Qingcheng Sect Leader quietly looked at the young man in front of him.

He was able to escort Ying'er back, which was a great achievement, and he thought that if he had a good talent, he would be promoted to an elite disciple, but at this time, this person was a little exaggerated.

"You come and try, the city word is the first to break, if you can imitate me thirty percent, no, two percent, the old way even if you pass the test. ”

Yu Tong's dark eyelids suddenly rolled and said, "If you can't imitate it, then explain where you learned the Qingcheng swordsmanship." ”

Stealing the exercises is a big taboo.

And the leakage of the exercises is a major event of a sect.

Yu Tongyu's expression flashed with some fierceness.

Xia Ji closed his eyes and thought about it, and realized it slightly.

Hold a sword.

Pose Yu Tongyou's starting hand.

Suddenly, his body tensed and he opened his eyes.

The palms of the hands are repeated, and the swords are stacked.

Brush Brush Brush ...

One, two, three... Thirty-fold... Forty-fold...

Yu Tongyou: ...

He blinked, but saw that the forty folds had turned into fifty folds.

Xia Ji didn't rush forward, compared to Yu Tongyou's ferocity, he seemed to be walking more leisurely, just took a light step forward, and the sword in his hand also stabbed out.

This thorn, as if it was dozens of swords, or even a hundred swords, directly turned into a bright sword curtain.

The sword curtain came out, but it stopped suddenly.

Xia Ji swung his sword into the sheath, then calmly looked at the Qingcheng Sect Sect Leader, and asked, "Can it be imitated to two percent?"

Yu Tongyou: ...

He suddenly stammered a little as he spoke: "That... That one... Your name is Xia Wuji, right?"

Xia Ji nodded.

Yu Tongyou said: "I'll demonstrate all these ten styles, you... You see. ”

With that, he raised his sword.

The body is like a pine, but there is a hidden evil qi, which somewhat collides with the original quiet meaning of this swordsmanship, but it is even more powerful.

Ten broken city words!

If the first break at the beginning was the ten-fold sword shadow, then the ten breaks became a set of incomparable sword momentum, just the momentum was terrifying enough, as if the top of Qingcheng Mountain turned back into a surging waterfall every summer, carrying a power completely different from ordinary swordsmanship.

Yu Tong's body stopped.

Walking like the wind, quiet as pine, but this wind also has evil energy, and loose also has evil energy, and the end is less quiet.

No wonder he didn't choose his words, saying that he was going to slaughter the evil dart bureau in that town and pay for his son's blood debt!

No wonder I stayed away from Qingcheng Mountain and came to settle in this town, with a ghost in my heart.

The ten broken characters of the city have been rehearsed in an instant.

Yu Tongyou didn't speak, because he saw the young disciple close his eyes.

He was thinking, he was feeling.

But there was no doubt.

This reaction stunned him.

But Yu Tongyou is also a master of swordsmanship, so he did not urge, but waited quietly.

Waited for a moment, until the young disciple smiled on his lips.

Yu Tongyou asked in disbelief: "How much do you understand?"

Xia Ji said: "I understand a little." ”

Yu Tong was stunned, and he had to say something more.

Xia Ji had already raised his sword and came to the center of this clearing.

He drew his sword in the first breaking gesture.

The shadow of the sword is heavy.

It's like a superposition of phantoms, one thought is ten, then twenty, three thoughts and thirty... He stopped for two breaths, and the sword in his hand was gone, and it became a dream.

A dream, the shadow of the sword is like a fantasy.

Yu Tongyou was stunned for a moment, his heart was no longer calm, this start... He can't compare anymore.

Just this starting gesture made him feel like he was just a toddler.

Xia Ji made a move.

The sword light shimmered, but it was not the slightest bit of a fierce killing, but it was extremely peaceful.

The sword is incomparable, turning into a galaxy, making people unable to have the slightest sense of confrontation.

Yu Tongyou was speechless.

Obviously, the young man in front of him was using the swordsmanship he had created, but he felt that his swordsmanship was so powerful?

If it's so powerful, what kind of swordsmanship do you want to find?

The weak Qingcheng faction has already invaded the Central Plains and competed with the Buddhism of Wudang Shaolin, so I can't say that I still have a chance to face the legendary Shinto Gate...

Facing the sword of this beginner disciple, he only felt like a child, looking up at the starry sky.

But this move is his, and he can see the end.

Ten moves are almost over.

As soon as ten moves pass, such a wonderful swordsmanship will disappear.

The head of the Qingcheng Sword Sect couldn't help but feel a trace of regret in his heart.

Xia Ji's sword points to the firmament, and the tenth form has passed.

It was only after that he fell into calm again.

The figure is frozen like a sculpture.

In the status panel:

Ten Broken Characters (Broken Version): 9 Stacks + 1 Stack, Damage 0-12, Special Effect: Shadow 3 (Your attacks have a higher chance of causing the enemy to fall into a trance)

Just start, it is the highest weight.

This is the talent of the Son of Heaven on earth.

But that's not the end of it.

His figure froze, his eyes slightly closed.

In the eyes of Qingcheng's master, this seemingly ordinary beginner disciple didn't dare to bother in any way.

At this time.

The door of the backyard was opened, and Hou Renxiong, a disciple of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, pushed the door in, and said respectfully: "Sect Master, we are ready, when will we set off to go to the Town Evil Dart Bureau, the blood debt will naturally be repaid by blood, and the chickens and dogs of the Town Evil Dart Bureau that we want to kill will not be left!"

Yu Tongyou waved his hand: "Stand down." ”

Hou Renxiong: ???

Wasn't Master more anxious than anyone else before? Why isn't he in a hurry now?

And Yu Ying's painful appearance in bed made the master miserable, and his beloved son died innocently, which father was not distressed?

But why isn't Master in a hurry now?

Hou Renxiong's eyes skimmed, and he saw that his revered master was looking at the courtyard, the ordinary disciple who had just started.

And that ordinary disciple is now like a sculpture...

It's him?

It can't be because of him.

"Stand down!"

Yu Tongyou spoke again, his voice was heavier but very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing him.

Hou Renxiong didn't dare to disobey his master's orders, although he was puzzled, he left in a hurry, and then gently closed the door.

It doesn't take more than a moment.

And Xia Ji moved.

His status bar panel changed first:

Ten of the "Ten Broken City Characters" became eleven, and eleven became twelve... Quickly became eighteen.

The "Broken Version" also began to slowly change and became the perfect version.

Then Xia Ji's sword finally shook a little.

Qingcheng Sect Leader Yu Tongyu's pupils contracted sharply, and he suddenly felt an indescribable emotion in his heart.

It was filled with hope and worry about disappointment.

Xia Ji took out the sword, and instantly made up for the broken sword momentum before, he seemed to be no longer there, but turned into a cloud of shadowy sword light, and the human sword was one.

Qingcheng Zhangjiao cried.

His eyes were red, and his old tears were all over the place.

"It's... Could it be that the ancestors of my Qingcheng Sword Sect have manifested their spirits, and they sent this child here when my Sword Sect was weak?"

This is still a sword move that he can create.

Where is the sword move that he needs to make up for.

Even the "eighteen broken city characters" in his imagination is nothing more than that.

Back then, he once sighed, "If my Qingcheng Sword Sect's three great masters have not been lost, why covet other people's martial arts."

Now, it seems that this first mastery has reappeared in the world.

In front of the new Qingcheng disciple, the swordsmanship of the Qingcheng Sword Sect almost knelt down.

At this time, where did he still have the slightest suspicion of "the leakage of the exercises".

The sword light is like a galaxy, obscuring the light of the courtyard, but there is no killing intent, only the vast tranquility like water, and the unfathomable starry sky.

The last of the eighteen breaks is broken.

But Xia Ji's sword was still not in the sheath.

Yu Tongyou's throat rolled, and his pupils forgot to blink.

This...

This disciple, what is he going to do?

What are you going to do??

Qingcheng Zhangjiao's whole body trembled, this courtyard far away from Qingcheng Mountain, he seemed to be looking at a living legend.