Below, a figure appeared on the ring, but it had lost its head, but its legs were still moving quickly, and it rushed out quickly.
This is dragon flying.
Or should I say, this is the body of a flying dragon.
Blood spurted out like a fountain above the neck, and his head was flying in the air, but his body was striding forward, still holding the sword in his right hand and stretching forward. He ran quickly, rushed out of the ring, fell, and landed on the ground.
, and then rolled forward, then stood up and continued to move forward...
After rushing for more than twenty meters, he suddenly fell to the ground with a bang.
It wasn't until this moment that he finally died of exhaustion and death!
Boom!
The head that flew high in the air inevitably fell back to the ring, making a dull sound.
This dull sound seemed to hit the hearts of all the students and teachers of Qianlong Gaowu. Every one of them held their breath and looked at the stage in disbelief!
That’s it!
Just such a knife!
Qianlong Gaowu, a third-year genius with countless talents, was defeated?!
Died on the spot!?
What a cruel situation is this?!
The King of Zhongyuan stood blankly, his whole body stiff.
"What's wrong?" Marshal Ximen looked at the King of Zhongyuan with a casual look: "Why did you stand up suddenly?"
"...It's okay. A murder occurred suddenly...I'm a little surprised." King Zhongyuan murmured.
"Be calm and don't be impatient. In those days, your father, thousands of troops and horses came and went, mountains of corpses lingered in seas of blood, and his expression remained unchanged. Taifeng, you can't do this." Marshal Ximen said.
King of Central Plains: "...Yes."
"Well, sit down and watch slowly." Marshal Ximen said calmly: "It's still a long time today."
The King of Zhongyuan sat down slowly, his mind going blank for a while.
It’s still a long time today? Take your time and watch?
What does this... mean?
The King of Zhongyuan looked straight at the head that was no longer bleeding underground, his unblinking eyes still full of confidence that he could kill his opponent with the sword...
As well as the tightly pursed lips, the handsome and childish face, his eyes suddenly became confused.
The tall and straight figure swayed slightly.
…
Ye Changqing's lips were trembling, and the faces of Qianlong Gaowu's teachers instantly became extremely ugly.
Many students looked pale.
On stage.
Tie Xiaoniu stood up slowly and carefully inserted the sword into the scabbard. With a calm expression on his face, he bowed slightly to the unyielding head on the stage and said, "Promise!"
After saying that, he stood up and turned his attention to Minister Ding.
It was obvious that he was waiting for Minister Ding to announce his victory.
Minister Ding's lips trembled twice and he shouted: "First team? The second team, Iron Mavericks, wins!"
The high-level infant transforms against the high-level infant transformers, killing them instantly with one sword!
This result? It must be glorious. But this result? It was forged by blood, cruelty and iron and blood!
Tie Xiaoniu bowed lightly, turned around and strode off the stage.
Zuo Xiaoduo and others noticed that the expression on this iron calf's face before and after the murder did not change at all; he even cut off other people's heads in front of his own eyes, and with so much blood flying everywhere, his body was stunned.
There is no trace of blood!
This is a veteran!
Whether it's fighting or killing, he is an expert!
Zuo Xiaoduo made this comment to this person in his heart.
Wen Xingtian stood in front of a class of his students. His face was solemn as never before, and he no longer had any thoughts of 'his students must win'.
He looked at Tie Xiaoniu and murmured in a heavy voice: "This is the battle formation fighting technique!"
The body is like a mountain, unmoved by wind and rain;
Facing a strong enemy? Heart as steel;
The blade passed through the throat? His face did not change color;
Draw your sword and attack, behead him with one strike!
Wen Xingtian took a deep breath and suppressed what was in his mind. He was endlessly puzzled: This is a man in the military! But why is this?
Qianlong Gaowu's third grade class 1, the entire class suddenly stood up.
Everyone's eyes were about to burst, and two of them suddenly drew their swords out of their sheaths, and were about to rush over and set them straight.
"stop!"
Ye Changqing shouted with a livid face: "No one is allowed to act rashly!"
"Competition in the ring, no grudges between life and death, survival of the fittest, respect for the strong!"
An extremely powerful spiritual thought instantly enveloped the entire martial arts field.
It was Commander Ximen who took action.
"Fight in battle, life or death without grudges! Teachers and students of Qianlong Gaowu, please stay calm."
Marshal Ximen's voice was full of majesty.
At the same time, the two forces of spiritual thought, which even Commander Ximen was not aware of, formed thousands of shares and locked onto everyone present at Qianlong Gaowu!
Including teachers!
Including students!
Even including...the two thousand people who are about to go to the battlefield to change defenses.
The power of these thousands of spiritual thoughts is delicate and subtle. Although it is real, it has not been noticed by the people in the world at all. However, everyone's reactions, emotional changes, and eye movements have all been captured in their eyes!
"We Qianlong are so skilled that we can afford to lose!"
Ye Changqing shouted: "Everyone has it, be quiet!"
Several commanders sighed in their hearts.
They all saw Ye Changqing's grief, anger and excitement at this moment, and they couldn't bear it.
But if the plan is told to him now, if there is any problem with Ye Changqing's acting skills, it will be noticed immediately and the situation will be out of control...
I can't help but feel sorry for Ye Changqing for the time being!
Minister Ding stood up, sighed softly, and said: "Qianlong Gaowu lost the first battle, I am very disappointed; but I also understand it. After all, you are children who have never experienced any fierce fighting. If you lose, you will be killed instantly.
, this is a completely normal thing.”
"But... 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 faced the enemy back then, they wouldn't even give you time to mature!"
"You are immature now. When you get to the battlefield, you will only end up like the student just now!"
"If you die like this on the battlefield, you are not even considered a martyr! Because on the battlefield, only soldiers who have killed the enemy are considered martyrs after they die in battle!"
"Those who died in vain like this have only one name, meritorious service!"
Minister Ding said seriously: "The enemy's meritorious service!"
"To put it bluntly, those who die like this are going to the battlefield to give away their heads! To give them meritorious service! Not only the deceased just now, but also you, are all, all are out-and-out weaklings!"
Minister Ding's voice was like a bell ringing in the hearts of every student.
The battle just now, as well as the words spoken now, shattered every young hero's dream of "killing the enemy and making meritorious service, becoming famous, honoring the ancestors, and attracting the attention of everyone".
You are the ones who go to the battlefield to give death and meritorious deeds!
I am not even considered cannon fodder, I am worse than that?!
These words are undoubtedly a huge blow to many of the students who have dreamed of becoming heroes early on!
Director Ding's voice turned sad, and he said loudly: "This battle disappoints me; because I didn't feel the atmosphere and momentum of the students fighting to the death. They just rushed up and were killed. Maybe you will think
, what I say is very cold-blooded, very heartless, and too inhumane.”
"Which side do you think I am on? Am I still the minister of the Department of Martial Arts? How can you talk like this? Isn't this gloating? People are already dead, so why do they want to add insult to injury?"
Minister Ding said loudly: "I know that some of you must think so! Even the vast majority of you think so!"
"However, I should not be responsible for teaching you and correcting you with this kind of thinking. You have your teachers! And I am not responsible for this!"
"I just want to say that there is a big problem with the mentality of young people like you now!"
"Your understanding of battle formation fighting is not only one-sided, it is simply child's play!"
"And the only result of child's play is to play with your lives!"
Minister Ding stood on the stage, his face extremely heavy and his eyes as sharp as swords.
"I have to say that even though there have been endless bloody battles at the border gates for tens of millions of years, and soldiers died every day at the Riyue Pass, in the eyes and hearts of most of the young warriors at the rear, the battlefield is still a place full of
Such a romantic place!”
"There are many students who have cultivated to the realm of cloud transformation and have never even seen human blood!"
"Such people really exist!"
"What is the battlefield in their minds?"
"The battlefield is like in a movie or TV show, where a beautiful girl is involved in the fight among the enemies. It's exciting, glamorous, romantic, dancing on a tightrope, and narrowly brushing against death... But in the end, it's me who wins!"
"When you return from the battlefield, you should be granted a title of lord and general, a high-ranking official and a generous salary, and a beautiful woman will throw you into your arms. From now on, you will be the best among men! Point the country and scold Fang Qiu!"
"And because of the battlefield experience, I will gain invincible strength!"
"Yes, this is the battlefield in the minds of many young people. The battlefield is a place to get meritorious deeds. It's like those huge meritorious deeds are just lying there like garbage! Just waiting for him to go there, bend down, and pick them up.
When you get up, you are a general, a hero, a marshal, and a master! Is this really the case?"
Minister Ding asked loudly: "I want to tell you! No! Absolutely not!!"
"Too many children don't even know what the battlefield is, so they just go to the battlefield in a daze. Such people, even if God protects them, will never survive!"
Minister Ding announced loudly: "Now, let's start the second game! Today I will let you see what a battlefield is! What a fight is!"
"Instead of 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 classmates! It can also make everyone pay attention! It is of some use! At least, at least, you
My relatives can still see your body and miss you a little!"
"But if you die on the battlefield, there will be nothing! The body will not be visible! The head will have already been hung on the enemy's waist and gone back to ask for military glory!"
"Those who can leave a name engraved on the tombstone, I tell you, are extremely lucky!"