Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 72: ? Sir, he forced me

With the autumn rains one after another, the temperature difference in the weather dropped sharply, and many people were wrapped in cotton clothes.

After the actual combat assessments in the afternoon are all over, even if this two-day national scientific examination has officially come to an end, as for the root bone test on the third day, there is basically no suspense.

After all, the root bone is a matter of a lifetime, and it will not change much.

Autumn rains last forever.

Luojiang Academy, the top of the teaching building.

Wen Ting was holding a porcelain cup, and the wolfberry tea in the cup had gradually cooled down.

There was a little drizzle in the sky and the ground, but when it approached his body again, a sword energy was born, cutting the drizzle to pieces.

Suddenly, Wen Ting raised his head, looked into the distance, and saw a sword flower blooming rapidly, first as a small spot, and then gradually enlarged.

Wen Ting was stunned, restraining his energy, but saw Chao Xiaojian approaching with his sword.

"To the suzerain."

Wen Ting made a bow.

Falling towards the small sword, the sword turned into a streamer and fell into the sword case on its back.

He glanced at Wen Ting and smiled: "With your meager cultivation, it is necessary to hide it. The talent is good, but it's a pity to waste it."

"It is said that there is no woman in your heart, and you will be a **** when you draw your sword. Your heart has been seduced by a woman, and most of your sword has been useless."

To the small sword.

However, Wen Ting smiled and was not angry: "Everyone has a sword practice, and my sword...is different from that of the Suzerain."

She curled her lips at Xiaojian: "It's almost done, don't hold it in any longer, it will hurt you if you hold it in for too long."

Wen Ting smiled again, and asked curiously, "What's the matter with the suzerain's visit?"

Speaking of this, Chao Xiaojian became excited, his eyes lit up, and he said, "That kid Fang Lang actually won the first place in the literary test... I have to come over and keep an eye on it. It's a pity, this kid The only flaw is that the foundation is not good, otherwise this scientific examination will still have a good chance to hit the gold list."

Wen Ting opened his mouth and held back his laughter.

You know nothing about the truth.

Afterwards, the two looked at each other in silence, and had no common topic.

Let's wait for the end of the actual combat assessment.

Suddenly.

Wen Ting took a sip of the cool wolfberry tea, frowned slightly, and stared at the examinees walking out of the Luojiang Tribute Academy.

Some candidates had bruised noses and swollen faces, some trembled and feared, and some knelt down and cried in despair.

Chao Xiaojian raised his eyebrows: "The actual combat assessment of the world's scientific research is so strict? The blow is a bit serious, and it will affect the mentality of future practice..."

Wen Ting spat out a piece of wolfberry residue on the tip of his tongue, and his eyes gradually became sharper.

This military test is actually...

Something is not quite right.

Zizi!

Qiu Yu was like a curtain cut by sword energy, split in two from the middle.

Wen Ting's figure flickered and disappeared directly from the roof of the teaching building.

He raised his eyebrows at Xiaojian, sat down cross-legged, and watched a good show.

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The snow was pulled out of the gully, and the mountain temple in the distance, which was half covered by the thick snow, was shaking with snow.

Fang Lang stopped where he was, holding the obsidian with one hand, and the aura on his body was rising, rising, stirring up the wind and snow falling around him, and instantly burst into powder.

An exquisite aura garment was draped over Fang Lang's body, holding the obsidian sword in one hand, with the tip of the sword pointing straight ahead.

The alien soldiers in the distance climbed up, their faces were shocked, unbelievable, and horrified... In the end, they all turned into a hideous look!

"You..."

The foreign soldier wiped the wound on his chest, and Fang Lang's sword almost pierced him through!

Unbelievable...

Is this the student of the Great Tang Science Examination? !

With such a talent in the Tang Dynasty, when will we wait for the rise of other races? !

The ferocity and ferocity in the eyes of the foreign soldiers holding the long sword became more and more intense.

"It's a pity, I can't kill you, I can't live if I kill you, but I can destroy your beliefs and abolish your spirituality!"

The foreign soldiers said coldly.

Boom!

As soon as he stepped down, his blood surged violently, and the slush around his body was blown away one after another!

Step down and dive out, as if charging on the battlefield, carrying the momentum of landslides and ground cracks!

As a soldier who fought on the battlefield, fighting for life and death, how could he lose to a fresh-faced Tang student who took part in the scientific examination? !

This time, the actual combat assessment of the military test of the Great Tang Science Examination invites all the strong men from the various armies of the Great Tang Dynasty. They want to use the strength of the strong men in the army to let the scientific test students conduct a practice concept test. baptism.

However, basically the Luojiang Tribute Academy was the only one that assigned examiners of soldiers from other races. This was Li Puyi's arrangement.

Li Puyi put forward the idea of ​​reusing foreign races and advocating the theory of "controlling barbarians with barbarians". Therefore, it is also an attempt to let soldiers of foreign races serve as military test examiners this time.

Just in time, the third prince asked Li Pu to suppress Fang Lang, so Li Pu directly arranged for the soldiers of other races to be responsible for the assessment of the Luojiang Tribute Academy.

Facing the culling of foreign soldiers, Fang Lang didn't care at all.

Is the first stage of Wufu's third rank... very strong?

Indeed, the martial arts of the third-rank blood-moving realm have energy spreading all over the body, and their strength is extremely strong, and they are indeed not weak. If Fang Lang fights with his own strength, it may be a tough battle.

But since it can be crushed, why fight hard?

Without any hesitation, Fang Lang directly used the borrowing card to draw out the strength of Lao Jiang's nine-level sword master!

Old ginger, golden root, top genius!

A true genius is able to fight across borders.

Fang Lang didn't know if others could do it, but Fang Lang borrowed Lao Jiang's strength at this moment, and he understood... Lao Jiang can definitely do it!

A nine-level swordsman with a gold-grade root bone versus an ordinary level-one blood-moving martial artist? !

This alien soldier who wanted to inflict cruelty on Fang Lang soon understood...

What is cruelty!

Clang!

Liansheng sword unsheathed.

The murderous intent of the gold and iron horse rushed out from the soldiers of the foreign race, but Fang Lang remained indifferent.

Back then, Lin Yun was no less ferocious than the foreign soldiers in front of him.

When the sword and the knife collided, Fang Lang suddenly used the speed of the sword, and the double-sword swordsmanship exploded.

He kept raising the knife to rung, rung, and rung again...

Fang Lang withdrew his sword, but he continued to rung out of inertia.

But Fang Lang's Lingxu sword steps erupted, pulling out afterimages on the snow, dazzled this alien soldier.

Fang Lang threw out the obsidian sword, and the obsidian sword was like a black line, crossing the alien soldiers and piercing into the slush behind him. Fang Lang swooped down, like a long jump, jumped up, and pulled up the slush all over the ground.

After bullying his body, Fang Lang burst into blood, and the foreign soldier was stunned for a while.

Sword master? Martial arts?

Before he could figure it out, Fang Lang bent his knees and hit the alien soldier **** the head with his knee!

Boom!

The foreign soldier was strong and strong, his body swayed, but he only tilted his head slightly, and Fang Lang landed, holding the obsidian sword stuck behind the foreign soldier with his backhand, and drew the sword.

Sword drawing!

The sword light is bright and dazzling, and the sharp sword energy erupts at this moment!

Bring up the snow on the ground like a curtain!

The flying snow was cut open!

The blood armor on the soldiers of the foreign race was cut through in an instant.

As the snow flies, so does the blood!

Hot blood shot seven feet away on the snow!

But Fang Lang didn't stop, the Thunder's offensive continued to fall, holding the sword in both hands, his body rushed forward, the tip of the sword was like the edge of a brush, and the writing of the pen was like piercing armor, continuous ink, continuous armor piercing!

After just three or four breaths, more than a dozen swords were drawn.

The soldiers of the foreign race were miserable, with blood constantly oozing from the holes on their bodies, like red plums sprinkled on the snow.

He is stunned!

He is an imposing third-rank martial artist, he was hanged and beaten!

He was bleeding and roaring.

Grabbing Fang Lang's sword body with his bare hands, his palm was bleeding, but he also locked Fang Lang's movement, wanting to fight back!

However, Fang Lang threw away the two swords directly, causing the foreign soldiers to open their doors!

Fang Lang raised his hand indifferently, and "bounced" between the eyebrows of the foreign soldiers.

Flick the sword wave!

The flick of the sword of the nine-level sword master...

Boom!

The rippling waves of sword energy scattered in all directions, and the snow ground kept shaking.

This alien soldier's head was **** and his world was spinning.

And Fang Lang swooped out, extremely cold, stretched out his hand and spread his fingers, grabbed the **** head of the foreign soldier, pressed it on the ground, pushed and slid continuously, and the slush rolled up into thousands of piles!

"Destroy my faith? Destroy my heart of practice?"

"You... are also worthy?"

A faint voice sounded.

One punch, another punch... one more punch!

The snow ground was shaking, and all the snow from the mountain temple in the distance fell, as if a girl covered her eyes and couldn't bear to look directly.

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The door of the actual battle hall opened with a "bang".

With a gloomy face, Fang Lang brushed off his blood-stained Tsing Yi and walked out slowly. Although he beat the examiner hard, Fang Lang was not happy at all.

The third prince is following him, which gives Fang Lang a strong sense of crisis and urgency. With his current strength, if he enters the imperial capital, he will definitely be suppressed by the third prince.

At first, I thought that I could rest after reaching the third level of swordsmanship, but now it seems that it is far from enough!

Far away.

The co-exam officials from the Ministry of Rites came slowly with Liu Hao.

Liu Hao couldn't help being ecstatic when he saw Fang Lang, who was covered in blood and had an unhappy face. Fang Lang... Did he fail the exam? !

Immediately, Liu Hao felt as sweet as drinking honey water in his heart!

He just can't understand Fang Lang, Fang Lang is unhappy, he is happy!

His happiness is based on Fang Lang's pain!

As if sensing Liu Hao's schadenfreude, Fang Lang glanced at him, twitched his lips, and walked out of the examination room.

Liu Hao stepped into the battle hall.

The scene was randomly selected, and it turned out to be Fengxue Temple.

The formation was activated, and Liu Hao saw the scene in Fengxue Temple, he saw the collapsed mountain temple, and...

An examiner with a bruised nose and a dying face ~IndoMTL.com~ covered in blood.

"Hiss——"

What did Fang Lang do to the examiner? !

Beat up the examiner?

Are the examiners this year so stupid? !

Afterwards, Liu Hao was overjoyed, the examiner was injured!

Then he can... lie down and win?

However...

Happiness lasts but a moment.

The alien soldier who had been beaten by Fang Lang from the beginning to the end slowly got up from the snow, with red eyes, and the broken blood armor emerged. He went all out, and suddenly vented his grief and anger. With a roar, he rushed towards Liu Hao .

Liu Hao: "Light..."

There are tears shed for three thousand miles.

Tap.

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As soon as Fang Lang walked out of the examination room, the cold rain fell on his skin, bringing a little moistness.

Phew!

A piercing sound resounded.

Wen Ting controlled the sword, fell quickly, and appeared beside Fang Lang.

Seeing Fang Lang covered in blood and depressed, Wen Ting couldn't help but feel a tingle in his heart.

Could it be... Fang Lang failed the actual combat assessment? !

There is a problem in this actual military test!

"What's going on?"

Wen Ting asked very seriously.

Seeing Wen Ting, Fang Lang pursed his lips, feeling depressed: "Wen Jiaoxi, I'm sorry..."

Wen Ting's expression changed, and he frowned: "If you have any grievances, just say it."

Fang Lang took a deep breath, as if he was really wronged, and said:

"I almost beat the examiner to death..."

"Sir, he forced me!"

Wen Ting: "."

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ps: I went to get glasses yesterday, and my prescription went up by 200, broke through 1000, and my heart is full... Today, I will reflect on myself three times, collect, vote, and reward~