Everyone was surprised. Such a coincidence was so dramatic. Even Ding Wen couldn't help but look at Jiang Ning, the examiner in charge of soul selection. He suspected that this was the result under Jiang Ning's control.
But Jiang Ning was also surprised. He is not bold enough to take the initiative to interfere with Miss Qin's duel. All he did was avoid the duel groups they planned to arrange, but this effectively reduced the crowd, and the chance of Qin Sang and Ling Ziyan meeting a group did increase.
However, everyone was just surprised by this coincidence. No one felt that there was any suspense about the outcome of this duel.
"Qin Sang, Ling Ziyan." The examiner called their names and motioned for the two to appear.
Qin Sang also had a surprised expression on her face, and Ling Ziyan, who was standing behind her, was not only surprised but also terrified.
"Miss..." Ling Ziyan called out timidly.
"Hmph..." Qin Sang snorted coldly and stepped forward without looking back. He just made a backhand. Hearing a "crack" sound, the Kui Ying sword on Ling Ziyan's back seemed to have eyes as it unsheathed and flew to the sky. In Qin Sang’s hands. She walked into the arena with her sword in hand and stood aside with a gloomy expression.
Many people felt a little angry when they saw her like this. This streamer's selection was random. Even if it wasn't random, it was assigned by the examiner. In short, it had nothing to do with Ling Ziyan. Qin Sang's angry look seemed very unreasonable.
A sense of expectation arose in everyone's heart. If the arrogant Miss Qin was defeated by her sword-carrying maid, it would be an interesting scene.
However, everyone just thought about it in silence, but no one dared to stand on the opposite side of Qin Sang and speak out to support Ling Ziyan, except for a certain person.
"Go on, beat her up!" Su Tang waved and shouted, of course he was shouting at Ling Ziyan.
"Don't get excited." Lu Ping, who was bandaging Su Tang's right hand, said quickly.
"The blood is on my face." Xi Fan beside him had blood spots on his face. Su Tang's hand was still dripping with blood. With a wave of his arms, it was all over Xi Fan's face.
"Sorry, sorry." Su Tang quickly returned his hand to Lu Ping and continued to bandage it, while speaking to Xi Fan, but his eyes were always fixed on Ling Ziyan.
Ling Ziyan was still hesitating and still panicking. Su Tang's loud voice made her look this way. But obviously this didn't give her much courage. She quickly turned her eyes back and looked at Qin Sang who had already entered the venue, feeling at a loss.
"What are you dawdling about!" Qin Sang shouted impatiently.
Qin Sang's words were orders to her. It had been like this for as long as she could remember. When she heard Qin Sang's scolding, she ran forward without thinking, but after a few steps she realized that today's situation was different from usual, and she suddenly became even more at a loss.
"Let's begin!" Qin Sang took action without waiting for the examiner to speak. The sword is like a swimming dragon, and a stream of light stabs Ling Ziyan directly.
Boring duel.
This is what Qin Sang thought in his heart. So she wanted to end it quickly. In her opinion, this sword was enough.
A fast, shocking, and powerful sword.
This is a sword controlled by Liuguang Feiwu, the blood successor of the Qin family, and not just anyone can use it.
But in Ling Ziyan's eyes, she had another feeling about this sword that no one else had.
A familiar sword.
She grew up with Qin Sang since she was a child, watching Qin Sang eat, watching Qin Sang sleep, watching Qin Sang practice the power of soul, watching Qin Sang practice sword.
There are many scars on her body that are still there today. They were all caused by Qin Sang's sword practice when she was her target. What remains is the inability to send and receive freely.
Qin Sang has practiced swordsmanship with Kui Ying's sword since he was a child, a level five magic weapon. The last time Ling Ziyan was injured, she lay in bed for a month. As soon as she could get off the ground, she immediately followed Qin Sang.
Many servants of the Qin family said that she was very lucky. From the day Qin Sang started to practice swordsmanship with her, everyone thought that she would definitely die.
In the end, she survived. From the time Qin Sang stopped using her to practice swordsmanship, she suffered countless injuries, large and small, but she survived in the end.
Everyone said it was a miracle. Only Ling Ziyan knew that this was not just luck. As Qin Sang's realm continued to improve, she became more and more familiar with Qin Sang's abilities and sword skills. In addition, it also includes Qin Sang’s ideas. She was subconsciously aware of Qin Sang's habits.
The sword is coming, dodge!
It had been a long time since she had been used by Qin Sang to practice swordsmanship, but this conditioned reflex habit was still there.
Ling Ziyan rolled and rolled to the side, her posture extremely awkward. But Qin Sang's beautiful and shocking sword was dodged by her.
Her movements did not stop there, like a frightened bird, she continued to run away in panic.
Next…
Ling Ziyan subconsciously directed her movements, but soon she found Qin Sang stopped.
Missed with one sword?
And to Ling Ziyan, a stupid girl who doesn’t know anything?
Qin Sang was surrounded by deep frustration, followed by deep anger.
The sword rises again and the light flies!
The others were just watching with fear. They were not chosen to be in the same group as Qin Sang. It was their great luck.
Ling Ziyan's body skills are still ugly, or in other words, they can't be called body skills at all. The so-called Shen Dharma focuses on living and changing. Ling Ziyan's movements were stiff and rigid, and her movements were so unsophisticated without the routine.
However, this heart-stopping sword was avoided.
Once might be luck, twice might be coincidence, but what about three or four times?
Now it is no longer three or four times, it is already Qin Sang's sixteenth sword. The bright sword light almost enveloped the entire duel venue, but Ling Ziyan's figure still shuttled through the intertwined sword light.
Famous in the mainland, the enviable Qin family's bloodline is shining brightly? Now that I have gone to appreciate this, everyone is looking at Ling Ziyan in surprise. Qin Sang's sword-carrying maid, the scabbard of Kui Ying's sword was even on her back at this time.
"It's interesting." Long Kui, the Lord of Zhiling City on the observation deck, showed a very different attitude.
"What do you think?" he said to the person sitting next to him.
There are not many people who are qualified to be on an equal footing with the Lord of Zhiling City. The current one is Liang Zheng, the third young master of the Liang family.
"Yes." Liang Zheng seemed to have just responded casually, but he had already stood up, turned around and walked quickly down the observation deck without saying hello to Long Wei.
"Haha..." Long Wei smiled and didn't say anything, but he knew it very well in his heart.
Too many people are only surprised but don't realize what this means.
This is a way to completely dodge the flying light of the Qin family. It is a method that has never been seen in the Qin family's bloodline for nearly a thousand years. Even if this is just the flying light performed by Qin Sang, a child of the Qin family who is not yet at a high level, but who can be sure that the movement skills of this sword-carrying maid cannot be further improved?
The guys who were just surprised probably didn't realize that what they saw might be enough to destroy a family that had been on the mainland for nearly a thousand years.
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Good evening! (To be continued.)
