Everyone was quite surprised. Such a coincidence was too dramatic. Even Ding Wen couldn't help looking at Jiang Ning, the examiner who was responsible for the selection of souls. He suspected that this was the result under Jiang Ning's control.

But Jiang Ning was also surprised. He was not so brave enough to take the initiative to tamper with the confrontation of Miss Qin. What he did was just to avoid the duel groupings they were planning to arrange, but this would mean narrowing the crowd, and the chances of Qin Sang and Ling Ziyan meeting a group were indeed improved.

However, everyone was just surprised by this coincidence. No one felt that there was any suspense about the result of this group of duels.

"Qin Sang, Ling Ziyan." The examiner named and signaled the two to appear.

Qin Sang also had a surprised expression on his face. Ling Ziyan, who was standing behind her, was more surprised than panic.

"Miss..." Ling Ziyan called timidly.

"Hmph..." Qin Sang snorted coldly, stepped forward without turning his head. He just had a backhand, and heard a "swish" sound. The Kui Ying sword on Ling Ziyan's back seemed to have eyes, and shedded and flew into Qin Sang's hands. She took the sword and walked into the field, with a gloomy face standing aside.

Many people felt a little angry when they saw her appearance. The selection of souls was random. Even if it was not random, it was assigned by the examiner. In short, it had nothing to do with Ling Ziyan. Qin Sang's angry appearance seemed unreasonable.

Everyone felt a little expectation. If the proud young lady of the Qin family was defeated by her sword-carrying maid, the scene would be very interesting.

But everyone was just thinking silently, but no one dared to stand opposite Qin Sang and speak out to help Ling Ziyan, except for one.

"Go ahead. Beat her!" Su Tang waved his hand and shouted, of course, at Ling Ziyan.

"Don't be excited." Lu Ping, who was bandaging Su Tang's right hand, said hurriedly.

"The blood is shook on my face." Xi Fan's face was covered with blood. Su Tang's hand was still bleeding. With such a wave of his arm, Xi Fan's face was spilled.

"Sorry, sorry." Su Tang quickly returned his hand to Lu Ping and continued to bandage him. He said to Xi Fan, but his eyes were always staring at Ling Ziyan.

Ling Ziyan was still hesitating and still panic. Su Tang's loud support made her look here, but obviously this did not give her much courage. Her eyes quickly turned back, looking at Qin Sang who had already entered the venue, at a loss.

"What are you rubbing against!" Qin Sang shouted impatiently.

Qin Sang's words were an order to her, and it was like this since 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 not much the same as usual. She suddenly became even more at a loss.

"Let's start!" Qin Sang had already taken action without waiting for the examiner to speak. The sword was like a dragon, and a stream of light pierced Ling Ziyan.

Boring showdown.

Qin Sang thought so in his heart, so she wanted to end it soon. In her opinion, this sword was enough.

A fast, amazing, extraordinary sword.

This is a sword driven by the Qin family's blood-resulting supernatural power, and it is not something that anyone can use.

But in Ling Ziyan's eyes, she had a feeling that no one else had in this sword.

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, and watching Qin Sang practice swords.

There are many scars on her body that are still there, which are all left by Qin Sang when he practices swordsmanship and cannot send and receive them freely.

Qin Sang used Kui Ying's sword since he was a child, a level 5 divine weapon. Ling Ziyan was injured and lay in bed for a month. As soon as he could get off the ground, he immediately followed Qin Sang in front of him.

Many servants from the Qin family said that she was very lucky. From the day Qin Sang started practicing swordsmanship with her, everyone thought she would definitely die.

As a result, she survived. From then on, Qin Sang stopped practicing swordsmanship. She suffered many injuries of all sizes, but she survived.

Everyone said this was a miracle, but 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 superpowers and sword skills. In addition, Qin Sang's ideas and Qin Sang's habits were also subconsciously clear.

Come on the sword, dodge!

She hasn't been to practice swords by Qin Sangna for a long time, but this habit of conditioned reflexes is still there.

Ling Ziyan rolled and crawled to the side, her posture was extremely embarrassing, but Qin Sang's beautiful and amazing sword flashed by her.

Her movements did not stop there either, as if a frightened bird continued to flee in panic.

Next...

Ling Ziyan subconsciously directed her movements, but soon she found that Qin Sang had stopped.

Failed to hit a sword?

And he is a stupid girl who knows nothing about Ling Ziyan?

Qin Sang was surrounded by deep frustration, and followed by deep anger.

The sword rises again, and the light is flying!

The others were frightened just watching from the side. They didn't choose the same group with Qin Sang. It was a great luck for them to open.

Ling Ziyan's body movements are still ugly, or it cannot be called body movements at all. The so-called body movements are based on life and change are wonderful. Ling Ziyan's movements are rigid and rigid, and there is no routine body movements so unspecified.

However, this heart-wrenching sword was avoided.

One may be luck, two times may be coincidence, so what about three times, four times?

It's not three or four times now, it's the sixteenth sword produced by Qin Sang. The bright sword light almost enveloped the entire duel venue, but Ling Ziyan's figure is still shuttled through the intertwined sword light.

The Qin family's blood-superior supernatural powers are flying in the air? Now that they have gone to appreciate this, everyone is looking at Ling Ziyan in surprise. The sword-carrying maid of Qin Sang and the sword-carrying scabbard of Kui Ying's sword are even carrying it on her back at this time.

"It's interesting." The Lord of Zhiling City on the observation deck, Long Shun, 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 par with the Lord of Zhiling City. At present, this person is Liang Zheng, the third young master of the Liang family.

"Yeah." Liang Zheng seemed to have just responded casually, but the man had already stood up and turned around and walked down the observation deck without saying hello to Long Shu.

"Haha..." Long Teng smiled, not saying anything, but he knew very well in his heart.

Too many people only know how to be surprised, but they don’t realize what this means.

This is a way to completely flash the Qin family's flowing light, a way that has never appeared in the Qin family's bloodline for nearly a thousand years. Even if this is just a flowing light flying light played by Qin Sang, a child of the Qin family who is not yet high, who can be sure that the body movement of this sword-carrying maid cannot be further improved?

The guys who only know how surprised may not realize that what they are seeing may be enough to destroy a family that has been passed down on the mainland for nearly a thousand years.

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Chapter completed!