Below, a figure appeared on the arena, but he had already lost his head. However, his two legs were still moving quickly as he rushed out.
This was Long Fei Soar.
Or rather, this was Long Fei Soar's body.
Blood gushed out from his neck like a fountain. His head was flying in the air, but his body was still rushing forward in large strides. He still maintained his posture of holding the sword in his right hand as he ran at full speed. He rushed out of the arena and fell down. After landing, he rolled on the ground and stood up to continue rushing forward …
He rushed out for more than 20 meters before he fell to the ground with a loud bang.
It was only at this moment that he truly died of exhaustion. He was completely dead!
Dong!
His head, which had flown high into the air, inevitably fell back onto the arena with a dull thud.
This dull thud seemed to have smashed heavily into the hearts of all the students and teachers of Hidden Dragon High School. They all held their breaths and looked at the arena in disbelief!
It was this move!
It was this move!
A genius of the third year of Hidden Dragon High School was defeated?!
He died on the spot?!
What kind of cruel situation was this?!
The King of Zhongyuan stood there in a daze, his whole body stiff.
"What's wrong?" Marshal Ximen looked at the King of Zhongyuan indifferently. "Why did you suddenly stand up?"
"… Nothing. I'm a little surprised that a murder happened so suddenly," the King of Zhongyuan muttered.
"Don't be impatient. Back then, your father went in and out of thousands of soldiers and horses, roamed mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but his expression didn't change. Tai Feng, you can't do it, "Marshal Ximen said.
The King of Zhongyuan: "… Yes."
"Well, sit down and watch slowly," Marshal Ximen said lightly. "There's still a lot of time left today."
The King of Zhongyuan slowly sat down. For a moment, his mind was a little blank.
There was still a lot of time left today? Watch slowly?
What … did this mean?
The King of Zhongyuan stared at the head that was no longer bleeding. His eyes were still filled with confidence that he could kill his opponent with his sword …
As well as those tightly pursed lips, that handsome and tender face, the gaze in his eyes suddenly became perplexed.
His tall and straight figure swayed slightly.
…
Ye Changqing's lips were trembling. The expressions of the teachers of Hidden Dragon High School instantly turned extremely ugly.
Many students' faces were pale.
On the stage.
Tie Xiaoniu slowly straightened his body and carefully put his saber back into the scabbard. His face was still calm. He bowed slightly to the head on the stage and said, "Thank you for letting me win!"
After he finished speaking, he stood with his hands clasped behind his back and looked at Minister Ding.
It was obvious that he was waiting for Minister Ding to announce his victory.
Department Head Ding's lips trembled as he announced, "Tie Xiaoniu from Team Two wins the first match!"
An advanced Nascent Soul Transformation Stage cultivator against an advanced Nascent Soul Transformation Stage cultivator.
This result couldn't be said to not be glorious. However, this result was forged from the combination of blood, cruelty, and iron!
Tie Xiaoniu bowed slightly, turned around, and strode off the stage.
Zuo Xiaoduo and the others noticed that Tie Xiaoniu's facial expression didn't change at all before and after he killed someone. Even when he chopped off someone's head in front of his own eyes, he didn't even have a single drop of blood on his body despite the blood splattering everywhere!
This was a veteran!
Regardless of whether it was fighting or killing, he was a veteran!
Zuo Xiaoduo commented on this person in his heart.
Wen Xingtian stood in front of his own students. His face was unprecedentedly dignified. He no longer had the thought that his students would win.
He looked at Tie Xiaoniu and murmured in a heavy voice, "This is the battle formation killing technique!"
His body was like a mountain, unmoved by wind and rain;
His heart was like steel when facing a strong enemy;
His saber passed through the throat, his expression did not change;
He pulled out his saber and cut off the head with one strike!
Wen Xingtian took a deep breath and suppressed the thoughts in his heart. He was extremely puzzled. This was a person from the military! But why was this so?
The students of Hidden Dragon High Martial Arts Academy's third grade class one all stood up at once.
Their eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. Two of them pulled out their swords and were about to rush over to fight.
"Stop!"
Ye Changqing's face was livid as he shouted, "No one is to act rashly!"
"In the martial arts arena, there is no resentment between life and death. The survival of the fittest, the survival of the fittest!"
An unusually strong divine sense instantly enveloped the entire martial arts arena.
It was Marshal Ximen who made his move.
"In the battle formation killing technique, there is no resentment between life and death! Teachers and students of Hidden Dragon High Martial Arts Academy, please remain calm. "
Marshal Ximen's voice was filled with a sense of majesty.
At the same time, two divine senses that even Marshal Ximen did not detect were divided into thousands of strands and locked onto everyone present at Hidden Dragon High Martial Arts Academy!
Including the teachers!
Including the students!
Including … the two thousand people who were about to enter the battlefield to change the defense.
These thousands of strands of divine senses were fine and subtle. They were faintly discernible. Although they truly existed, they were not detected by the people of the present age. However, they had already captured everyone's reactions, emotional changes, and the fluctuations in their eyes!
"Our Hidden Dragon High Martial Arts Academy can afford to lose!"
Ye Changqing shouted, "Everyone has it. Quiet!"
The few marshals sighed in their hearts.
They all saw Ye Changqing's grief, anger, and agitation at this moment. They could not bear it in their hearts.
However, if they told him the plan now, Ye Changqing's acting skills would be immediately detected and the situation would go out of control …
He had no choice but to let Ye Changqing suffer for the time being!
Minister Ding stood up and sighed softly, "I am very disappointed that the first battle of Hidden Dragon High Martial Arts Academy was lost. However, I also understand. After all, you are children who have not experienced any bitter battles. Losing and being killed in an instant is a very normal thing. "
"However … what I want to tell the children is … you can be immature, but the real battlefield will not give you time to mature!"
"When you face your enemies, they won't give you time to mature!"
"You are not mature now. When you enter the battlefield, you will only end up like that student!"
"If you die like this on the battlefield, you will not even be considered a martyr! Because on the battlefield, only soldiers who have killed the enemy are martyrs after they die! "
"If you die like this in vain, there is only one name for it. It is called meritorious service!"
Minister Ding said seriously, "The meritorious service of the enemy!"
"To put it bluntly, if you die like this, you will be sending your head to the battlefield! Meritorious service! Not only the deceased just now, but also all of you. All of you are, all of you are undeniably weak! "
Minister Ding's voice was like a loud bell, exploding in the hearts of every student.
The battle just now and the words just now had shattered the dreams of each and every one of the youths who had killed the enemy and rendered meritorious service, made their names known, and brought glory to their ancestors.
All of you will be sending your head to the battlefield! Meritorious service!
They could not even be considered as cannon fodder. They were not even comparable?!
These words were undoubtedly a huge blow to many of the students who had long dreamed of becoming a hero!
Minister Ding's voice turned sorrowful as he said loudly, "This battle has disappointed me. Because I did not feel the atmosphere and momentum of the students who were determined to die. Just like that, he charged forward and was killed. Perhaps you will think that my words are very cold-blooded, heartless, and unreasonable. "
"Which side do you think I'm on? Am I still the Minister of the Martial Arts Department? How can I speak like this? Aren't you taking pleasure in other people's misfortune? They are already dead. How can you hit them when they are down? "
Minister Ding said loudly, "I know that there are definitely some among you who think this way! In fact, most of you think this way! "
"However, this kind of thinking should not be taught to you by me. Correct you. You have your own teachers! And I am not responsible for this! "
"I only want to say that there is a huge problem with the mentality of you youngsters!"
"Your understanding of battle formations and killing is not just one-sided. It is simply child's play!"
"And the only result of child's play is to play with your little lives!"
Minister Ding stood on the stage, his expression unusually heavy. His gaze was as sharp as a sword.
"I have to say that even though the border has been a continuous bloody battle for tens of millions of years, and there are soldiers who die every day in the Sun Moon Pass, in the eyes of the majority of youths, the battlefield is still a place filled with romance!"
"There are many students who have already cultivated to the Cloud Transformation Realm, but have never even seen human blood!"
"Such people really exist!"
"In their hearts, what is the battlefield?"
"The battlefield is in movies and TV dramas. Bring a beautiful woman and circle around the enemy. It is exciting, erotic, romantic. Dance on steel wires, brush shoulders with the god of death … But in the end, the one who wins is still me!"
"Returning from the battlefield, it is only right to be conferred the title of Marquis and General. High rank and generous salary. Beauties will throw themselves into your arms. From then on, you will be a man above men! You will be able to pass judgment on the world and be full of vigor! "
"And because of the battlefield experience, you will obtain invincible strength!"
"Yes, this is the battlefield in the hearts of many youngsters. The battlefield is the place to go and fish for merits. It is as if those monstrous merits are placed there like trash! Just wait for him to go, bend down, pick it up, and he will be a great general, a hero, a marshal, a man above men! Is it really like this? "
Minister Ding asked loudly, "I want to tell you! No! Absolutely not!! "
"Too many children simply do not know what the battlefield is. They enter the battlefield in a daze. Even if the heavens protect them, they will definitely not survive!"
Minister Ding announced loudly, "Now, the second round begins! Today, I will let you see what is called the battlefield! What is called killing! "
"Rather than letting you die on the battlefield in the future, in my opinion, it is better to die here! Dying here can also serve as a warning to your fellow students! It can also make everyone value you! It can still be of some use! At the very least, your loved ones can still see your corpse, and they can still think of you! "
"But if you die on the battlefield, there is nothing! Not even your corpse can be seen! Your head has long been hung on the waist of the enemy to go back and ask for merits! "
"To be able to leave a name engraved on the tombstone, let me tell you, you are still considered lucky!"
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