Ming Shuangli breathed a sigh of relief when she saw this and said, "I hope everyone can calm down. Fighting is by no means the only solution..."

“But it is indeed a very efficient solution.”

Everyone followed the sound and found a single ponytail girl sitting on the tree. Leyu recognized her as the sports girl who had been swimming in the swimming pool that day.

She wore shorts and stockings, shaking her long legs and said, "Sister Shuangli, seeking a sword to compete for the position may be the only opportunity in our lives to change our destiny. No matter what others think, I am unwilling to give up."

"Taolang, what fate do you have to change?" Ming Shuangli sighed and said, "What fate do you have? Can't you let me help you change it?"

"No now does not mean there is no future." Ming Taolang jumped down: "And I have been looking forward to the position of Xunjian for a long time - I have been training these days, hoping to win the first place in the competition. How can you make me surrender after saying a few words?"

“This is not a game.”

"This is the competition, and the competition is about who is the best among the sisters."

"Even if the price is death?"

"Sister Shuangli, didn't you say that you would take good care of us if you win?"

Ming Shuangli blinked and scratched her head: "What... How do you say... If you surrender now, I will be very nice to you; but if you are defeated by me, I will only be a little nice to you."

"A little bit is enough." Ming Taolang smiled and said, "I'm not very greedy."

"Although Sister Taolang doesn't use her brain to speak." In the bushes on the other side, a thin girl stood up, holding a branch with her hands, and her eyes were covered with dark circles. She spoke in a lazy tone: "But her core idea is right."

"You cannot put your hope on others, especially on the emperor, unless you are the emperor yourself."

"Yueyan, you are..." Ming Shuangli was a little helpless: "I thought you were a person who hates adventure."

"I don't want to take risks, but now is not the time for me to lie down at home and sleep in." Mingyueyan said yawning: "Instead of believing in your governing ability, I think it's better for me to go on my own. At least there is no need to say regrets like 'Oh why did I give up this opportunity to 'Shuangli' in the future'."

"Then...whether of your scabbards."

"Already on?"

Bang bang!

Faced with the sudden attack of gunfire, Niruo cut the circle with one sword on the spot, and the wind was like a wall. In an instant, all the surrounding trees were cut off, and all the bullets fell to the ground!

Cherry Dragon Sword Dance·Fu She!

Both sword scabbards are long-distance attackers who know Lingxu's tactics! For Niruo, who has a crazy face, long-distance shooting happens to deal with him!

Seeing Neruo breaking into the jungle and chasing Ling Xu's sword sheath, Ming Taolang clenched his fists and said, "Sister Shuangli, do you want to fight?"

"I'm not responsible for the fight when you fight alone." Mingyueyan shrugged.

“No need.”

Ming Shuangli gave up the Holy Sword Huiyao and said, "Since you all have the support of the sword sheath, it doesn't make sense to continue to block it."

"Really?" Ming Dailan, who was helping the teenager treat his injuries, immediately ran over and said, "Count me for one."

"But is this really good?" Ming Shuangli asked, "Is it possible to end this game early, but do we really have to hate each other? Or can I really not make you recognize me as the next emperor?"

"If you want us to recognize you, you should defeat us in the pursuit of swords and ranks, proving that you are indeed the most suitable candidate."

The girl wearing a star hairpin walked out from behind the tree and said seriously: "You may have a sincere attitude, but nothing can be changed by attitude alone. You either defeat us with your strength or let us take the initiative to entrust your hopes to you."

"Words are very pale, and fighting is the best communication. Only through fighting can we understand each other's abilities and sincerity."

"Shuiyun..." Ming Shuangli said helplessly: "You always do this, and you don't show any mercy..."

"Because I knew it a long time ago." Ming Shuiyun said: "Some things you can do as long as you are ruthless, but more things are useless for you to bet on your hope of life. Your promise is sincere, but you really can't do it in the future."

"You are right, I'm too naive." She looked at the sisters gathered around Holy Sword Huiyao and sighed: "Actually, I just hope to leave the college as soon as possible. After all, you also know the dormitory environment of the college..."

"Yes!"

"Ah..."

“What should I do…”

The girls who obtained the badge of light from the Holy Sword Radiance looked at each other, and there was a hint of regret on their faces, which made the Leyu feel a little superior - haha, the teacher's dormitory is luxurious and comfortable.

However, what is more troublesome than this matter is Junzu's reply.

Leyu still doesn't know who his sword master is. When he sent a message from Nasser's Heart until it started to perm, Junzu finally replied:

"casual."

What does it mean?

Is there anyone named Ming Suishian?

But Yueyu actually understands it in my heart.

Liwei actually didn't care much about seeking swords and fighting for throne, or Liwei didn't think that the swordsman he supported could win from the beginning.

The scabbard is just a benefit, a reward for Qin Leyin. He can directly invest in other more promising sword seekers, and when the new emperor ascends the throne, he will naturally rise.

Zhuo Jue believes that there is a great risk in seeking swords to compete for the throne, which is based on Leyu being only loyal to one person. But if Leyu is willing to cheat and have an affair, then there is actually no risk in seeking swords to compete for the throne, and socialites can easily survive until the end.

The liberal guard is quite caring for him.

‘Whatever’ means, you can participate, but if you don’t, you’ve already won. Whoever is the final winner must have good intentions for the scabbard that gave up from the beginning.

Moreover, there are probably more than one sword seeker who has been abandoned, so Leyu can also find someone to be the sword master at will... It sounds like a frivolous scumbag.

Just as the music was thinking, there was suddenly a heavy sound of footsteps coming from the jungle.

Nieru walked back step by step, Ming Shuangli greeted, "Nieruo, you no longer have to fight, we decide-"

clang!

Niruo suddenly slashed out the cherry dragon floating boat towards Ming Dailan. When he saw Guanghe was about to tear the cute girl who was already stupid, he suddenly inserted a gun into the next side, cutting off the Guanghe of Fuzhou!

After simple treatment, the boy had recovered his combat power, and the broken spear was also taken back. He was standing in front of Ming Dailan, staring at Nirou with his eyes: "Run quickly!"

"ah!"

Ming Shuangli suddenly remembered something: "I remember Nie Ruo said that the crazy mask has a side effect, that is, after wearing it for a long time, you will kill randomly without distinguishing yourself from the enemy... But I should not be afraid, because the spiritual influence of the Holy Sword Huiyao should override the crazy mask."

"Ah!? Why does this effect exist?" Ming Taolang was still surprised. Mingyueyan had turned around and ran away. The others looked at each other, then turned around and ran in different directions.

Seeing them running away, a faint green light appeared in Niruo's eyes under his mask. He picked up the cherry sword and took a detour and chased after him, ignoring the spear boy blocking the road ahead!

"He will give priority to chasing those who are qualified to take the oath!" The young man shouted: "You should use the oath qualifications quickly!"

...

...

Ming Shuiyun tried his best to use the little bit of Lingxu steps he could to escape in the dark and complex forest of all things.

She thought to herself.

She had actually expected this, and her family background and identity were destined to be unable to become a candidate recognized by the court. Although she was lucky enough to be selected for the throne of the sword, she had almost never been trained before the start of school - Ming Shuangli's eloquence and speech were not innate talents.

The abandoned son who ran away, she knew very well her position in this sword-seeking battle.

It is always like this. For the sake of the overall situation, for the benefit, and for the miscellaneous things, there are always people who want to be abandoned. She used to hate this, but now she can't hate it because if she doesn't want to be abandoned, she can't even get such an opportunity.

Her cards were not good. She used to hate why she had such bad cards. Now what she learned is how to play this deck well.

but……

Ming Shuiyun looked back and found that the dark green light and shadow had already chased after him. He stepped on the thorns and broke through the obstacles. Ming Shuiyun's Lingxu steps were almost the same as walking in his eyes.

He left the game at the beginning. Even though Ming Shuiyun had thought about many bad situations, he never thought about such bad situations.

Squeak!

In panic, coupled with the extremely poor visibility of Yueming Star, Ming Shuiyun accidentally tripped over the groves and rushed forward to the ground. Around it was a dark forest, and behind it was a crazy face Niruo who had already raised the cherry-shaped sword. Ming Shuiyun sighed, stopped struggling, and waited for the end of everything.

Sure enough... some things are useful if you work hard, but more things are betting on nothing.

However, there is already endless darkness around you, so how can you not fly into the flames?

Within a few breaths, Nirruo had already come to his front, without making any sound or hesitation, he raised his cherry-toothed sword and then slashed it down.

Ming Shuiyun stared at the sword light falling, trying to remember the last scenery he could see—

Then, she saw a sudden light exploding above Nirou, like a ferocious hungry wolf rushing from above!

clang!

Niruo used his blade to protect his head and retreated quickly. Even so, a lot of flesh and blood were still scraped away from his shoulders and arms, and drops of blood dripping in the air and even fell on Ming Shuiyun's face.

It was a red-haired man with long hair shining slightly in the darkness.

Cool, but very nice.

Bathed in the favor of the moonlight, he looked sideways at Ming Shuiyun and asked, "Do you have a scabbard?"

Ming Shuiyun shook her head: "No."
Chapter completed!