Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger Chapter 33: ?Lie out your intuition

Before the corridor, there was a lot of noise.

The excitement on the faces of the students was uncontrollable.

They didn't get this news before, and the teacher didn't mention it, but the students are not unfamiliar with this tunnel.

The students present are all talented sword cultivators from various academies, and most of the target sects of their scientific research are Jianshu sects.

Therefore, they all know a lot about Jianshu Sect, and they also know a thing or two about the tunnel assessment.

This is the assessment when the disciples of the outer sect of Jianshu sect attack the inner sect. It is held every three years and is very difficult.

The tunnel assessment, which has never been open to the public, has become a competition system for individual battles today!

The most important thing is that the sword hanging at the end of the tunnel, according to the intention of the Suzerain, as long as you can hold the sword, you can take it away.

In other words, every student has the opportunity to win!

This is the most exciting thing!

The sword of the first sword fairy in the Tang Dynasty, the lord of Xuanyuan Taihua!

If anyone can get it, maybe he is qualified to become the disciple of Taihua Sect Master!

What a temptation!

At this moment, many students are also stunned, no wonder the great-grandson of Drunken Sword Immortal Lu Ze will participate in this sword-questioning competition, no wonder Donglu Sword Master will let his disciple Lin Yun participate...

Everything... is for this sword!

Fang Lang was also a little surprised. No wonder Wen Jiaoxi said that there is a great opportunity. This sword is indeed a great opportunity. Unfortunately, it is not available to ordinary people.

According to the textbook, this tunnel has existed for a hundred years, but in the past hundred years, the disciples of Jianshu Sect have changed one after another, but this sword is still strong!

A disciple of flowing water, a sword made of iron.

A thought flashed through Fang Lang's mind, can he get this sword?

After a long time, Fang Lang smiled and shook his head, thinking too much.

Since Chao Xiaojian dared to say so, it shows that he has confidence in this sword, and it is impossible for someone to take it away.

Therefore, Fang Lang also has self-knowledge.

Chao Xiaojian left quickly, and the person in charge of the tunnel assessment was replaced by an old Jianshu sect sword cultivator with a scar on his face.

He held an iron sword with a strong smell of blood, and swept it on the ground, drawing a sword mark.

"For those who participated in the assessment, the order of the academy students was disrupted. Hundreds of people stepped into the corridor, and the rest stood behind the sword marks."

"In addition, I told the deputy suzerain that the scientific examination will add points, not limited to the top three, as long as you can walk 800 meters in the corridor, you can add 20 points to the scientific examination."

The old sword repairer shouted hoarsely.

Jianshuzong has greeted the court.

As for the students around, they became more and more excited when they heard the news.

The first batch of students quickly lined up in front of the corridor, and stepped into the corridor at the order of the old sword repairman.

Fang Lang was in the fifth batch, so he stepped back a few steps and chose to watch quietly.

Jiang Linglong stood beside him, her beautiful eyes were also staring at the sword in the corridor.

Fang Lang turned his head and glanced at her, and said, "Is this sword the purpose of your joining Luojiang Academy to participate in the sword competition?"

Jiang Linglong was startled and nodded.

She didn't think about answering Fang Lang at first, but the inexplicable familiarity in her heart made her explain: "This sword...a very important person to me...is very meaningful, so I hope I can get it."

Fang Lang nodded thoughtfully.

The first batch of one hundred students stepped into the tunnel with excitement, nervousness and other emotions.

Some students even showed their naked eyes and started to charge.

When someone stepped into the corridor, the floating sword at the end of the corridor trembled slightly.

An invisible wave slowly spread.

It's like a torrent opening a gate, rushing into the corridor!

And the sabers of the surrounding sword cultivators were trembling slightly, as if they were about to be unsheathed and gallop.

Boom!

The student who was planning to rush in the tunnel, his eyes narrowed for an instant, and was hit by this rippling force. In an instant, he couldn't control his figure and flew out directly.

Many disciples suffered bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their minds were traumatized!

"This is 'Sword Intent'."

Under Jiang Linglong's veil, her red lips parted slightly to clear up Fang Lang's confusion.

Fang Lang took a deep breath, sword intent? !

"Crush the tunnel, don't rush, you have to fight steadily and fight against the sword intent... Otherwise, it is easy to be overwhelmed by the sword intent."

Jiang Linglong reminded, mentioning some tricks to pass the level.

Fang Lang nodded, this is something to pay attention to.

In the corridor, seven or eight students who were about to dash forward flew out in a haphazard manner. The distance between them in the corridor was no more than ten meters.

The old sword cultivator with the scar on his face sneered and waved his hand. These failed students were taken down by the disciples of Jian Shu Sect to heal their injuries.

And the rest of the students continued to move forward, staggering, not as hearty as they had imagined.

As time passed, one student after another exited the corridor with pale faces, full of regret and unwillingness.

One hundred meters, two hundred meters... This is the level of most students.

Among the first batch of students, the best performer was a student from Donglu Academy, but he only traveled 400 meters in the corridor.

The disciples of the outer sect of Jianshu sect are only eligible to enter the inner sect after stepping 800 meters.

That is to say... the best-performing students in the first batch only reached half of the passing mark.

"The second batch of preparations."

Scarred Old Jianxiu was not surprised at all, and said lightly.

Soon, after the sword mark, the second batch of students gathered, and in this group, there was an acquaintance of Fang Lang, Song Qingyun who lived in the Beijiang Academy next door to him.

With an order, the students filed in one after another. There were the first batch of students who tested the water, and the second batch of students were all steady and steady, and they were not eliminated at the beginning.

However, the second batch was still not satisfactory. Even Song Qingyun failed after only walking 500 meters.

This reality is extremely cruel, and it has poured a basin of cold water on the students who were eager to try.

The third batch!

Among them is Fang Lang's acquaintance, it is Lin Yun from Donglu Academy!

With an iron sword on his back, Lin Yun's eyes were stern, and he swept over suddenly, glanced at Fang Lang in the crowd, and then stepped into the corridor.

As a disciple of Donglu Sword Master, Lin Yun's performance is indeed much better than other students!

He is like a sharp sword out of its sheath, piercing through all obstacles, and moving forward quickly in the corridor!

Four hundred meters, five hundred meters, six hundred meters!

Lin Yun set a record in an instant.

However, his pace still did not stop, and he continued to move forward. Amidst the uproar of the students around him, Lin Yun crossed the 800-meter dividing line, and his speed finally slowed down.

And this slowness seemed to be a burst of energy, and it became extremely difficult to move forward.

Finally, when he reached the position of 879 meters, Lin Yun backed out with a pale complexion.

However, 879 meters, this score, even the scarred old sword repairer, took a look at it.

Lin Yun walked out of the tunnel dripping with sweat, and raised his chin at Fang Lang provocatively.

The fourth batch of students stepped forward, and Jiang Linglong, who was beside Fang Lang, walked out gracefully.

Fang Lang was startled, and suddenly remembered something, and a look of pity appeared on his face.

He failed to walk the corridor with Lao Jiang, and missed the possibility of triggering in-depth spiritual communication.

However, Fang Lang was also a little curious, where is Lao Jiang's limit?

In the group battle, because of Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong hadn't exploded to the limit, so Fang Lang was very curious.

The scarred old sword repairman glanced at Jiang Linglong. Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil, was somewhat unique among many students.

With an order, the fourth batch of students set foot on the corridor.

Jiang Linglong drew out her sword Ji Xue for the first time, and the sword at the end of the tunnel came with sword intent, and the tip of Jiang Linglong's sword touched the ground with a crisp sound.

In an instant, the sword intent struck Jiang Linglong's side and circled around like flowing water.

Jiang Linglong walked leisurely in the courtyard.

At a distance of 100 meters, the tip of the sword hit the ground again.

Every 100 meters, the tip of the sword hits the ground of the tunnel, cutting through the sword intent and moving forward.

The surrounding students failed one after another, but Jiang Linglong was like a lonely boat breaking through the waves in the vast sea of ​​leaves, swaying forward.

Compared with Lin Yun, she is more relaxed and freehand, even when fighting against sword intent, she is full of poetic beauty.

However, when Jiang Linglong reached the 800-meter mark~IndoMTL.com~ Jiang Linglong wanted to touch the ground with her sword, it became more and more difficult.

"Ding!"

Ji Xuejian knocked against the floor of the corridor, and the crisp sound lingered.

The sword intent was diverted again.

Jiang Linglong moved lightly with lotus steps, and continued to move forward in the corridor.

Nine hundred, nine hundred and ten, nine hundred and twenty...

At the last hundred meters, Jiang Linglong would tap Ji Xuejian once every ten meters.

Every time she tapped, her black hair would fly, and her body would tremble violently.

She's... reaching her limit.

Ji Xuejian's blade was bent into a shocking arc by the sword intent!

Hum!

Ji Xuejian's sword bounced back.

Jiang Linglong's body trembled, and she stepped back seven or eight steps in a row. On the white veil, a ray of bright red slowly faded away.

Nine hundred and twenty meters.

Old Jiang's final score.

Her achievement has already shocked all the students, even the disciples of Jianshu Sect showed a bit of shock.

However, Jiang Linglong's eyes were full of sadness, as if all the stars in the sky had disappeared overnight.

She still failed to touch the Liansheng Sword after all.

Jiang Linglong exited the tunnel, feeling depressed.

"The fifth batch is ready!"

While Fang Lang was about to comfort him, the old sword repairer with the scar snarled.

Fang Lang had no choice but to walk towards the sword mark.

And behind Fang Lang.

Liu Bubai of the sixth batch stroked his gorgeous long sword, looked at Fang Lang's back, and pursed his lips.

Why do you always have weird feelings in your heart?

Could it be that Lie Ying came out of his intuition?

But...

This kind of personal battle...how can you let me lie down? !

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