Wright roared angrily, held the sword in both hands, and ran straight towards Zhuo Ran. Looking at his posture, he did not intend to attack with the sword, but used the sword as a big swatter. Did he mistake Zhuo Ran for a fly?
"How dare a little mid-level swordsman look down on me like this? I'm going to chop you in half!"
Zhuoran smiled softly. He had already judged that Wright's characteristics were just that of a bear with some intelligence, so he didn't need to take him seriously at all.
"Really? Do you have that ability? Actually, I'm not looking down on you, I'm looking down on you."
Zhuoran jumped to the side and dodged the big sword attack with ease. The sword in his right hand quickly stabbed forward and hit Wright's right arm.
Wright roared angrily, and swept his sword across. Zhuoran seemed to know that the opponent would make this move. With a few graceful turns, he appeared behind Wright's unsuspecting body.
Zhuo Ran's eyes turned cold, and he still resented the other party's ruthless actions. If he hadn't reminded her in time, the delicate and beautiful Mo Ru would have died in front of his eyes.
"go to hell!"
"The Clothes of Fighting Spirit!"
The white fighting spirit condensed on the tip of the sword, and it stabbed the back of Wright's neck fiercely. He already had the intention of killing him.
After all, Wright was a senior swordsman, so how could he not have a few back moves? As he roared, his body was wrapped in a layer of milky white fighting energy, forming a protective barrier.
Zhuoran's sword stabbed on the fighting spirit coat, making a pop sound. Only the tip of the sword at the front penetrated, about two centimeters, and barely managed to stab the opponent's neck, leaving only some skin injuries.
"Ah! I'm going to kill you!"
Wright screamed in pain. He lunged forward, then suddenly turned around like a bull, raised both swords, and gathered his fighting spirit, obviously preparing to use his big move.
"How can I take advantage of you!"
Zhuo Ran shouted coldly, and while Wright was accumulating power, his figure flashed, reaching a distance of four to five meters almost in the blink of an eye, and the iron sword was like the wind, stabbing out in an instant, pointing directly at Wright's heart.
The coat of fighting spirit has been dissipated, and this attack is extremely swift. Wright is actually in a certain death situation, with no solution!
Wright's face was full of panic. Perhaps his desire to survive was too strong, which led him to take a simple but effective defensive measure. The right hand holding the sword was almost instantly protecting his heart at a speed invisible to the naked eye. At this moment
, Zhuoran's sword tip, filled with some fighting spirit, stabbed Wright's right forearm hard.
"puff!"
The bright red blood slowly flowed out, and Wright swiped the sword in his left hand at an angle, forcing Zhuo Ran back. The iron sword was pulled out, and the blood suddenly splashed out. The wound was extremely deep, and the iron sword attached to the fighting spirit was extremely destructive.
The right forearm is obviously useless. If not treated properly, it may affect your life.
The two people in the field finally became quiet, and everyone looked at them with dazzled eyes. It was so exciting, an intermediate swordsman completely defeated a high-level swordsman. What a remarkable achievement!
"It's so fake!" the young man behind Crewe who had complained said again.
A female mage member of Yunqing's team next to her looked at Zhuoran like a nymphomaniac, and shouted: "He's so handsome, he's so handsome, and he's so capable, I'm going to faint."
The corners of Yun Qing's lips curled up slightly, and he thought to himself: "He is indeed an interesting person!"
On a high tower that no one can see, there are three people standing in the room. The old man called the dean is also among them. The three of them look at the stone platform from the window. The angle of view is so good that they can see the stone platform in full view.
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Standing on the left side of the old man was an old man with a white beard wearing a red robe and said with a smile: "This little guy is a bit interesting."
"His fighting consciousness is good, but his fighting spirit cultivation is too weak. Look at his age. He is not even a senior swordsman. There are some problems with his qualifications."
To the right of the old man stands a middle-aged strong man, whose muscles bulge out of his clothes. He must be a soldier.
"Lord Red-robed Bishop, do you really want to take away that little priest named Wendy?" the old dean asked softly.
A cardinal is an existence equivalent to the Grand Magister level. The church's duties are as follows: white-robed priest, blue-robed deacon, red-robed bishop, black-robed archbishop, purple-robed elder, and pope. There are six in total, and they practice with humans.
The class is the same. Of course, in this world where there is no Dharma God and Sword God, the mysterious Pope is undoubtedly the most powerful existence on the Holy Continent. The purple-robed elder is an existence of the human Sword Saint and Dharma Saint class, not to mention the one who can lead the church.
The Pope! Unexpectedly powerful.
"There is an order from above that she must be taken away." The red-robed bishop's words had already announced the result.
The overlord of the Silver-level empire has a request, and it is an order from the middle and higher-ups of the church. Not to mention the dean of Silver Eagle Academy, even the king of the Gold-level empire does not dare to resist.
On the stone platform, Wright was still standing with a frown. He held the sword in his left hand and walked towards Zhuoran step by step. Such people cannot be explained by common sense. Although they are stupid, they often have a persevering heart. They can often be able to
There are unexpected actions and gains.
Obviously, Wright and the two people with red faces below are all such people, people with a tough heart.
Zhuoran was panting slightly. The intermediate swordsman's fighting energy reserves were not very sufficient. After a series of high-speed movements and the use of fighting energy to break defense attacks, half of the fighting energy in the sea of energy was gone. That's why he let the opponent stand without launching an attack.
, he also wanted to take this opportunity to restore his physical strength and fighting spirit.
"You'd better go down for treatment quickly, or your arm will be ruined!"
Wright's eyes were red, and he made gnashing teeth sounds from his mouth, which was extremely penetrating.
"What do you know? Do you know what the consequences will be after my empire turns over half of its supplies every year?"
"Every house has people starving to death, and there are corpses everywhere. One winter passed, and dozens of villages with hundreds of people were filled with corpses that had died of starvation and freezing."
"The three of us brothers were about to starve to death in the wilderness, but we were saved and taught fighting spirit. We just want to fight for the empire. Death is not terrible. What is terrible is those helpless people who starve to death."
"As long as I have breath left, I will continue to fight for the Empire until the day I die."
"At least, when I die, I can laugh out loud, worthy of being cultivated by the empire!"
A reckless man said such sensational words, which really left Zhuo Ran speechless. However, Zhuo Ran knew that what Wright said was the truth.
"Your empire is like this, isn't the Haru Empire like this too?" Zhuoran has some memories of the village in his mind. Once winter is over, there are countless frozen corpses and starving people everywhere. It's terrible. There are not many people left in the village that Zhuoran Kate left just for.
, along the way, everything I saw appeared in my mind one by one. It is normal for people to eat people and people to eat corpses.
"No, you don't understand."
"No, I understand."
Zhuoran's mind reflected his own memory. It was a sudden invasion by aliens. Almost instantly, tens of millions of people were killed or injured. A tall tower built with corpses stood on the Tibetan Plateau, becoming a nightmare for countless people. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but wonder.
It hurts, how is she doing now? I really want to know, I really want to see.
"Brother Zhuoran, be careful!" Wendy exclaimed.
Zhuoran suddenly woke up and retreated without thinking, because he knew the opponent's attack route very well, either slashing or sweeping. As long as he got out of the attack area, he would be fine.
People often say that when horses stumble and people stumble, there will always be unpredictable or unexpected things happening.
The senior swordsman can already release the sword energy condensed with fighting spirit, but the consumption is also very serious. After two battles, Wright has used fighting skills and is already at the end of his strength. However, tough people will often send out frightening sword energy.
hit.
The sword used with his left hand was indeed a sweep. But this sweep may have been a whim or a deliberate move by Wright. Anyway, he launched an unexpected attack.
A sword energy of about half a foot suddenly shot out from the tip of the sword pointed at Zhuoran. Even if Zhuo Ran retreated immediately, the speed of the sword energy was still not comparable to his hasty retreat.
At a distance of six meters, the sword energy arrived instantly. It went straight to Zhuoran's chest.
Zhuo Ran frowned, with no panic in his eyes. He hit the sword hard on the ground with his right hand. With that short force, his body miraculously moved about a foot to the left. His body was pulled diagonally, and his right arm was uncontrollable.
He swung it, and it was this blow that caused Zhuoran to be seriously injured.
The half-foot-long sword qi shot past with a swipe, and the tail of the slanting sword qi struck Zhuo Ran's right arm, bringing up a stream of blood-red flowers that dripped quietly and fell to the ground silently.
"Okay! Very good!" Zhuoran took a look at the wound. Although it was not deep, it still hurt terribly.
Wright knelt down on the ground dejectedly, his last strength gone.
Zhuoran turned around and said to the other two members of the Curry Empire: "Carry him down. The battle will continue."
"What! If he continues like this, is he going to die?" The person who complained was still the same person.
"So handsome, so cool, I realize I'm going to get drunk!"
"You were already fainted just now, why are you drunk again?"
"Idiot, do you know what a woman's heart is?"
"..." The Tucao warrior was speechless.
Yun Qing frowned and wondered, the injury was still an injury whether it was serious, so why did he still fight.
"Brother Zhuoran, come down quickly and I'll treat you!" Wendy shouted.
Crewe announced the rules expressionlessly: "Those who compete will not be allowed to accept help from others if they continue."
This is the rule and it makes sense.
But little girl Wendy doesn't care whether you are reasonable or not, she only has her little lover in her eyes.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Brother Zhuoran, come down quickly. It's still bleeding. Uuuuuuu..." Wendy pursed her lips and burst into tears.
Zhuoran chuckled and said, "It's nothing to worry about, it's just a minor injury." As he said that, he tore off the sleeve of his right arm and bandaged the wound. The pain was still there and the bleeding had stopped.
Wendy sobbed and looked at another strong man on stage, her eyes full of resentment.
"Big Demon Bear, if you dare to hurt my brother Zhuo Ran, I will definitely repay you twice as much!"
Non-threatening language...
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