Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

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

　　Five fingertips, I don't know when they are covered with thick calluses.

　　 The fingers are slightly bent, the thumb touches the middle finger, the spiritual energy in the body circulates freely, gathering the fingertips, vaguely, between the two fingers, there is actually a flow of air converging, suppressing restlessness.

　　Flick the sword wave, without a sword, you can burst out lethality.

　　 This swordsmanship is a bit beyond Fang Lang's imagination, and it is more overbearing than drawing swordsmanship and spiritual sword steps.

　　 Fang Lang scattered his fingerprints and grinned.

　　 With this Snap Finger Sword Wave, this time the questioning sword competition is really rewarding.

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

　　 Liu Bubai and Wen Jiaxue are back.

　　 The two have different expressions, Liu Bubai covered his mouth in a trance, and the warm-up study is full of red light. Wenjian is the first in the academy. This is a highlight moment in Wen Ting's teaching career.

　　 "Sink your heart and rest well. The reason why Beijiang Academy gave up the fight for the first place was mostly because of the personal battle waiting for the meeting. I am not sure about the reform of the personal battle competition system this year."

"However, this time Wenjian University has so many swordsmanship talents, it should be because of the reformed competition system, otherwise, the great-grandson Lu Ze of Drunken Sword Immortal, Donglu Sword Saint disciple Lin Yun and others...There is no reason to come to participate in Wenjian University. ratio."

　　 Wen Jiaoxi said.

　　 He especially told Fang Lang to let Fang Lang rest well.

　　 Fang Lang also nodded, feeling a bit unusual.

　　 For a while, the originally noisy Shushan Daping suddenly became quiet, and there was a feeling of rain.

　　 Every student sat cross-legged on the spot, swallowed and sucked, adjusting his own state.

　　 Fang Lang did not continue to study the Snap Finger Sword Wave, sitting cross-legged, according to the "Datang Sword Classic" operation week, to run aura, restore physical strength and energy.

　　 Less than half an hour.

　　 Above the Shushan Daping, there was a tumult again.

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

　　 The sound of breaking through the air resounded.

　　 Not far away, Liu Bubai finally recovered from lying down and exclaimed.

　　 "Flying sword!"

　　 Above the top of the Shu Mountain, a disciple of the Sword Shuzong in white clothes is driving a flying sword like a sword immortal.

　　The flying swords under their feet are all luxurious flying swords. The formations rotate at a high speed, like a dream and fantasy, and every sword repairer is excited.

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

　　All the students are shocked.

　　 "This is a large and luxurious flying sword. It maintains the flight by running ninety-nine formations at the same time. It can carry hundreds of people at once!"

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

　　As a flying sword enthusiast, he almost feels that he has reached the pinnacle of his life at this moment.

　　 On the large flying sword, there was a familiar figure sitting cross-legged. It was the Deputy Sect Master of Jianshu Sect, who had won Fang Lang's Chao Xiaojian.

　　 "The teachers in each academy independently drive the flying sword to follow the team, and the students from each academy board the large flying sword. I will soon go to the personal battle site."

　　 Facing Xiaojian with white clothes and white hair, sitting on Jian Er, said lightly.

　　 The words floated out.

　　 Many academies' teachers are horrified.

　　 one after another took out the [Imperial Sword Order], driving the flying sword into the air, standing on the flying sword, bowing: "Hey."

　　 "Everyone, follow me."

　　 Sword Shuzong, a master of the Shuzong, drives the flying sword to lead the way.

　　 Many teaching imperial swords followed, and suddenly the sword light was like flowing water, converging behind the master of Jianshu sect, and rushing towards the distance.

　　 After teaching Fang Lang and the others a few words, he also drove the flying sword to follow the crowd.

　　 Above the Shushan Daping, there was a continuous depressed uproar.

Fang Lang, Liu Bubai, and Jiang Linglong were personally taken by the referee of Jian Shuzong to sit in the three seats closest to Chao Xiaojian’s Jian Er. As the number one in Wenjian Dabi Academy, they have this qualification. .

　　 Jiang Linglong sat crouched by Fang Lang's side, enveloped by the formation, with a light veil, but his body was trembling slightly, as if he was a little excited and looking forward to it.

　　 Fang Lang thought, Jiang Linglong will represent the Luojiang Academy to participate in this Sword Competition. It should be... for this moment, right?

　　This personal battle...what is so strange about it?

　　 Two hundred academies, 600 participating students, have boarded the large flying sword.

　　 Everyone found a place to sit down, and there was an array flashing around the body like a ring, isolating the airflow, sound waves, etc.

　　 When the flying sword is flying, the sound waves roar, but the person sitting cross-legged in the flying sword has the sound of the piano in his ears.

　　The luxury flying sword is in the comfort zone, which is very tight.

　　 Everyone suppressed their curiosity, not knowing where Chao Xiaojian would take everyone.

　　 The previous individual battles were all conducted on the arena in Daping, Shushan. This time, they changed places.

　　 For a while, everyone felt novel and exciting.

　　Everyone sits down.

　　 Between the sleeves of the small sword, there are nine exquisite spiritual crystals floating, the spiritual crystals are flawless, and they are filled with water. They are high-grade spiritual crystals with extraordinary value.

　　 Boom!

　　 Chao Xiaojian stuffed the high-grade spirit crystal into the nine grooves beside the sword in front of him.

　　In an instant, the aura was sucked away.

　　 On the huge flying sword's sword, ninety-nine formations are running at the same time. While rotating clockwise, they are also arranged in a circle around the large flying sword, like clockwork intertwined, making a click!

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

　　……

　　 The huge flying sword spurred by the spirit crystals of the above grade is not slow, even faster than the trained flying sword.

　　 across the mountains, through the clouds.

　　 Two quarters of an hour later.

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

　　 "Where is this?"

　　 Fang Lang took a deep breath.

　　 has not yet approached, and feels a great depression, like there is an endless great terror behind the palace, spreading teeth and dancing claws, roaring the sky.

　　 "Jianmen is closed, and after it is closed, there is the demon of Jianshu."

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

　　 Monster Que? !

　　 Fang Lang's heart palpitated. Rumor has it that the monster fault connects the two worlds and is extremely dangerous, guarded by the top big sect.

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

Jiang Linglong turned to look 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 given the strength of the collision of the two worlds. Crushed."

　　 Speaking of this, Jiang Linglong didn't say anything.

　　Because the huge flying sword landed, six hundred students dropped the sword one after another.

　　 waved at the little swordsman, and the flying sword was incorporated into the space ring.

　　 Six hundred students were guarded by disciples of the Sword and Shuzong, leading them to walk in the huge palace.

　　 Soon, everyone came to a huge corridor at Jianmenguan.

　　 And at the end of the tunnel, there is only a lone sword, with the tip of the sword facing down, hanging upside down.

　　On the sword body, there was a drop of blood stained. The blood...tightly stuck to the sword body, unable to drip down.

　　……

　　 Jianmen closed outside.

　　 Each teacher stood on the flying sword, and the sword was in the air, but was blocked by the disciples of Jianshu Sect, and they were not allowed to descend to Jianmen Pass.

　　 The teachers didn't care either, they were paying attention to the situation in the tunnel, their complexion could not help but change slightly.

　　 Wen Jiao Xi squinted: "It turns out that this year's individual competition system has been changed to this."

　　 He had stayed in Jianshu Sect, so he knew a lot.

"This is an assessment for disciples of the outer sect to attack the inner sect. UU reading www.uukanshu.com has a tunnel length of one kilometer. If a disciple of the outer sect wants to attack the inner sect, he needs to travel 800 squares to pass the test. Test your kendo talent..."

　　 "This kind of assessment is the first time it is open to the outside world... Jiang Pei, Lu Ze, and Lin Yun should all be aimed at this sword."

　　 "However, that sword has been hanging there for a hundred years, and no Jianshu disciple has ever pulled it away."

　　 "It's really fearless for those who don't know."

　　 "Even if you walk to 999 meters and want to hold a sword, you will still cut it the next day."

　　 "After all, the sword is also alive, just like a girl. If you don't feel anything for you, you won't be allowed to touch it."

　　 "If you feel good about you... you can touch it naturally."

　　……

　　 The drop of blood on the sword was so strange that many students stared at it, and gradually seemed to be attracted to it, completely indulging in it.

　　 snapped his fingers at the little sword. Under the crisp sound, many students recovered, their faces pale and panic.

　　 "Don't keep staring at the sword."

　　 "Listen, the personal battle assessment rules are very simple, follow the kilometer corridor, the farther you go, the higher the score."

　　 There was a smile on Xiaojian's face: "I know, many of you are here for this sword."

　　 "This is the sword [Liansheng] once used by Sovereign Taihua."

　　 "Of course, if any of you can grasp this sword, whoever will be the first in personal battle, 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 other disciples of Jianshu Sect try it, but no one has it yet.

　　 So, habitually, he didn't care too much.

　　PS: Three provinces, no vote, no collection, no reward? !