Liu Huafei

Nianhua picked a long knife from the various weapons available for selection, and Ling Qing used his own saber. The two stood a few meters apart in the field.There was a strong wind in the wide field.

Nianhua intuitively felt that the commander of the guards on the opposite side had a bad look in his eyes, which made him nervous subconsciously, as if all the cells in his body were about to move out of his control.

"The fourth round, the outcome is determined by one round. If you beat me, you will be considered as passing the assessment. If you lose—" Ling Qing did not continue, but slowly drew out the simple and unpretentious sword in his hand, Pointing to the age.

Nianhua felt that there seemed to be an invisible force between the two of them, forcing him to have the illusion that it was difficult to breathe.He swallowed, and there was a trace of dryness in his throat.

"If I'm defeated by you, I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat." Nianhua said.He knew that it was meaningless to say these things at this time, if he lost, he would naturally not be able to enter the guard camp, so he could only take Zihan away from Xiao Guo.In any case, he tried his best, whether he would leave the image of Israel serving as a pamper in the eyes of the world is beyond his control.

Ling Qing squinted her eyes, seemingly mocking silently.He casually held a sword flower in his hand, and said to Nianhua: "According to the usual practice, I will let you do three tricks. Come on!"

Nianhua bit her lip and said, "I've offended you!" Just pointing to his toes, his figure was like lightning, and he rushed towards Ling Qing, only to see a cold front drawn by the blade in the air.

The injury Nianhua suffered on his arm in the morning still affected him, and he could see the knife in his hand trembling slightly.Nian Hua gritted her teeth, swung her round and slashed at Ling Qing.

With a clang, sparks flew everywhere, and Nianhua felt a strong tremor coming from the blade, and a piercing pain in his arm.

"The first move." Ling Qing's voice rang in his ears.Gritting his teeth, Nian Hua reversed his direction in the air, and continued to attack from a bottom-up angle.

People outside the arena could only see the figures of the two scuffling in the center of the arena. Ling Qing's voice of internal force urging reverberated over the entire martial arts arena, and he quickly shouted out the three moves given.

Yuan Mutian felt the strong change in the martial field in an instant.It wasn't because Nianhua, who had taken the initiative to attack before, was suddenly defeated, and it wasn't because of Ling Qing's sudden strong offensive that turned from defense to offense.These have happened countless times in the previous bodyguard assessments.

It was a delicate atmosphere, as if tiny steel needles were wrapped in the wind, making anyone outside the battle circle feel the danger.

Ling Qing was really murderous!Yuan Mutian slapped the armrest and stood up, the teeth roots of his cries made the muscles of his face stiff, scaring Concubine You Gui who was beside him also stood up.She carefully looked at the emperor's darkened face, and then looked towards the center of the arena.

Under Commander Ling's pressing attack, that vigorous figure was still jumping up and down to dodge, with such dexterity that only Concubine You felt anxious.At this time, she could no longer maintain her gentle and pleasant face, and the corners of her mouth slightly twitched with a twist.

Why not die? !Why is he not dead yet!

She had never seen a real fight, so she couldn't understand how reluctantly the figure in the center of the arena, who had captured the emperor's full attention since its reappearance, made her hate to the bone, was reluctant to dodge at this time.The sharp sword wind passed by several times, cutting a few thin wounds, and Nianhua only felt that those wounds were burning and painful.

Yuan Mutian wanted to stop immediately, but was stopped by Jun Mingfang.He looked around at the guards sitting around the field, he could only swallow the sound that reached his throat, and held his hands tightly.

At this point, even if he is the emperor, he can't stop casually.Otherwise, the life and death status that all the guards have bet on will become a joke.The majesty of the king of a country does not allow such jokes to happen.

Ling Qing's trick-and-death tactics not only angered the emperor, but also shocked everyone watching.

The teenagers who haven't participated in the assessment can't help but put themselves into the examinee who is struggling to save his life. They don't know how much chance they have to survive under such a fierce attack from their seniors?Can it last longer than the young man in front of him?

The guards have already started whispering in twos and threes.They all knew that in the assessments since the establishment of the Guards Battalion, there was no such desperate style of play, otherwise, it is afraid that not many people present would be alive.However, this is indeed in line with the rules, and even the emperor cannot stop it at will.

There was a soft sound on the ground, but it seemed to spread over the entire martial arts field with the wind, and the knife in Nianhua's hand was chopped to the ground.A cold light flashed in Ling Qing's eyes, and the long sword was like a rainbow, stabbing fiercely at the defenseless Nianhua.

Shocked, Nianhua lost his composure, raised his arm to block it, and heard a very strange sound. Nianhua was stunned for a second before realizing that it was the sound of sharp blades piercing through flesh and blood.There was a heart-piercing pain from the raised arm, and the gleaming sword tip continued to pierce his shoulder with his blood.Nian Hua retreated abruptly, and with that tooth-piercing sound, the long sword was pulled out from his shoulders and arms in turn, and strings of blood fell on the ground.

Nian Hua half knelt on the ground, half raised his injured arm, and covered the crazily bleeding wound on his shoulder with the other hand, opened his mouth wide open silently, his face suddenly turned pale, and cold sweat slid down his forehead.

"Nianhua!" A shout rang out, and the frightened and patient emperor finally couldn't take it anymore, and cried out anxiously and angrily.

It was too late for Jun Mingfang to stop, so she could only sigh and retreat.

At this time, the emperor has no time to care about the status of life and death and the majesty of the emperor, and he doesn't want to care about it anymore.He is the founding emperor of Great Xiao, he is majestic!Compared with those things, the distant center of the field is like a blood-soaked youth, but every wound on his body seems to be pierced in the emperor's own heart, which makes him feel extremely distressed.The soft body that was once obediently held in his arms for him to love, is now covered in dust, and the blood is flowing out along the wound, taking away the life that does not seem tough enough.

"Come here, take Ling Qing down! Tell the imperial doctor, pass on Luo Qingzhu! If he dares not come, take him down together, and bring him here!" Yuan Mutian ordered angrily.The guards who were ordered to act hurriedly, and the crowd watching around the martial field also started some commotion, but Jun Mingfang stopped it in time.Yuan Mutian strode down from the viewing platform.

Ling Qing's eyes were cold, and he was indifferent to the guards who were approaching him to arrest him. He only said coldly to Nianhua: "You saw that, you disturbed the emperor's wise, martial, calm and self-restraining heart, so you must die!" .”

As he spoke, he approached Nianhua again. Nianhua gritted his teeth, stood up while clutching his chest, and took a step back.

He raised his intact left hand, pointed at the emperor and guards who were walking towards them, and gritted his teeth: "Don't come here! We haven't decided the winner yet!"

"Nianhua, don't be willful!" Yuan Mutian said angrily.

The venue was too wide and open, and everyone's shouts had to be blessed by internal force. At this moment, Yuan Mutian's words rang in everyone's ears, and everyone felt a little trembling for the power and influence in it.

"I told you not to come here!!!" Nianhua stood up straight, the powerful internal force in his body erupted violently uncontrollably, the body's blood at the wound began to coagulate rapidly, stopping the bleeding and scabbing.

Everyone saw a gust of wind rising from Nianhua's feet, whirling violently, enveloping thick dust, covering Nianhua and Ling Qing's figures layer by layer.

A strong force came from the center of the field, and the guards who were walking there suddenly felt that they were under that strong oppression, and they were a little bit hard to move without any preparation.

Yuan Mutian stood in the center of the guards who were struggling to fight, squinting his eyes and looking coldly at the chaotic arena, only the clenched fist behind his back revealed a trace of real anxiety in his heart.

This strong wind and sand only lasted for a short time, and soon dissipated, as if suddenly losing power.Yuan Mutian's heart tightened, and he walked forward quickly.

When the wind and sand cleared, everyone saw the result of this life-and-death contest.

The years were on Ling Qing's body, and the blood all over his body made him look a little scary.His intact left hand held Ling Qing's long sword, pressing tightly on Ling Qing's neck.

"How is it, Commander Ling, have I...haven't passed yet..." Nian Hua only had time to finish this sentence, but suddenly he seemed to have lost all his strength, and fell down limply, unconscious on top of Ling Qing.

Ling Qing looked at the blood-stained pale face pasted on his chest, but his originally firm heart became a little confused.