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As soon as the light flashed, Liu Ming fell outside the path of sword energy, staggering back and forth, with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and a look of shock on his face, as if he had not recovered yet.
"How is that possible?"
"How could I fail?" After coming back to his senses, Liu Ming's face was full of astonishment, and he couldn't believe that he had failed.
Three hundred meters!
Liu Ming's total advance of 300 meters was the farthest he had advanced so far. It was far better than the second place, but it was useless.
Failure is failure.
One meter and 990 meters are both failures.
The failures of those people before did not cause much disturbance, but the impact of Liu Ming's failure was very obvious.
The 130th one on the list of demi-gods in the First Town Boundary City, a proper second-level demi-god-level swordsmanship master, could only advance three hundred meters.
The road to sword energy is so difficult?
What is the mystery behind the Three Questions of Kendo?
Liu Ming was a little depressed and lost his mind, completely different from the high-spirited person before.
Big blow!
If you can't even enter the Dongting Sword Garden, who else is qualified?
Top 100 on the sub-god list?
Maybe, but not necessarily.
You must know that Liu Ming only advanced to 300 meters on the thousand-meter sword energy road, with a full 700 meters left.
Among them, I didn't even pass the first question on the sword body of the three questions on swordsmanship, let alone the two subsequent questions on sword intention and sword heart.
Liu Ming's failure made everyone pay more attention to it.
"This is the standard of the One Yuan Sect." On the Fengling Sect's void spaceship, a Fengling Sect disciple chuckled. Immediately, his figure seemed to have lost all weight, and it was as light as if it was carried by a gust of wind, floating towards
The path of sword energy.
His voice didn't seem loud, but it seemed to follow an invisible wind, filling the surroundings and reaching everyone's ears.
The people from the Tianxing Army sneered, but everyone under the Yiyuan Sect looked unhappy and vaguely angry.
It's clearly contempt.
Then see what you are capable of.
"Junior Brother Yang still hasn't curbed his pushy temperament." On the void spacecraft, a Fengling Sect disciple in blue robes said with a slight smile.
But there was no blame in his tone.
"Senior Brother, Junior Brother Yang's sword is just like his temperament. If his temperament changes, he will no longer be him." The female disciple on the side said with a smile.
The Fengling Sect disciple fell lightly, and with a slight tap of his toes, his whole body floated forward. His green-gold robe was fluttering, and his whole body had a carefree and unrestrained look of wanting to ride the wind back, which was very eye-catching.
Enter!
The disciple of Fengling Sect kept moving forward, and his speed was much faster than Liu Minglai, who was known to be famous for his speed with the Light Sword. Moreover, he had more calmness and wind-like freedom that Liu Ming did not have.
"Fenglingmen is good at wind, and his disciples specialize in swordsmanship." Su Luan spoke, and his voice reached the ears of Chen Zong and Lin Weiyin: "Use the way of wind to enter the sword, and the body and sword will become one.
Follow the wind."
"Humph, what's the point of being fast?" Liu Ming said angrily.
Not long after, the Fengling Sect disciple crossed three hundred meters and surpassed Liu Ming's distance. Suddenly, Liu Ming's face turned gloomy and he could not say anything.
In the face of facts, everything is sophistry and pale.
Three hundred and thirty-three meters away, the Fengling Sect disciple paused for a moment. Just when he thought he was going to stop, he only saw him taking one step forward, as if he had stepped into a new world. He continued to move forward, and soon passed the place.
Four hundred meters.
Five hundred meters!
Six hundred meters!
At six hundred and sixty-six meters, the Fengling Sect disciple named Yang paused again and continued to move forward as if he had broken through the shackles.
go ahead!
go ahead!
go ahead!
A figure caught everyone's attention.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine meters!
The disciple surnamed Yang from Fengling Sect was already standing in front of the gate of Dongting Sword Garden. He looked back and showed a smile. The smile seemed to be a little proud, but also a little provocative.
He immediately turned around and took one step forward, crossing the last meter and entering the Dongting Sword Garden.
As soon as he entered the sword garden, he disappeared in front of everyone.
The first one!
After eliminating nearly a thousand people, the first one finally entered the Dongting Sword Garden.
"Wang Jun, you go." On the void spaceship of the Sky Punishment Army, a young man wearing a dark blood robe and half a blood mask sat astride the bow of the ship. His eyes were as dark as gems. The long sword with a red scabbard was pressed against the bow of the ship.
Putting it on the shoulder, the whole person seems a bit idle, and the temperament he reveals seems to be a bit decadent.
However, no one dares to underestimate him, because he is obviously the leader of the Heavenly Punishment sergeants on this void spaceship.
"Yes, Young Marshal." The young man, who looked somewhat powerful and was wearing a bloody battle armor and a bloody sword on his back, immediately stood up, his posture as straight as a sword, and responded with a low and powerful voice.
Immediately afterwards, Wang Jun stepped forward, and his whole body burst into a ball of blood-colored energy in an instant, as if it was burning with arrogance, and the power it exuded was astonishing.
With a bang, the king's army turned into a streak of blood and rushed out of the void spaceship in an instant. It was like a bloody meteor, carrying an unparalleled iron-blood killing aura and impacting out.
At the same time, dozens of sword cultivators from the two major galaxies under the rule of the Unitarian Sect flew up and rushed towards the path of sword energy, intending to have a go.
The Fengling Sect disciple broke through and entered the Dongting Sword Garden, inspiring them again.
If you haven't tried it yourself, you won't know what the secrets and difficulties are.
"Get out!" Wang Jun roared, and instantly, the aura of iron-blooded killing broke out in an instant, directly impacting like a violent wave, blasting towards the dozens of people.
Dozens of sword cultivators trembled one after another, and their expressions changed drastically. They felt as if they had entered the Shura battlefield in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. The sound of killings was loud, and the murderous intent was rolling in like a tidal wave, trying to drown and engulf them.
asphyxia!
Everyone felt suffocated, their faces turned pale, they retreated unconsciously, and their whole bodies felt weak.
Judging from their looks, it was obvious that they were all severely traumatized in an instant.
"So domineering!" Someone suddenly frowned.
"I heard that the people of the Heavenly Punishment Army have this kind of temperament. They are decisive and decisive in killing and have an iron-blooded will. They are very domineering." Some people who have some knowledge of the Heavenly Punishment Army said.
"They are just a bunch of lunatics." Some people muttered, their faces seemed ugly, as if they had suffered a lot from the Heavenly Punishment Army.
The Heavenly Punishment Army!
It is unusual to name it after the military.
Wang Jun is so domineering, of course no one will touch his brow for the time being.
Therefore, just like the disciple of Fengling Sect, Wang Jun also embarked on the path of sword energy alone.
His movement was not as light and elegant as that of the Fengling Sect disciples, but he had a calmness that kept him steady step by step. He was as steady as a mountain, unshakable, and he was pushing forward with astonishing power like a raging wave.
In that composure, there is a hint of sharpness hidden, which belongs to the sharpness of a sword.
Chen Zong watched carefully and saw that Wang Jun's advance was very smooth, neither speeding up nor slowing down at all.
But at about 333 meters, there was an obvious pause, but the pause time was shorter than that of the disciples of Fengling Sect. Then they moved forward again and paused again at 666 meters.
,keep going.
At 990 meters, Wang Jun paused and did not look back. Instead, he took a step forward, stepped into the gate of the sword garden and disappeared.
The second one!
Another one entered the sword garden.
"I'll go." Xie Yang stood up immediately, unable to sit still.
How can the people of Fengling Sect and Tianxing Army be in the limelight? This is the territory of the Monarchy.
With a flash of sword light, Xie Yang flew out like a gust of wind.
Chen Zong recognized Xie Yang at a glance. After all, they had fought side by side on the Desolate Dragon Star. It could be seen that Xie Yang's strength seemed to be several percent stronger than that on the Desolate Dragon Star.
The true successors of galaxy-level forces may not be as strong as some veteran demi-gods for a while, but their talents must be superior. As long as they are given some time and opportunities, they can grow up quickly and surpass those veteran demi-gods.
class.
The desolate dragon on the desolate dragon star has good blood and is naturally powerful, so it is a good opportunity.
If it weren't for Huanglong's brain being incomparable to those of cultivators, he might have the chance to become a powerful clan in the void.
To become a powerful race, a good mind is a must. Otherwise, even if the bloodline is very talented, it is stupid and has no wisdom, and will eventually become the target of hunting by others.
If you think about the human race, you will know that individuals are inherently inferior to many races in the void, but they are able to dominate the void precisely because of their superb wisdom, which is something that most races in the void do not possess.
Chen Zong thought of the desolate dragon on the desolate dragon star who was not afraid of death and died for his king. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional, and he quickly retracted his thoughts.
Xie Yang landed instantly and immediately stepped into the path of sword energy. At first, he was moving very fast, but after passing 333 meters, his speed began to drop. It was obviously not as good as those of Fengling Sect and Tianxing Army.
people.
After passing 666 meters, Xie Yang's speed dropped again, and his progress began to become very difficult.
This scene immediately made the disciples of the Yiyuan Sect frown, feeling that something was not good.
Nine hundred meters!
At 900 meters, Xie Yang stopped and could no longer move forward. He raised his foot in the air and seemed to be trying to fall down with great difficulty, but it was as if something was blocking his feet. He couldn't do anything.
fall.
A force rebounded, and in an instant, Xie Yang was unable to resist, and his whole body was ejected. In just an instant, he was ejected out of the path of the sword energy.
After landing, Xie Yang seemed to hear a burst of laughter. His face suddenly changed, and he couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his breath was weak.
He was ejected and was only slightly injured, but he felt as if he had been laughed at. His strong self-esteem could not bear it all of a sudden, adding insult to injury.
"Is that a disciple of the Monarchy?" On the Fengling Sect's void spaceship, a chuckle was like the wind, not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.
The people on the One Yuan Sect's void spaceship looked very ugly.
At the same time, I was also worried that not even Junior Brother Xie Yang could enter the sword garden. What was the secret of the three-question sword test of the sword energy path?
You know, among the true successors of the Yiyuan Jiao Sword Palace generation, Xie Yang ranks fifth.
"I'll go." A young man who seemed to be older stood up without making any gestures. In an instant, he crossed the void and landed on the path of sword energy.
This is the true disciple of the previous generation of the Yiyuan Sect Sword Palace.