The stone sword was extremely heavy. After losing the support of spiritual energy, the young man could only use his body strength to lift the stone sword. Before it could be lifted half a meter, the stone sword slipped again.
In response, the old man said lightly: "Unqualified!"
This scene happened to several teenagers one after another, and what awaited them was undoubtedly the ending of failure.
"How is it possible? Why can't the spiritual energy in my body circulate as soon as I hold the stone sword? There is something weird about this stone sword!" A young man muttered.
Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed, but many people still raised their stone swords. However, before they thought it was extremely easy to swing the stone sword three thousand times, but now it is extremely difficult.
"Can a stone sword suppress the spiritual energy in the body? The review of the Sword God Sect is still the same as before, no change!" A deep voice sounded in Ye Shaohan's heart.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan looked at these stone swords. His soul power enveloped the stone swords in front of him. No matter how Ye Shaohan looked, he could not detect anything strange about these stone swords.
"These stone swords are made of special stones, and the masters of the weapon refinement have set up some small sword formations inside. It is precisely because of the effect of the sword formations that the spiritual energy in the body is suppressed! The test of this stone sword
It is to eliminate those warriors with weak physical strength. After all, physical strength is extremely critical when fighting against the Lingzong realm in the future!" Huo Qilin explained, and after speaking, his aura dissipated again.
Ye Shaohan strode to the side of a young man. The spiritual energy in his body's Dantian slowly flowed through his body. Immediately after exerting force, the spiritual energy quickly concentrated in Ye Shaohan's palm. His right hand held the stone sword forcefully.
Just as the young man said, the spiritual energy flowing in the body immediately stopped, and a terrifying pressure came over him. It was precisely because of this pressure that the spiritual energy in the body stopped flowing.
His body was shaken. These pressures naturally had no effect on Ye Shaohan, but Ye Shaohan still automatically stopped the movement of his spiritual energy.
Seeing Ye Shaohan take action, Yue Wuxie also walked towards a stone sword and raised the stone sword. Although her face was red, Yue Wuxie was still able to swing several swords.
Both hands gently caressed Ye Shaohan on the handle of the stone sword. With a sudden force, the stone sword was lifted over Ye Shaohan's head like a feather without any weight. Ye Shaohan just lifted the stone sword directly with one breath, but the lift
After getting up, the force from his stone sword still caused Ye Shaohan's body to shake slightly for several times. He leaned forward, kicked his feet suddenly, and his body straightened instantly. Holding the stone sword, Ye Shaohan also secretly
Shocked: "This stone sword actually weighs no less than several thousand kilograms?"
It was extremely easy for Ye Shaohan to raise the long sword. His face did not turn red and he was not out of breath. Seeing this, everyone looked at Ye Shaohan with a little awe in their eyes.
The old man also nodded secretly and praised secretly: "This stone sword weighs no less than several thousand kilograms. Tsk tsk, this young man's body is quite strong!"
Raising the sword is one thing, swinging the sword is another. Just the simple action of raising the sword eliminated more than a dozen teenagers.
Seeing everyone raising their stone swords, the old man's mouth raised slightly, and his eyes showed admiration, but then he became extremely indifferent and said coldly: "Remember, swing the stone sword three thousand times. Those who can't do it will be eliminated."
!”
Although it was already the depth of winter, what was colder than the cold wind was the old man's words. Everyone couldn't help but feel a chill, and looked at the old man with a little more fear in their eyes.
Hearing this, Ye Shaohan smiled faintly, "Three thousand times?"
As soon as the old man finished speaking, there was a neat sound of breaking wind in the huge martial arts hall.
Hundreds of stone swords were swung out, and the surrounding air rushed in all directions. Several young men who were already extremely reluctant lost their balance under this powerful attack, and the stone swords in their hands immediately fell off.
In this regard, the old man still said the same cold words: "Unqualified!"
Seeing this, everyone's hearts sank slightly, and they paid special attention to the energy around them.
His eyes sank slightly, but Ye Shaohan did not swing his sword immediately. He concentrated his mind, and a set of extremely simple sword skills emerged in the back of his mind.
But what swordsmanship pursues is the speed and accuracy of the sword. As the saying goes, in the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken.
Ye Shaohan could do that with his own Qilin Sword, but when it came to the stone sword in his hand, he couldn't grasp it.
For a heavy sword, it is most difficult to increase the speed and accuracy to the point where it can only be broken by speed. However, when a heavy sword passes by, although there is no exquisite speed, it has an unstoppable but unstoppable force.
strength.
"The heavy sword has no peaks, and it is too clever to be skillful!" Ye Shaohan said secretly. The sword skills were extremely simple. They just waved the sword forward, up and down, down and up, forward and back, and back and forward. For
For a thin sword, it is easy to achieve this level. However, if it is replaced by a stone sword in his hand, the difficulty will undoubtedly increase. Recalling that set of sword skills, Ye Shaohan slowly opened his eyes, moved his eyes slightly, and looked into the empty space.
The area passed.
Seeing this, everyone showed a trace of doubt, and so did the old man. He looked at Ye Shaohan curiously, waiting for Ye Shaohan's next move.
After seeing that there was no one around, Ye Shaohan swung his sword, and a sharp explosion sounded. With just one swing, the power contained in the stone sword directly caused the air within a few meters to flow around.
The stone sword fell from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top. Its terrifying force directly shattered the square stones under its feet.
Rubbles flew into the air, and the broken stones flew in all directions, eventually turning into dust and flying into the air.
Looking at Ye Shaohan standing in the dust and wielding the stone sword, everyone was shocked. How could this guy wield the stone sword so easily?
The stone sword was extremely heavy, but it was as light as a feather when it fell into Ye Shaohan's hands. Although each sword was extremely slow, it contained extremely terrifying power.
His eyes flickered, and a rare look of horror appeared on the old man's face. Even those inner disciples might not have been able to do this. Ye Shaohan's place has undoubtedly become a scenic spot in the martial arts hall.
His mind was completely immersed in the stone sword in his hand, with his eyes closed tightly, Ye Shaohan swung the sword one sword after another, and he didn't know how many times he swung it until the end.
When Ye Shaohan is completely immersed in something, he can't help but enter into selflessness, and the epee he wields also has a mysterious feeling.
The only thing left in the huge martial arts hall was the sharp sound of breaking wind. Although it was already the depth of winter, most people's backs were still soaked with sweat. The sweat condensed a layer of frost on their clothes. Everyone couldn't help but tremble due to the stimulation of the frost.
He shuddered. At first, this level was to test everyone's physical strength, and in the end, it was also testing everyone's minds. More and more people fell to the ground without strength, and stone swords were smashed all over the ground.
The cold wind blew, and except for a few teenagers, everyone else's bodies began to tremble. They could no longer maintain their balance and fell to the ground one after another.
The cold wind was still roaring, and everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with Ye Shaohan. He swung one sword after another, and each sword contained extremely terrifying power.
With his eyes closed tightly, the spiritual energy around him moved with the stone sword in Ye Shaohan's hand, and the spiritual energy moved along with the tip of the sword.
Finally, the spiritual energy merged into Ye Shaohan's body. At this time, the spiritual energy in Ye Shaohan's body seemed to break through the suppression brought by the stone sword. Therefore, under Ye Shaohan's subconscious, the spiritual energy flowed according to the trajectory of the Vermillion Bird Art.
At this time, Ye Shaohan actually started practicing. The spiritual energy floating in the air was slowly absorbed into Ye Shaohan's body. This spiritual energy moved extremely slowly, and coupled with the sound effect created by Ye Shaohan's heavy sword, no one noticed it.
strange,
As soon as the spiritual energy entered Ye Shaohan's body, it was refined into spiritual energy. Therefore, an inexplicable flavor was reflected in every sword of Ye Shaohan.
The old man next to him had been paying attention to Ye Shaohan's situation. Seeing this, a rare look of horror appeared on the old man's face. Ye Shaohan's swordsmanship had gone from being chaotic at first to containing a certain artistic conception.
"The heavy sword has no peaks, and it is a skill without craftsmanship! His swordsmanship has actually reached this level!" The old man murmured softly. The old man's right hand slowly came out of his sleeve, and he held the stone sword in front of him with his right hand.
Draw the sword instantly.
The sharp sound of breaking wind sounded, and the old man immediately attracted everyone's attention when he drew his sword.
The stone sword also chopped down from top to bottom, and struck from bottom to top. Although the old man tried his best to imitate the trajectory of Ye Shaohan's stone sword, he could not produce the flavor of Ye Shaohan.
"I didn't expect that the realm of a young man could reach the realm of heavy swords without peaks, great skill but no craftsmanship! Deliberate imitation is inferior!" The old man stopped swinging his sword and said rather helplessly.
Not only did the old man notice Ye Shaohan's condition, but the other Sword God Sect disciples present also noticed the changes. For a while, every Sword God Sect disciple paid attention to every time Ye Shaohan drew his sword.
Ye Shaohan's state of mind improved with each swing of the sword. It was not until the sharp sound of breaking wind around him became smaller and smaller that Ye Shaohan woke up from his selfless state of mind, while Yue Wuxie, who was nearby, had a face full of shock.
Looking at Ye Shaohan, their faces were full of disbelief, especially those disciples of the Sword God Sect, who also had a strange look in their eyes when they looked at Ye Shaohan.
Opening his eyes, Ye Shaohan looked around and was startled to see that there were several more teenagers around, and these teenagers were obviously not the same group just now, but Yue Wuxie and the old man from before were still there.
Frowning slightly, Ye Shaohan's eyes fell directly on Yue Wuxie and asked softly: "What's wrong?"
"Boss, you have swung tens of thousands of times in a row!" Yue Wuxie still looked at Ye Shaohan in disbelief and said in a rather admiring tone.
"Tens of thousands of swords, are there that many?" Hearing this, Ye Shaohan couldn't help but be startled. He had entered a state of selflessness and was not very clear about the situation in the outside world. To this, Ye Shaohan responded lightly.
The entry-level reviewers who came later looked at Ye Shaohan with admiration. This guy actually waved it more than 10,000 times in a row.