"Roar."

The wild wolf roared, his eyes shot out a cold light, and he suddenly rushed towards Jing Qing.

Jing Qing watched the wild wolf rush in front of him, slashed away with a sword, and the sword qi attached to the blade instantly split the wild wolf into two.

The wolf's claws scratched, Jing Qing felt a pain on his body, kicked hard, and flew out upside down with his strength, avoiding the second claw of the wild wolf.

The wild wolf that was split in two was not harmed at all, but absorbed the mist and turned into two heads, kicking the ground with both legs, and killing Jingqing from both directions.

"What's going on, can't you kill them at all?"

Jing Qing dodged the attack of the wild wolf, and it was another sword, this time the wild wolf became three-headed, which was even more difficult.

"Roar."

The wild wolf pounced again, and this time Jing Qing did not attack, but tried his best to dodge.

The ghostly figure, running quickly in the field within a radius of fifty meters, dodging the wild wolves, occasionally shooting back, did not dare to hit hard, only leaving a shallow wound.

This kind of Cheng Dù's injury was quickly replenished by the mist, and the wild wolf was still in good spirits and could not play a role at all.

The strength of the three wild wolves was not strong, but when he couldn't find a way to kill it, Jing Qing was powerless to resist them and could only dodge.

"What should I do?"

"If I can't find a way to continue, I'll definitely be consumed."

Another sword pierced the claws of the wild wolf, and while Jing Qing dodged, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and suddenly thought of a possibility.

Without hesitation, Jing Qing flashed in front of a wild wolf, operating his spiritual power according to the sword technique, and condensing the sword qi.

The sword qi changed subtly, and Jing Qing attached it to the fog sword and slashed at the wolf's head.

This time the wolf did not come back to life, and the remnants of its body turned into mist and drifted away.

"Sure enough, if you want to kill these wild wolves, you must use the sword technique of this Heavenly Ladder Professor, and the rest of the methods will not work."

"The assessment of Tianmen is not only about learning the tricks, but also about using them in actual combat."

"To enter the Heavenly Gate, there are strict requirements for talent and understanding, and even actual combat talent, no wonder Tianmen can prosper for a long time and enjoy such a great reputation."

A cold glint flashed in Jing Qing's eyes, and the sword body was placed horizontally, slapping horizontally towards a wild wolf that flew over.

"Smack!"

The wild wolf rolled in mid-air, and Jing Qing stabbed out with a diagonal sword, hitting it in the abdomen.

Drawing his sword, he swung his backhand behind him, the sword body shook, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight again.

The sword light formed a straight line that pierced the forehead of the last wild wolf.

The two mist and the long sword steamed and disappeared, and a rotating ring appeared in front of Jing Qing's eyes, and the third sword technique poured into his mind.

Jingqing continued to comprehend.

"Such an old sword move, such a strong strength, you can practice a set of unfamiliar spells so quickly to such an extent, the fog beast is not an opponent at all."

"Perhaps, this time there will be another elite disciple who can enter the inner door, tsk, it's enviable."

The battle is over.

The invigilator's eyes widened, his eyes changed, and he remembered his former self, under the claws of the fog beast, he had no power to fight back, and finally tried his best, but he only barely passed.

How can there be such a person in front of him, who is so lightweight.

In the jade slip, Jing Qing's avatar was moved to a separate area.

There is an introductory assessment test once every 30 years, and the introductory monks basically have it every year, but for tens of thousands of years, it can be regarded as an elite.

Handful.

In fact, the number of disciples who can join the Heavenly Gate is not quite large, there are tens of thousands.

The heirs of the monks in the Heavenly Gate are disciples of the Heavenly Gate as soon as they are born, but most of them have entered the outer gate, entered the arduous cultivation, and after building the foundation, they are still in the outer gate.

Entering the inner gate, for ordinary monks, is simply a fantasy, and only the real elite, the future mainstay of the sect, have that qualification.

In fact, this invigilator disciple, who has joined the Heavenly Gate for nearly a hundred years, is only a foundation-building disciple of the outer gate.

"This person's conduct should be carefully recorded for the reference of the head of the prison."

Of course, the invigilator disciple of Tianmen called another person to replace his own invigilator duties.

He, on the other hand, dived into the ladder and observed quietly.

……

Time passed bit by bit, Jing Qing moved forward bravely, and he had already mastered most of the entire sword technique.

Following the endless path of the Buddha of unknown length, Jingqing came to a larger open space.

The mist turned into a sword again, and another beast quickly took shape.

It's a tiger.

It is five meters high, the tiger claws are as big as a compass, and a thick tail flicks behind him, snapping, like an iron whip, full of might, not comparable to the fog wolf beast he killed before.

"It seems that this time, there will be a little trouble."

Facing the giant beast, Jing Qing did not pose as if he was facing a great enemy, but the tip of the sword rose slightly.

He had been on the ladder for a long time, and he didn't know how many hard battles he had experienced, how many fierce atomized beasts he had killed, and a kind of self-confidence that came from his bones had already been established.

This tiger, at best, is only stronger than the previous one, and its strength has not changed qualitatively.

The tiger took shape, roared angrily, stretched out its sharp tiger claws, turned into a black shadow, and pounced towards Jing Qing.

Although its body is huge, it is not bulky, and there is an open space the size of a basketball court, which is only two or three jumps away for it.

"Sword Qi."

A cold light flashed between Jing Qing's eyes, and his body suddenly took a step back, avoiding the sharp claws of the fierce tiger, and the long sword in his hand stimulated a sword qi that was three inches long, slashing towards the tiger's head.

The tiger turned into fog looked thin, but in fact, the defense was very strong, and there was nothing important, Jing Qing's sword qi only cut into five or six inches, and he had to stop helplessly.

"This tiger's defense is better than the atomized boar that he killed before."

"However, you don't have intelligence, so you can't beat me."

Jing Qing avoided the tiger's slaughter again, and swung out another sword, piercing into the same place without any difference, this time, the sword blade advanced a few inches, almost piercing half of the tiger's head.

However, it is still ineffective, and if you want to kill these atomized beasts, you must completely destroy their vital parts.

Quietly pulling out the long sword that was deep in the tiger's head, Jing Qing's left hand condensed the aura, injected into the ring on his finger, and a sword qi carried an unpredictable aura, facing the tail whip swung by the tiger head-on.

Syllable!

Jing Qing flew sideways and didn't stop until he hit the wall-like mist.

The tiger was also uncomfortable, its hard tail was blown into powder, and no matter how the mist replenished, it could not be restored to its original state, because the sword qi was entangled in it, and it was difficult to drive it away.

After several years of practice, Jing Qing found that this strange ring from the Sword Forest Sect was able to absorb a large amount of sword qi and burst them out in an instant, which was quite powerful.

So the name of the ring, the explosion ring.

Hit hard, the tiger roared in anger, and a large amount of mist condensed into a cone on the head, shooting towards Jing Qing, and then rushed fiercely.

"Fog Arrows."

Jing Qing swung out a sword, hitting the mist arrow, splitting it into two pieces, and at the same time, the long sword was also broken into two.

At this time, the tiger's sharp teeth were not far from Jingqing.

The atomized longsword also did not have time to recover from the fog.

It seems that this time, Jing Qing can only try to dodge, or resist the impact of the tiger.

"Sword of Air!"

Jing Qing raised his hand to interrupt the sword, and the sword qi burst out, spreading inch by inch from the broken sword body, the sword qi was staggered and distorted, and it actually faintly shaped the appearance of the sword blade.

Then, out of the sword.

A straight stab, a simple straight stab, but it formed a perfect straight line, inserting into the wound on the tiger's forehead and directly penetrating the skull.

Bang bang bang!

The tiger turned into a mist and dispersed, and Jing Qing reappeared on the ladder.