Monarch of Evernight: Thirteenth opening

bsp;Other than being extremely heavy and extremely strong, this sword has no other special abilities. But upon closer inspection, Qianye found that its manufacturing process was extremely sophisticated and it was extremely comfortable to swing.

How can such an exquisite design and such superb craftsmanship only have the characteristic of ‘mountain’? Even if ‘mountain’ is a ‘solid’ promotion characteristic, it shouldn’t be. Based on the material of this sword, at least four or five force arrays can be attached to it.

Is it really a semi-finished product? This seems to be the only explanation, but how could the Song clan put a semi-finished product into the arsenal. Recalling Mr. Lu's seemingly profound words that day, Qianye felt a little uncertain again.

After getting familiar with the nature of the sword, Qianye threw the scabbard aside, held the sword in one hand, and stabbed straight with one step. Dongyue's sword came out like the wind and stabbed against a doll.

Qianye then held the sword sometimes with both hands and sometimes with one hand, stabbing, slashing, and slashing, all practicing the most basic movements. But as Qianye drew his sword faster and faster, the Dongyue sword began to faintly sound like wind and thunder, and it became increasingly difficult to control it.

When the sword finally turned into a stab, Qianye couldn't control himself, his wrist shook slightly, and Dongyue's sword edge brushed against a steel doll. The lower body of this doll didn't move at all, but the upper body suddenly collapsed and turned into a pile of scrap steel!

Qianye continued to practice his sword. Dongyue's thrust was as light as the wind at the moment, and there was a vague shadow on the sword's edge. As long as the dense steel dolls are brought to a point by the sword's edge, they will shrink into a ball of scrap metal with a crunching sound.

After practicing for a full hour, more than half of the puppets in the field were damaged. Qianye then sheathed his sword and went to the sidelines to rest. He took out the sword skills book he had copied from the Song Dynasty's collection, read it carefully, and compared it with his own practice experience.

The basic-level sword skills book contains mostly techniques for wielding a sword with force, which is just right for Qianye now. In the past, he rarely used heavy weapons in Huangquan and Red Scorpion. Now, as his body becomes stronger and stronger, ordinary weapons are no longer easy to use. Sometimes, he has to grab weapons from werewolves or spider demons on the battlefield. , but fighting entirely based on physical instinct.

Although defeating ten guilds with one force is also a tactic, manpower is always exhausted. Now that Qianye's ability to defeat enemies has increased, he needs to hone his skills.

Qianye closed his eyes and meditated for a while. After the handyman came in and replaced a batch of new dolls, he picked up his sword again and continued practicing basic sword styles. Another hour passed in the blink of an eye, and this time twenty-one of the fifty steel dolls were damaged, three less than the previous time.

Qianye rested for half an hour before starting to practice again. Nineteen of the third batch of fifty dolls were damaged, leaving two more missing.

Sixteen vehicles were damaged in the fourth batch, and eleven vehicles were damaged in the fifth batch.

When the midnight bell rang, there was no light in the martial arts arena, and only the faint sound of wind and thunder could be heard. Qianye practiced his sword in the dark for more than an hour without hurting any steel doll.

In the next few days, Qianye honed his sword skills day and night, and occasionally went to Song Cangzang to read books. He didn't learn any swordsmanship, he just practiced the most basic movements over and over again.

This is the training method of Huang Quan's killing method, which pays attention to the most ferocious and simple.

As the practice progressed, more and more steel puppets were placed in the venue. In the end, the distance between the puppets was only enough for Qianye to pass sideways. Even so, the number of damaged dolls was still plummeting. By the last afternoon, not a single doll was accidentally damaged. When Qianye swung his sword, the faint sound of wind and thunder could no longer be heard.

In the past few days, Song Zining had hardly practiced. He was running around secretly and making countless private transactions.

In a blink of an eye, the official day of Mrs. Anguo’s birthday has arrived.

On that day, the entire Yunshan Mountain was decorated and everyone was filled with joy. Anyone who can show a small face at the birthday banquet must be a person of high status. Not to mention guest warriors like Qianye, even the common people and side children of the Gaoling Song clan were not qualified to enter Wendao Manor, let alone sit on the banquet.

Song Zining brought his servants named Zhong Song to the banquet, while Qianye and Gao Junyi stayed in another courtyard to practice.

There was no topic between the two. Gao Junyi seemed a little dissatisfied because Song Zining gave the other guest warrior's spot to Qianye instead of his sworn brother.

So under Gao Junyi's half-joking and half-provocation, Qianye had a virtual fight with him.

When the two of them walked out of the fighting room, although Gao Junyi was not too convinced yet, his view of Qianye was greatly changed. In a virtual fighting environment where the Force is suppressed, the fighting instincts and combat experience of both parties are tested. As soon as Gao Junyi gets started, he knows that Qianye looks young, but he is also a veteran who has experienced hundreds of battles, and he has the art of killing.

It’s just that Gao Junyi didn’t know that Qianye was not serious with him at all.

After Zhengshou finished, the next day was the Song clan’s ten-year exam.

The first martial arts academy is divided into three days. The venue is located outside Wendao Manor and can accommodate a regiment of private soldiers to practice at the same time. On the first and last days of the martial arts assessment, Mrs. Anguo will be present to watch the battle in person.

This is both a privilege and an opportunity for all those participating in the war. If you can enter the eyes of your ancestors, you will be able to soar into the sky.

The parade stage in the school grounds has been decorated. Dozens of old people with various dignities have already been seated. The elders of the Song clan at home are almost gathered here. There is an empty couch in the center, which is obviously the place where Mrs. An Guogong lives.

All the Song clan disciples and guest warriors who participated in the assessment lined up under the high platform. At nine o'clock, with the support of several women, an old lady with silver hair on her temples walked up to the high platform and sat down tremblingly.

This was the first time Qianye saw the legendary Mrs. An Guo. She was so old that her years seemed to have frozen on her body, and her eyes were kind, no different from an ordinary grandmother.

Mrs. An Guogong glanced at the audience, her eyes narrowed as if she could not see clearly, and then she smiled, "Okay! These children are very good, they look good. Zining, come up, come up!" ”

Song Zining seemed to have been used to it for a long time. He jumped onto the stage with countless hot looks and bowed politely.

Mrs. An Guogong took Song Zining's hand, smiled and said to Song Zhongnian, the lord next to her: "Of all your grandsons, I like Zining the best. He is well-born, talented and knowledgeable, and his words are also lovable!"

All the elders smiled in response, but some people in the audience couldn't help but show strange expressions. What's the reason for being born well and speaking likeable? Moreover, the talents praised by our ancestors did not refer to martial arts, but miscellaneous subjects such as calligraphy and painting.

Mrs. An Guogong didn't care what others thought. As she spoke, she took off a jade ring from her thumb and stuffed it into Song Zining's hand.

Song Zining calmly put the ring on his hand without any care. It was a level 6 defensive weapon. Although it could only be used once, it was enough to block the general's frontal attack. Mrs. An Guogong's preference for Song Zining was always unabashed and made people extremely speechless.

Qianye in the audience frowned. He had always heard that the ancestor of the Song Dynasty favored Song Zining. After seeing it with his own eyes today, he always felt that something was wrong. Isn't this just making enemies for Song Zining? Before he could think any more, an elder stood up on the stage and began to read out the first round battle list.

There are twenty-four Song Dynasty disciples taking part in the exam, and forty-eight guest warriors. Among them, the guest warriors must play several rounds first to determine the top 16, and then compete with the bottom 16 disciples of the Song Dynasty in a knockout round until eight people are determined, and then join the top eight among the Song Dynasty disciples. Become the top 16 in this round of martial arts exam. Finally, there will be a duel in pairs until the individual winner is determined.

Each participant will receive points according to their ranking. In the end, whichever disciple of the Song Dynasty and their guest warriors add up to the most points will be the first in the martial arts test.

Four venues have been arranged in the school grounds, which can accommodate four games at the same time. In addition to powerful weapons such as Force grenades and hand-held Force cannons, the battle is not limited to the weapons used, nor is it limited to life or death.

According to the regulations, sixteen fighters will have a bye in the first round. Neither Qianye nor Gao Junyi had a bye. With the heirs trying their best to influence the match schedule, such a good thing would naturally not happen to Song Zining.

It can be seen that all the heirs have made great efforts to recruit people. The eight guest warriors in the first batch of battles are all experienced and fierce, and their combat power exceeds the standard ninth-level warriors. They are placed outside. , is a ruthless person who can easily crush opponents at the same level.

Moreover, the fighting was extremely fierce. There was no politeness or courtesy between the guest warriors, and no room was spared for their attacks. There was bloodshed at the end of the battle in almost every venue.

In the four games of the second round, Gao Junyi’s name was called.

Among the four battles in this round, the longest one lasted nearly an hour. And Gao Junyi does have some real talent, and he defeated his opponent in less than half an hour. However, he also paid a price. He received a deep cut on his left arm, almost breaking the bone.

Gao Junyi held his head high when he came off the field. He laughed loudly as he passed by Qianye and said, "Little guy, don't embarrass the Seventh Young Master later." Being able to defeat his opponent in the first round is worthy of boasting. , you must know that none of the guest warriors participating in the battle is mediocre.

Qianye just smiled, but Song Zining was full of joy and praised Gao Junyi.

At this moment, the elder who presided over the exam read An Renyi's name. Qianye stood up, casually picked up Dongyue who was leaning on the edge of his seat, and walked towards the competition ground.

When Qianye walked to the center of the venue and stood still, Mrs. An Guogong on the high platform suddenly opened her eyes slightly and glanced at him, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Qianye, who was quietly waiting for the game to start, suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, as if there were a pair of eyes watching him from the dark, and he subconsciously looked towards the high platform. But at this time, the ancestor of the Song clan had already lowered his eyes and fell into a state of sleep again.

No one on the high platform noticed that Mrs. An Guo opened her eyes for a moment just now, and no one was surprised that the ancestors were asleep. The fight between these juniors had a profound impact on An Guo, who had been promoted to the rank of divine general more than 40 years ago. For Madam, it is like a child wielding a sword in front of adults, there is really no fun at all. Perhaps only when the children of the Song Dynasty appeared on the stage, she would pay a little attention.

However, although Mrs. An Guogong closed her eyes, no one dared to slack off on the high platform. With the ancestor's current cultivation level, even if nine percent of his energy was asleep, as long as he was left awake, the whole audience would not be able to think of anything. Able to hide it from her.

"The ninth battle, Du Dahai vs. An Renyi, starts now! The tenth battle, Cao Junping vs. Gu Xiaohui..." As soon as the elder finished speaking, the bell that marked the start of the battle was rung.

Qianye’s attention finally turned to his opponent. Standing at the other end of the field was a red-faced man with a hideous scar on his left cheek.

Qianye looked at him, suddenly smiled and said, "You are from Song Ziqi, right?"