Chapter 20

Mo Bei couldn't help but exclaim.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded behind him: "This is natural!"

Mo Bei turned around and saw Ye Qinghong being squeezed out along with the flow of people at some point and standing behind him.

Mo Bei asked, "Why are you back?"

Ye Qinghong bit her lip and said, "I, I want to be with everyone!"

She immediately changed the subject and explained to Mo Bei in a low voice. The admiration and awe in her eyes were hard to hide:

"This was once the place where Ye Shen, the grandfather of Taixu, practiced swords and realized the sword! Hence the name. Countless years ago, when the blood moon came, the master's spiritual light suddenly appeared, and he created the Taixu sword technique!"

After hearing this, Mo Bei laughed in surprise when he saw her well-like expression.

This little girl probably doesn't know yet. The rumor was purely fabricated by the master. The real source of Taixu Sword Technique is the martial arts that evolved from Taibai Sword Technique.

In less than a moment, the more than 4,000 young men also came slowly, poured into the sword platform, and whispered.

"Introduction assessment, the second level."

A cold voice sounded. Although this sound was not loud, it was clearly transmitted into everyone's ears, suppressing the noise present.

All the teenagers calmed down and looked at the source of the sound.

Above the giant sword, a middle-aged man in black robe stood with his hands behind his back, and this is the examiner!

He stood on the hilt of the sword facing the strong wind. His black robe sounded, moving with the wind, capable and decisive.

His eyes were cold, he glanced at everyone present, shouting: "Practice sword."

As his voice fell, the black-robed examiner waved his sleeves, and in an instant!

Countless spiritual swords suddenly appeared in the void out of thin air. The sword body roared rapidly, shining brightly under the sunlight, gathering into a sea of ​​silver! Squeezing the entire sky!

Great momentum!

"Get up!" The examiner in black snorted and pointed his fingers towards the crowds of people!

In an instant, thousands of swords were fired!

"Swish swish swish swish swish!"

Countless harsh sounds of breaking through the air gathered into a whole lot!

The dense sea of ​​swords stirred up waves of air waves, with fierce momentum! It climbed to the highest point of the void, then swooped down, and the dense rain of swords pounced straight on the crowd!

The momentum was so great that everyone was shocked.

Mo Bei and others couldn't help but gasp and their bodies were filled with cold air.

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!"

Every fairy sword fell in front of every boy and pierced into the ground. The sword body trembled rapidly and kept buzzing.

"Sword? What is a sword? The sharpness of a person is revealed, and it is transformed into shape, and it can be blocked by everything. It is a sword!" The clear voice of the middle-aged man resounded throughout the square.

"Swordsmanship is endless and changes a lot. But—"

The black-clothed examiner changed his tone: "Everything changes will never be separated from it! Basic. All sword techniques are derived from basic sword techniques!"

"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step, and a tower of thousands of feet rises from the ground! Basic swordsmanship is the top priority!"

"The second level, test questions! Practice the basic sword technique fifty times!"

As soon as these words were spoken, they were all in an uproar.

"Although this basic sword technique is simple, it must be accurate! I am tired and sweating profusely after practicing one set on weekdays." Long Haotian twitched his lips and said with a frown: "This assessment is really inhumane. He has to practice fifty times, so he can't get tired of people!"

Ye Qinghong pursed her lips and gently raised her toes. The green sword was thrown up. The sword tip drew a beautiful parabola in the void and fell into his hands:

"The Taixu Sect assessment is to select people with outstanding talents and perseverance. It can be said that thousands of troops squeeze into a single-plank bridge. How can it be so easy? Come on!"

After saying that, Ye Qinghong's figure was like a butterfly, dancing. It was better to say that she was dancing than practicing swords. At this moment, she seemed to be a dancing elf on the tip of the sword, with a floating figure and extremely elegant movements. Every time she slashed and slapped, it was pleasing to the eye.

“Hohuh!”

Everything moves!

All the boys held the spirit sword in their hands, kept waving and slashing, and kept roaring through the air.

Sword and sword shadow.

The countless sword lights continued to flood, swelling circles of sword flowers, as if a hundred flowers were blooming, and were dazzling.

Mo Bei held a three-foot green sharp edge in his hand and pointed at the tip of the sword, but he did not move in a hurry. His eyes fell on the brown figure not far away.

A stream of sharp aura spread from its body, erupting with the movement of the sword. It was Fang Luoyou!

He was free in shape, and he was quickly moving through the crowded crowd, ease.

The sword wind whistles, sometimes slow and sometimes tight.

Sometimes the strong wind blows, making people feel awe-inspiring in their hearts. Sometimes the spring breeze blows on their faces, making people feel as comfortable as if they are bathed in the spring breeze.

Chop, flirt, chop, collapse, flirt, grid, cut, thorn, stir, hang, press!

Every move and every sword contain sword intent.

This simplest basic sword technique seems simple, but it seems to be endless, with a sharp and powerful aura that is simply unbearable. It attracts everyone's attention.

"It seems that this person's understanding of sword intent has reached an extremely high level." Mo Bei thought to himself: "Taixu Sect is indeed a crouching tiger and hidden dragon. It is not an exaggeration to call this person a genius."

Sure enough, the boys around him exclaimed in surprise.

Such a genius is not alone here, whether it is Ji Wubing, Ye Qingshuang, or Chen Qingzhu!

Among the four thousand people, hundreds of them all understood the sword intent in this way. Almost all these people are disciples of the immortal cultivation family.

Mo Bei let out a long breath and began to dance with a sword, and the slashing and slashing, losing his power.

The movements are fast and slow, with tension and relaxation, and the attack and defense are seamless.

The sword light is dazzling and changing.

Mo Bei's expression was extremely solemn and focused. He was just dancing his long sword. At this moment, only him and the sword were there. There was nothing else between heaven and earth, only one person and one sword, and selflessness was united.

Time flies.

The entire Wujiantai was silent, and only the slight whistling through the air could be heard, and the sword wind moved the robe.

The first, the second, the tenth time!

Twentieth, thirtyth…

Gradually some people can't hold on and loopholes appear!

"Wang Jiuchou, thirty-six times, his movements were deformed, failed!"

"Zhang Yu, forty-two times, unable to persevere, failed!"

...

Such sounds rang out one after another throughout the Wujiantai. Those unqualified young men were immediately pulled away and reluctantly rushed into the flying boat.

"No, give me another chance!! Please!"

"Do you know who I am? I am the prince of Qingguo! I dare to drive me away!"

Immediately, the young man, known as the Prince of Qing Kingdom, fainted by a light falling from the sky, was carried by someone, thrown onto the flying boat like a dead dog.

Among these unqualified teenagers, some begged and some shouted wildly, but without exception, they were all sent to the flying boat.
Chapter completed!