One hundred thousand mountains, Sword Sect.

As the second-largest faction in the Southern Regions, the Sword Sect's building was built on a hanging mountain in the center of the 100,000 Great Mountain. The hanging mountain is towering into the clouds, and it is difficult for birds to jump. Around the Hanging Mountain, there are rolling peaks and peaks, like a large group of mysterious beasts, immersed in clouds and mist.

On the top of the Hanging Mountain, the huge green and brown peaks stand majestically, and on top of it, there is a faint sound of sword roaring, rising to the sky.

In the early morning, a faint warm sunlight poured down from the sky, shining on the Sword Sect, covering the Sword Sect with a thin golden veil.

Although it was still early, the Sword Sect had already begun to be lively. On a huge square at the gate of the Sword Sect, there were more than a thousand people standing with swords. The square is huge, and the gray and white boulders of all colors are paved, which looks simple and atmospheric. In the middle of the square, a huge stone sword stands majestically.

On the square, more than 1,000 Tsing Yi disciples stood with swords, just like more than 1,000 unsheathed swords, and the momentum was extremely powerful. Although there were more than 1,000 people, there was silence in the field at this time, except for the occasional whining of the wind, and the falling needles could be heard.

"The sword is made of iron, because the wielder of the sword is psychic, because the heart moves, because of the blood to live, because of the non-thought of death, you must remember. On a stone platform in front of the disciples, a middle-aged man said slowly to the people in the audience, and his voice sounded in everyone's ears like thunder under the infusion of Xuan Qi.

The middle-aged man's clothes are not quite the same as the brothers below, all the disciples are all in green clothes and green pants, but this middle-aged man is wearing a blue and white robe, green with white in the middle. On its chest, it is embroidered with a small white sword a few centimeters long, the small sword is like a living thing, and there seems to be a slight sword intent in it, which is slightly dazzling.

The middle-aged man held a scroll in his left hand and a cyan long sword in his right hand and stood behind him. Looking at the expressions of the disciples below who were listening carefully, he nodded slightly, and continued: "Today, I will teach this yellow-level high-level mystical technique: the Splitting Spirit Sword Technique, the Splitting Spirit Sword Technique has a total of seven levels, the deeper you practice, the more sword qi you will have, and when you practice to the tenth level, a sword swings out, and a hundred sword qi are fired together, invincible." This swordsmanship pays attention to the control of Xuan Qi and the mastery of the sword, you have a good look, I will demonstrate it. ”

Hearing this, the originally quiet disciples below were slightly in a commotion, looking at the middle-aged man on the stage, there was a trace of fire in their eyes.

Yang Ye, who was bowing his head and bending over to sweep the floor, suddenly stopped, and the hand holding the broom also subconsciously tightened, raised his head slightly, looked at the middle-aged man who was teaching, and couldn't help but feel a burst of blood surging in his heart.

"If I can also become an outer disciple, it would be great!" Yang Ye sighed in his heart, looking at the disciples next to him, secretly envious in his heart. Immediately, his eyes secretly stared at the middle-aged man on the stage, trying to remember every next move of the middle-aged man.

Looking at the fiery eyes of the people below, a smile appeared on the resolute face of the middle-aged man, nodded, and then his eyes closed slightly, and the long sword in his right hand was slowly raised to the eyebrows, level with the eyebrows, his body was slightly silent, the breeze blew, and the blue and white robe grinned.

Everyone stared at the middle-aged man with fiery eyes, and they didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing any action.

At a certain moment, the middle-aged man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes shot out of Zhan Zhan's divine light, and the cyan long sword in his hand slashed at the sky, and suddenly, nearly a hundred cyan sword qi shot out from the top of the green sword, and the cyan sword qi was like a hundred falling meteors, with a hundred gorgeous cyan tails across the sky, and everywhere he passed, there were some conspicuous distortion marks in the space.

Hundreds of cyan sword qi crossed the sky, extremely gorgeous and shocking, and when it was about to disappear from everyone's sight, suddenly, a layer of golden light like a huge net suddenly appeared in the sky above the Sword Sect, and the cyan sword qi carrying terrifying energy undoubtedly bombarded the golden light, and under the stunned gaze of everyone, the hundred cyan sword qi was like fireworks, boom, exploded, and the sound was like thunder, resounding in the sky.

"Senior Uncle Qingyun is mighty!"

There was a slight silence, and when everyone came back to their senses, the audience was suddenly boiling, shouting, and shaking the hanging mountain.

"Although this spirit sword technique is only a yellow-level mystical technique, if it can be practiced well, it is comparable to a xuan-level mystical technique! You all know the formula, now let's start practicing!" As soon as the middle-aged man's words fell, the long sword in his hand slammed, and instantly turned into a giant sword, standing horizontally in front of him. The middle-aged man jumped forward, his body landed steadily on the cyan giant sword, and immediately turned into a streamer of light and flew towards the inner courtyard of the Sword Sect.

Seeing the middle-aged man leaving, everyone present was a little careless, and each began to cultivate the spirit swordsmanship.

"The sword is made of iron, because the sword bearer is psychic, moved by the heart, lives because of blood, and dies because of non-thoughts......" Seeing the middle-aged man leaving, Yang Ye muttered in a low voice, constantly recalling the middle-aged man's previous swordsmanship in his mind, and for a while, he was slightly distracted.

"Splitting Spirit Sword Technique!"

There was a sudden cry in the square, seeing the middle-aged man leaving, a female disciple of the outer door was a little impatient to perform this spiritual sword technique, only to see a white sword qi the size of a finger, flashing out from the tip of the female disciple's sword, the sword qi was weak, as if it was going to disappear at any time, and this faint sword qi happened to shoot at Yang Ye who was distracted on the side.

Suddenly seeing this sword qi attacking him, Yang Ye froze, and the sword qi came with a terrifying aura for Yang Ye, which made Yang Ye suddenly sober up, and his body instinctively rolled to the side, but it was still a little late, and the sword qi directly pierced a hole in Yang Ye's left chest, and suddenly, blood continued to flow out, and the clothes on his chest were dyed red in a moment.

"Shhh

The sharp pain in his chest made Yang Ye couldn't help but gasp, and on his forehead, drops of cold sweat slowly dripped down. In order not to let himself scream, Yang Ye bit his lower lip tightly.

"After watching Uncle Shi perform the Spirit Splitting Sword Technique, Senior Sister Qinghe actually learned it, Senior Sister deserves to be the first disciple of the outer sect!

"Not only is it an inner disciple, Senior Sister Qinghe is so talented, even if it is a disciple of a certain uncle, it is possible!"

"I think with Senior Sister Qinghe's qualifications, it's not impossible to be a disciple of the sect master......"

"After three months, the inner disciple test of the sect, Senior Sister Qinghe will definitely succeed! At that time, I hope Senior Sister Qinghe will not forget the junior brother and others......

“......”

For a while, the surrounding people hurriedly gathered around, praising and praising the words, and the words of slapping the horse and welcoming the horses were endless, but Yang Ye, who was lying on the side, was not cared for, and everyone didn't even look at it.

The woman who was surrounded by everyone was named Liu Qinghe, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a slender figure, a delicate face, especially a pair of smart eyes, as clear as autumn water, very charming. Listening to the praise of the people around him, the corners of Liu Qinghe's mouth rose slightly, and her clean face showed a hint of pride.

As a major sect in the Southern Regions, the Sword Sect is extremely strict in accepting disciples, and only by reaching the seventh rank of mortals before the age of fifteen can it meet the standards for accepting disciples from the outer sect of the Sword Sect, and the outer disciples can only be regarded as the bottom of the Sword Sect. However, Liu Qinghe was able to become an outer disciple at the age of fifteen or sixteen, and his talent was also considered superior to the people of the entire Southern Regions.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Liu Qinghe nodded slightly to everyone, and then looked at Yang Ye, who was lying on the ground by himself before, looking at Yang Ye who was curled up on the ground, Liu Qinghe frowned slightly, she used the "Spirit Splitting Sword Technique" for the first time before, and the sword qi emitted was also like a gossamer, which should be non-lethal, and she had seen Yang Ye dodge before, so she thought that Yang Ye was fine.

Seeing that Yang Ye lying on the ground didn't answer, Liu Qinghe walked quickly to Yang Ye's side, kicked Yang Ye's body with his right foot, and frowned: "Hey, sweeper, don't pretend to be dead...... Ah......" It turned out that after kicking Yang Ye's body over, he found that Yang Ye's face was pale, and his upper body was full of blood, like a bloody person, he couldn't help but be startled, and his body retreated several steps in a row.

At this time, a man walked to Yang Ye's side, stretched out his hand and paused at Yang Ye's nose, then turned his head to Liu Qinghe and said, "Senior sister, he should have been injured by your sword qi before, well, he hasn't lost his breath yet, can you save it?"

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