The first thousand and eighty-nine chapters try sword array
"It's the Qingchi Ancestral Sword!"
"It's really the Qingchi Ancestral Sword. This is the first time I've seen it!"
The Qingchi Ancestral Sword is the treasure of the Qingchi Sword Sect. It is usually controlled by the master or the supreme elder. Of course, ordinary disciples have no chance to see it. That is, core disciples like Jian Xiaoshuang and Jian Fenghong have the opportunity.
If you see it, you can even use it.
Jian Xiaoshuang and Jian Fenghong did both try the Qingchi Ancestral Sword. Jian Fenghong did not perform well when using the Qingchi Ancestral Sword. He was almost the same as his master Jian Buyi.
But Jian Xiaoshuang was different. Jian Xiaoshuang was so valued by Jian Wufeng at such a young age, mainly because the Qingchi Ancestral Sword was stronger in Jian Xiaoshuang's hands than in Jian Wufeng's hands.
This made Jian Buyi feel a little uncomfortable. His master and apprentice were completely outmatched by Jian Wufeng's master and apprentice. This destined that the Qingchi Ancestral Sword would be passed down to Jian Xiaoshuang for the next generation.
Of course, even if Jian Buyi feels unhappy, he still understands the basics and will not do anything excessive to fight for the Qingchi Ancestral Sword.
"Little friend Yi Yun, let me lend you this Qingchi Ancestral Sword to test the sword with. This Qingchi Ancestral Sword has powerful power sealed in it and cannot be used by non-swordsman wizards."
Jian Wufeng said, and the Qingchi Ancestral Sword flew up in his hand and shot towards Yi Yun!
"Crack!"
Yi Yun firmly grasped the hilt of the sword and took possession of the Qingchi Ancestral Sword. Yi Yun immediately felt an indescribable sense of vastness.
There is no doubt that this is a peerless sword, but Yi Yun faintly felt a flaw in the sword's body, as if the sword had suffered heavy damage.
"This sword..."
Yi Yun pondered slightly, and he vaguely felt that the origin of this sword was unusual. However, since it was from the Qingchi Sword Sect, Yi Yun naturally did not think much about it.
With the Qingchi Ancestral Sword in his hand, Yi Yun felt the sword intent in his body surge.
"Little friend Yi Yun, there is a sword trial formation on this sword waiting platform. This sword trial formation was discovered by our Qingchi Sword Sect in an ancient ruins and restored by past formation masters. Even now, it can be considered an exquisite formation.
The formation is ready."
"The sword test formation can be presided over by one or more people. As an examiner, the sword intention and laws understood by the formation presiding officer can be perfectly projected on a sword clone through the formation, and the sword clone can be used to fight.
The formation energy is the same, the clones themselves are the same in strength, absolutely fair, and the second one is that they can perform the most powerful swordsmanship without worrying about being injured."
Jian Wufeng introduced the Sword Demonstrator. Just asking Yi Yun to show off his sword moves would not show their power at all. There must be an opponent.
"So, the host of this sword trial formation..." Jian Wufeng was about to appoint someone to host the sword trial formation, but Jian Fenghong had already stepped forward and said: "Uncle Master, my disciple is willing to host the sword trial formation."
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"oh?"
Jian Wufeng looked at Jian Fenghong. The power of the test sword formation depended entirely on the host's understanding of the swordsmanship and rules, and had little to do with his cultivation level.
Jian Fenghong has been practicing swordsmanship for more than 400 years, and his achievements in swordsmanship are pretty good, so he can serve as a host.
"Can."
Jian Wufeng agreed.
Then, he waved his hand, and two nine-star sword stands appeared on the edge of the sword stand. The sword stands were covered with inscriptions, and nine swords were inserted around them.
Jian Fenghong looked at the Nine-Star Sword Platform and then at Yi Yun, with a smile on his lips.
Everyone is jealous, Jian Fenghong is not a person of low character, but in front of the little junior sister he admires, the head of Qingchi praised a young man younger than himself, Jian Fenghong
As long as you are not a saint, you will feel more or less uncomfortable.
This sword-serving platform was an excellent opportunity. He wanted to frustrate Yi Yun's spirit.
Jian Fenghong drew out his two-handed sword and stood on the nine-star sword platform. He looked at Yi Yun and said: "Go up to the sword platform and use all your strength. Don't blame me for bullying the small. You
Since he is so valued by the head master, he is always capable, so I will not show mercy."
"I don't need a sword stand." Yi Yun simply responded with two words. This made Jian Fenghong raise his eyebrows, "What?"
"I'm still used to fighting with my own hands." As Yi Yun spoke, he walked directly to the center of the sword platform.
"Fight in person?"
Jian Fenghong frowned. In a competition between warriors, unless the difference in strength is relatively large, such as Yi Yun and Jian Xiaoshuang, Yi Yun and Jian Xiaoshuang can easily determine the winner when Yi Yun controls the power of his sword moves. If they are similar in strength, they want to compete.
If the outcome is determined, one party may be injured.
Jian Fenghong used the clone of the sword, and Yi Yun himself came on stage. Even if Jian Fenghong lost, he would not be injured. But Yi Yun was different. If he was injured by the sword energy, he would have to lie down for ten days and a half.
It's not impossible.
"You fight in person, and I would like to accompany you, but my cultivation is far superior to yours, and my foundation is deeper than yours. Fighting in person, it is difficult for me to suppress my cultivation to be exactly the same as yours. I still fight with the clone of the sword.
To be equal to you, it is absolutely fair. I warn you, I will not hold back. If you are seriously injured, don’t blame me."
Jian Fenghong felt unhappy at Yi Yun's careless answer, and he planned to make Yi Yun suffer a little.
The next moment, white light shrouded down, and Jian Fenghong's figure submerged into it and disappeared.
At the same time, around Yi Yun, the disciples of the Qingchi Sword Sect who were only a few dozen feet away seemed to be suddenly pulled away, leaving only a figure the size of a grain of rice in their field of vision.
The same was true for the smooth stone walls. For a moment, Yi Yun's surroundings became empty.
And on this empty sword-serving platform, a figure appeared. This was the clone formed by the sword energy, and it was none other than Jian Fenghong.
All the disciples of the Qingchi Sword Sect were watching this scene. The disciples present had fresh memories of Jian Fenghong presiding over the test of the sword formation. After all, Jian Fenghong was the senior brother and he had been an examiner many times.
He has always been strict on the stage, and I don’t know how many people were tortured to death on the stage of swordsmanship. That is to say, junior sister Jian Xiaoshuang will get all kinds of care when she takes the stage.
"Where's your sword power? I'm about to strike!" Jian Fenghong reminded Yi Yun before he drew his sword, feeling quite confident.
At this time, Yi Yun didn't have any momentum on his body. When a warrior fights, he must first build up his momentum to put himself in the best fighting condition. Sometimes, he can determine the winner just by accumulating momentum.
Yi Yun didn't build up his momentum, so his subsequent attacks would naturally be much worse than those he had prepared.
"It's my business whether to gather momentum or not. What do you care about? I have been practicing martial arts for so many years and rarely fight opponents of my own level. Why bother to gather momentum when fighting an opponent of equal level?"
In the decades since Yi Yun has been practicing martial arts, he has fought countless times across different levels, but he rarely fights against opponents with the same level of cultivation. The reason is that there are very few people at the same level who can defeat him.