Ten God Emperor

Yu Lie looked at the figure, and the heat in his eyes gradually subsided. After a long silence, look at Yun’s eyes and admire a little more admiration.

"Great, I admit defeat!"

Yu Lie held a fist in front of him, dragging his tired body and slowly walked down to Wutai.

After the flames in the center of the field were completely dissipated, the voice of the invigilator’s verdict was re-emerged: “Virtual class, cloud breaks!”

The atmosphere around the martial arts field was silent for a moment, and then the cheers of the mountains and the sea were issued.

"Akiyama brother, mighty!"

"Akiyama brother, mighty!"

The sounds of the waves rushed into the sky, and many people’s faces showed an excited look. Although everyone is the same grade, it is logically a competitor, but Yun Xiu’s cultivation is high. The inner excitement and admiration naturally revealed without any disguise.

Yunqi listened to the deafening cheers, and could not help but reveal a smile, nodded slightly, and walked slowly down the stage to return to his seat.

At the same time, the battle on another stage of the martial arts began to heat up.

On the ground of Yanwutai, there was scattered fine ice, and the coldness of the silk came out from a white body. The embroidered hand-held white long sword, the face was cold and frosty, the sword shook slightly, and the bones condensed with a bitter cold. The sword gas broke out and crossed a cold arc of light in the air.

Perhaps because the previous battle was too expensive for physical exercise, Luo Ping often seemed to have some physical strength. He held the lancet with both hands, and it seemed to tremble slightly. Perhaps because of the previous battle, the cold gas invaded the body, even if it had The wind attribute is energetic, and the movement at the moment has become dull.

A slamming sound of the gods, Luo Ping often lifted the lancet with both hands, and quickly swayed into the air, like a blade of the wind continually slashing the air from the sword.

A burst of white frost continued to permeate, and the sword did not stop at the slightest. When it hit the Luoping's blade, the surrounding air dropped sharply, condensing into an inch of ice crystals, covering the blade, and then moving toward him. The arm condensed.

"Hey!" Luo Ping often hurried back to the blade, pouring the vitality on his hands, and then slashing his blade toward the ice crystals. The ice crystals instantly shattered into small pieces of snow, slowly floating around him. There is quite a beautiful ice and snow illusion.

The ice attribute is originally used for the production of wind attributes, and Luo Ping often hurts the body. At this moment, he has felt some lack of strength.

Not far from the embroidered faint glaring at him, the long sword in his hand was inserted into the ground, cold and cold: "You are not my opponent, admit defeat, otherwise..."

When the voice did not fall, her palms were tightly held toward the hilt, and a white frosty scent perfused on the blade. After a while, it exploded toward the entire underground.

Like the tidal wave of the tide, when you swim across the ground, the rugged rocks are frozen into ice crystals. In the twinkling of an eye, the whole Yanwutai becomes an ice platform, emitting a chilly chill.

Luo Ping often tiptoes a little bit on the ground, the body flies like a blade, and throws two lancets on the ground, then the body rotates and falls, and the toes are gently placed on the handle.

Although he has escaped the cold, he has no way to go.

"Tian Xue tears the wind!"

A cold sound sounded, not far from the spiritual embroidered up the long sword, the sword body in the air, a rush of cold air sweeping over, in the blink of an eye will be engulfed Luo Ping.

Luo Ping often has a toe on his toes, and his body flies up. In order to avoid the coldness that swept through, he has retreated three feet away, and he will see the edge of Wutai.

At this time, the blizzard suddenly shot a fierce sword, each sword is filled with an icy atmosphere that is enough to freeze the air, and every position where the sword hits, it just happened to block Luo Pingchang. Retreat.

"Hey!"

A sword was accurately shot from his shoulders, palms, and ankles. When he had not touched the surface of his body, the sword gas broke out and quickly frozen Luo Ping's limbs.

The body was unable to move because of the condensation of the ice crystals. Luo Ping often fell heavily and played Wutai.

The ice and snow on the stage of the martial arts quickly dissipated, and the body of the embroidered body stood still coldly on the ice sheet, and the sword was gently pulled out from the snow-covered ground.

"Han Huai class, Ling embroidery wins!"

With the final result announced, the top three of the imaginary class test finally settled, the cloud breaks and the words are light, although there are small twists and turns in the test, but the final result is similar to their strength.

"In the end, the top three in the virtual class test are the autumn mountain, the embroidered and the light!"

The invigilator stood up from the seat of the military field. Dasheng announced the result. The enthusiastic cheers around the battlefield immediately stopped the cloud. Regardless of the final result, the strength of these three newcomers has been fully revealed. It is no exaggeration to say that they are the best generation of Qingling College in the past 100 years.

"Next, this is the last test of this imaginary class test. The top three players we stayed will be tested on the same stage, and the final outcome will be decided. The rule is, whoever falls out of the martial arts first, who will first Being eliminated, and ultimately staying, will be the first place in the exam and will also receive an additional chance to enter the library."

After the final test system was announced in the invigilation class, many of the onlookers showed a fiery look in their eyes. The Qingling College Library is the largest treasure house in the college, and the legendary meta-technical materials stored in the legendary The disciple is fascinated.

Yun Xie stood in the center of the martial arts, and stood in the middle of the martial arts. He heard the name of the library, and the words and the embroidered eyes were all slightly moved, because the competition for the seven sons of Qingling was still for them. Too far away, but the opportunity to enter the library is too tempting, what seems to be light, the face of the shell reveals a sly smile, the arm touched the body of the cloud break, clever smile: "Cloud Big Brother, anyway, you are all going to compete for the seven sons of Qingling. It is better to give me the opportunity to enter the library."

The light voice is not small, but it is also introduced into the ear of Lingxiu. When I heard this sentence, her beautiful face like ice has also bowed slightly. If Yunqi really abstained, then she still Has a small chance of winning.

So the eyes of the two beautiful women looked at Yunxiao in unison, and there was a glimpse of hope in the beautiful eyes.