Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 32: ?A sword hanging for 0 years

Fang Lang opened his eyes sleepily from his memory, looking at his hands.

The fingertips of the five fingers were covered with thick cocoons.

The fingers are slightly bent, the thumb is touching the middle finger, the aura in the body circulates freely, gathering at the fingertips, indistinctly, between the two fingers, there is actually an airflow converging, suppressing restlessness.

Flicking the sword wave, without a sword, can burst out lethality.

This swordsmanship is a bit beyond Fang Lang's imagination, and it is more domineering than sword drawing and Lingxu sword step.

Fang Lang scattered his fingerprints and grinned.

Coupled with this flick of the finger sword wave, this time the competition of swordsmanship is really full of rewards.

Sure enough, there is still some **** to be squeezed. Fang Lang has an intuition that he should be able to squeeze out a lot of good things from the old ginger.

Liu Bubai and Wen Jiaoxi are back.

The two had different expressions, Liu Bubai was covering his mouth in a daze, while Wen Jiaoxi was blushing, and ranked first in the academy in the Swordsmanship Competition. This was the highlight moment in Wen Ting's career as a teacher.

"Calm down and take a good rest. The reason why Beijiang Academy gave up competing for the first place is probably for the individual competition that will be held later. I don't know the details of this year's individual competition system reform."

"However, there are so many swordsmanship geniuses in this competition, it should be because of the reformed competition system, otherwise, the great-grandson of Drunken Sword Immortal Lu Ze, the disciple of Donglu Sword Master Lin Yun and others... have no reason to come to participate Asking the sword competition."

Professor Wen said.

He specifically told Fang Lang to let Fang Lang take a good rest.

Fang Lang also nodded, feeling a little unusual.

For a while, Daping, which was originally noisy, suddenly became quiet, with a feeling that the rain was about to come.

Every student sat cross-legged on the spot, breathing in and out, adjusting their own state.

Fang Lang did not continue to study the flick of the finger Jianbo, sat cross-legged, and followed the "Da Tang Sword Classic" to run the sky, run the aura, and restore physical strength and energy.

Less than half an hour.

On the Daping of Shushan Mountain, it became noisy again.

Fang Lang opened his eyes, and Jiang Linglong beside him also opened his beautiful eyes, looking at the top of Shushan Mountain.

The sound of breaking through the sky resounded.

Not far away, Liu Bubai finally recovered from his lying down and let out an exclamation.

"Flying Sword!"

On the top of the clouds in Mount Shu, the disciples of the Jian Shu Sect in white clothes control flying swords like sword immortals.

The flying swords under their feet are all luxurious flying swords, and the formation is rotating at a high speed, like a dream, and every sword cultivator is excited.

A huge flying sword came across the sky, almost covering the entire mountain top.

All the students were shocked.

"This is a large and luxurious flying sword. Ninety-nine formations operate simultaneously to maintain flight, and it can carry hundreds of people at a time!"

Liu Bubai was so excited that his eyes were shining, Fang Lang introduced.

As a flying sword enthusiast, he felt that he had reached the pinnacle of his life at this moment.

Sitting cross-legged on the large flying sword was a familiar figure. It was Chao Xiaojian, the deputy lord of Jianshu Sect, who had once wooed Fang Lang.

"The teachers of each academy learn to control the flying sword independently and follow the team, and the students of each academy board the large flying sword, and we are about to go to the personal battle site."

Chao Xiaojian, dressed in white and with white hair, sat cross-legged on Jianer, and said calmly.

Words drifted out.

The hearts of many academy professors trembled.

One after another, they took out the [Royal Sword Order], drove the flying sword into the sky, stood on the flying sword, and bowed: "Here."

"Everyone follow me."

A master of the Jianshu sect leads the way with a flying sword.

Many teachers followed Yujian, and suddenly the sword light was like flowing water, converging behind the master of Jianshu sect, and rushing away towards the distance.

After Wen Jiaoxi gave Fang Lang and the others a few words, he also drove the flying sword and followed the crowd away.

On the Daping of Shushan Mountain, the depressive uproar continued.

Fang Lang, Liu Bubai, and Jiang Linglong were personally led by the referee of Jianshu Sect to sit in the three seats closest to Jian'er in Chaoxiaojian. have this qualification.

Sitting cross-legged beside Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong was covered by the formation, her veil was lightly lifted, but her body was trembling slightly, as if a little excited and looking forward to it.

Fang Lang was thoughtful, Jiang Linglong will represent Luojiang Academy in this competition of swordsmanship, it should be... just for this moment, right?

This personal battle... What's so special about it?

Six hundred participating students from two hundred academies boarded the large flying sword one after another.

Everyone finds a place to sit down, and there are formations flashing around the body like a ring, isolating the airflow, sound waves and so on.

When the flying sword is speeding forward, the sound waves howl, but the person sitting cross-legged in the flying sword can hear the sound of the piano.

The luxury flying sword is very good at comfort.

Everyone suppressed their curiosity, wondering where Chao Xiaojian would take everyone.

Previous individual battles were held in the arena in Daping, Shushan, but this time, the venue was changed.

For a while, everyone felt novel and exciting.

Everyone sit down.

In Chao Xiaojian's sleeve, there were nine extremely exquisite spirit crystals suspended. The spirit crystals were flawless and filled with mist.

Boom!

Chao Xiaojian stuffed the high-grade spirit crystals into the nine grooves next to the Yujian Token in front of him.

In an instant, the spiritual energy was sucked away.

On the sword of the huge flying sword, ninety-nine formations are running at the same time. While rotating clockwise, they are also arranged in a ring around the large flying sword, like clockwork intertwined, making a crackling sound !

And the huge flying sword also took six hundred students, rose across the sky, galloped out quickly, and disappeared on the top of Shushan Mountain.

……

The huge flying sword activated by the spirit crystal of the above grade is not slow, even faster than Wen Jiaoxi's flying sword.

Across the mountains, through the clouds.

Two quarters of an hour later.

The huge flying sword was slowly slowing down, and was sitting in front of the huge palace suspended in the air.

"Where is this?"

Fang Lang took a deep breath.

Before getting close, I felt a great depression, as if there was endless terror behind the palace, baring its teeth and claws, roaring into the sky.

"Jianmen Pass, after the pass is Jianshu Yaoque."

A pleasant voice came from the side. Jiang Linglong's veil was flying up, and the delicate face under the veil was faintly visible. She raised her head, her star-like eyes were shining brightly.

Demon Que? !

Fang Lang's heart trembled. It was rumored that Yao Que was connected to the two worlds. It was extremely dangerous and was guarded by a top sect.

The location of the personal battle this time is actually arranged in Jianshu Yaoque?

Jiang Linglong turned her head and glanced at Fang Lang: "Of course, we can only stop at Jianmen Pass. We can't enter the real Jianshu Demon Que. If we enter the Demon Que with our strength, we will only be defeated by the two worlds." The force of the collision was crushed to death."

Having said that, Jiang Linglong didn't say any more.

Because the huge flying sword landed, six hundred students lowered their swords one after another.

With a wave towards the little swordsman, the flying sword was incorporated into the space ring.

Six hundred students were protected by disciples of Jianshu Sect and led them to walk in the huge palace.

Soon, everyone came to a huge corridor in Jianmen Pass.

And at the end of the corridor, there is only a lone sword, the tip of the sword is facing down, hanging upside down and floating.

On the blade of the sword, there was a drop of blood, and that blood... was tightly stuck to the blade, unable to drip down.

……

Outside the Jianmen Pass.

A teacher stood on the flying sword, and the sword was flying across the sky. He was blocked by the disciples of Jianshu Sect and was not allowed to come to Jianmen Pass.

The instructors didn't care either. They paid attention to the situation in the tunnel, and their complexions couldn't help but change slightly.

Teacher Wen squinted his eyes: "I see, this year's individual competition system has been changed to this."

He has stayed in Jianshu Sect, so he knows a lot.

"This is the assessment for the disciples of the outer sect to attack the inner sect~IndoMTL.com~ The tunnel is one thousand meters long. If the disciples of the outer sect want to attack the inner sect, they need to walk 800 square meters to pass. A test of kendo talent..."

"This kind of assessment is open to the public for the first time...Jiang Pei, Lu Ze and Lin Yun should all be for this sword."

"However, that sword has been hanging there for a hundred years, and none of the Jianshu disciples has pulled it out."

"It's true that those who don't know are fearless."

"Even if you walk to 999 meters, if you want to hold a sword, you will still be separated from the sky."

"After all, the sword also has a spirit, just like a girl, if she doesn't like you, she won't let you touch her."

"If you have a crush on you...you can touch it naturally."

……

The drop of blood on the sword was incomparably strange. Many students stared at it, and gradually seemed to be attracted to it, completely addicted to it.

He snapped his fingers towards Xiaojian, and with the crisp sound, many students came to their senses, their faces pale and terrified.

"Don't keep staring at the sword."

"Listen, the individual battle assessment rules are very simple, keep walking along the thousand-meter corridor, the farther you go, the higher the score."

Chao Xiaojian had a half-smile on his face: "I know, many of you came here just for this sword."

"This is the sword [Liansheng] that the Taihua Suzerain used to have."

"Of course, if any of you can grasp this sword, whoever is the first in personal combat, even..."

"The sword can also be taken away."

Shrugged towards Xiaojian.

This sword has been hanging here for a hundred years. Every year, thousands of disciples from the Jianshu Sect try it, but no one has it yet.

Therefore, he did not pay much attention to the habitual hilarity.

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