Fuji Avenue

Chapter 328: Yuanming Sword's Epiphany, Hidden Sword One's Obsession

In the lecture hall, the monk who had fainted before gradually regained consciousness.

When they recalled the situation before they passed out, it was probably that the sword qi slashed across the head, bringing great oppression to the soul, and then their eyes went black.

Of course, those monks who had their heads shaved suffered even more.

Even if he is awake now, he still suffers from headaches.

Du Wenguang was the one who reacted more obviously in this army of headaches.

In fact, he didn't wake up naturally.

Instead, he was in a coma and was forced to wake up by a severe headache.

After waking up, I felt the coolness of the brain and pain in the brain, which is a rare and strange feeling in the world.

He quickly reached out to touch it, only to see a big bald gourd.

Opening his eyes in fright, he sat up.

Rubbing his head repeatedly with both hands for a while, he finally confirmed that he was indeed shaved into a big bald head.

The huge forehead looked extremely horrifying in the palm, which gave him the premonition that his appearance would collapse instantly.

He stared and looked to the side, only to see many strange phenomena in the hall.

There are quite a few bald people like myself, and each of the Zhanger monks has wide-eyed eyes and bright foreheads, which is ridiculous.

He offered little comfort in his heart.

After thinking about it, remembering what I said earlier, I probably understand why my head was shaved bald.

Li Han, Qi Ming, Shen Xian and others beside him had all woken up, but they didn't want to make fun of Du Wenguang's head.

Everyone looked around, saw that there were more than a hundred people with swords hanging above their heads, and guessed that several of them had missed the opportunity of the Great Dao.

Shen Xian, however, thought of his own family situation, and thought to himself that since he broke up with Tang Xian, chances have always hit him like raindrops, and he has always been able to avoid them one by one miraculously.

He couldn't help wondering whether this supernatural ability to avoid the opportunity of the Dao was secretly bestowed by his sea-suppressing beast.

And I can't help guessing whether God is implying that I made a wrong choice to break up.Or, Tang Xian is the real opportunity for his family.

He closed his eyes and sighed.

It was a good job teaching dojo, but now it has become like this.

Everyone is a little confused.

"It's not like a dojo."

"I've never seen anything like this before."

"It's a bit like a big sect's trial." Shen Xian looked at the majestic Sword Burial Tomb above the podium, and suddenly said, "It's just like this, looking for opportunities based on their own abilities."

The trial he mentioned refers to the secret realm blessed places specially set up by some super sects or large sects to train their own disciples.In order to win people's hearts, they often reserve some places for affiliated sects.

Li Han and others did not have the opportunity to participate.Shen Xian entrusted Li Qingyun to arrange it, and participated in the two trials of Chang Yuanzong and Yuelinzong, so he has some understanding of the situation.

Everyone recalled what they had just experienced. When the sword energy hit their bodies, it did arouse waves of their own consciousness. It was very likely that it was a good luck, but it was a pity that none of them could resist the oppressive power brought by the sword intent.

Looking aside, Wei Buer saw a sword above his head, and a sword qi swayed from the sword body, going straight to the sword mound, like a flying rainbow.

"Junior Brother Wei is blessed..."

"The serious people who came to practice the dojo didn't get lost, but a chaperone took advantage of it."

Someone's helplessness and resentment lingered here for a long time and were difficult to dissipate.

Looking at the podium again, Li Yunjing's face was covered with white mist, apparently not intending to show his true face.

Even if she has the appearance of a nine-day fairy, these low-level disciples are not lucky enough to see her.

"This encounter is really in vain." Du Wenguang said bitterly.

So, watching the misty mist, he sighed together with the thousands of unlucky monks present.

While speaking, dozens of swords hanging above his head disappeared, and the monks under the swords fell to the ground and passed out.

When there were only a dozen or so handles left, all the swords sounded together, and the blades vibrated in unison, shooting out a beam of brilliance, covering the person under the swords, and when the phantom shook, it disappeared instantly.

……

Bu Er looked up.

I seem to be in a hall with a weird structure.

There are more than a dozen monks from various sects beside him, all of whom still have swords hanging above their heads.

Zhang Jianfeng and Cang Jianyi were also among them.

After further investigation, it was found that except for Zhang Jianfeng, the rest were monks in the psychic realm.

The appearance of the main hall is clearly very strange, but Buer feels that the atmosphere here is very familiar, as if he has been here in person not long ago.

Looking around, there are more than a dozen huge swords stuck upside down in each corner of the hall. Half of the sword body is stuck in the ground, and some ugly cracks are inserted into the ground.

In the middle of the exposed half of the sword body, there are more than a dozen teleportation light gates embedded in it. There are different sword auras faintly emanating from the light gates, some are aggressive, some are fierce, some are gentle, some are majestic, some are dark and gloomy, Wait for the details.

Except for Bu Er, the rest of them seem to be from sword cultivators.

Seeing this situation, everyone showed joy on their faces, and Qi Qi took out their own swords.

Stepping on the sword, escape to various light gates, so as to feel the sword intent that fits with oneself.

I saw several streamers of light dancing in the hall, and the flying sword light brought the whistling sound of the wind, the momentum was amazing.

Zhang Jianfeng was stepping on a blue light epee, the pressure of the ground bridge was full of thick sword energy, and he was the most eye-catching among the people present.

Although Tibetan Sword One is only at the psychic level, but with more than a dozen silver light swords on his feet, the aurora current is flowing while the silver light is shaking, and his aura is not far behind Zhang Jianfeng.

He guessed that other than himself, these people were all rare monks with sword talent, and thought to himself: "It is said that among all the monks in this world, the gifted swordsman has the most terrifying attack power. I saw it today, and it really deserves its reputation. It's a pity that being a talented swordsman requires a lot of Zhenhai beast background, and Bi Fei doesn't seem to be good at it, so I probably won't be able to become a swordsman in this life."

While thinking about it, while observing the situation in the hall, thinking about the unusual things in the dojo, he suddenly thought: "Li Yunjing was born as a sword cultivator, and his true biography should also be passed on to the disciples of sword cultivators. Why did you recruit me here? I'm afraid the visitor is not kind. .”

Thinking of it this way, I immediately became vigilant in my heart, thinking that whoever wants this true biography of the Dao wants whoever wants it, I must hide far away.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard Li Yunjing's cold voice from outside the main hall: "There are tests in the teleportation light gate in the hall, and each has a chance. You can choose one of your own, and the first to pass the test will get my true biography!"

As soon as the words fell, they were still walking with their swords in mid-air, and everyone adjusted their escape directions, scrambling to rush, and sent light gates and flints to various places.

Seeing the crowd scrambling for each other, Zhang Jianfeng was very calm, thinking that since Marshal Li had set up the light formations with different sword intents, there must be some deep meaning behind them.Not necessarily the one with the weakest sword intent is the easiest to pass.It is very possible that her old man intentionally asked us to choose the one that suits our own sword intent.

Thinking about it, he cast his eyes on a light gate near the east that exudes the aura of an epee, his face sank, and he stepped on the sword and fled straight to that side.

There was already a person in front of him, and Xiao Xu was about to plunge into the light gate.

"Get out of the way!" Zhang Jianfeng shouted in a low voice.

Hearing this, the man knew that this gate had been spotted by the only Ground Bridge Realm cultivator in the field, he trembled all over, and the next moment he sped up his escape, only a short distance away from the Light Gate.

Zhang Jianfeng snorted coldly, his eyes sharpened sharply, and with a sway of the heavy sword under his feet, a thick sword aura shot out instantly, rolling the person several feet away, hitting the wall of the hall heavily, and fainting.

Only then did he stabilize his body and escape into the gate of light without haste.

……

A teleportation light gate near the center of the main hall exudes the most tender and soft sword intent breath. Zang Jianyi and the other eight sword cultivators hid in the sword light and fled towards it at the same time.

"Choose one each!" Li Yunjing's voice came again, with an unquestionable tone.

Halfway through the conversation, Zang Jian made preparations early in the morning, and silently said "Scatter!"

Several silver light swords around his body turned into silver streamers, attacking several sword cultivators running side by side at the same time.On the other hand, he fully opened his escape speed, standing alone in front of several escape lights.

All the sword cultivators saw the silver light attacking with their own eyes, and each used their magical powers to resist, but the five of them were blocked by a single sword.

Among the remaining three people, two of them knocked the silver sword aside, but their bodies were blocked, and they were already too late to catch up with the horse.

The last person seems to have a rare sword escape technique, passing through the silver sword light directly.

After passing through the sword light for a split second, the escape speed suddenly increased faster than before, as if he could use the strength of the sword light to increase his speed.

Immediately afterwards, he passed through the sword light of Zang Jianyi again, and the speed was even faster.

Only in an instant, the last come first, overtake the front.

That's all for nothing, but he still has the power to fight back.

At the moment of overtaking, this person directed at the hidden sword and sent out a hidden sword energy, brushing past the opponent's body, and almost succeeded.

Sword escape is also a rare supernatural power in the world of monks. It probably completely integrates the monk's body into the sword light, and the body and sword are integrated into one. It is also known for its extremely fast escape speed.

It is rarely involved in general exercises, and most of them can only be accomplished by relying on the special magical powers of sea-suppressing beasts.

Since this person has such supernatural powers, the escape speed of others is far beyond his reach, and he has already reached the entrance of the teleportation light array in a flash, half of his body is submerged in the light gate, and he is about to complete the task.

But before the color appeared on his face, another ray of light had already entered the entrance.

In the next moment, he was forced out of the light gate, and then the color of the light array suddenly dimmed.

The sword intent that overflowed here disappeared without a trace, and only half of the huge cold sword body fell upside down in front of him.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and couldn't believe his eyes.

The last words that Zang Jianyi said to him before entering the light gate seemed to be still in his ear.

"I just want to be first."

The figure is gone, and the lingering sound is endless.

……

After Li Yunjing finished speaking, it took less than a cup of tea, the rest of the people had already selected their favorite light formations, and Wei Buer was the only one left in the hall.

There is only the last one left of the Sword Intent Light Gate.

Bu Er lingered near the Guangmen, but never fled into it.

There seems to be an indescribable sword intent pouring out of the light gate, and the space near the light gate has a slightly twisting breath, as if it fits with the space of his own [Zhu Er].

If the owner of this dojo is not Li Yunjing, he might really think that his chance has come.

But now, "Who is rare to get the true biography of this devil?"

So far, he is still taking chances.

I hope that Li Yunjing really wants to find a master of swordsmanship, and then let him go with an attitude of indifference.

While strolling outside the Guangmen, Li Yunjing asked coldly from nowhere outside the main hall:
"Why don't you go in?"

The voice filled his ears, as if the devil was by his side.

Fuji forced himself to be calm: "I wanted to go, but it was robbed by others. It's too late now, let's not fight."

Hearing Li Yunjing sneer.

In mid-air, a phantom of a palm waved towards him, and with a slap, Fuji would enter the door of light.

……

Your uncle's.

He cursed secretly in his heart.

When he opened his eyes again, there was already a void space in front of him.

Hundreds of feet away, there is a vast expanse of white fog.

Within a hundred feet, there was a light stone shining above his head, and a white light sword exuding a second-order aura was hanging directly below the stone.

Just wondering what this meant, suddenly a thick fog billowed in the distance, and soon a faceless figure condensed.

Stepping on the clouds and mists, he fled towards this direction, stretched out his hand, and took the white light sword into his hand.

The Wuman's arm shook, and the white light sword whirled suddenly, circled in mid-air, and swung a sword glow towards Buer.

This move did not come quickly, and the momentum was mediocre, but Bu Er easily dodged it.

The second sword of the white light sword had already been swung, but Bu Er suddenly thought in his heart: "The devil said that the first to pass the test will get his true inheritance. Does it imply that he must beat the fog man?"

At the moment, he didn't use all his strength, only controlled the Shadow Wind Dragon Sword, and used the body-folding technique, trying to dodge as much as possible, not to block back.

What I think is that I can take it off for a while, and wait for others to pull out the leader, and my family will be safe.

Unexpectedly, the Wuman swung another sword energy, which made him dumbfounded.

"Yuanming sword energy?"

In uncertainty, the fog man swung his sword again.

Judging from the method of vibrating the acupoints and the body of the sword, it is clear that it is the Yuanming Sword Art.

"What the hell is she doing?"

He subconsciously waved his sword to resist, and also resorted to the Yuanming Sword Art in a strange way.

Fight with the fog man.

At the beginning, his family still had the upper hand, and he deliberately delayed the war, but still retained some skills.

But the Wuren's sword formula became more and more pure, until later he didn't know which monk's skills were integrated into the Yuanming sword formula, and the power became even more astonishing.

The more he fought, the harder he fought, and the more he felt something was wrong.

But seeing that the Wuman Yujian's moves had inadvertently leaked a trace of killing intent.

My heart trembled, and I wanted to delay it any longer so that nothing would happen.

He tried his best to fight the enemy now, but it seemed too late.

The Fogman's momentum has been established, and the white light sword is under his command, and the blade of the sword is so violent that it twists and turns the surrounding space.

When the next sword is swung, a tiny crack in space is formed, and with the swing of the sword light, it also rushes towards Bu Er at a high speed.

"Fuck!"

Bu Er shouted in surprise, the word "shrink" in the body folding technique was pushed to the extreme, and the whole body was folded upside down into a right angle, which could be avoided.

It only needs to be a moment late, and the space crack will pass by, and I will be cut in half.

Looking back at the fog man, he couldn't help being surprised.

He knew that the other party was clearly the [Yuanming Sword Art], but he actually used the vibration method of the sword art to arouse the power of space. This method is really mysterious and unspeakable.

"Li Yunjing mentioned before that each of the more than ten teleportation light arrays in the hall has its own tests and opportunities. Could it be that this method of using the Yuanming Sword Art to induce the power of space is my opportunity?"

He was thinking about the moves.

According to what Zhu said before leaving, one of the avenues that their family is good at is the way of time and the other is the way of space.

Time has passed, and there is no clue now.

As for the way of space, because [Zhu Er] was initially awakened by Zhu with [Kun Zhen Fu Qi] instead of relying on his comprehension of the Dao, the connection with him is very weak.

Therefore, at that time, the way of space was limited to a vague concept.

But with the frequent use of [body movement at will] and [instantaneous arrival] supernatural powers, he seems to have learned a little bit through practice.

Specifically, every time these two magical powers are activated, when the black and white scroll absorbs mana, it seems to be accompanied by a certain frequency of mana vibration.

He didn't quite understand the principle at first, but now he saw the Wuren controlling the [Yuanming Sword Art] like this, and he had some understanding.

At the moment, I was overjoyed and tried my best.

Yuanming Sword Jue, "Ascending to look at the meander of the river", [Instantaneity], body folding technique, red light blade, shadow wind dragon sword.

All kinds of skills have been mastered in his years of life and death wandering, and his power is amazing, but he can only fight with the fog man.

Of course, what he cares about at the moment is not defeating the Fog Man.Instead, from the subtleties of his moves, he can get a glimpse of the opponent's method of transforming the "Yuanming Sword Art".

While the mind was turning, the spirit was focused to the extreme, and he refused to let go of the details of the fog man's sword control.

……

In another empty space, also surrounded by thick fog, there is an open space.

Hidden Sword Yi controls several silver light swords, frantically chasing a white mist figure in the midair.

Contrary to Cang Jianyi's ferocious attack, the Wuren only wields one sword, and the sword's temperature is like water, calm and leisurely, but it doesn't lose the wind in the slightest, on the contrary, it sets off the helplessness of Cang Jianyi.

The battle with the Fog Man has been going on for an unknown amount of time.

From the very beginning, Zang Jian went all out, but no matter what tricks he used, the opponent was always able to deal with them freely.

Since it is not as good as a tug-of-war, he has also changed from eager to win to steady and steady, looking for flaws.

Fortunately, there were no abnormalities in the other light gates. Presumably, everyone was already in a hard fight, which also proved that Li Yunjing's test was not easy.

After a little reassurance, the whole person aroused infinite fighting spirit again, several silver lights flashed, and continued to fight desperately with the fog man.

……

Tibetan Sword One has always only strived for the first place.

For example, he only sits in the first row at the Teaching Dojo.

For example, in the Dunhuang Grand Competition, he only wanted to be number one.

But in fact, neither Cang Jianyi's aptitude nor background provided him with the conditions to fight for the first place.

Although Zhenhai Beast Sword Owl is formidable, his spirit and soul are not compatible with Zhenhai Beast, and his meridians are not very smooth, so it takes more effort to absorb spiritual energy.

He came from a small sect called Huashan Sword Sect, who has been established for an unknown number of years, and the one with the highest level of cultivation is the psychic realm.

There is no accumulation of sects, no good exercises, gathering spirit formations, panacea, and no competent masters.

When he came to the northwest, he had no one to take care of him, no one to take care of him, no backstage, no helper, and he relied on his own efforts to survive.

Under such difficult conditions, he has made great achievements in the [Desolation] Grand Competition for two consecutive times.

Not only won the second place in the individual competition, but also led his own team to the second place. In the Northwest Army with strong opponents, surrounded by powerful enemies from various sects, it was a miracle.

It's a pity that the second is only the second and will never be the first.

He was extremely unwilling for this, and thought that his own efforts and skills were already in place. Compared with No.1, the only difference was that his cultivation resources were far inferior.

The so-called number ones all come from super sects and are protected by the stars, how can I compare?

For this reason, he is very obsessed with Li Yunjing's true biography of the Dao, and has an unusual desire.

"Marshal Li is also a sword cultivator, Zhenhai Beast and I are both sword lords, and they both take the path of controlling several swords together. If I can get its true inheritance, even if it is one out of ten, I will be absolutely invincible in the psychic realm. gone."

"The most important thing is that due to limited resources, I have little hope of breaking through the Earth Bridge Realm. If there is a monk in the Heaven and Human Realm as a master, magic weapons, elixir, and exercises will never be treated badly. It will be easy to cross the Earth Bridge Realm. The future is bright again.”

He even had some doubts that Li Yunjing's rotation was specially set up for his family.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of the great opportunity for the two of them to be sword lords in sea beast suppression?
The only thing that made him hesitate was that if he worshiped under Li Yunjing's sect, he would inevitably join the Changyuan Sect, which meant that he had to break away from Huashan Sword Sect.

Although my family's sect is only a small sect, there is no reason to dislike it as the saying goes, "A son does not dislike his mother's ugliness, and a dog does not dislike a poor family."

What's more, being able to step into the world of monks is also a kindness of the master, thanks to the insightful eyes of the master in the past.

No matter how impoverished Huashan Jianzong's wealth is, the resources invested in Cangjianyi have never been stingy in the slightest.

Fighting anxiously in his heart, his eyes looked into the mid-air.

The several silver rays moved to the extreme, illuminating the entire empty space with light.

The second-rank silver sword in mid-air that made his family shine in the [Desolation] competition was almost saved by the Huashan Sword Sect.

He had a sore nose, and a picture from his memory suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Senior, please do me a favor, just sell this magic horn to me."

This is the appearance of the master working hard to collect the scrolls of Zhenhai Beast Unicom for himself;

"Jian Yi, this is for you."

This is the scene where the head master handed over the only bottle of psychic pill in the sect to himself;

"Brother Zang, please come first, we are not in a hurry."

This is the critical moment to break through the psychic realm, and the brothers in the sect have surrendered the spirit-gathering formation one after another.

"I am the hope of Huashan Jianzong, and I am the most likely disciple in the sect to break through the ground bridge realm."

He muttered inwardly.

Thinking of this, it feels like sitting on pins and needles.

For a moment, I couldn't imagine how if I quit Huashan Sword Sect, how would the sect master, master and fellow seniors bear such a heavy blow.

The silver glow in mid-air paused for a while, its momentum gradually weakened, and the sword controlled by the fog man began to counterattack...

……

Wei Buer didn't know how long he had been fighting with the white light sword controlled by the fog man.

There are several fleeting space cracks flickering in the midair, and there are deadly dangers that may cause him to fall at any time.

He had already given up the counterattack, and used the method of "rising up to look at the meander of the river" and the body folding technique to the extreme.

The whole person is as slippery and nimble as a loach flying in mid-air.

Half of the mind is avoiding the attack of the fog man, while the other half is concentrating on observing the tricks and methods of the opponent's [Yuan Ming Jian Jue] operation.

After a long battle, he has already gained a lot.

Just when he was full of joy to observe, a figure in white suddenly flashed in the void...

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