Standing in the center of the sword array, Qin Lie dexterously shuttled among the puppets, and just as the three puppets around him were about to close in, Qin Lie took a few steps back. Then he suddenly exerted his strength, counterattacked at high speed, and with just one sword, he completely penetrated the necks of the two wooden people who could not react!

The sword light slashed, and the two puppets on the left and right were instantly lightly cut off, and then stepped on the kun position, and the sword body collided with another sword on the side, causing countless sparks. The unstoppable sword strength made Qin Lie immediately take a step back. Stumbling under his feet, he almost fell.

No matter the strength or angle of Qin Lie's slash, it could make the wooden man with a hard body sound with a crisp sound, but the wooden man brought him the power to rebound. With just one sword, he couldn't bear it.

However, the sharp gaze in Qin Lie's eyes, the sword momentum in his hand did not decrease at all, but it became sharper.

"Outer Rotation Sword! Break it for me!" The fish intestine sword in Qin Lie's hand slashed out a sword ring diagonally, bursting out with a soft force, and skillfully moving the puppet's sword momentum to the side. Then the cyan sword shadow, as if it was a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, suddenly stabbed through this sword puppet completely!

When Qin Lie looked around again, he saw that there was no puppet standing on the Ming Sword Platform, only stumps and broken arms, and it was a mess. The ground was full of broken wood, and in the sword array, eighteen sword puppets were gone.

After another half an hour, Qin Lie withdrew from that surging state of mind, and his consciousness gradually became clear.

Then I saw Liang Miaozi on the stage, as well as Ming Jian under the stage, countless pairs of eyes looked over. Disbelief, amazement and jealousy, to name a few.

Qin Lie was stunned again, and the next moment, he was cold.

"Three hundred and forty-three breaths, this is the sword formation of the Lingyun Sect?

In just a few words, the disciples of the Lingyun Sect below were all slightly angry. But after only a moment, there was a burst of silence.

Break the formation within a hundred breaths, and when you have three hundred and forty-three breaths, you will smash these eighteen sword puppets that are already good in their own combat power, one by one.

Such a character is indeed qualified, and he says, 'That's it's just that'-

Except for the surprisingly handsome young man on the Ming Sword Stage, no one else has this qualification.

In the minds of many people, they even thought that the set of sword formations left by Lingyun Patriarch was simply embarrassing the heroes of the world. There is no one in the world who can break this formation without internal rest.

However, today, I watched this miracle with my own eyes.

Some people who know the cause and effect are blushing. can only be dumb, unable to say half a word of rebuttal.

Zhou Ji, who was standing in Liang Miaozi, sighed even more secretly. My own uncle really went too far, and it was so humiliating, no wonder people would say this.

The Fish Intestine Wind Sword in Qin Lie's hand had already rolled up its blade, and there was a slight crack at the spine of the sword, so it was simply thrown and inserted in the center of this Ming Sword Platform. Then I looked to the left, the stone platform of the same size.

Without much hesitation, he walked down from the Ming Sword Platform and walked directly to the opposite side.

When pacing, I didn't see any domineering. But those Lingyun Sect disciples and many teenagers subconsciously stood on both sides, making way for a way, and Ren Qin Lie walked to the Rune Tower.

"Rune Pavilion, why does he want to go to this Rune Pavilion?"

"Could it be that after breaking the sword formation, he still has to be delusional and copy the twelve mysterious immortal talismans?"

"The puppet sword formation is a test of martial arts talent. The twelve stone tablets on the rune platform on this day are all rune masters' methods. Both the original spirit and the drawing talisman need to be extremely talented, so they can be copied, and both are indispensable. In the past 10,000 years, there has been no one who can copy even one of them-"

"I once heard my master say that I want to copy the twelve immortal talismans left by my ancestor. It is necessary to have a pure soul and at least a good calligraphy to have some possibility. Where is the powerhouse of the Tongtian Realm before the Yu You, who can do it?"

"Three hundred and forty-three breaths break the formation, this person's sword path is really terrifyingly strong. I don't believe in his talismans, it's so beautiful!"

Seeing Qin Lie climb the stairs step by step and step onto the stone platform on the left, there was a lot of discussion in the crowd.

Looking at the young man's gaze, it was extremely complicated for a while. But no one dares to say a word before the result is clear.

Everyone looked at each other.

Qin Lie's Fu Dao, what kind of level it is, they really don't know.

Just when the people in the audience were thinking about it, Qin Lie had already stood in front of the first stone tablet.

The stele is three feet high, except that the front is flattened, and no decoration has been made. The whole body looks like stone, but in fact, it is all raw gold ore mined from the endless abyss.

Legend has it that in this world, where there is Xuanjin, there are evil spirits. It is also one of the best materials for spiritual masters to write talismans.

- The whole body is gold, otherwise, it is not enough to carry this talisman and inherit it for hundreds of millions of years.

And the first rune in these twelve stone tablets is 'Qian'!

In fact, every stroke, every stroke is like a silver hook and a tail, wandering in the clouds and frightening the dragon. It is like a phoenix dance, angry and stone. Majestic and heavy, majestic, and light.

No matter the structure and strokes, it is impossible to see that it is a 'dry' word, but in Qin Lie's consciousness, he knows that this is a real 'dry'.

In other words, in the eyes of ordinary people, the ghost-like thing in front of him should be this word, the original appearance.

I don't know when, that Lin Fei also came behind him. His eyes flickered, and he looked at Qin Lie: "The rules here are also the same as those on the Ming Sword Platform." You must not use any soul power, nor do you use the help of spiritual treasures, and you will bear the consequences. In 10,000 years, there were a total of 46,044 people who copied the Twelve Immortal Fu, and nearly half of them died due to the Immortal Fu!

The old man's expression was also extremely complicated, only from the words that this slender young man said. It can already be seen that this child has completely died, and he bowed to the door.

Breaking through the sword formation was just a counterattack to the Lingyun Sect.

Squinting at it, Liang Miaozi over there shook his head secretly, wondering if he had been a little too much for his disciples over the years, but now, no matter how much he blamed himself, it would be useless.

Amazing talent, but turned away. After today, the Lingyun Sect is destined to be laughed at.

If it is this child, after breaking the sword array, he will copy out these twelve immortal talismans.

I'm afraid that this Spirit Sword Mountain will inevitably be another turmoil. Everyone in this place, including the first one, is inevitably blamed.

I couldn't help but have some thoughts that I shouldn't have, and I just hoped that the immortal talisman painted by the ancestor was really as rumored to be, and no one could paint it under the sky. It would be better if this son passed away. It's just that this thought came to mind, which made Liang Miaozi feel extremely ashamed for a while.

Lin Fei's words, Qin Lie did not pay attention. When he stood in front of this stone monument, he was already in a clear state of mind, peeling away all the chaotic thoughts.

Immortal runes are passed through the gods, and the gods are hand-painted. Any distractions that should not appear are no different from seeking death, and they are also a humiliation to the owner of this stone tablet.

Biting the index finger of his right hand open, and pointed at the beginning of this 'dry' character, next to Qin Lie's ears, there was a loud bang in an instant.

A wave of strong thoughts rushed into his mind. It is left by the person who painted the talisman, and the history has not faded for thousands of years.

Resonate with his spirit, take his consciousness, and enter a vast world. It's an endless sky, and you can swim freely. In it, there is water, wind, fire, and thunder. There are grains of dust and sand, and there are all kinds of creatures that also float in the air.

Qin Lie's eyes flashed slightly, these twelve immortal talismans, when he was in his previous life, it also took a year. Three hundred and sixty-five days, a total of three thousand two hundred and twenty-seven times.

It's just that he has never experienced such an experience. Just in an instant, his understanding of this 'dry' character has reached an extreme.

The index finger moves to the right, moving with those notches. Then I felt countless vortices of spiritual energy, creating around me. A strange force, either pulling or repulsing, wanted to make his fingers deviate from the side.

Smiling slightly, Qin Lie didn't show any panic, or let it be, or forcibly walked, or borrowed his strength. On this stone stele, a bend, unsightly blood mark like an earthworm was drawn. But from beginning to end, those nicks have never been deviated.

Every stroke is serious, and there is no stagnation. It wasn't until the bottom, the last stroke, that an inexplicable force blocked the way.

At this time, everyone in the stage of the immortal talisman held their breath. Knowing that this copying has reached the most critical time. This one, success is life, defeat is death.

They all stared intently, not daring to deviate for a moment. In order to successfully copy the immortal talisman, it is necessary to understand the true meaning of the talisman.

The words of the world can express the avenue of the world. And all the talismans are the unity of the Tao.

It can really be described as a slight back, and there is no death!

This young man named Qin Lie, from Yunlan City, can he do it?

The next moment, I saw a smile on Qin Lie's face.

It was full of joy after hearing the sermon, a smile without any impurities. And Liang Miaozi's pupils also constricted into a needle at this moment.

"Dry is the sky, the heaven is clear! The supreme rise of the sun is the sky!"

A diagonal stroke, this stroke is still crooked, but invincible, breaking the unknown resistance cleanly.

When the blood talisman is achieved, a clear breath of air between heaven and earth immediately comes to it. The spiritual energy in this place has also increased a hundredfold in an instant.

And this rune lord also 'hissed' at the same time, all of which were gasps.

Qin Lie only felt that his body seemed to have no weight. There was even a warm flow into his body, but he did not rush to the dantian, but entered his soul sea.

Still in no mood to pay attention, Qin Lie's gaze directly tilted to the other side, the second stone tablet, the 'Kun' character Tianfu.

"Kun is the earth! The earth is turbid, and the yin is not under the ground!"

At the foot of Lingjian Mountain, a sudden torrential rain poured. The dark clouds pressed down all over the place, and the thunder flickered, and every now and then the whole sky was lit up.

Not far from the mountain gate of Lingjian Mountain, two figures were looking at the top of the mountain.

"It's been more than half an hour, why hasn't you come down yet? The one on the mountain, did he really agree?"

The man who spoke was a young man. The face is handsome, and at this moment, there is a little doubt in his expression.

The one next to him was a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a yellowish complexion. After hearing this, he immediately chuckled: "Young Sect Master Xie Ling doesn't need to worry, that Liang Miaozi's predecessor is the hall master of Jiying East Palace, and he has a relationship with the little saint king's master." Since he agreed, he must be 90% sure to stop it. A Nine Yin Snow Lotus is enough to make him do his best!"

Xie Ling was not reassured, but his eyebrows furrowed slightly: "I naturally know this, but Qin Lie's talent for martial arts is excellent." The entry assessment of the Lingyun Sect, I'm afraid that most of it will not be difficult for him, I'm worried-"

"Young Sect Master, this is the way of life in the Great Sect!"

Liu Changqing sneered directly, full of disdain: "The more big sects like Lingyun Sect, the more filthy they are. Even if he passes the assessment, Qin Lie has offended our Xuantian Sect, and with this article, he can already make the one on the mountain have enough excuses to keep him out. Unless this son can break the 'sword array' on the Ming Sword Platform, or copy out the twelve 'immortal talismans' left by the Lingyun Patriarch!"

Xie Ling was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head with a smile: "No one can break the Lingyun Sect's sword array, and as for the twelve 'immortal runes', no one has been able to successfully copy them so far. Not to mention him, even those geniuses who were included in the inner gate of the Lingyun Sect today, there was definitely no one who could do it. Not to mention Qin Lie. It's just that this is the first errand that Brother Zongshi gave me to do, and Zongling really doesn't want to make any mistakes. ”

As he spoke, Xie Ling raised his head again, looked at the halfway up the mountainside, and muttered: "Yin Jiuyou is my good brother, this time he was seriously injured by Qin Lie, a little bastard, I must not let him feel better, I can teach him a lesson, and step on a few feet, which can be regarded as avenging him." ”

Liu Changqing couldn't help but be embarrassed, hesitated for a while, and finally shook his head slightly: "Qin Lie, this kid has offended Xuantian Sect, he really has no self-knowledge. I can't blame others for what is happening today—"

Looking at Xie Ling's line of sight again, Liu Changqing's face also showed a little surprise.

I don't know what's going on here. This time has indeed been delayed long enough.

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Halfway up the mountain, the Dao Palace was already empty. All the inner and outer disciples, even those fire workers and Dao boys, also gathered under the Heavenly Fu Stage.

Most people's expressions are cloudy, shocked, unbelieving, annoyed, or envious. But without exception, the sight was cast on the figure above the stone, not daring to leave the slightest bit.

"It's already the ninth character, the 'earth' character. The rest of the immortal talismans are most likely difficult for him-"

"Twelve immortal talismans, Qiankun Yin and Yang, Jinmu, Water, Fire, Earth, Xun, Thunder, Luck, among them, the four characters of Qiankun Yin and Yang are the most difficult to draw. This son didn't start from the easiest, but picked the most difficult Qiankun two runes, and the back was naturally overwhelming. ”

"I really didn't expect that there are really people in this world who can copy these heavenly talismans without any soul thoughts!

"It's too early to say! Although the word Qiankun is the most difficult, but the last word is even more victorious! This talisman is true and unpredictable, this person can draw the first eleven heavenly talismans, but he may not be able to draw this talisman!"

In the crowd, Xi Mengyao's ice eyes flashed, looking at Qin Lie on the stage fixedly, and he was also sighing: "The twelve immortal talismans have been copied from the ninth." Qingmang, what do you think I should do? This Qin Lie, the more I look at it, the more I like it, and I can't let it go——"

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