Xu Longzheng, the "Sword Saint Young Candidate" of the Daluo Holy Sect, did not have half a minute of stage fright because of his appearance, walked out of the crowd step by step, and arrived at the edge of the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool, patted the hilt of the sword, held the sword in his hand, looked back at the monks of each sect, the big bag on his head was like a single horn, his bald hair shook slightly, and said:

"In Xia Xu Longzheng, from the Great Luo Holy Sect, this sword is called the Stainless Steel Sword, weighing one thousand and seven pounds, three feet and four and a half inches long, I will use this sword to cut out the strongest blow in my life!"

There were no ups and downs in his tone, but he was invisibly full of arrogance.

After speaking, regardless of the reaction of others, he looked back at Long Tan, his body arched slightly, and his feet bounced into the air, bursting out with an unparalleled momentum.

He has already reached the Yuan Dan Initial Realm of cultivation!

"Canglang—"

The sword is out of the sheath, the essence of light flickering, such as the great work of opening the river, crossing an arc, slashing towards the Ten Thousand Swords Dragon Pool, the strong meaning of "anger" can be felt far away.

"Boom ......"

The sword qi phantom suddenly appeared, and it was densely packed in an instant, making people dizzying, obviously more than three thousand.

Immediately, the pool water stirred up ten zhang high, and the dragon roared, as if it was in the ears.

"This ......"

The elders and disciples of the various sects couldn't help but get up one after another.

If you are not afraid of bad goods, you are afraid of comparing goods.

Whether it is the sword qi phantom, or the pond water, or the dragon yin, they are far beyond the sword trial disciples in front!

Although it is difficult to say that you will definitely be better than others in terms of kendo alone, you will definitely surpass others in the future with kendo achievements!

Luan Ping smiled, with a reserved expression on his face.

A group of disciples from various sects who were interviewing the sword couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Da Luo Holy Sect has found a good seedling!" Bai Chunsan said with emotion.

"This kendo is indeed amazing!" Xu Wuqi narrowed his eyes.

"This comparison is really extraordinary!"

People from other sects couldn't help but praise one after another, but more people looked at Kutan and wanted to hear the comments of Kutan's predecessors.

There was no expression on the face of the withered Tan Daoist, but he bowed his head lightly: "Three thousand six hundred and seventy-seven ancient sword qi phantoms appeared, and the sword intent of anger comprehended eightfold!

Gone!

The praise is very light, and there is very little to say.

It is very incomprehensible that such a person who is far beyond the disciples of the previous time has not received the praise he imagined, and of course, no one will ask out loud.

Elder Luanping's face froze slightly, then he shook his head and said loudly: "That's it, all sects might as well make a move, my big Luo can afford it, and I can afford to lose!"

"Elder Luan cares so much about winning or losing, isn't he inferior!" Elder Xu Wuqi of Luoxia Valley sneered, and then said, "Jiang Xiaofei, take out the sword!"

"Disciple Honorable Order!"

Among the disciples of Luoxia Valley, a young man walked out, not tall, with a big belly, small short legs, a somewhat pointed head, and squinted eyes, but as he walked, a stream of sword qi surrounded him, forming a small "wind whirlwind" around him.

This momentum alone is not weaker than Xu Longzheng.

It's just that he didn't have Xu Longzheng's state of mind, but his eyes were evasive, his hands trembled slightly, and he was obviously a little nervous.

The monks of the various sects couldn't help but look at it intently.

I saw that this Jiang Xiaofei also turned his head and saluted with a sword: "The sword is three feet two long and weighs one thousand nine hundred and eighty-five pounds!"

Without introducing his name or going into too much detail, he jumped up and slashed out a sword.

"Whoa—"

The sword is vast and restrained.

"Boom ......"

More than 3,000 sword qi phantoms also appeared, and the water splashed in the dragon pool, jumping more than ten zhang high, and the dragon roared back and forth, shocking people's hearts.

Whether it is the sword qi phantom or the dragon yin, it is not weaker than Xu Longzheng.

The people who watched the sword from all directions looked at the withered sandalwood Taoist in unison.

Kutan was silent for a moment, and said indifferently: "The ancient sword qi is three thousand five hundred and eighty-three, and the sword intent of abomination is eightfold!"

Just a short comment.

However, the result was very clear, although it was similar to the sword intent that Xu Longzheng comprehended, the sword qi phantom that was summoned was more than a hundred less, and it had already fallen behind.

The monks of all sects couldn't help but look at each other.

That Jiang Xiaofei's face turned pale, and he silently walked back to the Xiagu camp.

Elder Xu Wuqi's face was cloudy: "This son's sword path really surpasses Xu Longzheng, but it is indeed in a bad mood and out of level!"

Luan Ping laughed heartily: "Hahaha, you and I know it!"

"It's so easy to get carried away, it's been a hundred years of cultivation!" Why didn't the elder of the Qingshan Sect say lightly without pain, and turned around and said, "Wu Zhi, you go!"

"Yes!"

The "Sword Saint Reincarnated Boy" player of the Qingshan Sect has an even more amazing appearance, skinny as wood, with a pockmarked face and a bulge in the center of his eyebrows, like a third eye.

But although there was no sword qi around his body, the sword roared constantly, and it seemed that there were countless invisible swords surrounding him, which was deeper than the two before.

Then he saluted, turned around and slashed a sword.

The sword aura was vast and majestic, and the people watching the sword around looked a little shocked.

"Boom ......"

The ancient sword qi phantom was densely packed, and the dragon chant broke through the water, and the water splashed high, as if it was raining.

The withered sandalwood Dao man still had the same expression, and commented lightly: "There are three thousand six hundred ancient sword qi phantoms, the first of the nine lower sword intents, and the hidden sword intent comprehension eightfold!"

Luan Ping still had a smile on his face.

Why not be silent.

The thousands of people in the audience couldn't help but feel some strange regrets, they were just dozens of sword shadows, and they still lost to Xu Longzheng!

Next is the appearance of the "Reincarnated Disciple of the Sword Saint" of the Eastern Imperial Palace.

This man is a hunchbacked young man, but he is not really hunchbacked, but his back is back, and he oppresses his waist, but he does not lose his momentum because of this, but is extremely fierce.

A sword slashed out, the ancient sword qi phantom surrounded the air, the dragon roared, and the pool of water stirred.

The tone of the withered Tan Daoist was even more flat: "Summoning the Ancient Sword Qi Illusory Shadow 3,500 Dao, the Nine Dao Evil Sword Intent is Sevenfold, Good at Killing, but Losing Justice!"

This is boastful and flattened!

The sword monks of the various sects couldn't help whispering.

Gu Taiqing, the elder of the Eastern Imperial Palace, opened his mouth, and when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed again.

"Hehe, they are all good seedlings!"

The smile on Elder Luanping's face never disappeared, although he praised the disciples of various sects on the surface, the pride in his heart could be seen by anyone.

And he doesn't care at all, after practicing for hundreds of years, his relatives and friends are long gone, and he doesn't have the talent to continue to spy on immortals, so what is it to fight for face?

What's more, this kind of first appearance, the pleasure that three sects in a row can't surpass, outsiders can't experience!

Now there are only the "Tongtian Temple" with a very weak sense of existence, the Spirit Sword Sect of the Withered Tan Dao people, and the host Tianyuan Sect who can't make a move casually!

Tongtian Guanqing's long face was extremely kind, stroking three strands of long beard, and said to everyone slightly: "Zhuyu, the master disciple of all sects, Zhuyu is in front, I Tongtianguan didn't want to make jokes in vain, but today's sword test is also an elegant matter, it doesn't hurt to try, it has nothing to do with winning or losing, Xu has a stomach!"

"The disciple is here!"

Among the few disciples of Tongtian Temple, a young man walked out, and the sword monks of each sect couldn't help but be stunned when they saw it.