Unlike the young man before, Xin Ling chose another route. It was obvious that he had learned some tricks about this sword formation through his observations just now.
This step is a step into the lost state.
Seeing this, the sword slave chuckled, and twisted his palm hard, and the direction of the strong wind in the sword array changed accordingly. Three swords rose from the ground, one of which fell behind Xin Ling, and the other two fell on Xin Ling's back.
In front of the order, there are two more ways forward, making it more complicated.
The strong wind blew, making the hem of Xin Ling's clothes rustle. He faced the strong wind and stared at the road ahead. This short distance of a few feet, under the arrangement of twenty-one swords, produced endless wonderful changes! What if?
If anyone else were to see such a complicated sword formation, they would definitely be confused and confused. But Xin Ling is different. He is a disciple of the Taishan Sect and has learned a sword formation that is popular in the Taishan Sect, so he has a certain understanding of the sword formation.
Understand, not a layman.
One method can be used to master all methods. After learning one sword formation, when you see other sword formations, you can more or less see through some of the methods.
After observing for a moment, Xin Ling chose a seemingly weak path from among the many paths, strode forward, and passed through the gap between the two swords.
The sword slave nodded slightly, seemingly approving of it, but he was merciless at all. He was still exerting his internal power vigorously. The strong wind in the sword formation almost formed a substance, advancing layer by layer in the direction of Xin Ling.
Xin Ling's clothes were blown up by the wind, and his sleeves were even bulged into balls. However, his body was not defeated by the strong wind, and he was still walking like a dragon and a tiger at his feet! He was seen advancing against the wind in the sword formation, and sometimes
Change direction and move left and right to avoid those strong winds and look for opportunities to take advantage of.
The sword slave was not idle either. In addition to injecting internal energy into the sword array, he also often changed the layout of the sword array. Under his careful arrangement, Xin Ling had more and more swords around him and more and more options to choose from.
Complex, it becomes like a maze, and this is the power of "getting lost"!
"Oops! Why do I seem to be standing still?" Xin Ling took a few steps and measured the distance between himself and the sword slave with his naked eyes. He found that it had not shortened much. He seemed to have been tricked by the sword formation and kept spinning in circles! He
Looking around, the overlapping swords vaguely transformed into small paths, extending endlessly into the distance, intersecting with each other, making it extremely complicated.
Not long ago, he could choose a path from the sword formation, but now there were so many options that he couldn't decide where to start. He stood there for a long time, like a lost man.
"Xin Ling boy, tell me, what should I do if I get lost?" The sword slave asked playfully when Xin Ling didn't move for a long time.
"We should cut through the thorns and find a way out," Xin Ling replied.
"What if you don't have any weapons available, or someone won't let you use your weapons to clear the way?"
"Then identify the direction and keep walking in one direction. No matter how far the road is, you will eventually get out."
The sword slave smiled and did not answer, and did not go further.
Xin Ling was inspired and suddenly realized that since he was unable to see through the fog, he had no choice but to choose a path to the dark side.
He identified a direction and walked straight forward, passing through the gleaming forest of swords. The swords in front of him were pulled out one after another, changing the layout, blocking the way forward, and increasing the blowing of the strong wind. He
Gritting my teeth, I walked through the narrow gap against the strong wind. The strong wind hurt my whole body, as if many knives had been scratched through my body.
Just after hearing several "pops", Xin Ling's dark gown appeared with holes, each of which was smooth and straight, as if it had been cut with a knife!
Xin Ling gritted his teeth and continued to move forward, no longer following the complicated path in the sword formation, treating it as nothing, and just moving forward blindly.
In this way, he finally further shortened the distance between him and the sword slave, reaching nearly two-thirds of the way.
The wind in front became stronger and stronger. Even Xin Ling was having a hard time walking. There were more and more holes in his clothes. If he walked forward, his skin would probably be torn!
Xin Ling showed a stern look on his face. Not only did he not retreat, but he also aroused a fierce fighting spirit.
He was good at using fast swords and had an impatient personality. Seeing that victory was imminent, he simply forced out his inner strength and faced the strong wind in front of him head-on.
A ray of light with a green color came out from his body, facing the strong wind, and split the strong wind with a sharp force!
The sword slave said that it was forbidden to use martial arts, but he did not say that it was forbidden to use internal force to protect oneself. This kind of behavior is not illegal. Moreover, it is impossible to break through this sword formation without using internal force.
Xin Ling used his inner strength to split a path, and the wind pressure on his body suddenly decreased. He seized the opportunity and took a few steps forward, further shortening the distance. He was only a few steps away from the dry old man Jiannu.
The closer the distance between the two parties, the smaller the space available for arranging swords. Such a small area cannot lay out too complex a road.
The sword slave reduced the complexity to simplicity, no longer playing around with twists and turns, and directly summoned all the swords back, arranged them into a trapezoidal road, and pointed the broad side towards Xin Ling.
This trapezoidal sword formation is like a shrinking valley. The further you go inside, the stronger the wind becomes!
There is no skill left in the following competition. The test is pure internal strength. Those with insufficient internal strength will inevitably be pushed backwards. Only those with strong internal strength can go up against the wind!
Xin Ling had no reservations anymore and forced out all the internal energy in his body, forming a sword-like edge that cut through the strong wind and arduously moved forward. He felt that it was getting harder and harder to walk, as if he would be blown away by the wind at any time.
As if walking, the green internal energy bursting out from the body's surface was also swaying, becoming extremely unstable.
"Oops, I can't hold on anymore." Xin Ling sighed secretly, feeling very unwilling. But at this moment, the strong wind in front of him suddenly dispersed and disappeared without a trace. He felt the pressure on his body suddenly reduce, and he focused his gaze.
Look, it turns out that I am already standing in front of the Supreme Sword, only one step away from it, and I can even smell the scent of wine coming from the sword slave!
"Boy Xin Ling, congratulations on becoming the first person to break through the sword formation. This token is yours." The sword slave said as he reached into the sword box beside him and grabbed a piece of red copper from it.
He took the colored token and threw it to Xin Ling.
Xin Ling took it and took a look. On the token was engraved in a row of dented red letters: Zi Chu's Qualification Plate.
"This token is specially made by Zhujian Villa. It cannot be imitated, and it will be useless if imitated. I will remember who has obtained this token. Only those who get the token from me are eligible to participate in the competition.
This can prevent others from cheating and prevent others from snatching the tokens in the hands of successful people like you. You can now take the tokens to Sword Forging Villa and wait there for the official start of the arena competition. Of course, you can also choose
Stay and wait until all the tokens are distributed, then follow me to the Sword Forging Villa. This way you can use this time to see who has got the tokens and know yourself and the enemy. In short, it’s up to you to stay or go.
That’s it.” The sword slave explained.
"Thank you, senior!" Xin Ling was very happy. He held the token tightly and saluted the sword slave.
"Okay, I won't say much more. Just retreat after you get the token. I still have to rearrange the Dead End Sword Formation." The sword slave waved his hand, grabbed the wine gourd, and took another big sip.
Xin Ling was also a man of few words. He didn't say much. He took the token and left happily. People outside saw him coming out and congratulated him one after another. He returned the greetings one by one, not daring to lose his etiquette. It didn't take long.
, disciples of the Taishan Sect crowded up one after another, surrounded him, and like stars holding the moon, they took him away from here, presumably to go back to the master to ask for merit.
Xin Ling became the first person to get the token, taking the lead, winning many praises, and bringing glory to the Taishan Sect.
There has always been a gap between the Taishan Sect and the Three Sword Sect. Seeing the Taishan Sect showing its face, the Three Sword Sect disciples all sneered at this. Many disciples said that because they were swordsmen, they did not bother to fight for any swords, otherwise they would not be able to compete at all.
When the Taishan sect came out on top, of course the Taishan sect didn’t like hearing this, and almost started a fight again, but they didn’t start a fight because they were worried about Luoshu Villa.
The whole process was witnessed by everyone in the booth, only the process of breaking into the formation was not fully seen.
After reading it, everyone naturally wanted to comment.
"This Kuai Jian Xin Ling is really quite capable. He was the first to successfully break through the level and win the token. It seems that the Taishan Sect has a successor."
"It is indeed extraordinary that he has reached the fifth level of heaven at such a young age. Looking at the entire world, there are probably not many people with this talent. In my opinion, he is very likely to win the championship in the arena competition and get
That first sword."
"Haha, I have a different opinion than you. He has the ability, but he can't defeat all the challengers and get the Zichu Sword. The reason why he was the first to get the token is just because he came to this villa to celebrate his birthday.
The number of people is limited. How many young people can there be among the hundreds of people below? The top-grade sword is extremely precious. When the news is released, it will naturally attract rising stars from all over the world to gather here. There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are people outside the people.
There are still young people who are better than Xin Ling in the world."
"Oh? You should tell me which juniors are better at using swords than Xin Ling?"
"That's a lot, so I'll just name two people. One is the son of the Sword Master. Zheng Wuji, and the other is the Yin Yang Swordsman. Kong Yunjie. Both of them are young and specialize in practicing swordsmanship. When I heard that Zi Chu
After hearing the news about the sword, I will definitely come here to participate in the fight."
"I have also heard about these two people. I heard that they are both geniuses among geniuses and heroes among heroes. After you put it like this, it is indeed difficult to decide who will win in this group competition. Now there is something good to watch.
"
"Although it's all a group of juniors vying for it, it's really interesting. It's estimated that someone will set up a gambling game in the near future. You and I can try our luck by placing two bets."
Two martial arts masters in the small pavilion discussed the matter of competing for the Zichu Sword. Every word fell into Zhao Zheng's ears, and Zhao Zheng nodded secretly. The two people spoke very lucidly and guessed accurately.
Among those competing for Zichu Sword, there are indeed Zheng Wuji, the son of the Sword Master, and Kong Yunjie, the Yin Yang Swordsman, and both of them are extremely powerful opponents. They have all made it into the top four, and their strength even surpasses
Above the fast sword Xin Ling just now.
These two talented young men will become Zhao Zheng's fierce rivals for the Zi Chu Sword in the future, and will be extremely difficult to deal with.
As for the establishment of a gambling bureau, the two men also guessed it. This kind of event full of variables will of course be taken seriously by those who open gambling houses. In the near future, many related gambling bureaus will be opened.
By then, Zhao Zheng must place a big bet on himself. With his current reputation, the odds will be very high. If he can win, he will make a lot of money.
Zhao Zheng continued to stay on the second floor of the small pavilion, watching the situation in the martial arts training hall. As time went by, new people came to the small pavilion one after another, and some people chose to leave one after another. The sword array set up by the sword slave was very effective for those with low cultivation levels.
Warriors and warriors who are determined to break into the battlefield are very attractive, but for those martial arts masters, the appeal is very small, and these people have no interest in it.
After Kuai Jian Xin Ling, people participated in the battle one after another, but without exception they all failed. After all, there were only a few people who were young and highly cultivated.
Unconsciously, it was noon. Baili Liancheng's legs were sore from standing, and he was hungry. He said goodbye to Zhao Zheng and Zihua, saying that he would go to the chef to order some delicious food, and wait for the meal to be ready.
, and then sent his servants over to treat the two of them to a meal.
Baili Liancheng hurriedly went downstairs. Not long after he left, another person shouted that he wanted to break into the formation.
"Damn, why did you wait for so long, and only one person succeeded. Isn't it just that the wind is stronger? Why is it so difficult to break through? You guys are looking at the tricks. Look at how I break through the formation, and learn from me.
, I guarantee that all of you can get through." A big and rough voice sounded, which immediately attracted the attention of everyone around. When everyone took a closer look, they found that the speaker was a tall, thick, black-faced man.
This man was shirtless and exposed his dark chest. He didn't look very good. He had a bear face and a strong beard. He also had a thin braid on the back of his head, which was as long as
It extends to his waist. On his back, he carries a blunt sword like an iron rod. Like his owner, this blunt sword is also black, with a metallic luster on the surface, and it seems to weigh a hundred or ten kilograms.
, but not light.
As the saying goes, swords move lightly. Most swords are very light. Thick swords like the One Life Sword are rare. However, the black blunt sword carried by the strong man is several times heavier than the One Life Sword. It has almost become detached.
Beyond the scope of a sword, it is basically a big iron rod.
When Zhao Zheng saw this man, his eyes were stern, because this man, like Xin Ling, was also one of the future challengers.
"This man is so ugly, he looks like a black bear." Zihua commented with a smile.
"You can't judge a book by its appearance. Even though he looks ugly, he is very capable, not weaker than the fast sword Xin Ling just now." Zhao Zheng said with a burning gaze.
"Why, do you recognize him?"
"Well, his name is Tieniu. Like me, he is not very famous in the world. He is a fool. I don't know how he got into this villa."
"How can you recognize him if he's not famous?"
"It's just a chance encounter. It's just a chance encounter." Zhao Zheng casually gave up a reason.
While he was talking, Tieniu had already strode into the martial arts training hall, his heavy footsteps making a loud thud on the ground. He stood at the door and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Old man, I'm here to break into the formation. Hurry up and get out of here."
Set up the formation and let's see how I break your bird formation."
The other juniors were all respectful when they saw the seniors, how dare they talk such nonsense. If it were another martial arts master who heard it, he would be angry. However, the sword slave has always been a casual person, so he didn't pay too much attention to it. Instead, he felt that he was in front of him.
Rough guys are quite interesting.
"You idiot, how old are you to come here to join in the fun? Isn't it clearly written on the sign at the door that only those under twenty-five are eligible to join the battle? I think you are almost thirty at this point.
Right?" The sword slave smiled.
"Thirty bird eggs. I'm only nineteen this year. I just grow up too fast. I just look older." Tieniu said, grabbing the braid on the back of his head and shaking it, "Have you seen this braid?
, when my mother gave birth to me, she asked a fortune teller for a fortune teller. The fortune teller said that there was a disaster in my life and it would be difficult to support me. If I wanted to avoid disaster, I would have to leave a pigtail and raise him as a girl, so my mother gave me a baby.
I have such a pigtail. The fortune teller said that the pigtail can be cut off only after the disaster has passed at the age of twenty. This pigtail is proof that I am not twenty years old."
This iron cow, a brash man with pigtails, was already funny in itself, but after he said this, it became even more funny, making the crowd outside laugh.
When Tieniu heard that others were laughing at him, he turned around and cursed angrily: "Why are you laughing? Have you never seen a man with pigtails?"
The people outside laughed even harder.
The sword slave was also amused and laughed out loud, and asked: "You idiot, are you really only nineteen years old?"
"Of course, if I don't change my name or my surname, I will be nineteen years old." Tieniu said, patting his chest.
"When you talk about your age, why do you mention your name again? You really don't think about the margins when you talk." The sword slave smiled and shook his head, then looked at the people at the door, "Do you think he is nineteen years old?
If you say he looks like him, then I will agree to let him pass. This time the decision is in your hands. I am an old man, my eyesight is dim, and I cannot see people accurately."
Most of the people outside were watching the excitement. They didn't care about Tieniu's real age. They just wanted Tieniu to join the battle and then be disgraced and make a fool of himself. This would be interesting.
"I think he looks quite young, he should be nineteen years old. Senior, just believe him."
"That's right, that's right. How can anyone in their early twenties still have pigtails?"
"I think he is not nineteen years old, but five or six years old. Maybe he is wearing crotchless pants underneath!"
The people outside were making noise together. Almost everyone claimed that they believed Tieniu was only nineteen years old and wanted to vouch for Tieniu. These people just thought it was fun to say this. The purpose of saying this was not out of good intentions, but it indirectly achieved success.
Tieniu can be said to have a bad intention but a good thing.
"Okay, since you all believe that he is only nineteen years old this year, then I have nothing to say." The sword slave clapped his hand on the Supreme Sword, activated the sword formation, and then waved to Tieniu, who had a silly look on his face.
, "You idiot, just use whatever skills you have. If you can break through the sword formation, you will be allowed to go to the Sword Forging Villa to participate in the arena competition. But I have to warn you, you can't do anything random when you break through the formation, and you can't use it.
Martial arts, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless with the sword."
"It doesn't matter if you don't use martial arts. I don't know much about martial arts anyway, but I would like to ask, when you break into the formation, can you pull out the sword you stuck on the ground?" Tieniu asked naturally. (To be continued.
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