have a final sword test, and the previous assessment will not be counted?"

"If you feel that it is unfair, you can abstain from voting. After a pause, the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator added without any emotion.

The face of the candidate named Cheng Donglai was as white as snow, but listening to these words, he couldn't speak, and he didn't dare to say anything to refute them.

The rest of the candidates could only remain silent.

Such a confrontation was only drawn by this Minshan Sword Sect cultivator, and there were naturally many points worth scrutinizing and questioning, especially now that there were a total of forty-five students who passed the previous level, so if they faced each other in pairs, one of them would definitely have one less battle and have a big advantage.

However, this is the sword meeting of the Minshan Sword Sect, this is the rule of the Minshan Sword Sect, and it is the same as what this Minshan Sword Sect cultivator said, if you feel that it is unfair, there can be no other way than to quit.

"Sun Changzhi, to Zeng Kaitian. ”

"Nie Yan, right Mo Yu. ”

“......”

The cultivators of the Minshan Sword Sect who announced the battle were not interested in seeing the expressions of Cheng Donglai and the others, but continued to speak unhurriedly.

Listening to his announcement, all the candidates had different expressions and reactions, some looked calm, some sneered silently, some smiled reluctantly, and some had faces like ashes.

"Huang Pulian, to Xie Rou. ”

As these candidates expected, after the eighth group of opponents was announced, the Minshan Sword Sect cultivator, who always didn't seem to have much expression on his face, paused, and then casually pointed towards the eight-sided field, signaling that the two sides whose names he read out could now enter.

After following the gesture of this Minshan Sword Sect cultivator to the venues that were about to fall into darkness, almost all of the selected students' eyes fell on Xie Rou.

The reason is simple.

Although what everyone wanted to see most was Ding Ning's battle, among the first batch of sixteen people to start the sword test, Xie Rou was the only cultivator who stood next to Ding Ning, on the other side of the humble shack.

The eyes of Xu Lianhua and the others were very solemn.

Huang Pulian's ranking on the talent book was seventeen, and Xie Rou was not practicing in Changling in the first place, so she didn't have any ranking on the talent book at all.

In the eyes of the vast majority of selected students, she, like Xie Changsheng, should have relied on the financial resources of the Xie family and used some dishonorable means to obtain the qualification to participate in the Minshan Sword Club.

Xie Rou also didn't expect that she happened to be the first cultivator to fight here, and at this time, under the gaze of everyone, she couldn't help but start to get nervous, and her right hand holding the sword began to tremble slightly.

The black sword in her hand trembled as well.

Looking at the black sword in her hand, which was no different from the appearance of Daqin's ordinary standard long sword, the vast majority of the students felt even more that she could not have a chance to win.

However, no one noticed that not far behind Huang Pu Lian, a cultivator wearing the same robe as Huang Pu Lian's face changed suddenly, of course he couldn't have expected Huang Pu Lian to meet Xie Rou, but he remembered some pictures in the sea of thorns.

He opened his mouth, and couldn't help but want to speak.

However, at this moment, a cultivator of the Minshan Sword Sect appeared in front of him.

This Minshan Sword Sect cultivator came from the side, and at this time he was only facing away from him, but this cultivator who wanted to make a voice to remind Huang Pulian suddenly realized something, and closed his mouth with a pale face.

The sword test had already begun, and according to the rules that Jing Ruri had said, he couldn't say any more words of reminder now.

Xie Rou took a deep breath and prepared to appear.

Ding Ning's expression was calm, and he looked at her and nodded.

It's just such a simple action, but Xie Rou suddenly has a lot more confidence.

Her hand holding the sword no longer trembled.

......

Huang Pulian had also moved forward, walking towards the field marked by a sword, his figure was tall, his face was solemn, and his eyes were also calmly looking straight ahead, giving people the taste of a general in the army.

According to some definite information, Huang Pulian and some students of the Tieping Sword Academy even participated in some battles in which the Great Qin army regained Yangshan County on the eve of the Lushan Alliance.

Compared with Xie Rou, he was very confident from the beginning.

Therefore, he didn't even glance back at his master, and he didn't notice that a cultivator of the Minshan Sword Sect was deliberately blocking his master.

He also had the demeanor of a Changling cultivator observing etiquette, and instead of walking to the closest venue to him, he walked to the closest venue to Xie Rou.

"Please. ”

When Xie Rou walked to the opposite side of him and paused, he drew his sword and crossed his chest and bowed his head.

At this time, most of the other two sides were also in place, but because this battle had a special meaning, most of the eyes outside the court were still focused on him and Xie Rou.

The sky was already getting dark, and no one in the Minshan Sword Sect seemed to have any intention of lighting a fire, but when Huang Pu even drew his sword and crossed his chest, the field within a radius of dozens of zhang lit up.

The long sword in Huang Pulian's hand was golden all over, and the golden light was as dazzling as substance, and the runes on the sword body naturally formed seven dazzling spots of light under the slight surge of his true yuan.

This sword is the Seven Yao Sword.

In the past, the suzerain sword of Qiyao Palace, a famous training place in Korea.

A good sword that fell into the Sword Valley of the Minshan Sword Sect and was selected by Huang Pulian in this sword meeting.

"Please. ”

Xie Rou also crossed the sword.

The black sword in her hand was even more dim under the light of the opponent's dazzling sword light.

However, for some reason, Huang Pulian's eyelids jumped slightly unconsciously, and he felt an indescribable dangerous aura.