Ye Wuzong carefully observed the 'Tiangang Demon-Conquering Sword Formation' and clearly saw all the formation eyes and formation hubs.

The formation hubs were connected by a mysterious sword intent, and at a glance at this formation, he knew that there were a total of one hundred and thirty-two formation eyes.

Astonishingly, it was the more than one hundred black black swords that towered over the sky and the earth!

"It's a big deal in the Southern Wilderness. Although it's troublesome, it's what I want..."

Ye Wujiang looked calm and composed in the chaotic crowd, without any panic.

At this moment, clear sword chants suddenly came from the 'Tiangang Demon-Conquering Sword Formation'.

That huge black black sword, the surface of the blade flashed with black light, condensed with sword light.

"It seems that the first wave of sword array attacks is about to be launched."

Ye Wuji understands.

This formation is unpredictable, and the sword intent contained in it is too sharp to resist. Even though he and Ye Liufeng can easily escape, Ye Mengxue, Ye Hailan and Ye Chuan have no chance of surviving this round of attacks... …

"It shouldn't be..."

Ye Wujiang frowned.

It stands to reason that this is just the first test of the clan's martial arts competition...

However, the power contained and accumulated in the sword array is obviously comparable to the attacks of a strong person in the Martial King Realm.

How can these Ye family disciples resist this?

Not to mention resisting, if he wasn't seriously injured, he would be considered a genius.

Chichi——!

The sword formation finally launched its first round of fierce attack!

Those black black swords that penetrated the sky and the earth, the black light increased greatly, as if they were alive with spirituality, they even moved their positions, turning the Tiangang Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation into a rotating sword formation!

In an instant.

The sky was full of black sword light, which was dozens of feet long. It was slashing towards the disciples of the Ye family who were participating in the formation!

This sword formation is circular in shape, sealing off the space within it. It is originally like a battle between trapped beasts.

Disciples with average talent didn't react at all.

And the disciples standing on the inner edge of the sword formation were instantly struck mercilessly by the jet-black sword light!

Outside, Ye Baiyun shook his head and said: "Hey, looking at the state of these juniors, I am afraid that one of the demon-suppressing sword formations can equalize half of their numbers... Forget it, the third child, let the doctors of the clan get ready. , don’t delay in treating the injured!”

The third child, who was the elder of the three clans, nodded and summoned the clan doctors to gather together.

However--!

suddenly!

"ah!"

"ah!"

"ah!"

…

Countless miserable howls, like sounds from hell, were heard one after another in the sword formation. It was so creepy that it made your whole body feel cold!

"how so!"

Ye Yurou's face turned extremely pale instantly, and the look in her beautiful eyes was frightened and desperate!

"Yu Rou..." Bai Zhiyao hurriedly greeted her cold hands, and also hurriedly looked into the formation, her face suddenly changed.

The powerful jet-black sword energy that measured several feet was like a death scythe. Every time it struck, it took away the heads of at least dozens of Ye family disciples!

Cold-blooded, cruel!

For a moment, in the Tiangang Demon-Conquering Sword Formation, heads were flying around, and blood was flowing across the air. It was also splashing everywhere in the air. It was extremely bloody and uncomfortable!

"Yu Rou, this!"

Bai Zhiyao's eyes were horrified, and her heart was extremely horrified!

Isn't this just a clan martial arts competition?

And this is still the first level. Why is this sword formation so cruel?

Are the senior officials of the clan planning to use the first pass to clear out these Ye family disciples?

"Chief of the Beishan clan? This move is a bit out of line!"

Even Xuanyuan Senior Brother Cang Hongyi couldn't stand it anymore, and his cold eyes glanced in the direction of Ye Beishan!

"this!"

What no one expected was that Ye Beishan was also confused!

Ye Baiyun looked panicked and said: "Beishan, what's going on? Tiangang Demon-Subduing Sword Formation, every time it is used in the assessment, it never uses the 'Submit Demon' strike. It was you who changed the use of the sword formation on your own.

Trajectory?”

"Can An be like this?!"

Ye Beishan had no idea what was going on and shouted: "Here comes someone, close the sword formation quickly!"

"Beishan, this isn't appropriate!"

Yangzong elder Ye Yangfeng suddenly stopped Ye Beishan with a hand.

"Elder Yangfeng Sect, you?"

Ye Beishan looked at him in surprise.

Ye Yangfeng said: "The Tiangang Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation was left by our ancestors. Over the years, the endlessly changing offensives in the formation have been evolving on their own, and no one can do anything about it."

"What's more, look at the formation, although some juniors were killed directly, there are also those with extraordinary talents who can withstand the power of the Demon-Suppressing Sword Formation!"

"If you withdraw now, how should you judge the results of the first level of assessment?"

Ye Baiyun stared and said: "But once the power of the Demon-Suppressing Sword comes out, most of the disciples can't stop it. It's unfair. Should we just watch them die miserably?"

Ye Yangfeng squinted his eyes, glanced at Ye Baiyun, and said: "Brother, isn't that the meaning of the assessment? Could it be that a tragic death in the Desolate Wasteland is not a tragic death?"

Every year, even those disciples who are lucky enough to pass the first test will most likely die in the terrifying deep mountains and old forests of the Desolate Wasteland.

In fact, they are essentially the same.

It's just that neither Ye Baiyun nor Ye Beishan expected that the sword array would suddenly "lose control" and kill his disciples of the Ye family with such bloody violence!

"Ah! Help!"

The screams never stopped!

Within the formation, most of the Ye family's disciples fled like birds and beasts, fleeing everywhere.

"Isn't this the first level? Why is it such a hellish level of difficulty? I want to get out, I want to get out!!"

Some disciples collapsed and knelt on the ground and shouted loudly!

Ye Wuzong looked at the jet-black sword lights that were slashing through the sky and the earth, coming straight at them. He grabbed a few disciples who wanted to sneak attack and blocked them in front of him.

Pfft, pfft——!

The bodies of those disciples were instantly torn apart and their flesh and blood were blurred!

"Once this sword formation is activated, it will be difficult to stop it. Even if the so-called high-level officials forcefully smash these formation eyes, it will take some effort. What's more, they are simply reluctant to let go..."

Ye Wuzong glanced in the direction of the high platform and saw that Ye Beishan and others did not take action in time. He knew that although this assessment was beyond everyone's expectations, it was also the purpose of the assessment.

Just an ordinary Shura field!

Boo hoo hoo…

Five sharp sword rays, devastating, cut across towards Ye Mengxue and others!

Ye Wuzong immediately stretched out his sword finger. On the sword finger, streaks of blood-colored true energy condensed, and he struck out in the air, accurately hitting the legs of Ye Chuan, Ye Mengxue and Ye Hailan.

The three of them immediately knelt on the ground.

He actually narrowly avoided the crosscut of the sword light.

In front of them, there were quite a few disciples who avoided him and were cut in half.

Ye Liufeng's side was fine. He was very powerful with the Purple Gold Demon Suppressing Wheel. This level of sword strikes was more than enough for him to handle.

Ye Wujiang stopped caring about them and suddenly jumped deep and came to the place where the sword light attacks were most intensive.

"I have long seen that you are extraordinary, but it is difficult to survive this level with just your own fists and feet."

A voice suddenly came from behind Ye Wuxing.

Ye Wuzhen turned back indifferently and glanced at this person.

This man was carrying a black iron sword, hugging his chest and standing still. His black hair was tied together, revealing two strong and powerful arms. On his arms, there was a tattoo of a white tiger descending from the mountain!

He remained in the sword formation, motionless, and no one dared to attack him.

"My name is Ye Feihu, and that acquaintance of yours is called Ye Liufeng, right? Let me tell you, he can't beat me!"

Ye Feihu seemed to be stating a fact, with no trace of pride on his face.
Chapter completed!