Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Chapter 734: He Yangsun makes a move and summons the dean again

Zhao Qiyang, the dean of Zhuyang College, is a person who can't rub sand in his eyes.

Back then, he personally came forward to drive out the descendants of a god-level powerhouse in Zhuyang City from the academy.

He is a god-level powerhouse that is hard to find in the world, and he is also a prehistoric god-level man, and he is not afraid of anyone daring to retaliate.

In charge of such a huge force as Zhuyang Academy, Zhao Qiyang will not be afraid of anyone.

At this moment, Zhao Qiyang's expression was extremely serious.

There were smiles on the faces of those rulings, Zai looked at Liang Qiyuan with a hint of schadenfreude.

Even if the dean is not punished this time, he will probably be scolded by the dean.

The dean is highly valued by the dean, and he was cultivated from his disciples all the way back then.

This time, the dean is doomed to be unlucky.

He cheated for personal gain, and everyone here knows it clearly and sees it.

"Dean, this is the list on the 14th mountain." Liang Qiyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he shot out a spiritual light, and then displayed it in front of the light curtain.

Above the aura are indeed the names of all the people in the No. 14 mountain.

The name on the top is Han Mu.

Everyone looked at the list, and then at Dean Zhao Qiyang.

In the light curtain, Zhao Qiyang froze slightly.

He turned his head, glanced at Liang Qiyuan, and then snorted coldly.

The dean is going to be angry!

Everyone looked forward to it.

But in the next moment, the light curtain dissipated directly.

Dean, never mind...

Just, fair, selfless, the dean who can't rub the sand in his eyes, turned a blind eye to the dean's fraud!

All the judges opened their mouths wide, watching this scene, at a loss.

Dean, how can you ignore it?

"It's all gone." Liang Qiyuan's voice sounded.

All the judges lowered their heads and turned around.

Come on, rest.

The expression on the face of the judge who wanted to appeal changed, finally shook his head, turned and returned to his seat.

What else?

The dean doesn't care, what can they do?

Who is there on mountain 14 that Liang Qiyuan wants to protect?

Everyone was extremely curious.

Ahead, above the vast light curtain, the trial battle on the seventh day is in full swing.

The black-winged skylark seemed to cover the sky and the earth, covering the surrounding space.

On every mountain, the trial disciples who formed the team shot with all their strength.

Gao Zhengtai, a level nine powerhouse, was wearing a battle armor and flew forward, slashing horizontally with a long knife in his hand, cutting a black lark's body in half.

Behind him are all strong men with fighting spirit, whether it is the puppet master or the armor master, they are all extremely powerful.

Gao Zhengtai blocked the skylark that was pressing down on his head with the flying claw, Gao Zhengtai turned his head and looked at the mountains not far away.

"That kid from the Nalan family is about to lose his hold?"

He sneered, with killing intent in his eyes: "Dare to get so close to Yan Ke'er, you are looking for death."

Hearing his words, another big man in black armor also snorted coldly: "Professor Yan Ke'er is a rare female teacher in Zhuyang Academy, who is disrespectful? This Nalan Moran is too bold."

Beside Gao Zhengtai, other people also showed dissatisfaction.

On the mountains in the distance, Nalan Moran had already shot with all his strength. With a long spear in his hand, he controlled the battle armor and swept away all the black-winged larks in front of him.

"Block this wave, there are not many larks left." Nalan Moran whispered.

Behind him, the tired armor masters and puppet masters gritted their teeth, barely resisting the attacks of those huge larks.

All the mountains are similar.

Everyone is supporting with all their strength, waiting for the end of this wave of alien beasts.

The one who is a little more relaxed may be a real strong man like Feng Jiutian, who can guarantee that he is undefeated in front of this strange beast.

And, of course, there's Mountain Fourteen.

On the 14th mountain, more than a dozen huge bluestone battle puppets protect the surrounding space.

As long as the black-winged skylark dared to come, it was crushed by the raised arms.

The defensive power of these war puppets is not high, but the attack power is strong. Even if the body is broken, there are war puppets who quickly fill up behind to protect the position.

In this way, the puppet masters and armor masters in the rear only need to operate those one-time war puppets, and they don't have to worry about anything.

This kind of battlefield is the easiest.

"when--"

The afterglow of the sunset is endlessly beautiful.

The flying larks flew towards the crack above the sky, and then disappeared into the distance.

The originally covered sky revealed a lofty and vast expanse.

"Finally, let's go..." Someone's legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath, enjoying the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." someone knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.

On the 14th mountain, the bluestone puppets waving their arms slowly stopped.

Many people showed pity on their faces.

"We still have half of our war puppets left, why are we leaving?" Someone muttered, looking back at the war puppets piled up in the fortifications.

The refiners went all out to make it, and only half of the assembled war puppets were lost. If they continue to fight, they can last for more than half a day.

Under the mountains, the bodies of skylarks are lying there, which are all very good refining materials.

Skylark's feathers, muscles and bones can all be used to refine important joints in the body of the war puppet.

"Clean the battlefield and continue mining the spiritual mine."

"Harvest spiritual materials, prepare fire and refiner."

Han Muye's voice sounded.

No one on the entire battlefield opened their mouths and entered the state directly.

The imperial puppet master took his contract beast to mine refined iron ore.

The armor master went to carry the bluestone.

All the refiners came out, dragged back those big birds covered in black feathers, and began to collect useful spiritual materials.

During the fortification, Han Muye held a piece of light black iron in his hand, and there was a trace of light in his eyes.

He got this piece of iron from a black-winged skylark.

This is a fragment of a battle sword.

There is still a trace of memory on the fragment.

rare.

I only saw countless black armors and a tyrannical puppet master.

These people smashed the blockade in the void, and then gathered all kinds of strange beasts.

From these pictures, Han Muye saw the shadows of ninth-level, holy-level, and even god-level beasts.

Not much though.

That is to say, in the next trial, it is not the beasts of the seventh and eighth levels that will come, but the ninth, holy, and god-level beasts.

Under the attack of such a powerful alien beast, I am afraid that the disciples in the trial will die.

"Fengge City?"

A gleam of light flickered in Han Muye's eyes.

There is Fengge City, and there may be other big cities.

Turning his head, he looked in the direction of the judgment in the distance.

Neither Liang Qiyuan nor other rulings sensed this crisis.

"Forget it, let me give you a favor."

Han Muye whispered softly.

Raising his hand, a stream of golden light flew towards the Judgment Hall.

...

Nalanmo was covered in blood, panting heavily and leaning against the cliff.

The trial disciples behind him were also exhausted.

Fortunately, many were injured, their souls were greatly depleted, and none of them really fell.

Those disciples who followed Nalan Moran were very happy.

"Senior Brother Nalan, should we clean up the battlefield, hurry up and prepare?" A trial disciple with some broken armor came over and asked softly.

Although everyone knew that even if they cleaned the battlefield now, it would not be of much use. With their strength, it was impossible to withstand the next round of tide of alien beasts.

"Cleaning the battlefield..." Nalan Moran raised his head and cast his eyes on the two hills ahead.

Over there, it seems that someone turned his head and looked this way.

"Clean the battlefield, and we will retreat in a quarter of an hour." Nalan Moran smiled.

retreat?

Where to retreat?

Everyone looked at each other and quickly began to collect various materials.

In less than a quarter of an hour, they began to retreat quietly from the top of the mountain and walked towards the nearby mountains.

"boom--"

After retreating only ten miles, a golden sword qi slashed down, smashing the puppet who was exploring the way ahead.

A seventh-level imperial puppet master turned pale and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"defense!"

Nalan Moran let out a low shout, and flew up, with a serious expression on his face, and raised the long knife in his hand.

The pale golden battle armor covered the body, and the long knife blocked the light of the knife, and Nalan Moran shouted loudly: "Du Tang, are you looking for death?"

Du Tang.

The elite among the trial disciples, the ninth-level imperial puppet master.

A black-armored long-sword war puppet stood in front of Nalan Moran, and not far away, several armor masters were protecting a young man in thin armor.

"Nalan Moran, you shouldn't get so close to Yan Jiaoxi."

"she is mine."

The young man gritted his teeth, raised his hand, and the black armored puppet swung his knife again.

Nalan Moran laughed loudly, the long knife collided with the war puppet, and his figure retreated slightly.

"You poor bastards, do you really think you're playing house?"

"Does your family know that you are messing around like this?"

"Behind Yan Jiaoxi is also a wasteland city, do you want to reach the sky in one step?"

Nalan Moran blocked the war puppet with a long knife, and turned to look to the other side.

"Gao Zhengtai, come out."

As his words fell, a burly man walked out.

The ninth-level Armor Master, Gao Zhengtai.

A powerful armor master and puppet master walked over and surrounded Nalan Moran and them.

"You should know that on the eighth day of the trial, the fight between the disciples begins, and you can fight to the death." Gao Zhengtai raised the long knife in his hand and pointed it at Nalan Moran.

His words made the disciples who followed Nalan Moran turn pale.

On the eighth day of the trial, the competition among the disciples was already the last day.

On this day, the strong unite and the weak withdraw.

Fighting each other for life and death, the last moment is really allowed.

"Today we only kill Nalan Moran." Du Tang shouted loudly, behind him, a group of powerful practitioners stepped forward.

Those disciples who followed Nalan Moran were all pale.

Not to mention that they are already exhausted and have no strength to fight anymore.

Even if it is really capable of fighting, it is impossible to defeat the two powerful enemies in front of it.

Either side is the strongest existence in this trial.

"How did Mr. Nalan offend them..." a trial disciple murmured, stepping back.

"Hmph, we follow the senior brother, so naturally we advance and retreat together with the senior brother." A disciple who followed closely beside Nalan Moran shouted in a low voice, raised the long knife in his hand, and slowly covered his body with the armor.

Another disciple who was following Nalan Moran raised his head, a strange halo flashed in his eyes.

"In today's situation, Nalan must die."

He whispered in his mouth, moved his body, and pierced Nalan Moran's back with his long spear.

"Boom—"

A light shield blocked the spear, and a smile appeared on Nalan Moran's face.

Some of the disciples following Nalan Moran backed away in a panic, while others gritted their teeth with angry expressions on their faces, wanting to advance and retreat with Nalan Moran.

It's just that there are many people who retreat, and there are only five people who are really willing to be with Nalan Moran.

"You guys, want to kill me?"

"Do you know who I am and what background I have?"

"Do you know why Yan Jiaoxi treats me differently?"

The expression on Nalan Moran's face remained unchanged, he looked around and spoke loudly.

His words made Gao Zhengtai laugh out loud.

"The Nalan family is just a small family in Yongming City, the great void city."

"Besides, you are not the true core disciple of the Nalan family."

"Your father was born in a small town in the wilderness."

Gao Zhengtai's voice was loud and disdainful.

"With a background in the wasteland, I dare to climb up to a family in the big city."

"This kind of family background, you Nalan Moran would also have the nerve to bring it out."

Gao Zhengtai's words made the surrounding trial disciples smile.

Those disciples who followed Nalan Moran who were a little apprehensive also showed a relaxed look at this time.

"I still think that Nalan Moran is really a big family born in the void city."

"Being deceived by him, with this little ability, this little background, is still arrogant."

When the chaotic words came, Nalan Moran's face remained unchanged, but he just raised his finger to Gao Zhengtai.

"You say such things, but you are insulting my father..."

Gao Zhengtai sneered: "Your father deserves—"

"Brother, he insulted our father!" Nalan Moran shouted.

brother?

Father?

Everyone was taken aback.

However, the next moment, everyone felt their hairs explode!

A chilling air enveloped everyone present in an instant!

"Who is it!" Du Tang murmured with a solemn expression.

What answered him was a golden long knife.

"boom--"

From above the mountains in the distance, a thousand zhang sword light swung down!

The sword light smashed several armor masters in front of Du Tang directly, and then sent the war puppets flying in front of him, causing Du Tang to vomit blood and retreat.

With one blow, break the ninth-level Armor Master!

who!

Just as Gao Zhengtai was about to fly up, he was pinned down by a golden fist.

With a bright golden light, the fist slammed into his shoulder, smashing his battle armor into pieces.

He Yangsun who flew down had killing intent in his eyes.

The blue-gold ninth-level battle puppet protected his side, and the light-gold battle armor on his body shone with a halo.

"Brother." Nalan Moran shouted.

The surroundings were dull.

Ninth-level battle puppet, ninth-level battle armor!

He Yangsun's expression didn't change, his figure moved, and a long knife in his hand slashed at Gao Zhengtai's head.

Gao Zhengtai was already defeated, but now he saw the light of the knife, his face was pale.

"I, I surrender—"