After The College Entrance Examination, I Was Actually Encrypted By The National Sss Level

The purple-faced man in the distance sighed softly when he saw that the knife wielded by Li Qingyi drained all the life functions of the latter.

"Why give your life to protect someone other than your parents?"

Zi Lian looked at Li Qingyi with sad eyes: "Isn't it good to be alive?"

Yes... isn't it good to be alive? But Li Qingyi also wants to live...

"boom!"

Li Qingyi didn't talk nonsense, and slashed forward with that knife!

Zi Lian blocked it with both arms, blocking the knife with his front face, and bursts of muffled sounds came from between his mouth and nose.

Zi Lian was also hit by this knife, and the soles of his feet scraped the ground to draw a ravine that was a hundred meters long.

Even though his true form appeared, Zi Lian once again underestimated Li Qingyi's attack.

He was directly struck by the Tang Dao's sword and was seriously injured.

After the blow, Li Qingyi fell into Wang Jing'an's arms. His last life passed quickly, and his lower body began to dissipate, then to his abdomen, chest...

When Wang Jing'an saw this scene, he felt an indescribable bitterness and a touch of sadness in his heart.

After Li Qingyi finished wielding the knife, he completely lost the strength to stand up. Seeing Wang Jing'an's complicated eyes, he said hoarsely: "Jing'an... I want to see the scenery of the prosperous age of the human race... how wonderful it will be... …”

Li Qingyi's body was gradually disappearing. While the body was dissipating, he stretched out his old palm, leaned on Wang Jing'an's shoulder, squeezed out his last smile, and said with his remaining strength:

"Jing'an... you are like the blazing sun on earth, helping to bring an end to Li Qingyi's story..."

"Jing'an... You are the cicada in Li Qingyi's life, singing his midsummer..."

"Best greetings... We met in this summer, but this summer is not over yet..."

"Bear in peace... take a look for me... the future of the human race... a peaceful and prosperous age..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Qingyi, who fell into Wang Jing'an's arms, turned into wisps of energy and dissipated around him.

People of the older generation often say that the second before death, a person will use a very short time to recall his past events.

As for Li Qingyi, at the moment before his death, the scenes in his memories began to slowly reorganize.

At first, it flashed back to when I was a child, living with my grandfather.

Then he flashed back to his junior high school years and the self-blame and guilt he felt toward his grandfather.

When my grandfather passed away, there were still two sausages on the bedside table.

Finally, the scene settled on Wang Jing'an.

And the process of him disappearing into the peaceful and prosperous age of the human race...

belong……

Li Qingyi’s story…

it's over--

This cloaked man carrying a knife on a rainy night,

Outside a campus with countless dreams,

Under the lights of those classrooms, he made the most powerful sword in his life,

This knife,

The midsummer that cut out all the young students,

It also cut out the blazing sun in Li Qingyi's heart.

He also cut away the stories he had buried with his own hands,

At this point... there is no more sword-carrying Li Qingyi in the world!

…

The moment Li Qingyi disappeared.

The Tang Dao fell to the ground with a clang.

The terrifying energy of Tang Dao began to swallow up the majestic power.

These majestic powers were obtained by burning the life function of SS-level jade and stone. After Tang Dao devoured it, it actually sublimated!

at the same time!

The spirituality of Tang Dao spread in all directions, rising from the eighth level to the ninth level!

The ninth-grade spiritual weapon appeared out of nowhere at the moment Li Qingyi disappeared!

The entire campus was trembling!

Even the attacking monster beast groups began to feel fear.

Even the ghost-faced tiger with six levels of cultivation instinctively showed a look of fear.

When Wang Jing'an saw the spiritually sublimated Tang Dao, he finally understood why Li Qingyi had to sacrifice it to this sword.

This Tang Dao can absorb all energy.

No wonder Senior Sister Jin Yan said that if Li Qingyi was sacrificed to Tang Dao, any of the Ten Saints of the human race could easily kill the demon god with this knife!

The human race, use a boy who should be full of sunshine to create a ninth-grade spiritual weapon!

However, Li Qingyi never complained at all.

Perhaps the only thing Li Qingyi left in this world was this Tang Dao and the big black cloak he wore...

All the students were in awe after seeing Senior Qingyi die in battle.

Senior Qingyi left a very profound mark in their story.

These young students witnessed for the first time what tragedy is. Battles are always paved with blood!

There is nothing glamorous behind the hero!

But at this moment, Qing Yi is the hero in the hearts of all students!

Senior Qingyi passed away completely, but his story remains in everyone's heart!

The expression of the bald man holding the loudspeaker changed wildly: "Fuck your grandma's monster clan, I'll fuck your ancestors!"

All the instructors entered the craziest fighting state!

As teachers, none of them died in battle, but they watched a student die in battle...

In the distance, Zi Lian forcibly ate the sword light, leaving an unhealable wound on his body.

But Zi Lian's focus was not on his own injuries, but on his gaze in the distance: "Ninth-grade spiritual weapon! It's actually a ninth-grade spiritual weapon. No wonder those old immortals will equip you with a Tang Dao. It turns out that it's a ninth-grade spiritual weapon." We need to create the ninth grade!”

Zi Lian endured the severe pain from the wound and was about to snatch the Tang Dao.

"Get out of here!"

Wang Jing'an picked up the Tang Dao on the ground, put on the big black cloak, and wanted to fight Zi Lian, and then shouted in a certain direction:

"The human race owes you an ending, and I'm here to help you make up for it..."

Wang Jing'an held the Tang Dao and wore a big black cloak. He felt the affinity from the Tang Dao, as if it was tailor-made for him: "Junior Wang Jing'an, on behalf of all the students in the school, brings a complete conclusion to the story of senior Qing Yi. period!"

at the same time!

Wang Jing'an swung that knife!

The same action, different fate, but vividly displayed on a Tang Dao!

"Kaka..."

The power of Tang Dao combined with the terrifying Nan Ming Lihuo cut off one of Zi Lian's arms.

Although the gap between Wang Jingan's current cultivation level and Zi Lian's level is too big, but with the ability to surpass the SSS level and the ninth-grade Tang Dao, it is enough to seriously injure Zi Lian!

Zi Lian was shocked by the flaming swords wielded by Nanming Lihuo and Tang Dao.

Zi Lian sharpened his head and never thought that Nan Ming Lihuo was so terrifyingly strong. If Wang Jing'an grew up, he could even fight against the ten evil monsters alone...

Zi Lian let out a scream: "Damn, both of them are madmen, go to hell!"

With Zi Lian's cultivation level there, even if one of his arms was cut off, Wang Jing'an, holding a Tang sword, would not be able to defeat him.

After all, not everyone can consume their life functions to gain huge power like Li Qingyi.

However, the Nanming Lihuo on Wang Jing'an exploded with unparalleled power at this moment!

After all, the compatibility is so high, the flames produced are extremely terrifying, and the huge Suzaku is surrounded by fire feathers.

"Go to hell!" Wang Jing'an was on the verge of rage. The Tang Dao in his hand fell and he swung it to a height never seen before by Wang Jing'an!

This knife, carrying the afterimage of the giant Suzaku, shocked the entire audience!

It was even more violent than the Suzaku afterimage that erupted on campus.

Countless people looked over subconsciously.

Everyone was shocked by Wang Jing'an's strength.

Junior Jing'an, are you already this strong after taking the college entrance examination?

"Madman, madman!" After Zi Lian was slashed, Suzaku was seriously injured, and the flames burning on his body could not be extinguished, which meant that he would be burned alive by the flames. Death: "You have exhausted all your strength, it's my turn!"

After all, Zi Lian was a seventh-level warrior, so he didn't dare to hold back. He was really frightened by that guy Wang Jing'an, and almost capsized in the gutter!

With a bang, Zi Lian no longer retained his strength, and quickly rushed to Wang Jing'an. The latter was kicked out by Zi Lian and grabbed the Tang Dao.

However, before Zi Lian could laugh, he felt the rejection from Tang Dao.

This rejection is extremely strong.

The Tang Sword is now at the ninth level, and its spirituality is terrifying. As long as it is repulsed by it, it will be impossible to hold the sword.

Zi Lian held the Tang Dao forcefully, and felt severe pain in his arm: "Damn it, this Tang Dao actually rejects itself. It seems that it will take some effort to take it back..."

"Take it back? Can you leave?"

at this time.

In the distant sky of Canglong Martial Arts School, an old figure stood up.

The principal finally showed up.

However, it appeared too late.

More than a dozen students have died in the battle, including Li Qingyi...

"Principal, although I can't beat you, if I want to leave, you can't stop me." Zi Lian said coldly, not forgetting to take some time to suppress Tang Dao with his majestic strength, trying his best to avoid it. Let the knife have a rejection reaction.

Zi Lian has absolute strength and can run away from the principal, so he dares to come to Canglong to assassinate Wang Jing'an who has not yet grown up.

"It's true that I can't stop you, but it's not me who stops you." After saying that, the principal looked in a certain direction.

In that direction, stood a middle-aged man.

This man's aura was calm and intimidating, and he still had a faint sword fighting spirit.

"Guess who he is." The principal stepped on the air and stood with his hands behind his back.

Zi Lian raised his head and looked in that direction, feeling the calm and powerful sword aura. He was silent for a few seconds before revealing his fear: "Sword Master?!"

Wang Dingtian took one step at a time and reached behind Zi Lian with one kick. He easily grabbed the Tang sword and said, "This sword is not yours."

Zi Lian did not move. Now he was extremely panicked: "As the Ten Saints of the human race, you are not afraid of breaking the truce signed between the human race and the demon race by taking action rashly?"

"I want to eradicate the scum of the human race. What does the truce covenant have to do with it?"

Wang Dingtian looked calm, slowly raised his palm, and then put his two fingers together to turn them into a sword!

Suddenly a sword energy shot out, piercing Zi Lian's heart at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye.

What was pierced along with it was the mask.

The moment the mask came off, a man's face was revealed.

"When the monster entered the capital, I knew that things were not simple. It was you who did it from behind." Wang Dingtian seemed to have guessed the identity of the other party.

The true identity of this purple-faced man is the city lord stationed in Fengjing City.

If the city lord hadn't nodded, it would have been impossible for so many monsters to enter the capital quietly.

The presence of so many monsters in the capital is enough to explain a lot of problems.

In the end, Zi Lian let out an unwilling roar, fell into a pool of blood, and died a violent death.

What killed Zi Lian was just the sword energy transformed from one finger of Wang Dingtian.

This scene made many people frightened.

Even the ghost-faced tiger leading the team had already ran outside the moment he saw Wang Dingtian.

"The sword points to the sky and uses Qi to transform the Tao!"

Wang Dingtian stood there, with the index and middle fingers of his left hand together, pointing to the sky.

A mighty sword energy fell from the sky!

The sword energy settled into the ground like a waterfall in less than a second!

Also fixed at the same time was the ghost-faced tiger.

As a ghost-faced tiger with six realms of cultivation, he was pinned to death by the sword energy without even letting out a scream.

As soon as the ghost-faced tiger was immobilized by the sword energy, the sword energy exploded and swept in all directions, and countless demon tigers were directly rolled into pools of flesh and blood.

These flesh and blood were washed away under the heavy rain.

With just one sword, all difficulties were resolved!

This is the power of the Ten Saints of the human race!

After finishing this, Wang Dingcai looked at Wang Jing'an who was in a daze not far away and didn't speak for a long time.

After about a few minutes, Wang Jing'an's tired face began to show disbelief: "Dad...how can you be...the ten saints of the human race?"

"Jing'an, dad actually doesn't want to hide anything from you, but as he holds a high position, sometimes he can't help himself." Wang Dingtian said lightly.

"Haha...hehehe...since you are one of the ten saints of the human race and you have solved the current predicament in just a few moments, why didn't you take action earlier? If you had taken action earlier, Qing Yi would not have died!" Wang Jing'an almost collapsed emotionally.

He is not proud at all because his father is the Ten Saints of the human race.

Although he and Li Qingyi had only become friends for less than a month, if Qingyi had not died, they would indeed have become better friends in the future.

The words Li Qingyi said before his death were still echoing deep in Wang Jing'an's mind.

How miserable is this life? After death, one would want to see the future... peaceful age of the human race.

Qing Yi is also afraid of death, but he would rather bear everything silently until he devotes his last life to Tang Dao.

"I'm sorry Jing'an, Li Qingyi's death is the most critical step in opening the road to the human race." Wang Dingtian's face remained calm, without too many waves.

Many students nearby, including Han Shaoyun, Li Jinyan, Chen Tingxi, Chen Yance, Lin Jinfeng, and Yang Zhen, were shocked by Wang Jing'an's identity.

Wang Jing'an is actually the son of the Sword Master!

But Wang Jing'an was staring at the Tang Dao in Wang Dingtian's hand.

He saw that Tang Dao had a repulsive reaction, but Wang Dingtian had to use his majestic strength to suppress Tang Dao. Wang Jing'an laughed, a little pathetically:

"Your careful plan failed. Although this knife has been sublimated, it will produce severe rejection. Using this knife to kill monsters will become a burden to you."

After saying that, Wang Jing'an looked at the place where Li Qingyi disappeared just now.

The heavy rain is gradually fading, and there seems to be the sound of cicadas...

Wang Jing'an looked at everything on campus again.

The classroom inside was lit up.

Then he looked at the seriously injured and exhausted students.

These students, like Wang Jing'an, looked in that direction, and at this moment they actually felt the warmth of the evening breeze blowing around them...

Perhaps, as Qing Yi said, I am like a cicada that chirped throughout the whole summer, but it also withered in this summer...

"Brother told me before that his wish was to fight against the demon clan and die on the battlefield. Unexpectedly, today, he would die in the hands of the scum of the human race..."

Li Jinyan now hates those scum very much. Why do such people appear?

We are all human beings, wouldn't it be good to unite and deal with the outside world?

After listening to Senior Sister Jin Yan's words, Wang Jing'an felt an inexplicable sense of loss in his heart: "The chirping of cicadas this summer is like the warm sunshine after the rain, warmer than any love words..."