Chapter 160: Can One Sword Pacify the World

"Ding dong!"

"The exam begins, your opponent is Fan Lang from Shancheng Middle School."

Jiang Ding stood up and opened his eyes.

On the water surface, the figure of a robust youth appeared. As soon as he appeared, he looked at Jiang Ding vigilantly and retreated rapidly, a silver light heavy hammer appearing in his hand behind his back.

The realm of the Young Eagle Internal Qi Great Cycle, the array spirit would not take the initiative to remind, he needed to observe it himself.

"Jiang Ding, go for it! Don't lose my tree!"

Jiang Yuan yelled.

"Is the Young Eagle Internal Qi Great Accomplishment very powerful? There weren't many when we were in high school." Lin Wanqiu looked at Lin Yong and asked: "Can Jiang Ding win?"

The audience could know the opponent's realm; it would be automatically marked during the TV broadcast, and sometimes battle details would be slowed down.

The host's realm was not marked; it was assumed that everyone knew, after all, it was just a broadcast with low attention, and those who came to watch were all people who knew him.

"I don't... know!"

Lin Yong was about to answer, but saw the green-clothed youth on the TV point his finger.

The wind blew, the blue-gold small tree branches trembled, a leaf shot out, pierced into the throat of the robust youth holding the silver light heavy hammer, blood splashed, and the body fell softly.

The green-clothed youth's opened eyes closed again, continuing to cultivate.

"He can win."

Lin Yong's throat felt cold, and he felt a bit chilly; looking at his wife and sister, they were all the same.

"Gulp!"

Jiang Yuan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and shrank to Lin Wanqiu's side with her little sisters.

"Xiaoyuan, come here."

Grandma revealed a kind smile, hugged Jiang Yuan and her classmates, and gently touched their heads.

The two old people felt no discomfort with this kind of scene.

"Second round..."

"Twelfth round..."

Twelve in a row, all were Young Eagle Internal Qi Great Cycle martial artists from all over the country.

This was easy to understand; a Young Eagle Primordial Realm martial artist might not even have a few in an entire city, and their future was much brighter than many Tier 4 spiritual root cultivators.

The result was the same: a leaf pierced the throat and died.

"You have entered the top 250,000."

On the TV, a leaderboard appeared beside Jiang Ding, and the name climbed rapidly from hundreds of thousands to the 250,000th.

"Stable!"

Lin Yong slapped his thigh and estimated: "The cold weapon score should be at least 60 points, and if the cultural course score is played well, maybe our family can have two people admitted to the Dao cultivation department at once!"

"Ancestors bless!"

The others revealed expressions of joy.

"Thirteenth round, Rong City Seventh Middle School, Jiang Jinxian."

"Haha!"

A dark-skinned youth scanned the surroundings rapidly, and after seeing Jiang Ding, he rushed up holding a bright silver long spear, laughing incessantly, and said happily: "Good, today I'm lucky. Do you dare to cross-tier again and try internal qi against Primordial early stage?"

"If internal qi can really fight Primordial, my name..."

A leaf shot over.

"What is this..."

Jiang Jinxian's expression changed, and under the huge warning, his entire Primordial true qi exploded, and the silver spear pointed upward swiftly, like a silver electric light, enough to kill double-digit Internal Qi Realm martial artists at the same time.

Swish!

The azure metal leaf was unhurried, passed through the spear light, shot into his throat, leaving a thumb-sized hole, and dense sword qi seeped into the hole, stirring up all the complete brains and organs.

"... Report... cheating..."

Jiang Jinxian spat out a few words with difficulty, his body fell softly, and there was no life breath left.

"Primordial might be dangerous, Young Eagle Primordial and ordinary Primordial are different..."

The opponent's realm was marked on the screen. Lin Yong didn't notice the strangeness in Lin Wanqiu's eyes and explained to his sister and family, shouting halfway: "Damn! Another second!"

"Old sister!"

"Tell me honestly what realm Jiang Ding is? Don't play with me, okay?"

Lin Yong grabbed Lin Wanqiu's hand and shouted.

"... I don't know."

Lin Wanqiu thought for a moment: "During this time, in order not to give him pressure, I didn't ask. Dingding has always cultivated by himself, getting up earlier than me. I am very relieved about this aspect. The realm seems to be Internal Qi Great Cycle?"

She was not confident; it seemed to be this realm a few months ago.

"Bullshit!"

Lin Yong said angrily: "You tell me which Internal Qi Great Cycle can kill a Young Eagle Primordial in seconds. Forget it, I'll find it myself."

He logged into the live broadcast room on his mobile phone and clicked the search button, entering the name of Jiang Ding's opponent.

"It should be Primordial mid-to-late stage."

Old man Lin Gang thought for a moment and said: "When I was serving in the army, there was a Primordial Realm battalion commander who looked very much like him."

"Primordial peak!"

Lin Yong shouted, looking exactly like Jiang Yuan: "Sister, you actually gave birth to a sixteen-year-old Young Eagle Primordial peak genius!"

"Clearly your aptitude was terrible when you were in school."

"Ah?"

Lin Wanqiu grabbed the mobile phone and was shocked: "Really."

On the sea.

Jiang Ding watched silently as one Primordial martial artist after another died, blood flowing all over the ground, and then gradually washed away by the waves.

"Nineteenth round, Jin City First Middle School, An Sinuo."

A short girl appeared on the sea surface dozens of meters away. As soon as she appeared, she retreated rapidly. After scanning with spiritual sense, a look of joy appeared on her face.

"Good!"

"Finally, a Primordial martial artist appeared to catch my breath."

Hum!

The blue-gold small tree vibrated slightly, roots and canopy contracted, turned into an azure flying sword, and fell into his hand.

"Qi Condensation Level 5."

The sword intent trembled, bringing Jiang Ding the information it sensed, and finally revealed a look of interest.

"Mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator."

Lin Yong looked at the old man and said cautiously: "Commonly speaking, opening the distance, Primordial peak is not an opponent. Jiang Ding should have rushed up the moment she appeared. Waiting foolishly is a major mistake."

"That's right."

Lin Gang also confirmed.

The old man's combat experience was very rich, and he had experienced real wars.

Jiang Yuan was not interested in the adults' conversation, staring at the whole process of the small tree turning into a flying sword with bright eyes.

The short girl An Sinuo cast Wind Control Technique, retreated to the spiritual sense limit distance of fifty meters, and then breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Jiang Ding who was still motionless, with disdain in her eyes: "Which fool teacher taught your martial dao?"

"..."

Zhang Dingjun, who was watching the students' exam live broadcast, felt that he was lying down and getting shot.

"Go!"

An Sinuo shouted, a small silver hammer appeared, smashed toward Jiang Ding, and then two fireballs chased after him one after another, and finally a pitch-black shield hovered in front of her.

"Not bad."

Although the other party mocked him, Zhang Dingjun still nodded secretly.

Two attacks and one defense, classic tactics, and she could cast Wind Control Technique to run away at any time. Most Primordial martial artists would be worn to death.

"This kid advanced to Primordial peak silently, is it at the cost of his brain being broken?"

Zhang Dingjun looked at Jiang Ding, who let the opponent open the distance, and was puzzled.

"Cultivator's battle..."

Jiang Ding observed An Sinuo's every move seriously and remembered all of these.

These were rare combat experiences. No matter what, there was no such opportunity outside. Enemy Qi Condensation cultivators would either try their best to kill or run away as soon as they showed their heads, without such calmness.

Until the small silver hammer and two fireballs approached.

Swish!

The azure flying sword slashed across diagonally, without any pause, flew to fifty meters away, passed through An Sinuo, and returned to Jiang Ding's hand.

Silently, the two fireballs and the small silver hammer were cut in two, the spiritual light dimming and falling.

In the distance, the short girl and her high-grade shield magic treasure were cut in two from the center line, internal organs and blood flowed down, and her eyes seemed to still hold confusion and helplessness.

The two halves of the corpse fell into the seawater, and a wave rolled and disappeared.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 161 =====