"..."
Zhang Dingjun felt his brain was about to crash.
Why would a Xiantian martial artist participating in the College Entrance Exam have a flying sword?
And how could he instantly kill a Mid-stage Qi Practitioner, even bisecting them along with their high-quality defensive magic tool into two halves?
Hundred Step Flying Sword?
What the hell is that!
"I'm old."
Elder Lin Gang sighed bitterly, "When did the Xianmen Sect develop this new cultivation method?"
No one around had any idea.
An Sinuo returned to her own separate space, a bamboo forest, with a vacant look in her eyes, it took her a long time to snap out of it before she screamed, "Ah! I was killed by a Xiantian martial artist with a flying sword in an instant!"
"Oh my God! Could it be that he is a cultivator in disguise?"
She quickly reviewed the previous battle footage.
The cold weapon component of the College Entrance Exam was not a single-round affair, but consisted of multiple rounds with constant ranking.
