"Hey, I did cheer you up, but I didn't give you a perfect score. Xia Qian said this in a dissatisfied tone, but his expression was too happy.

Xia Yu turned her head with teary eyes and let out a blank sigh.

Xia Qian couldn't cry or laugh when he saw that he was still out of condition. He picked up the longbow he had dropped again, mounted the arrow, and took aim. A pair of eyes wandered around and found Master Wanjian hiding in the northeast corner.

The sun was cut into a straight line by the obscuration of the wall, and Master Ten Thousand Swords hid behind the dividing line between light and shadow. His long eyebrows and long beard obscured his countenance, and he looked pale from afar. He raised two fingers towards Xia Qian and bent them.

Xia Qian saw it, bowed his head slightly, and glanced at the viewing platforms on both sides, feeling the gathered gaze. He returned his gaze to the target in front of him, took a breath, and evened out the strength of his whole body. On the index finger and middle finger of his right hand, he gathered spiritual power.

The arrows were running at high speed, piercing the calm wind.

Bang Bang Bang ......

The target penetrates as easily as broken paper, one by one, one by one, and pierces lightly.

Another arrow fixed on the wall, all ten targets were destroyed! The drums sounded again, but whenever they got a perfect score, they would beat the drums.

"Hmph. When Xia Qian snorted lightly, cracks appeared on all ten sides of the target that had been penetrated, and then they shattered into small pieces, and fell to the ground in an instant, leaving only the bare target frame standing on the ground.

"This man actually shot the target apart?! This hard spirit is also terrifyingly strong. "It was the disciple of the Heavenly Array Hall next door who spoke. Their reorganization competition ended yesterday, and they came to watch the game of Tianshu Pavilion today.

"Such a powerful person, Senior Brother Xia Lin, do you know him?"

Xia Lin sat in the audience, staring at Xia Qian on the field, silent.

Xia Qian raised his eyebrows at Xia Qiong and smiled defiantly.

Xia Qiong glared coldly, he picked up his longbow and shot his last arrow, which was still nine points.

"Who is the waste?" Xia Qian laughed, and also shot his last arrow, which was a slam again.

There was a commotion below, looking at Xia Gan's eyes unconsciously changed, and turned into fear, especially those who had offended him, and bowed their heads timidly.

Only Xia Yu was left in the audience and did not finish his test. He raised his longbow in full view of everyone. Now he was full of confidence, and just as he was about to shoot the last arrow in perfect condition, the contusion on his wrist suddenly burst into pain, and his pulse beat suddenly, and he wanted to break through the skin, and his whole arm was spasming and trembling.

His face was bitter and hideous, and he reluctantly let go of his arrows. This time the score was not ideal, only six. Xia Qian saw that he was in a strange situation, and hurriedly asked him about his status. Xia Yu clutched his wrists, gritted his teeth and shook his head. A stream of blood crept down his wrist.

Xia Qiong lowered her head slightly, her face was covered with shadows, and the corners of her mouth were quietly curved.

This is the end of the first level, with seventeen points as the dividing line, brushing off half of the people, Xia Yu narrowly passed. The remaining thirty-six people are randomly matched, and teams of two play the elimination round of the second level. The knockout round is a flexible use of spiritual power control and power, and it is a real battle.

There was an hour's rest before the start of the game, Xia Yu's hands were uncomfortable, so Xia Qian found Xia Lin to take a look for him. He himself went to the Ten Thousand Swords Building to find the Ten Thousand Swords Master.

Although Xia Yu saw Xia Lin for the first time, he had already learned his name from the mouths of the masters of various disciplines, a genius boy in formation skills. He didn't know how this Xia Zhi had dealings with such a powerful character as Xia Lin, and he saw that the two of them spoke well, not a one-day or two-day friendship. It's just that his hand pain is unbearable right now, and he doesn't have time to think too much.

Xia Lin silently opened his wrist, centered on the pulse, the black-purple veins extended out, the lower half of the palm was already purple, and the epidermis bulged, like a spider web, wrapped his entire wrist in this dense web of tendons.

Xia Lin stretched out a finger to touch his pulse, and Xia Yu immediately screamed in pain.

"Who did it?" he asked hurriedly.

Xia Yu hung his head, obviously unwilling to reveal the truth.

Xia Lin frowned: "You give up the next game." ”

Xia Yu raised his head violently and looked at him with wide eyes, his eyes revealing pleading and unwillingness.

Xia Lin avoided his gaze and used his spirit in his hand to heal his wounds. "If you forcibly use spiritual power, your right hand may never be able to use it. With my ability, I can only help you with the pain temporarily. ”

The dried tears on Xia Yu's face were refreshed by hot tears, tears like jade chopsticks, and she sobbed silently.

Xia Lin listened to his constant sobbing and had mixed feelings. But now there are more doubts in my heart, and only the one who will take the pulse will be the one. But he wouldn't be so ruthless to this ordinary teenager.

The two sat quietly opposite each other, and Xia Lin's spiritual power really eased his pain.

Xia Qian rushed into the dormitory to break the calm atmosphere, and he dragged Xia Lin to greet the situation. Xia Lin was about to tell the truth, but was overshadowed by Xia Yu.

"It's fine, just skin trauma. ”

Xia Qian smiled: "That's good, it's okay." ”

Xia Yu nodded after him, and secretly pulled Xia Lin's sleeve, shook his head at him, and motioned for him to keep it a secret.

Xia Lin didn't know what he decided, and it had nothing to do with him, so he didn't meddle with things.

Today's dining hall has changed its atmosphere. When Xia Qian and Xia Yu arrived, it was rare for them to be unstoppable, and there were even people who specially vacated their places to give them up. Xia Qian snorted coldly, thinking that the atmosphere of the Heavenly Book Pavilion was really corrupt, and Xia Qiong was the initiator.

Xia Qiong was still surrounded by a few loyal companions, and she still had suspicions of luck about Xia Yu's amazing behavior in the morning. Among them was the Qingdai disciple who bullied Xia Yu in the firewood room, Xia Cheng.

"Hmph, it's just that the blind cat ran into a dead mouse, thinking that he wouldn't take the brothers in his eyes when he became a blockbuster. ”

Xia Qian stood in front of Xia Yu, crossed his waist and replied, "You're not blind, you touch one." ”

"You!" Xia Chengfang was about to answer, but was stopped by Xia Xiao. "Why bother talking to them, some people will never know their part until the end. ”

Xia Qiong didn't say a word from beginning to end, just glanced at the door when there was a yin outside, and just met Xia Yu's gaze, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and a confident and cold look appeared from the corners of his eyes. Xia Yu unconsciously withdrew his gaze and quietly held his injured right wrist.

Again, the same situation as three months ago.

Lunch was hastily eaten. In a moment, all the disciples who entered the knockout round gathered in the arena. Xia Gan's dress was still out of place with everyone, and he was the only one in the audience wearing a white dress. This is not to blame him, he can't wear the sect master uniform to participate in the disciple competition.

Matchmaking for the playoffs has been prepared during the break. The examiner and teacher wiped their empty hands, and pairs of glittering names appeared in the air.

"The first game of the knockout round, eighteen groups, start now!" "The drum tee, as dreary as ever, is inspiring in the warm sunshine.

Xia Qian was fortunate to play the opening stage, he didn't look at the name of the opponent, he probably didn't know it, so he simply jumped directly on the small half-acre round platform, which was also wide around, but it was also limited. Because he was three feet above the ground, he felt alone.

The other party also came to the stage, and it was an orange headband to estimate the strength of the other party. Moving his gaze down to his appearance, Xia Qian immediately remembered that it was the Xia Shi who kicked his ass. He often followed Xia Qiong, so much so that it was difficult to notice him.

Xia Shi was far away from him at this time, far from him. The momentum is extraordinary. "I advise you to remember my name, otherwise you won't have a chance in the future. ”

Xia Qian smiled lightly, twisted his neck and twisted his waist. When a gong and drum struck, he rushed out, the sword in his hand was unsheathed, and a strong sword wind blew out, lifting a shallow layer of dust on the ground and paving away.

Xia Shi covered his face in the dust to prevent the sand and gravel from getting into his eyes. Xia Qian took advantage of his unpreparedness, got behind him, turned around and kicked him hard in the ass, kicking him out of the dust mist. It's a pity that this Xia Shi fell into the mud without even drawing his sword, and the sword was thrown far away. In the face of Xia Qian's pursuit, he quickly got up and deliberately set up a formation. But before he could concentrate on the formation, Xia Qian, who rushed to the front of him, grabbed his palm and folded his wrist.

"Ahh Xia Shi screamed in pain. The facial features are hideous.

Jiuxiaozi's face on the viewing platform suddenly became solemn, and the examiners below also had gloomy eyebrows.

Xia Qian pushed him aside, picked up his unsheathed sword on tiptoe, and actually sent it to him with his own hand and asked him to draw his sword.

The right half of Xia Shi's body was like a tearing pain, although he had doubts, he still did not hesitate to take it. Just as he was about to fight back fiercely, Xia Qian stabbed his paralyzed right wrist with a sword. Xia Shi's right hand was powerless to escape, so he had to retreat with his right foot, blocking it with his left shoulder, and the long sword in his hand drew a sharp sword aura.

I saw Xia Qian reversing the long sword, and the hilt of the sword was facing upwards and poking at the numb point of Xia Shi's elbow. Xia Shi's left forearm was out of force, and the sword slipped from his five fingers. Xia Qian saw the opportunity to coil the opponent's sword, and circled around the body of his long sword. With his right foot, he kicked him out two feet away, and then struck his long sword out together, flying towards his heart.

Xia Shi's right wrist was fractured, his left arm was paralyzed, and the speed of the sword was unavoidable. He closed his eyes with resentment, and his face was full of remorse and unwillingness.

With lightning and thunder, Xia Qian followed and fled, and at the moment when the sword pierced into his chest, he grabbed the hilt of the menacing long sword, preventing it from going.

Xia Shi exhaled a breath of the aftermath of his life.

Xia Qian still smiled lightly, and handed the sword to him again. Xia Shi still took his sword without hesitation. With the weapon in hand, he gained confidence again, and with a kick of his legs, a carp stood up neatly.

Xia Qian suddenly appeared behind him, and when he was unprepared, the back swing of the long sword stabbed his fingers holding the sword. Xia Shi let go, and the long sword landed again, this time the hilt touched the ground, and the tip of the sword pointed to the sky. Xia Qian lightly kicked his back knee, and he fell down, his eyebrows facing the sharp tip of the sword.

For a moment, he had already thought of the scene of the skull being pierced and the blood flowing. At this moment, Xia Qian grabbed his hairband and pulled it back, allowing him to escape again. It didn't go as he thought.

Xia Qian turned around and returned to him, picked up the long sword, and sent it to him for the third time.

Xia Shi hesitantly stretched out his hand, and his fingertips touched the warm hilt of the sword, and Xia Gan's voice like a hellish ghost reached his ears: "Do you guess, I will save you next time?"

His fingertips trembled violently, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still took it. But he was slow to act, and the first two defeats made him doubly cautious. He followed Xia Qian closely, and did not dare to relax for a moment.

Xia Qian raised his head at him and said, "You took the wrong sword." ”

Xia Shi looked down, and then took another kick in the chest. This kick was so sharp that his internal organs were displaced. Xia Qian pointed behind him. He looked out of his hand and saw that his saber had somehow left his palm and was standing diagonally behind him.

This time it was right on the back of his neck.

Realizing this, his eyes suddenly turned white, and the sky was spinning, and his face was full of horror.

"Ah!!h

Xia Qian swung a sword qi and swung the erected long sword away. He retrieved Xia Shi's sword and delivered it to him for the fourth time.

"What is that guy doing? The difference in strength between the two of them was obvious, he could have won, why did he have to return the sword to him again and again?" The disciple of the Heavenly Array Hall looked at Xia Lin.

Xia Lin frowned, obviously not understanding the reason.

"The means are ruthless and grinding. Jiuxiaozi whispered.

Yuegu stood beside him with a sword and asked, "What do you mean, teacher?"

Jiu Xiaozi explained: "Xia Qian is torturing him. He gave him the sword to give him hope, but it immediately shattered that hope. Every time he felt the threat of death, he saved him. After a few rounds, the opponent no longer dared to hope to win against him, so he could only let him slaughter, so as to completely destroy his fighting spirit. ”

Yue Gu took a light breath of air, frowned and frowned: "Xia Qian, how could he come up with such a tactic?"

Jiu Xiaozi narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance, and said for a long time: "I have only seen one person use such a cruel method. ”

Yuegu hurriedly asked, "Who?"

Jiu Xiaozi raised his eyes, his gaze drilled into a corner of the arena, and the people in the corner retreated into the haze silently.

"Xu Wuxin. ”

Yuegu's eyes tightened, and she was about to speak. The battle situation below has finally come to an end.