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The forests are covered with trees, and the trees are covered with snow.

Leaving the base, a few miles north is the beast hunting ground.

In order to prevent the beasts from escaping and endangering the people, the hunting ground is surrounded by a tight steel fence, hundreds of meters high, with ultra-high voltage current, 24 hours a day, like a thunder and lightning wall, blocking the entire primeval forest.

In addition, the government has also arranged an army to guard the hunting ground.

It is easy to imagine the cost.

It is definitely an astronomical figure.

But it is worth it.

As long as the training camp can produce a knight in each session, the Donglin government can make a profit.

The remaining students, regardless of their achievements, are equivalent to net profit.

"Military restricted area, no outsiders allowed!"

At the gate of the beast hunting ground, a soldier with a gun stopped Ning Chuan.

"I am a student of the Shanhai Talent Training Camp."

Ning Chuan raised his right hand, revealing a black watch.

This is a monitor issued by the base, which can record the information of students killing beasts for the purpose of updating the list.

At the same time, it can also show his identity.

Seeing this, the soldier stepped back and stopped blocking Ning Chuan, allowing him to enter the hunting ground.

In an open space behind the door, several teenagers sat and rested, with monitors on their wrists, obviously also students of the training camp.

However, Ning Chuan looked unfamiliar and guessed that they were warrior students.

"I came here before dawn, and worked hard all morning, but I didn't even find a hair of the beast!"

"Oh, don't say it, I am the same."

"I did encounter a general-level beast, but it turned out to be a level 2 poison arrow beast, and I almost lost my life!"

Several students talked.

In their words, they all complained about the difficulty of finding the beast.

Hearing these words, Ning Chuan's expression remained unchanged, and he continued to walk deeper into the hunting ground.

He knew that the lush vegetation in the primeval forest would block his vision.

If you want to find a fierce beast in it, it doesn't matter if your eyesight is good or bad, it's very difficult.

But he has more than just excellent eyesight.

"Huh!"

Ning Chuan walked in the forest, his nose kept sniffing, and he carefully sensed it. Not long after, he smelled a faint fishy smell next to a bush.

A fierce beast should have passed by not long ago.

This sense of smell is quite powerful!

After all, it is difficult for a warrior of the fifth or sixth rank to detect the smell left by a fierce beast when it passed by, let alone the awakening realm.

"It came from the west."

Ning Chuan sniffed and moved forward quickly in the direction of the smell.

More than ten miles later.

The fishy smell became heavier and heavier, and it was everywhere.

Ning Chuan concluded in his heart that the fierce beast was nearby.

He looked up and scanned.

However, due to the dense branches and leaves, the scene a hundred meters away was almost invisible.

Suddenly, Ning Chuan's ears moved slightly and caught a faint chewing sound.

"11 o'clock, about 750 meters away from me."

Ning Chuan made a judgment.

Then, he jumped onto the tree, performed the wind step, and swept towards the direction of the sound.

There was no sound when he jumped, and the branch he landed on did not tremble. The whole person was like an invisible ghost.

"Blade-toothed pig!"

Ning Chuan stood on a horizontal branch, with a slender figure. His sight passed through the obstruction of the branches and leaves and saw the beast dozens of meters away.

It was similar in shape to a wild boar, but larger in size.

Two fangs protruded from its mouth, each more than half a foot long, extremely sharp, with a cold metallic luster.

"A general-level beast, one level high, but I can beat it!"

Ning Chuan kicked hard and jumped off the tree trunk like lightning. He held the silver-blooded sword tightly in both hands and took advantage of the momentum of falling to swing it hard at the neck of the bladed pig.

Chi!

The air made a sound like tearing silk.

Thirty-six slashes of rainstorm!

The bladed pig reacted quickly, shook its head, flashing a cold light, and used its fangs to meet the attacking sword.

Boom!

Fire splashed in the sound of metal clashing.

The bladed pig weighing more than a ton instantly left the ground with its four hooves and was chopped away by Ning Chuan.

Thirty-six slashes of rainstorm are not known for their heavy force.

However, Ning Chuan's physical fitness was too strong, and with the help of the momentum of falling, the power of this slash exceeded ten tons!

Bang!

Ning Chuan kept moving. As soon as he landed, he pushed his feet hard again, using Wind Shadow Three Thousand. In the blink of an eye, he was close to the Blade Fang Pig again.

Chi!

A horizontal slash hit the air, and Ning Chuan swung the Silver Blood Sword to cut the air, faster than the previous slash.

This was the second slash of the Thirty-Six Slashes of the Heavy Rain!

The Blade Fang Pig was furious, staring at the human in front of him, exerting force on his neck, and swung his two

The fangs hit the sword with a thud.

Ning Chuan's eyes were cold, and he didn't care, so he swung the third slash.

Thirty-six slashes of the rainstorm, each one faster than the last.

The first few slashes were just to build up momentum.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bladed pig swung its fangs, sparks flew, and blocked Ning Chuan's three slashes in succession.

However.

When Ning Chuan swung the sixth slash, there was no loud sound of metal clashing, but a muffled sound like entering the flesh.

Puff!

Blood splattered, and the bladed pig was unable to intercept. The left side of its body was hit by the silver-blooded sword, leaving a hideous wound one or two meters long, with blood pouring out.

"Ah!"

The bladed pig roared, and the pain aroused its ferocity. A black light rose up, covering its fangs, exuding a sharp and fierce feeling.

It rushed forward with all its might, trying to pierce Ning Chuan's body with its fangs, severing his life.

Ning Chuan was not in a hurry, exerting force on his feet, performing Wind Shadow Three Thousand, dodging successfully, and swinging Silver Blood to perform the seventh slash of Thirty-Six Slashes of Heavy Rain.

Chi!

Silver Blood cut through the air, as fast as lightning.

The Blade Fang Pig wanted to block it, but it was too late. When the fangs just raised, there was another bloody wound on its body with a puff.

It was more serious than the previous one, and blood gushed out like a spring.

Chi!

With the sound of breaking through the air, the eighth slash was swung out, cutting off several ribs of the Blade Fang Pig!

"Um..."

The Blade Fang Pig's anger dissipated, and its roar became low, revealing a sense of fear.

It had a certain wisdom and knew that it would be killed if it continued to fight.

Out of instinct, the Blade Fang Pig immediately fled, but its speed was more than one level slower than Ning Chuan. After several attempts, all failed, and instead, there were several more bloody wounds on its body.

Chila!

Finally, Ning Chuan swung the thirteenth slash, and like a flash of lightning, he chopped off the Blade Fang Pig's head with one slash.

Looking at the corpse of the Blade Fang Pig, Ning Chuan waited for a while.

But there was no prompt sound in his mind.

Ning Chuan couldn't help but feel a little regretful.

When the Lightning Thunder Slash killed the Thunder Bird for the first time before, it directly broke through to the subtle realm.

So, he deliberately used the Thirty-Six Slashes of Heavy Rain to kill the Blade Fang Pig, hoping to get an upgrade.

Unfortunately, it didn't work.

The Blade Fang Pig seemed unable to trigger the Thirty-Six Slashes of Heavy Rain.

But this didn't exceed Ning Chuan's expectations.

The Thunder Bird contained the artistic conception of thunder, which made the Lightning Thunder Slash understand that the Blade Fang Pig, a fierce beast, really didn't seem to be related to the Thirty-Six Slashes of Heavy Rain.

"The training camp stipulates that the beasts killed belong to the government, but it's not a loss to get points."

No longer paying attention to martial arts, Ning Chuan focused on the bladed pig lying on the ground.

He killed the beast as an awakened realm, and the points doubled, and he could get 200 points.

If converted into money, at least 2.4 million!

"Hurry up and find the next beast!"

After taking a few steps, Ning Chuan turned back.

He suddenly thought of something, the silver blood sword, which can repair the blade by sucking blood.

"The silver blood looks broken, but it is actually very strong. I don't know what the deep meaning of this repair is."

Ning Chuan whispered to himself and inserted the silver blood into the body of the bladed pig.