Boarding the black stone ring, Ning Caichen carefully looked at his opponent, only to see that he was wearing a gray robe, his face was ordinary, and there was nothing on his body that could be remembered at a glance.

is such a character, who has made a name for himself in the rivers and lakes, and has been known for breaking armor with three swords, and has been passed down to several countries.

When he examined his opponent, Liu Feng had already pulled out his slender Tang knife, and raised his eyebrows: "Liu Feng, please advise." ”

Ning Caichen clenched the Xuanlong Spear and said, "Let's start." ”

Both of them tend to fight in a quick-break style, so as soon as the battle begins, they go straight to incandescent entry. Swords and spears clashed in mid-air, and the roar of weapons became one.

"Rare. Looking at the two people fighting fiercely on the stage, the white-haired bachelor said softly.

Huang Taiji turned his eyes to look at him: "Liu Feng is rare, or Ning Caichen is rare?"

"I'm talking about the latter. The white-haired scholar spoke: "In ordinary cross-border battles, most of them are talented beings fighting mediocre high-level cultivators. But Ning Caichen is different. Obviously, he only has a first-class realm of cultivation, but he can compete with Liu Feng. ”

Huang Taiji bowed his head, and his eyes flashed with essence: "The two of them, it's time to use the hole cards, right? ”

The white-haired bachelor smiled and said: "What can be easily used is not called a hole card, it should be more appropriate to call it the strongest combat skill." ”

Listening to the conversation between the two, Zhu Hong, who was not far away, felt a strong sense of worry in her heart. If this Ning Caichen became a disciple of the academy, it would be for the Ming Dynasty. Not a good thing.

He had already made up his mind, and when he returned, he would meet the Holy One. Knowing Ning Caichen's wolf ambitions, he ordered the Metropolitan Procuratorate to remove the other party's imperial envoy and behead the whole house.

On the ring, Liu Feng tried his best to force Ning Caichen away with a knife, and quickly retreated, distancing himself from him.

Ning Caichen guessed his thoughts, and immediately mobilized the boiling essence in the killing furnace. Operate the Great Killing Technique, and be ready for battle.

"Death is three cuts, and the autumn wind kills. Liu Feng straightened his long knife. Holding the handle with both hands, the extreme killing intent surging in his body, and a cold and murderous feeling began to appear around him.

Ning Caichen did not use the God of War marksmanship anymore, but returned to his true nature. Lift the dragon spear upside down as an iron rod. In order to better operate the Great Killing Technique.

There was an autumn wind blowing, sharp as a knife, and Ning Caichen's face and body were cut out of the subtle blood marks, but he still didn't make the slightest movement, bowed his head, and squinted slightly. It's like waiting for the perfect time to make a move.

The autumn wind is getting stronger and stronger, and there are more and more wounds on Ning Caichen's body. The blood kept flowing out, accumulating into puddles, and when the autumn wind reached its most violent, the two of them moved at the same time.

The narrow Tang knife was accompanied by the autumn wind, cutting through the air, and it was silent. The bright sword shines on the heavens and the earth, and the murderous machine is awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Ning Caichen shouted, the Xuanlong spear was made into a stick, and the tip of the spear carried a black light, smashing the autumn wind and slashing heavily on the Tang knife.

"Boom!"

After the loud noise, as if there was a momentary pause, the two staggered by, Ning Caichen's face was covered with blood-red scars, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Liu Feng's mouth.

Turning around, Ning Caichen was full of fighting spirit and said, "There are two more knives." ”

Liu Feng turned around, shook his head and said lightly: "There is another knife, the third knife, which cannot be used." ”

Ning Caichen guessed that it might be some forbidden technique, and then said, "Come on." Since no one can help anyone in an ordinary battle, let's use your strongest means of attack. ”

"Death is three knives, and snow is slashed. Liu Feng looked solemn and began to brew an attack, but Ning Caichen still didn't disturb him and gave him the opportunity to play to his heart's content.

The autumn wind dissipated, the cold winter came, and pieces of crystal snowflakes cut out of Liu Feng's Tang knife and flew towards Ning Caichen.

Not used last time, this time Ning Caichen didn't let the snowflakes fall on him. The dragon spear danced in a semicircle, colliding with the flying snowflakes and making a roaring sound.

In the wind and snow, Liu Feng held a knife and walked towards Ning Caichen step by step. With each step, his face turned pale.

Those snowflakes used to attack did not appear out of thin air, but his true qi.

When he came to the thick and dark gun curtain, the Tang knife in his hand had already been raised high, and in the next moment, it would shatter the black curtain and hit Ning Caichen hard.

In this case, the shadow of the spear in the sky suddenly disappeared without a trace, Ning Caichen went against the wind and snow, came to Liu Feng strangely, a touch of golden light flashed, and he shaved off the jade crown he used to tie his hair.

Liu Feng froze in place, holding a long knife in both hands, looking like a fool. Under the ring, more than a dozen candidates and dozens of white-clothed scholars were dumbfounded, they couldn't see how Liu Feng was defeated, but they only faintly saw the golden light in the wind and snow.

"I lost. Looking at Ning Caichen, who had become like a bloody man, Liu Feng said softly.

Ning Caichen sent the human imperial pen hidden in the cuffs back to Shangdantian, and said seriously: "Accept." ”

Liu Feng shook his head, and as soon as he stepped out of the ring, he heard the white-haired bachelor speak: "It's okay, you still have a chance." This year's enrollment quota is 10 students, and after the top eight are selected, the remaining eight will play a semi-final to select two students. ”

"Thank you, Bachelor. Liu Feng bowed slightly to him and stood under a big tree covered with snow.

The duel continued, and people Ning Caichen knew and those he didn't know took the stage to fight one after another. Among the four people he was more familiar with, Mu Bai, Huang Taiji, and Bai Shuang, all defeated their opponents one after another, but only Zhu Hong, who lost to the Sword Saint Wang Shi and entered the semifinals.

Before you know it, the sun has set most of the mountain, and the sunset reflects the snow red.

The ring is three miles away, and a bonfire is lit, as bright as day. In the decisive battle, the lantern was lit, and it was delicately revealed.

Mu Bai, Bai Shuang, Huang Taiji, Ning Caichen, Wang Shi, Du Wei, Jinyun, and Bai He, who stood out from thousands of people, stood in front of the white-haired bachelor and held a new round of lottery duels.

And this time, Ning Caichen's luck was not as good as last time. Although it was no longer the first battle, his opponent was replaced by the unfathomable strength of the God of War spear, White Frost.

In the ring, Huang Taiji and Jinyun were inseparable. Under the ring, Ning Caichen said to the young people around him: "There will be a battle, how about going to the decisive battle building?"

"Why?" asked White Frost, confused.

Ning Caichen pointed to the scars on his body and said, "I think it would be more decent to lose in the decisive battle." ”

Bai Shuang said helplessly: "Can you have a little confidence in yourself?"

"If I hadn't fought with Liu Feng, I might still have the confidence to defeat you, but now ......" Ning Caichen shook his head: "The idea of defeating you is too unrealistic. (To be continued.) )