Transmigration: Invincible Soldier King On Campus

Northeastern street, a fighting zone divided by Da Di City. This was also the place with the heaviest resentment in Da Di City. Because countless people died in this place every day, most of their corpses were not collected. The result of death was basically corpses falling into the wilderness and being roasted by the scorching sun. After seven days, they would be carried by soldiers and thrown out of the city walls, becoming food for the wild beasts.    

    

No one would pity them. Human lives were as cheap as grass.    

    

Fights sometimes occurred on the streets. Two angry people who had just arrived at Northeast Street began to fight. Some of them were purely fighting, without any order at all. Some people who cared about their own status would choose to continue walking in. They would only start when they were in a more spacious place and got ready to fight. There was basically no audience here, because when you entered this place, you had to be prepared to be beaten up. This was a true primitive area, fist and strength were the way to go.    

    

If you had a fight, then those people wouldn't care about you. If you didn't have a fight and continued wandering around here, then there would naturally be people who would rush up and fight with you.    

    

But today, everyone stopped, preparing to watch an ancient fight.    

    

Although they didn't know the two people who were fighting, after the two of them entered the northeastern street, they went straight to the deepest part of the street. It was not the quietest place in the northeastern street, and ordinary people couldn't go there. However, they just walked over lightly without any pause.    

    

An expert.    

    

These two words appeared in everyone's mind.    

    

Lee Yang and Chang Yin each occupied a corner. Chang Yin sat down with his legs crossed and took out an ancient zither.    

    

Lee Yang frowned slightly, but he still maintained a modest expression on his face.    

    

Chang Yin said, "Actually, I'm already a little shameless. If I really encounter a battle, I won't be a match for you. Because you won't give me the chance to put the ancient zither on display. Young Master Lee, thank you. "    

    

Lee Yang said indifferently, "It doesn't matter. Just treat it as giving Ruan Qingsi face."    

    

Chang Yin nodded and brushed his fingers across the strings. The sound of the strings was very pleasant to hear. He was the Guqin Spirit. His understanding of the zither had naturally reached the peak of perfection. With a casual flick of his finger, he had already activated the zither.    

    

Then, he hooked a string with his left index finger, and with a clang, the sound of the zither instantly rang out. Then, the sound of the zither turned into a sharp sword and pierced towards Lee Yang.    

    

The Forgotten Sword had already appeared in Lee Yang's hand. He raised his hand to block the attack. A loud bang was heard beside his ear, and his arm felt slightly numb.    

    

Both of his feet touched the ground, and Lee Yang charged forward. Only close combat could bring out his advantage. If he kept this distance, he would basically be beaten to death.    

    

Lee Yang was a warrior now, while Chang Yin was a mage. Warriors still wanted to walk a long distance while fighting with mages, so it was more like their brains had popped.    

    

However, Chang Yin obviously would not give Lee Yang such a chance. He saw his hands constantly moving on the strings. Layers of music flowed out from under his fingertips and spread out in circles. It changed into various weapons in the air. Sabers, spears, staffs, axes and hooks. All 18 types of weapons appeared. Lee Yang's forward speed was forced to stop. He was a little angry.    

    

Ruan Qingsi tightly grabbed Yu Shiqie's hand. Her palm was full of cold sweat.    

    

One was her brother, the other was the person she admired in her heart, and the one standing behind them was the Heavenly Emperor Fu Xi. Ruan Qingsi's mental quality could be considered good. If it was anyone else, they would have fainted long ago.    

    

He did not want to see anyone get injured but he also understood that this was just an extravagant hope. There was bound to be someone between her brother and Lee Yang who would die, even if both of them couldn't defeat each other. His brother was destined to be killed by Fu Xi when he returned, and he wouldn't accept defeat. He was a man of incomparable pride.    

    

Yu Shiqie was fascinated by the battle. It had been a long time since she had seen such a high-level battle. What did it mean to be as graceful as a flood dragon? There was no lack of poetic and artistic meaning at all. Fighting to this extent was basically beyond the scope of fighting. In Yu Shiqie's memory, only the game battle between Tuo Baye and Chiyuv back then had such an effect. Neither of them had the desire to win, and only used their lifetime's worth of skills. All kinds of moves were continuously used. The exquisite moves and techniques were not poor. It was a dazzling sight.    

    

However, following the changes in their mental states, this kind of battle had never happened before.    

    

Now that Yu Shiqie saw this kind of battle again, her thoughts unconsciously drifted very far away. By the time Ruan Qingsi's attention shifted to her, Yu Shiqie already had tears streaming down her face.    

    

Ruan Qingsi naturally could not guess what Yu Shiqie was thinking in her heart. She simply thought that Yu Shiqie was crying for Lee Yang. The guilt in her heart became stronger and stronger. After thinking for a while, she prepared to rush to the stage to stop the two people who were fighting to the death.    

    

Yu Shiqie suddenly recovered and grabbed Ruan Qingsi, "What do you want to do?"    

    

"I can't watch them fight anymore. Sister, I can't take it anymore." Ruan Qingsi said with a breakdown.    

    

Yu Shiqie took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her tears. "Silly girl, have you not seen it? They are not fighting at all."    

    

Ruan Qingsi was stunned. She did not understand the meaning of these words.    

    

"They are not fighting. They are clearly fighting to the death." Ruan Qingsi said.    

    

Yu Shiqie said, "Take a closer look. Your brother and Lee Yang, have you ever revealed any killing moves?"    

    

Ruan Qingsi stared at the ring for a long time and covered her mouth in surprise, "What are they doing?"    

    

"Communication. This is a high-level cultivation exchange. Chang Yin and Lee Yang both showed their skills, but it was actually more like a competition to solve each other's doubts. Lee Yang and Chang Yin both took out the problems that they could not solve in their cultivation, and then used their techniques to communicate with each other. This was a very testing reaction, because it was impossible for them to stop and think about it at the scene. They could only use their bodies to move their brain. Both your brother and Lee Yang enjoyed this method, and they didn't want to lose to each other."    

    

" This is very dangerous. " Ruan Qingsi said, "Their minds will be greatly damaged. Sister, we can't continue like this, or something will definitely happen."    

    

Yu Shiqie sighed lightly, "Silly girl, you still do not understand? They don't care about these things at all. Your brother came under orders. But he doesn't want to kill people. Lee Yang only wanted to protect himself, and he didn't want to kill anyone either. Neither of them wanted to kill each other, but they had no choice but to fight each other with their weapons. They had to vent out this pain. That's why there was a contest we saw. Although it was dangerous, it was also accompanied by great opportunities. If we can overcome this obstacle, Lee Yang's cultivation base will definitely reach a height beyond our reach. He is the natural chosen one."    

    

The sound of the zither was getting more and more intense, and the sword light was getting more and more intense. The top of the stage was completely covered by the sound of the zither. The originally gentle sound of the zither now had an extraordinary feeling. It was as if thousands of soldiers and horses were rushing toward you, and the rider on the horse was wearing a thick armor. The horse itself was also wrapped up in the armor. Under the fierce and masculine aura, a dazzling luster was reflected, and he raised his hand to block the view. The horses were already in front of you, and then they started to spin around you. Circles after circles of dust flew up.    

    

The knight let out a 'ohoho' sound, as if he was shouting. It also sounded like a provocation, and he felt a little uncomfortable. He tried to open his mouth to say something, but as long as he opened his mouth, the dust would drill into his throat. The sound was instantly covered up by the sound of the horse hooves. Then the soldier wrapped you up with a long whip and pulled you onto the horse's back. He whistled as he went back.    

    

A feeling of despair enveloped his heart, and his screams and shouts were useless. At this critical moment, a white robe suddenly appeared in front of him. He carried the Longsword on his back as he stepped on the cloud and came over. A man and a sword were moving between the mountains and rivers. When he saw the knight who had raped the women, the Longsword appeared out of nowhere and pointed out with the sword light. He was invincible. The knights who were running at the front were instantly sliced in half. Blood gushed out and dyed the ground red. The excitement instantly drove away the lie, as if he had been injected with stimulants.    

    

The knights did not put them down. Instead, they let their comrades form a formation, wanting to trap the swordsman to death.    

    

The swordsman was calm and confident. He did not panic even when facing thousands of soldiers. His sword moves were so agile and his smile was so warm.    

    

Time slowly passed. The swordsman finally felt tired. He was very tired. There were many wounds on his body and there was a slight sadness between his eyebrows. Maybe he was regretting it, or maybe he was sighing. If he didn't save her, he would have continued to move forward in a carefree manner. However, it was too late. There were too many knights. There was an endless stream.    

    

The swordsman's eyes were filled with pity. He looked at you meaningfully and then exploded again.    

    

Ten thousand Longsword suddenly appeared in the sky. Each of them produced a buzzing sound. Following the swordsman's shout, the ten thousand swords fell from the sky, forming a strange pattern.    

    

The knights let out miserable cries and fell to the ground one after another.    

    

The leader of the knights dismembered his horse in a sorry state, and used all of his skills to block the ten thousand swords' attack. The swordsman also fell from the sky, covered in blood. The two strongest fighters finally faced each other.    

    

He was fortunate enough to witness this ancient battle and was so excited that his entire body trembled.    

    

However, they did not make a move. Instead, they sat down cross-legged and began to adjust their breathing. After a few hours, they opened their eyes and laughed loudly at the same time, passing away.    

    

On the arena, Lee Yang took a few steps back. There were even long marks on the ground, and the strings of the ancient zither in Chang Yin's hand had all been broken. All of his fingers were covered in blood.    

    

He stood up and cupped his fists at Lee Yang. "I lost."    

    

Lee Yang shook his head. "It was a draw."    

    

"But I don't have the strength to fight anymore. You can easily kill me. So, I still lost." Chang Yin smiled faintly and walked down the stage.