Among the thirty-six flying swords, only one is real, and the rest are phantoms condensed by phantom swords.
It is impossible for practitioners in the Xiantian realm to control thirty-six magical weapons and flying swords at the same time.
But the problem was that he couldn't tell which flying sword was real.
He has the confidence to seize the magic weapon with his bare hands, but the prerequisite is that he can lock the magic weapon first. He can't attack thirty-six flying swords at the same time.
In that case, the power will be dispersed and it will be easy to be broken through by the real magic sword.
Seeing that thirty-six flying swords were already attacking him, He Liang didn't have time to think about it. He immediately turned around and evaded in a panic.
But no matter how exquisite his body skills were, how could he avoid thirty-six flying swords?
Whoosh!
Above his head, a magic sword struck down.
The awe-inspiring murderous intention gave his scalp a cold and numb feeling.
"This flying sword is real!"
He Liangliang was startled, and without even thinking, his palms suddenly reached up to grab.
The five fingers were filled with spiritual power, and a fine sword energy was generated that lingered between his palms, and he pinched hard at the flying sword that attacked him.
With a "bang" sound, the flying sword he held collapsed and disappeared like a bubble.
"phantom?"
He Liang's expression changed.
Before he had time to think about it, there was already a flying sword beside him, piercing him in front of him.
A strong sense of crisis filled his heart.
"Break it for me!"
Relying on his sense of crisis, He Liang took action instinctively and pointed out with a strike of his sword.
I saw a surge of condensed sword energy, which easily penetrated the flying sword that was coming.
Another phantom!
In just a moment, another flying sword pierced him from the front, back, left and right.
More than thirty flying swords have blocked He Liang heavily, like a sword array.
What made He Liang even more shocked was that the two phantom flying swords that he had defeated before actually recovered again, complementing the thirty-six phantom sword techniques.
He Liang's heart sank.
Being trapped in such a sword formation means that there will be endless attacks.
Although thirty-five of the magic swords were fake and there was only one real magic sword, He Liang did not dare to gamble. Every time an attack came, he had to resist it with all his strength, which consumed his spiritual energy.
If this continues, consumption will also be consumed to death.
"How can the Shen family's fantasy sword be so powerful!"
Next to him, another deacon, Zhou Chi, was already dumbfounded.
It was not like he had never seen the power of the Shen family's phantom sword before. When Shen Lingjin was promoted to Xiantian and came to the Deacon Hall to report, he had seen her use it.
That kind of power is just average.
In fact, even if Shen Song used it himself, it was not much better.
But at this moment, the Shen family's magic sword technique was used in Su Yun's hands, and it turned decay into magic. It had a fundamental change compared to before.
The thirty-six phantom swords were not only difficult to distinguish between true and false, but they were controlled by Su Yun and could be changed at will to form a sword formation. With He Liang's knowledge, he was unable to see through any flaws and could only deal with it.
Such control is really terrifying.
"Genius! This is truly a peerless swordsman genius."
Zhou Chi was amazed in his heart.
Immediately, he sent a message to He Liang and said, "Why don't we just let it go and give him a top rating."
He has already seen the situation on the field. He Liang is at an absolute disadvantage and is constantly facing attacks from real and fake phantom swords. If this continues, sooner or later he will end up defeated.
It is better to give up now and admit defeat than to be truly defeated later.
When He Liang heard Zhou Chi's message, his cheeks twitched slightly and he did not respond.
Apparently he couldn't bear to look like this.
You know, not long ago, he made a wild statement that he would fight against Su Yun who was holding the magic weapon with bare hands. He acted like a senior trying to teach the younger ones, but in the blink of an eye, he had to take the initiative to admit defeat?
Where to put his old face?
Where is the majesty of a dignified deacon!
"I haven't lost yet!"
He Liang's eyes narrowed, as if he had made a decision in his heart.
boom!
The next moment, an invisible blood flame seemed to burn inside He Liang's body, and a large amount of essence was consumed in an instant.
He Liang's face suddenly turned pale, he closed his eyes, and an invisible wave spread out from his body.
When Zhou Chi saw this scene, he seemed to have thought of something, his face suddenly changed, and he wanted to stop him, but then he shook his head.
He had already seen that He Liang was spending a lot of energy to temporarily enhance his sword heart induction, so as to distinguish the authenticity of Su Yun's phantom swords.
This method is actually no longer something that can be mastered at the innate level.
But you can't say that he violated the rules. After all, he still suppressed his spiritual power to the level of the innate.
"I'm just a student taking the exam, so why bother..."
Zhou Chi smiled bitterly in his heart, but he could also understand He Liang's mood.
After all, it is indeed a shame to lose to an innate disciple of the same level. This is equivalent to using your own reputation to fulfill the opponent's qualification rating.
Who can be willing to do this if they are not relatives or friends?
"Haha, I found it!"
After using the secret technique, He Liang's sword sense immediately became several times sharper than before. He suddenly discovered that among the thirty-six flying swords in the sword formation, one flying sword was special and had subtle differences from the other flying swords.
different.
He couldn't describe the subtle difference in detail, it was all locked by the mysterious and mysterious sword heart induction.
"Break it for me!"
He Liang laughed loudly, completely ignoring the attacks of other flying swords on him, and approached directly. He only saw the flying sword that was locked by him, and he grabbed it with his palms.
During this process, flying swords stabbed He Liang one after another, but they failed to have the slightest impact on him.
As soon as those flying swords hit him, they immediately turned into nothing and collapsed.
If it’s fake, it’s fake!
As long as we can see through that little bit of reality, the Shen family's fantasy sword will not pose any threat.
He sneered in his conscience.
And just when he was about to grab the locked flying sword.
There was a sharp pain in his chest.
He Liang was stunned, lowered his head in disbelief, and saw that a flying sword had pierced his robe, and the tip of the sword had broken through his skin.
Drops of bright red blood continued to drip down the edge of the sword.
At this time, other flying swords began to collapse one after another, including the magic sword that He Liang had previously identified as the real magic sword using the sword's heart sensor.
That is also a phantom.
"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
He Liang looked dull and found it difficult to accept.
I didn't hesitate to spend my essence, and my enhanced sword heart induction was actually deceived!
"Deacon He Liang, I accept the offer."
Su Yun reached out and made a move, and the flying sword that stabbed He Liang flew back into his hand.
He Liang came back to his senses and raised his head with a complicated expression, not knowing what to say.
The injuries sustained by the flying sword on his body were not serious.
Just now, after the flying sword pierced a little flesh on his body, Su Yun controlled it and stopped it, without piercing it any deeper. For He Liang, such a small amount of superficial flesh could be recovered in an instant.
What really hit him hard was his heart.
He Liang stared at Su Yun for a while, then let out a long sigh and said to Su Yun: "Wait for me here for a moment."
After that, he walked back to the hall alone.
After a while, He Liang walked out of the hall, holding a golden token in his hand, handed it to Su Yun, and said: "I keep my word, if you can defeat me, I will give you a qualification rating of A.
Based on your previous performance, it is indeed a match."