Not to mention Li Huayun, Fang Tian and others were so surprised. An outer sect elder took a deep breath and sighed with emotion: "There are talented people in every generation, and the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead! It's amazing! It's amazing! This son of Tang Mang's
The talent is the only one I have ever seen in my life.”
"At the peak of the ninth level of the physical realm, I climbed to the top of the gravity tower and passed the tenth level of the illusion. My natural talent is unparalleled!"
Yi Yun smiled, but his eyes were firmly fixed on Tang Mang, who was sitting on the magic stone platform with his eyes closed, motionless.
Yi Yun understood that Tang Mang had probably started the ultimate trial now. The other outer sect elders quickly reacted. Someone asked: "Brother Yi Yun, Tang Mang has started the ultimate trial now?"
"Um!"
Yi Yun nodded slightly and saw many outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect around him shouting and shouting: "No matter how noisy you are, just leave it alone."
A loud shout was heard in all directions, and many outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect immediately shut up and did not dare to make any sound.
But soon, someone realized that something was wrong and couldn't help but ask: "Elder Yi Yun, Tang Mang has now passed the tenth level, why hasn't he quit yet?"
This was also something that the others were puzzled about. They all looked at Yi Yun in confusion for a while.
Yi Yun didn't hide anything, and said loudly: "The reason Tang Mang didn't come out was because the ultimate trial was going on."
"The ultimate trial? Why have I never heard of it?"
"Yes, what is the ultimate trial?"
"Is there an eleventh level above the tenth level?"
"Level 11, you, are you kidding?"
…
Upon hearing about the final trial, many outer disciples of the Qingyun Sect were in an uproar.
Yi Yun frowned and shouted: "Stop yelling. Yes, there are actually more than ten levels in the outer gate illusion. There is also a legendary eleventh level, but it has never been opened before."
"It turns out there is an eleventh level!"
"My dear, the tenth level is scary enough, so how scary will this eleventh level be!?"
"Hehe, I guess Tang Mang will quit soon."
…
In the fantasy space, on the Bluestone Square, Tang Mang remained motionless, looking at the young man in the center of the square in surprise, and asked: "Who are you?"
The young man has a well-proportioned figure and looks about seventeen or eighteen years old. His appearance is not handsome, but he has clear outlines. Standing there with a sword, his whole body exudes a sharp aura, and his whole person is completely integrated with the sword in his hand.
Moreover, with a look, a sharp sword light was faintly emitted.
"Man and sword become one! And he also understands the meaning of the sword! Who is this person?"
Tang Mang's eyes widened in vain, with a look of disbelief.
"Oh, it's been so many years, but someone finally came."
Just when Tang Mang was shocked, the young man spoke, slightly raising his head to look at Tang Mang, and said with a smile: "Young man, you can come here because you have gained my knowledge of swordsmanship."
"What's your experience in swordsmanship?"
Tang Mang was stunned. Then he thought of something and hesitated: "You, you, who are you?"
,
"Yes, I am Qingyun Patriarch Shen Qingyun."
"How, how is it possible? Ancestor, aren't you already gone?"
"Indeed, I died a long time ago. Now I am just a remnant of my soul. It won't last long before it disappears. So, let's start the trial."
"What's the meaning?"
"Haha, the meaning is very simple. Let's compete. If you beat me, I will pass on all my understanding of the sword to you."
"Ancestor, you, you are not joking, are you? How can this disciple defeat you?"
"Don't worry, I will suppress my cultivation to the peak of the ninth level of the physical realm. Moreover, in a battle with you, I will not use any sword power, and will only use Xiaocheng's basic swordsmanship."
"In that case, let's fight. However, I am weak and weak, so I hope our ancestors will show mercy."
"Haha, I, Shen Qingyun, never show mercy. If you can't defeat me, it will only prove that your talent is not as good as mine. Don't expect to gain my knowledge of swordsmanship."
With a loud laugh, Shen Qingyun moved and rushed towards Tang Mang with his sword.
In the battle against Shen Qingyun, the ancestor of the Qingyun Sect, although Shen Qingyun suppressed his cultivation and did not even use his sword intention, Tang Mang was not sure at all. He wanted to take action first, but Shen Qingyun was faster.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Tang Mang came to his senses, he saw a cold sword light stabbing his face, pointing directly at the center of his eyebrows.
quick!
It's so fast!
It was like a flying star from the sky, dazzling and approaching. Tang Mang had no time to dodge. He could only grit his teeth and slash at an angle with the fine iron sword in his hand, trying to block Shen Qingyun's killing sword.
Who would have thought that Shen Qingyun would not fight Tang Mang head-on. He changed his tactics temporarily, and the long sword in his hand changed from stabbing to teasing. With a clang, Tang Mang's fine iron sword was swung away, and then he stabbed again with the long sword in his hand.
The fine iron sword was swung away, and when he saw the sword light coming again, Tang Mang's face changed drastically. Without thinking, he shrank his head, rolled his head, and quickly dodged away with the help of his speed.
"Okay, the speed is pretty good, but I'm far inferior to you at the same level!"
Seeing Tang Mang dodge his sword, Shen Qingyun laughed with a little appreciation in his voice.
"The ancestors have promoted their disciples."
Tang Mang smiled bitterly and shook his head. After a moment of fighting, he knew that his swordsmanship was far inferior to Shen Qingyun's, so he had no choice but to use his full strength to show the speed that he was proud of.
"Haha, I'm not flattering you, I'm just telling the truth."
Shen Qingyun waved his hand and laughed loudly: "Your basic swordsmanship is pretty good, and now you have barely reached the level of Xiaocheng."
Hearing this, Tang Mang secretly smiled bitterly: "I thought that my basic swordsmanship had completely reached the level of Xiaocheng. Unexpectedly, I barely reached it. No wonder my swordsmanship is no match for my ancestors."
Thinking like this, Tang Mang was not discouraged. After all, he had only practiced swordsmanship for a short time. It was good that he could barely practice basic swordsmanship to a minor level.
Thoughts flashed, Tang Mang's fighting spirit was high, and he said loudly: "Ancestor, let's fight again."
"OK."
Shen Qingyun's laughter shook all directions: "Little guy, as a swordsman, you need to listen to the sound to identify the position. Wherever the sound of the sword reaches, the sword will reach."
As soon as he finished speaking, a man swooped over, waving the sword in his hand with a harsh sound of breaking wind.
Tang Mang's mind was echoing with Shen Qingyun's words, but his movements were not slow at all. While relying on his speed to dodge, he stabbed with the fine iron sword in his hand and counterattacked Shen Qingyun's waist and ribs.
"good."
With a loud praise, Shen Qingyun did not dodge. He whirled the long sword in his hand and stepped forward sideways. The light of the sword flashed through the air. The tip of the sword was as fast as lightning. It accurately pointed between the hilt and the body of the fine iron sword in Tang Mang's hand.
.
"boom!"
There was a crisp sound, and Tang Mang felt his right hand go numb as he held the sword, and the fine iron sword in his hand almost flew out of his hand.
Shocked in his heart, Tang Mang secretly said: "My ancestors clearly didn't use much power just now, but he almost knocked away his fine iron sword with one strike. His swordsmanship is really terrible."
Thinking in his mind, Tang Mang retreated quickly and distanced himself far away from Shen Qingyun.
Shen Qingyun did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He seemed to want to give Tang Mang some pointers and said loudly: "A swordsman needs to have quick eyes and quick hands. Eyes mean that you need to use your eyes to see flaws. Quick hands mean that you have to strike quickly without any hesitation."
After saying that, he added: "The sword I just used only used 30% of my strength, which is far less than you, but the effect is surprisingly good. Do you know the reason?"