A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

panda.

Her opponent was a girl with a round head who wielded two silver swords. The moment she saw the panda, she narrowed her eyes like stars.

Then, his expression straightened and became ruthless.

"Then...that panda, surrender immediately, I won't show mercy."

The ball-headed girl said seriously.

For pandas, everyone also has a way to identify them. Generally speaking, the bigger they are, the better the development is, and the stronger they are. The smaller they are, it means stunted development and generally weak strength.

The panda in front of me is much smaller than other pandas, very cute and easy to bully.

"..."

Hua Xiaohua blinked and stayed in place without speaking.

"go!"

Seeing this, the ball-headed girl no longer hesitated.

With bare hands, she slashed down with two flying swords, and the silvery white brilliance bloomed.

The swordsmanship is very strict, the standard basic sword-controlling sword-cutting style, and the combination of two sets of flying swords, which doubles the power. A monk in the late stage of Qi training will be killed when he meets him.

"Yeah!"

Hua Xiaohua's black nose twitched and she took a deep breath. This was her first college entrance examination battle and she was a little nervous.

But he remained motionless, letting the two intertwined silver-white flying swords strike at his throat without even deploying the innate warrior's energy shield.

Two silver-white flying swords touched the white fur at the throat. The sword energy on one side of the sword was highly condensed, cutting the air with a shrill whistling sound.

Jiang Ding nodded slightly.

Any monk you meet in the late stage of Qi training can have sword control skills above this level. It can be seen from this that due to the continuous involution, the level of cold weapons of the Immortal Sect is much higher than that of nine years ago. .

"Silly little guy!"

Seeing this, the ball-headed girl felt calm, as if she had seen the panda decapitating herself, and said with some regret.

Ding!

The two silver-white swords slashed at the white fur on the panda's neck, but there was no sight of the hair breaking or blood flying.

Only a sonorous sound was heard, and sparks flew everywhere.

The two silver-white flying swords collapsed and flew away, as if they were struck by thunder, and their aura dimmed. As the owner of the flying swords, the ball-headed girl vomited blood and her body was shaky.

"What's this?"

The ball-headed girl turned pale, took out a medium-grade magic weapon shield and covered it in front of her, saying in disbelief.

With just one touch, her silver-white swords were completely destroyed. This was beyond the teacher's instructions and incomprehensible.

Whoops!

Amid the chilling wind, a giant sword with spikes of flames descended.

It was held in two cute bear paws and chopped down. The ball-headed girl's head exploded, and then her body exploded, with countless pieces of flesh and blood splattering in all directions.

From beginning to end, this little guy never said a word.

"Seventh level of Qi training, dead?"

"Who was that person just now? It's definitely not my little flower!"

This college entrance examination live broadcast room is very popular, and they come here purely for their appearance. Everyone can't help but be stunned and suspect that they are hallucinating.

"This fighting style is too bloody and seems to have spoiled our little flower..."

In Wolong Nature Reserve,

A group of large and small pandas were also watching the live broadcast, exclaiming from time to time, "Come on, come on." Many adult pandas twitched their mouths at this time, having a bad premonition.

"Her lava thorn sword embryo was refined, and the refining was successful."

Jiang Ding thought slightly surprised.

Long-lived people should try not to form bonds and emotions with short-lived people.

If an enlightened panda cannot break through the foundation, it will die at most one hundred years old.

The way of swordsmanship has always been dangerous and brutal. No matter how good the conditions are, it is possible that the person will die during the practice, and the opponent seems to be quite timid and fragile at heart, and his character cannot be called decisive...

Therefore, he has not paid attention to each other in these years.

"good."

Jiang Ding felt happy in his heart, feeling happy that Kendo had welcomed a fellow traveler with outstanding talent and proven character.

"The innate peak is the same as mine back then. Coupled with the powerful physique of the Iron-eating Beast clan and the Lava Thorn Sword Embryo, she may become the number one cold weapon this year... If so, it will be the first milestone in the development of swordsmanship."

After spending some time paying attention to Hua Xiaohua, Jiang Ding continued to look at the others, trying to make an accurate assessment of the swordsmanship level of the younger generation of the Xianmen.

"It's somewhat unexpected. It's much better than previously expected. The highest level of swordsmanship seems to be that of an amateur swordsman at the eighth level."

"There are many talents in the Immortal Sect."

Jiang Ding sighed.

"As long as a path is given and some assistance is provided, even swordsmanship talents are like a carp crossing the river. In the world of immortal cultivation in the Three Kingdoms, even the second spiritual root monks are far from being able to compare with them."

Jiang Ding knows that this is not because the race of the mother planet is so excellent, but because of reproductive isolation or something.

It is entirely due to the continuous investment in education, continuous research and development, and continuous development of the seniors of Xianmen. As long as you have relevant talents and relevant paths, talents will continue to emerge.

This is the difference between acquired education.

"I estimate that within a few years at most, there will be amateur ninth-dan swordsmen who will reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship."

"As for the professional swordsman behind..."

"This is more difficult. It not only requires talent, but also emphasizes single-mindedness, complete and complete abandonment of other paths, and devoting oneself to the way of swordsmanship. Only in this way can it be possible to have sword intent and become a professional swordsman."

"People with extraordinary talents may not take this path."

"People who take this path may not have the highest level of talent. This is a rather contradictory thing. They can only rely on the accumulation of time and the inevitable coincidences that continue to occur."

Jiang Ding spread his thoughts and recorded the swordsmanship level of each candidate as data support for the next stage of the swordsmanship training plan.

Unknowingly, this year's cold weapon exam has entered the second half.

Jiang Ding turned his attention to Hua Xiaohua again.

She met her real opponent, a little fat man who was at the peak of his Qi training and seemed to have a wind spirit body.

The wind spells in his hand made him perfect. Wind sword, wind sword, storm and other spells were thrown at Hua Xiaohua one by one. He would never touch this seemingly weak panda with the physical flying sword weapon.

Hua Xiaohua remained motionless.

"Turtle Lava Thorn Sword Codex"!

Her sword embryo comes from this classic. Although she is only a young eagle at the peak of her innate nature, she already possesses a trace of the stoicism of a divine turtle. No matter how strong the wind blows from all directions, I will remain unmoved and stand still with my sword, ignoring the disturbances from the outside world. .

"I won't fight!"

After more than ten minutes of continuous bombardment, the panda was not damaged at all, while Feng Qingyu was panting and smashed on the spot.

Wind spells are notoriously fast and inherently invincible.

"impossible."

When Hua Xiaohua spoke for the first time, her voice was still milky.

Then, the body curled up into a spiked ball, and with a roar, all the energy accumulated from the previous beating exploded, the soul locked, and the body turned into a spiked stream of light and hit the windy fish in the sky.

"You can actually fly!"

Feng Qingyu shouted, his figure flickered, and he transformed into seven or eight shadows with similar auras, flying in all directions at an extremely fast speed, so fast that ordinary foundation-building monks could hardly catch up.

boom!

The black and white spiked dumpling ignored the other figures and just followed one figure, in a straight line, turning, up and down, and in a roundabout way. Despite his silly and cute appearance, the spiked dumpling was actually extremely flexible.

After a few breaths,

The spiked dumpling hit his shadow at a speed much faster than Feng Qingyu. With a bang, blood and flesh splashed everywhere, and the seven or eight shadows around him disappeared. There was no doubt that it was his real body.

On the same spot, a black and white spiked ball spun around dizzy several times before stopping.