At the abdomen of Wanyuan Jianshan, between the mountains and hills, there is an empty flat ground with ten green stone platforms in a radius of hundreds of feet. In front of it is a pile of countless rusty iron.
The sword's ten thousand-foot cliff wall.
Ten stone platforms, nine together and one, forming a circling shape. Ten monks sat cross-legged on it. In addition to them, there were nearly a hundred figures dressed in different clothes sitting quietly on the ground, with a long black iron standing in front of them.
The sword shows their identity - the sword cultivator!
Their eyes were closed, and the sword energy flowing on their bodies disrupted the fluctuations of space, causing the originally silent valley to rage with sharp sword intents at all times!
There were many people standing on that edge. They did not have the unique aura of sword cultivators. However, when they looked at the sword wall, their eyes were filled with fiery and yearning. Although they did not practice swords,
There is a hint of luck in my heart, hoping that the swordsman will choose himself as the inheritor.
Of course, there are some of them who are companions and friends of the sword cultivator who choose to stay and wait because of their practice. In the past Wanhua Festival, there are always dark horses who can break through and finally reach the top of the rankings. They also have expectations in their hearts.
Who can get the luck and make a big splash?
At this moment, the young man in black who was sitting on the central stone platform moved his body, and his ink-black strands flew in the air under the breeze, and the eyes under the slender sword eyebrows suddenly opened, revealing an ancient well like a deep pool
The eyes without waves.
The terrifying ripples spread like ripples, causing everyone to look at it. When they felt the blooming Lingtian sword intent, they felt even more ashamed in their awe-inspiring eyes.
Those evil geniuses made them feel desperate from the bottom of their hearts. Even if they gave them ten years of extra time to practice, they would be hard to match.
"The extraordinary sword of the Lin family in the imperial city has a great understanding and has become a demon!" Some people's eyes were filled with envy. Such figures were arrogant and arrogant, and they were destined to enter the ranks of the peak powerhouses of the empire in the future.
"What is Lin Yige's identity? He is a genius young man who is alongside the young master of Yunze Shang League and Lei Zi of Mo Yuanzong, and is known as the new crown of the empire. It is not surprising that this is just a matter!" Someone nodded and his eyes were full of gazes!"
With unconcealed appreciation.
"The empire has no boundaries, a vast sea of people, and many hidden masters, and how many talented disciples are there under his sect. If they are included, this reputation is not true and mixed with water."
Amid the uproar of recognition, someone retorted that the sound was like a sudden rise of a new force, instantly attracting the unkind eyes of many people.
"What qualifications are there for a small person like you who is more than one person?" The voice was sarcastic and harsh, full of contempt and harshness.
As soon as this sentence was spoken, it made people applaud him, and the insults of him kept fluctuating.
"A gentleman is open and honest, villains are always worried, and despicable people are often narrow-minded."
"It seems like you like to talk sarcastic words, but it's mostly a villain's behavior."
"With your cultivation perspective, why should you judge others?" As everyone accused him, the person became even more arrogant and sarcastically mocked him without hesitation.
"Xia Haochu, the divine general in the army, the disciple of Venerable Wuya, and the heads of various departments of Tianyuan Academy. What should they do if they are included?" He did not shut up because of this, but continued to denounce doubts.
Many people were silent because of this. The people he said were the best among the geniuses, especially Xia Haochu, who was young and powerful, and now it has become a climate.
The man was speechless, but he was very angry. Suddenly, his mind flashed, and he thought of something, and then shouted: "Boy with sharp teeth, what's the use of no matter how much you say? You even have them
Not even a single hair of it.”
"The cultivation level is in front of you, this is a fact, and no one can feel that it can't be changed." The man sighed again, and the late fluctuations of the seventh level of the Blood Spirit Realm that he walked out of his body were really unbearable.
"That's not necessarily." His eyes surged firmness and a passionate face, which was the confidence to move forward.
"You are so arrogant, have you seen those ten verdant stone platforms? If you have the ability, go and grab one." The man encouraged him and scoffed at him on his face.
He gradually walked forward and looked at the stone platform, with deep doubts in his eyes, and his beautiful face made many people feel regretful at this moment, and he sighed that under such a good face, there was a shameless heart.
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And he is Lin Zixuan who came here through the space tunnel!!
"The mouse's short-sighted eyes are the enlightenment platform. If you sit on it, you can obtain endless sword energy to temper your body, and you can also feel the magical powers and magical meanings left by the sword's ancestors. However, if you use your cultivation to cause trouble, you will undoubtedly die." Someone explained
, looked at Lin Zixuan with pity.
"Passing the test? Can you summon the illusion spirit of Wanyuan Sword Mountain?" Lin Zixuan frowned slightly and asked.
As soon as this statement was spoken, many people immediately laughed, and the man laughed loudly, thinking in his heart that the so-called newborn calf is not afraid of tigers, is to describe him.
Ten stone platforms represent the most powerful swordsman with superb sword skills. It is undoubtedly a dream to defeat them. Otherwise, why would nearly a hundred sword cultivators be willing to be their subordinates and not replace them?
"It's true in theory. By comprehending the profound sword technique, you can summon the sword spirit." The man said with a smile. He could not wait to see Lin Zixuan humiliate himself.
Lin Zixuan didn't say anything, his firm eyes represented his attitude. He moved forward and took one step at a time. In addition to resisting the powerful pressure emitted by the stone platform, he also had to defend against the terrifying sword energy released by nearly a hundred sword cultivators.
He snorted coldly and activated the Thirteen Blood Mansion. The huge fluctuations of blood and energy made him unstoppable. In seven breaths, he approached a stone platform. The fluctuations of the sword cultivator sitting on it had reached the middle stage of the ninth level of the Blood Spirit Realm.
"Give up!" Lin Zixuan didn't say much, and his strong attitude showed everything.
The sword cultivator ignored it. Lin Zixuan's provocative behavior seemed ridiculous to him.
"I'll count three times. If you don't disappear in front of my eyes, I will let you disappear forever!" The sword cultivator's voice was cold. It was really unforgivable to disturb his practice. If it weren't for this critical moment, he would have killed him long ago.
Lin Zixuan's face condensed. Since he was rude to him, then don't give him face anymore.
He rose from the ground, clasped his five fingers with his right hand, and then swung it straight out and hit the sword cultivator's eyebrows.
A simple punch without any fluctuations in cultivation, but with a huge pressure. This is the fusion of the Thirteen Blood Mansion with the Wilderness Blood Width and the power of the whole body's bloodline. It is also Lin Zixuan's strongest blow at present. This punch can be destroyed.
Kill any cultivator below the ninth level of the Blood Spirit Realm.
Lin Zixuan's sudden action caused the sword cultivator to change slightly, and a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"If you have a way in heaven, you don't go, and if you have no way in hell, you will surrender. Since that's the case, you'd better die!" The sword cultivator's voice was cold and his expression was extremely indifferent. (To be continued)