"Didn't you say that we need to take an assessment? Zong Shou is not talented. We need to try this Xiaoluo Tianjian Formation to see if it is worthy of its name -"
When the sound fell, the entire school grounds suddenly fell silent. Not only Yin Yang and Chu Xue were stunned, but the group of young Taoists in front of the gate of the Taoist Palace were silent. Even Liang Miaozi was also stunned for a while.
After a while, a loud laugh came. A figure rose into the air and landed on the Mingjian stage. It was the old man named Lin who Huang Yi called his uncle just now. He smiled at Zong Shou: "You
Although this child is not big, his tone is not small, and he has some meaning. But since you know the rules of our sect, you should also know that once you enter the bright sword platform of our sect, you will not be responsible for life or death. Unless you can do it without any
The true energy spirit method can support more than a hundred breaths——"
Zong Shou nodded slightly, holding the Songwen Wind Sword upside down in his hand. Without any hesitation, he walked towards the center of the stone platform as usual and said: "No need to talk nonsense, I, Zong Shou, naturally understand the rules of your Lingyun Sect!"
How could I not know? In my previous life, ever since I learned about the Mingjian and Tianfu two platforms here, I created a new account character specifically for this purpose, and came to challenge it every day.
Others were afraid of avoiding this stone platform. However, he regarded this set of Xiao Luotian Sword Formation and the set of runes as a whetstone to hone his sword skills and the skills of drawing runes.
I still remember that it was a total of 2,372 times, 365 days and nights.
When the small Zhou Tian Sword Formation was finally broken, his swordsmanship finally reached its peak.
In just three years, Sword Emperor Tanqiu appeared in the "God Emperor".
The old man was not angry when he heard this, and nodded: "It's good to know! Since the end of the ancient opportunity, our sect from East Linyunlu tried to challenge the Xiao Luo Tianjian Formation, with a total of 13,700 people. Up to
No one from the Xuanwu Grandmaster to the first-time warriors can win, and more than three thousand people have died on this stage. Recently, there are fewer and fewer people challenging this formation. I, Lin Fei, have not been able to defeat me in the past four hundred years.
I saw only three people. Although you have a dual-vein body, you cannot practice. But you dare to step on this stage, which is enough to be called courageous——"
Chu Xue, who was in the audience, was immediately startled, and instinctively wanted to step forward. However, Yin Yang held him back and said: "There is no need to worry, you have also seen the prince's swordsmanship, Xue'er. It is extraordinary and can support you for a hundred breaths.
It shouldn’t be difficult.”
Chuxue felt a little relieved, but when she turned around to look, she saw that Yin Yang's expression was extremely solemn and full of worry.
Liang Miaozi, who was not far away, said coldly: "Challenge Xiaoluo Tianjian Formation? You really don't know whether to live or die!"
Halfway through Lin Fei's words, he saw a look of impatience on Zong Shou's face. He smiled awkwardly and stopped talking. A talisman was shot out, turning into more than ten points of spiritual light, which penetrated into the wooden figures of the same size as real people.
The pupils of the eighteen puppets immediately glowed with red light. There were also rattling sounds all over their bodies, as if an old machine had been restarted after hundreds or thousands of years.
Zong Shou also happened to step into the center of the stage, pointing his long sword diagonally. The game developer of God Emperor Game said that they have completely reproduced this sword formation in the virtual world, and it is even better. However, the real Xiao Luo Tian Sword Formation
, after all, it is still somewhat different from the imitations in the game. Having seen so many advertisements and promotions from unscrupulous merchants, it is no longer surprising.
I don’t know if I can bear it?
Those puppets moved for a moment, until all the creaking sounds of their joints disappeared. Then they suddenly stepped forward in a neat and orderly manner, and made a loud "swish" sound.
Then he took several more consecutive steps and stepped forward in unison. Eighteen bright swords shone with cold light!
Zong Shou smiled slightly and took three steps to the left. He saw that the eighteen puppets were also changing their positions. Every movement and every step was rigid and standard, and it was also precise to the extreme without any chaos.
Then a total of nine long swords struck straight from all directions.
Even though he had seen countless things in his previous life, Zong Shou still secretly exclaimed that there really wasn't even the slightest flaw to take advantage of.
This sword formation is of course extremely exquisite. The eighteen sword puppets watch and help each other, and the cooperation between them is also extremely wonderful.
If it were used by a stranger, it might be able to have greater power, but it would never be possible, so seamless.
It's just that this feeling is slightly different from the sword formation he is familiar with.
Without the slightest intention of resisting, Zong Shou stepped forward again, taking two steps to the right. Almost wiping the edge of the sword, he dodged out of the small circle. Then his figure moved like a butterfly through flowers, within the sword formation.
.Slightly embarrassed, but also extremely naughty.
Su Chuxue, who was in the audience, could not help but tightly grasp the lapel of her clothes.
Lin Fei, who seemed to be asleep when he activated the sword formation on the stage, opened his eyes again and let out a startled cry.
"I've practiced this pace quite well. I do have some basic skills -"
After a moment of pondering, more doubts appeared on the face. No matter how good the pace is, it is impossible to move forward and retreat freely in this puppet sword formation. The Xiao Luotian Sword Formation is not static.
Unless this person's fighting talent and intuition are terrifyingly strong. Or his swordsmanship is extremely profound!
But any of this is too sensational when applied to a child who is only thirteen years old.
In front of the gate of the Taoist Palace, there were sounds of talking and laughing. At this time, it gradually became quiet, and everyone looked towards the stone platform.
The battle that I thought would be over in just a few rounds is actually not over yet at this moment.
The figure they had laughed at was still standing upright on the stage. His face was extremely handsome, with a slight smile on his face, which made people unconsciously fascinated by it.
"It's indeed good! In this way, this person is not really incompetent. His talent must be extremely extraordinary, which is a pity. It is because of his impure blood. He has two veins, so no matter how good his talent is, it is useless!"
"It's already forty-eight breaths! If it's so easy to dodge, let alone a hundred breaths. Even if it's four hundred breaths, I'm afraid it'll be easy--"
But some people still had a sarcastic look in their eyes: "Is it easy? Is the prestige of Lingyun Sect's Xiaoluo Tianjian Formation in vain? Back then, my ancestor also challenged it, and with the cultivation level of Xuanwu Master, he was defeated at four hundred and twenty breaths.
.This person can move forward and retreat freely, that is the real killing style, and it has not yet begun!"
There was a young man of about fourteen years old in the crowd, his gaze fixed on Zong Shou's feet on the stage. His eyes flickered, faintly revealing a fiery color.
Beside him, there was a girl of the same age, youthful and lovely. At this time, she suddenly turned sideways and smiled: "Fei Bai, you have always called yourself a martial arts idiot. You said that you are the only one who has traveled east to Yunlu within ten years."
It’s just that, in my opinion, this Zong Shou is stronger than you. How about a bet, guess how long he can last?”
"No gambling!"
The young man shook his head decisively, and then looked at Zong Shou's right hand. "I heard that a thousand years ago, there was a powerful man in heaven who fought, but he could only draw a draw with this sword formation. But for this man, his sword was still weak.
It has not been used, it cannot be guessed, and it is not easy to guess——"
The pine-patterned wind sword has never been moved from beginning to end! In the eyes of the young man, this sword is like a poisonous snake hiding in the haystack, extremely dangerous. If it doesn't move, it will be gone, but if it moves, it will strike.
To fate.
The girl's eyes narrowed, and then she shook her head: "If you don't want to bet, you won't bet. But I guess that Liang Miaozi must be so regretful that his intestines will be green. Although I can't see through this Zongshou, I know that he must have kept it."
With a lot of energy left, four hundred breaths is definitely not a problem. I heard that this person has a close relationship with the master of that sect, and he has helped a lot overtly and covertly. But this time, our future senior brother may not be too embarrassed.