The girl's cold eyes were filled with profound sadness.
She didn't hate her parents who left her behind.
She simply believed that as a human being, one should have one's heart towards the rising sun.
It is human nature not to take other people's sorrow as one's own joy.
If not.
That is extremely evil.
At this moment, Xia Qingying's strength is fully activated!
——Twenty-Four Poems·Sad Sword!
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At this moment, Yajima Natsuki finally took the last step and made a circle.
He saw the Han sword that cut through the air like lightning and flint.
So at this moment, he laughed heartily.
The elegance of the New Moon Man that I once tried so hard to pretend is gone.
Having solved this biggest concern deep in my heart, I can finally live freely in the future.
Sauron Academy, which is full of geniuses, seems to be nothing more than that to him, Yajima Natsuki!
After dealing with the woman in front of her who looked like the snow-white cherry blossoms of Mount Fuji, her highlight moment was when she fell into the abyss.
Therefore, the preparation area looks at my weaklings, and the auditorium looks at my mediocre people.
Watching my classmates from a distant moon base.
Please cheer for me from now on...
Swordsmanship——Dragon Flying Sword!
A dragon roar sounded.
The katana slashed across the sky.
Everyone was horrified to see a real white dragon appear from the cloud, following the traces of the sword light.
The sword light and the sword light meet accurately.
There was a ding.
Cut from all sides.
The shock wave, which was several meters high, turned into sword energy.
It hit the edge of the field with a bang.
The figure that seemed to have been chopped open by Xia Qingying's [Twenty-Four Poems: Sword of Sorrow] slowly dissipated.
"Overhead!"
"It actually knocked the defensive light shield out of its convex shape."
Those who watched this scene almost stood up in horror.
Just as people outside the court cannot hear what people inside the court say, people inside the court cannot hear what is said outside the court.
But Xia Qingying is a master of swordsmanship who has reached the state of clear sword heart.
Her five senses were so sharp that she immediately raised her head, and her cold eyes reflected Yajima Natsuki, who was smiling like a devil.
A bright devilish smile bloomed.
The katana in Yajima Natsuki's hand spun and disappeared in an instant.
In mid-air, in the daytime, a crescent moon flashed past with a light orange glow.
Swordsmanship——Moon Shadow Sword!
The Han sword flew in Xia Qingying's hand.
At this moment, he was as imposing as a veteran who has fought countless battles, and his slim body actually created the momentum of a thousand troops.
【The great road is lost on the day, if you are a great talent. 】
The Han sword swept through the sad wind and swept away.
Swords and knives intersect.
boom!
The air ten meters away around Xia Qingying shook and dispersed, forming large white waves.
The metal floor filters this vibration layer by layer, but it still cannot be eliminated, and is eventually transmitted to the outside.
Everyone in the audience felt this heaviness.
What a powerful force!
People are shocked by the strength of Yajima Natsuki and Xia Qingying.
However, when people saw Yajima Natsuki holding a sword with one hand, the shock eventually turned into surprise.
"one-hand……"
"How strong is that Crescent Moon Man!"
Yajima Natsuki, who was fighting quickly in the field, seemed to hear the new students outside the field. He suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Qingying.
"Just use my weakest to defeat your strongest, hahaha."
He laughed wildly.
The samurai sword was thrown away high, and he took it with his backhand, staggering to carry the sword on his back.
this moment.
Due to the visual difference caused by Yajima Natsuki's extremely fast movement and the light flow of the knife cutting through the air, in the eyes of everyone and the live camera, he suddenly split into three.
"The sky is poor, the twilight is over, and it rains in May."
The ancient neon language bloomed leisurely in his mouth, and the arm behind his back was cut out.
Everyone in the audience stood up suddenly, looking at the scene in disbelief.
it turns out……
Cut out a sea of swords as brilliant as a rainbow.
The brilliant white light swallowed Xia Qingying instantly.
Ding.
The fire appeared, and the shock wave bloomed together.
Is it blocked again?
Doubts ran through the minds of the crowd.
However, in everyone's field of vision, fragments of a broken sword spun and flew down...
When hitting the edge of the field.
boom!
The second violent tremor burst out with the most violent momentum.
The ground rumbled.
A white figure streaked across thirty meters and hit the light shield barrier hard.
The belt was broken, and the hair on his head was hanging down.
Xia Qingying stared straight at the broken sword in her hand.
She has been with the sword since she was sensible, in deserted nights, lonely courtyards, and cold cliffs.
Various swords accompanied her for the longest time.
However, in these more than ten years, no sword has ever been broken.
Today, Yajima Natsuki's violent [May Rain Sword] instantly destroyed her sword intention and shattered her sword's edge like a torrent.
She saw her weapon break in front of her.
This is no longer just a Han sword for fighting.
This was even a tragic sword that contained all her emotions.
However, the wound was torn open and the sword edge was broken.
She stood here pitifully and lonely, as if she had been abandoned by the whole world.
The longing that I once placed in my heart has quietly gone away.
When the sword is broken, the desire to win is also broken.
The heart of the sword is transparent, and the trauma caused by a broken sword to the sword holder is far greater than the physical trauma.
"Yeah, yeah...it's really nothing more than that."
Looking at the somewhat lost Xia Qingying, Yajima Natsuki felt the pleasure of destroying the most beautiful things with his own hands.
It's really intoxicating.
However, I don’t agree with this kind of defeat.
Yajima Natsuki casually threw the katana.
boom!
The crowd heard the thunder in disbelief.
This knife unexpectedly entered the subsonic state in an instant, and its target was directly aimed at Xia Qingying.
Referee Gui Yi forcibly suppressed the intention of taking action.
Because this knife was not a fatal knife, the target was to stick to Xia Qingying's ear and cut into the light curtain behind her.
However, the expected picture did not appear.
Xia Qingying stretched out her left hand without warning and held the katana.
The blade is less than 3 centimeters away from the light shield at the edge of the field.
Tick tock…
Tick tock…
Blood dripped down to his feet.
Xia Qingying's left hand actually held the samurai sword.
The blade cut a long wound in her white palm, and bright red blood flowed and dripped along the blade.
She raised her face and looked at Yajima Natsuki, who was smiling like a devil across from her.
"I lost."
Xia Qingying said these three words calmly.
At this moment, she was like the little girl who was about to see the light and returned to the dark night again.
There was an uproar.
The referee ghost had a complicated look in his eyes.
The senior officials in the college knew about Xia Qingying's situation.
It can be said that she grew up under the watch of a generation of strong men in the academy.
She is the daughter of martyrs, a descendant of the country, and the perfect candidate to lead the secret military force of Hurricane Academy in the future.
This innocent girl didn't deserve to be hurt like this.
They had never heard the word "admit defeat" from Xia Qingying.
But today...
She gave in.
It can be said that she grew up under the watch of a generation of strong men in the academy.
She is the daughter of martyrs, a descendant of the country, and the perfect candidate to lead the secret military force of Hurricane Academy in the future.
This innocent girl didn't deserve to be hurt like this.
They had never heard the word "admit defeat" from Xia Qingying.
But today...
She gave in.
