"The deity is only demonstrated three times, you feel it carefully, you don't have to be limited to moves, what you can comprehend, what you can comprehend, how much you can comprehend, how much."

It was still the battlefield that had just been stained with blood, and there was a faint air of scorn in the air. The cold moonlight fell coldly, and the bleak west wind blew the withered grass in the sky. The white-clothed man Liu Liang stood with his sword in his hand, and the cold and lonely moonlight seemed to be integrated with this day and the earth.

The sword momentum unfolded slowly, but it was the simplest horizontal slash, vertical slash, oblique slash, and straight stab, without gorgeous and amazing sword intent, no complicated sword formation, just the simplest and most basic swordsmanship. But if you look closely, it seems to be different, the sword momentum is circulating, round and traceless, natural, and there is a strange rhythm.

What happens if you have an opponent by your side? Qingyue imagined how she would respond if she was the opponent of the man in white. When I looked closely, I was shocked into a cold sweat. If there is an opponent who is herself, no matter how she shoots, then every sword is just pointing at her vital point, not more than an inch, not too much in an inch. The precision of this force, the calculation is only ingenious, and it is frightening.

Ye Qingyue had such a sentence in his mind: Dayin Xisheng, the road is simple.

"Second time!" The white-clothed man Liu Liang nodded invisibly and said in a deep voice.

This time, the speed of the sword technique increased significantly, and the sword momentum was also very different. That swordsmanship. It seems that there is no law at all, and once the sword is out, no one knows how the next sword will change. Sometimes, it's unbelievable, but it's natural. The swordsmanship is incomparably fast, and with Qingyue's eyesight, many times he can only see phantoms fluttering around, like an unpredictable wind.

Water has no fixed potential, and there is no definite law.

"For the third time!"

The swordsmanship is sometimes stagnant like a mountain, sometimes it is as agile as water, and every sword comes out, there is a silent momentum that envelops this field. With a sword slash, the grass and trees hung low, the galaxy was shattered, and the clear moonlight seemed to be annihilated in the cold sword qi.

This is kendo, right? Ye Qingyue only felt that her mind was attracted by the sword qi, and she couldn't help herself for a while.

The man in white put away the sword, Ye Qingyue hadn't come back to his senses, he took out the Aoki sword in a daze, and the swordsmanship of memory naturally flowed on the tip of the sword, and a sword slashed, the sword light was cold, and the fine petals fell like rain. When it was about to reach the ground, it was suddenly lifted by the slight wind, whirling and fluttering, like a light pink silk, fluttering lightly in the moonlight like water.

The water is invisible, and the wind is invisible. This is the third layer of Xiaoxiang swordsmanship, the sword intent of the wind.

By the time Ye Qingyue came to her senses, it was already ten days later.

"Lord Fence, what are you going to do with the sacrifice ceremony?" Ye Qingyue asked.

The man in white said: "The sacrificial ceremony of the clan is held once every thirty years and is held at the altar. There are a large number of unconfessed divine weapons in the altar, and you can do what you can to see if you can get their approval. Yue'er, your goal is this sword--- Tianwen. ”

"Huh? But isn't this the sword of Lord Fence? Ye Qingyue was taken aback.

The man in white said: "It used to be! You can only go back if you get the recognition of this sword. ”

Ye Qingyue was startled, every time she wanted to recall the memories of the past, she felt a pain in her brain: "Go back?" Where to go back? ”

The man in white pointed at Ye Qingyue's eyebrows, and she suddenly felt that her mind was clear: "If you can't think about it, don't think about it, it's to go back to where you came from!" ”

Ye Qingyue closely followed the footsteps of the man in white: "The younger generation doesn't understand!" ”

"Everything you see here is just a projection of the divine consciousness left by the deity. The only way to get out of here is to get the recognition of this sword. Otherwise, you'll have to wait until the next decade, when the Trials Land opens again, before you have a chance to leave. ”

Ye Qingyue still wanted to ask again, the altar had arrived.

Beneath the white altar is a sky-blue temple. Around the main hall, light gray weapon racks stood against the wall. At this time, in the main hall, at the top of the place, there were several clan elders, and the snow-haired man known as the patriarch that day was also among them. At the next place, there were many excited young disciples.

Lord Fence walked in slowly, and everyone got up to say hello and salute. Ye Qingyue walked down and stood with the group of young disciples with excitement and admiration on their faces.

"What's your name? How come I haven't seen you before? A young man in blue next to her asked. He was about the same height as Ye Qingyue, and he was very depressed as he watched the people in front of him who were taller than him blocking his vision layer by layer.

"My name is Yue'er, I was brought here by Lord Fence, I don't remember the past, Lord Fence said, I am his junior." Ye Qingyue was ignorant.

The little boy in blue stared at Ye Qingyue with a ghostly expression, as if he was looking at an amazing monster: "The junior of Lord Li? No wonder I've never seen you, my name is Liu Fushu, and I came to the Flying Immortal Fan from time to time. What are you here for? ”

"Well, it's a sword--- Tianwen Sword!" Ye Qingyue hesitated. She never understood what Lord Fence said before.

"What! Lady Fence is about to soar! The little boy in blue said with admiration and surprise.

"Ascension? What's going on here? Ye Qingyue asked.

"Don't you know? When the monks of this realm ascend, the magic weapons and pills on their bodies reach the upper realm, and they are basically useless things, so the monks who are about to ascend, in addition to the magic weapons used to resist the thunder tribulation, usually arrange their other things before ascending, especially the natal magic weapons. Therefore, the master of the fence is so anxious to find a master for Tianwen Sword! That sword is said to be inherited only by the blood of my clan, but you have inherited the Heavenly Soul Flame? ”

Ye Qingyue's palms closed, and a little ice blue spark flew out: "Heavenly Soul Flame? Is it it? ”

"Yes, that's it. No wonder Tsumi-sama brought you here. ”

At this time, the patriarch began to speak, probably asking each disciple to draw lots first, walk into the martial arts platform raised in the middle of the main hall in order, and perform a good exercise to see if he could win the approval of any divine soldier.

Ye Qingyue nodded secretly, this is a peaceful and safe way.

Ye Qingyue's lottery was the eleventh. In the crowd, it is considered a high position.

The first to take the stage was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl with long snow-colored hair, long dragging to her knees, and holding a quaint lyre in her hand.

Sit down, smoke incense, and then start stroking the piano on stage.

The sound of the piano is melodious and ethereal, like a fairy rhyme. Before the song was finished, a vermilion phoenix head long qin floated in front of her.

The white-haired girl's heart was overjoyed, her fingertips trembled slightly, and she played the wrong string. The phoenix shouqin actually twisted his body and flew away lightly.

"Alas! It's a pity, that's the Moon Phoenix Qin! It almost worked. The little man in blue sighed.

The patriarch also sighed and comforted: "It's okay, you still have a chance, next!" ”

This is a male cultivator in his twenties, also with white hair, elegant facial features, and a bookish air all around him. After he walked on the stage, he actually sat directly on the ground, took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the storage bag one by one, and painted on the spot.