Binding to Geniuses To Become Stronger

　　Before the tunnel, there was a lot of noise.

　　 The excitement on the faces of the students is hard to suppress.

　　 They have never heard of this before, nor have they mentioned it in their teaching, but the students are not unfamiliar with this tunnel.

　　The students present are all genius sword repairmen in various academies, and most of the target sects of their scientific research are Jianshu Sect.

　　 Therefore, they all have a lot of knowledge about Jianshu Sect, and they also know a thing or two about Yongdao Examination.

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

　　 Channel assessment, which has never been open to the outside world, has become a personal battle system today!

　　 The most important thing is that the sword hanging at the end of the tunnel can be taken away as long as the sovereign can hold the sword.

　　In other words, every student has a chance to get it!

　　 This is the most exciting!

　　 The first sword immortal of the Tang Dynasty, the sword of Sovereign Xuanyuan Taihua!

　　If anyone can get it, he might be qualified to be a disciple of Sovereign Taihua!

　　 What a huge temptation this is!

　　 At this moment, many students are also surprised. No wonder the great-grandson Lv Ze of the Drunken Sword Fairy will participate in this Sword Sword Competition.

　　Everything... is for this sword!

　　 Fang Lang was also a little surprised. No wonder Wen Jiao said that there is a great opportunity. This sword is indeed a great opportunity. Unfortunately, it is not something ordinary people can get.

　　According to the text, this tunnel has existed for a hundred years. However, the disciples of Jianshu Sect have changed one crop after another for a hundred years, but this sword is still strong!

　　 The disciple of flowing water, the sword of iron.

　　 An idea flashed through Fang Lang's mind, can he get this sword?

　　 For 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 cannot be taken away.

　　 Therefore, Fang Lang also knows himself.

　　 Chao Xiaojian left soon, and the person who presided over the assessment of the tunnel was replaced by an old Jian Shuzong Jianxiu, with a scar on his face, unsmiling, and even a bit harsh, his body was strong.

　　 He held a **** iron sword, swept it on the ground, and made a sword mark.

　　 "For those who participated in the assessment, the order of the students in the academy was disrupted. One hundred people stepped into the corridor, and the others stood behind the sword mark."

　　 "In addition, as the deputy sect master said, the scientific examination is not limited to the first three points. As long as you can walk 800 meters in the corridor, you can add 20 points to the scientific examination."

　　 Old Jianxiu's voice was hoarse, and he shouted.

　　 Jian Shuzong greeted the court.

　　 And the students around, hearing the news, became more and more excited.

　　 The first batch of students lined up in front of the tunnel and stepped into the tunnel under the command of Old Jianxiu.

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

　　 Jiang Linglong stood beside him, her beautiful eyes staring at the sword in the tunnel.

　　 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 had never thought of answering Fang Lang, but the inexplicable sense of familiarity in her heart made her explain: "This sword...for a very important person...it is very meaningful, so I hope to get it. ."

　　 Fang Lang nodded thoughtfully.

　　 The first batch of hundreds of students, each with excitement and tension, stepped into the corridor.

　　 Some students, even more glaring, began to rush.

　　 When someone set foot on the corridor, the floating sword at the end of the corridor trembled slightly.

　　 An invisible wave spread slowly.

　　 is like opening a floodgate, impacting in the tunnel!

　　 The sabers that were being repaired all around were trembling slightly, as if they were about to unscrew.

　　 Boom!

　　 The student who had originally planned to rush in the tunnel, his eyes shrank instantly, and was impacted by this rippling force. In an instant, his figure could not be controlled and he flew out directly.

　　 Many disciples even suffered from bleeding in the mouth and nose, and their minds were hurt!

　　 "This is'Sword Intent'."

　　 Under Jiang Linglong's veil, her red lips lightly opened to help Fang Lang's confusion.

　　 Fang Lang took a deep breath, Jian Yi? !

　　 "Assault the tunnel, don't rush, you must fight steadily, against the sword intent... Otherwise, it is easy to be rushed by the sword intent."

　　 Jiang Linglong reminded, mentioning some tricks.

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

　　 In the tunnel, seven or eight students who were going to rush out flew upside down. The distance between them in the tunnel was no more than ten meters.

　　 The old Jianxiu with the scar on his face sneered and waved his hand. These failed students were taken by the disciples of Jian Shuzong for healing.

　　 The remaining students continued to move forward, staggering, not as hearty as they had imagined.

　　 As time goes by, one student after another palely withdraws from the tunnel, with regret and unwillingness on their faces.

　　 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 did not travel more than 400 meters in the corridor.

　　 Sword Shuzong's outer sect disciples are eligible to enter the inner sect after stepping 800 meters.

　　 In other words... the best performers in this first batch only reached half of the passing line.

　　 "The second batch is ready."

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

　　 Soon, after Jianhen, the second batch of students gathered. Among this batch, there was an acquaintance of Fang Lang, who was Song Qingyun who lived in the Beijiang Academy next door.

　　 With an order, the students filed in. The first batch of students tested the waters, and the second batch of students played steadily, and was not eliminated from the beginning.

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

　　 This reality is so cruel that it poured a pot of cold water on the students who were eager to try.

　　 The third batch!

　　There is still Fang Lang’s acquaintance, Lin Yun of Donglu Academy!

　　 Lin Yun carried the iron sword on his back, his eyes were cold, and he suddenly swept over, glanced at Fang Lang in the crowd, and then strode into the corridor.

　　 Lin Yun, as a disciple of Donglu Sword Master, his performance is indeed much better than other students!

　　 He is like an unsheathed sword, piercing all obstacles and moving fast in the tunnel!

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

　　 Lin Yun set a record in an instant.

　　 However, his pace has not stopped, and he continues to move forward. Amid the uproar of the surrounding students, Lin Yun stepped across the 800-meter line, and his speed finally slowed down.

　　 And this slowness seems to be a violent vent, and it becomes extremely difficult to move forward.

　　 Finally, when he reached the position of eight hundred and seventy-nine meters, Lin Yun walked out pale.

　　 But, at eight hundred and seventy-nine meters, this result, even if it was the old sword repairman, he took a high look.

　　 Lin Yun walked out of the tunnel sweating profusely, and raised his chin toward Fang Lang provocatively.

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

　　 Fang Lang was stunned, and suddenly remembered something, his face could not help but a pity appeared.

　　 failed to walk the corridor with old ginger, and missed the possibility of triggering deep spiritual exchanges.

　　 However, Fang Lang is also a little curious, where is the limit of Ginger?

　　 Team battle, because of Fang Lang's sake, Jiang Linglong did not break out of the limit, so Fang Lang was very curious.

　　 Sword Scar Old Jianxiu glanced at Jiang Linglong. Jiang Linglong, wearing a veil, was a bit maverick among many students.

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

　　 Jiang Linglong drew out his saber Ji Xue for the first time, and the sword at the end of the tunnel struck the sword intent, and Jiang Linglong's sword reached the ground with a crisp sound.

　　In an instant, the sword intent hit Jiang Linglong's side and circumvented like flowing water.

　　 Jiang Linglong strolled forward in a leisurely courtyard.

　　 100 meters away, the tip of the sword hit the ground again.

　　 Every 100 meters, the tip of the sword taps once on the ground of the tunnel, cutting the sword intent and moving forward.

　　 The students around have failed one after another, but Jiang Linglong is like a lonely boat breaking through the waves in the vast sea of ​​leaves, moving forward precariously.

　　 Compared to Lin Yun, she is more relaxed and freehand, even if she is against sword intent, she is full of poetic beauty.

　　 However, when stepping 800 meters ~www.ltnovel.com~ Jiang Linglong's sword tip becomes more and more difficult.

"Ding!"

　　 Ji Xuejian tapped on the ground in the corridor, with a clear sound reverberating.

　　 Jianyi was diverted again.

　　 Jiang Linglong moved the lotus lightly, in the corridor, and continued on.

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

　　 In the last 100 meters, Jiang Linglong would tap Ji Xuejian once every ten meters.

　　 With every tap, her blue silk flies, and her body trembles violently.

　　 She... is almost reaching her limit.

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

　　 hum!

　　 Ji Xuejian's sword bounced back.

　　 Jiang Linglong's body trembled, and he stepped back seven or eight steps in a row. On the white veil, a ray of redness slowly fainted.

　　 920 meters.

　　 Lao Jiang’s final result.

　　 Her achievement has already shocked all the students, even the disciples of Jianshu Sect, they are also a bit shocked.

　　 However, Jiang Linglong's eyes were full of gloom, as if the stars in the sky were all extinguished overnight.

　　 She still couldn't touch the Lotus Sword after all.

　　 Jiang Linglong withdrew from the corridor, feeling down.

　　 "The fifth batch is ready!"

　　 And Fang Lang was ready to comfort him, Scar Old Jianxiu let out a stern shout.

　　 Fang Lang helplessly walked towards the position of the sword mark.

　　 and behind Fang Lang.

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

　　Why in my heart... always feel weird?

　　 Could it be that you lie down to win and lay down your intuition?

　　 But...

　　This kind of personal warfare... why do you let me lie down? !

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