Walking in from the gate, the practice venue here is also very interesting, although it is not as large as the official scale, but it is also on the huge pool, and the fog created by scientific and technological means fills the air, this sweet taste makes Ma Yang subconsciously hold his breath.

The martial artist used the ancient method of abdominal breathing, and Ma Yang estimated that he could hold on for half a day when he no longer absorbed the air from the outside world.

Walking into the field, the janitor stood outside the field and no longer entered, while Ma Yang walked in boldly, feeling that there were about a dozen people in the field, as if they were training, but where Qin Xue was exactly, this could not be sensed, Ma Yang had to slowly grope around.

Holding the bamboo sword in your hand, the sword qi wraps the body, if it is placed in the outside world, many people will not believe it, there are really people who can fall on the water without sinking, this is just a small skill, using the energy generated by oneself, to resist the pressure of the body.

Stepping on the water, rippling layer upon layer, he soon came to the side of the assassin hiding by the low plant, and the other party seemed a little surprised to find him, but he still quickly reached out the dagger, and quickly attacked Ma Yang with a flash of his body.

"I'm not here to fight, have you ever seen a little girl with a toothed blade?" Ma Yang easily used his long sword to block the other party, but the dagger surrounded him like a maggot on the tarsal bone, stabbing from various tricky positions, Ma Yang's long sword swung a fierce sword intent to cut the space within a zhang of his body, and the force under his feet instantly came to the opponent's back, and the bamboo sword fell on the assassin's erect neck.

"If you move your head again, you'll really fall off." Although the voice of the words was not loud, in the too quiet venue, it still made the people present hear it clearly, and soon the rest of the people gathered one after another, and Qin Xue was among them.

Seeing Qin Xue, Ma Yang put away the bamboo sword, and the assassin who was caught by himself took off the veil, and was actually a little girl, looking at her age, she seemed to be a few years younger than Qin Xue, and her pink face had not completely detached from baby fat, and she was glaring at Ma Yang with tears in her eyes at this time.

"Brother, why are you here, everyone is competing, and now they can't practice." Seeing this, Qin Xue hurriedly stepped forward and said unhappily.

Ma Yang also discovered this problem, he was a little too curious, and went directly to the venue to draw his sword.

"Well, if I don't come as a sparring partner, you assassins need to fight too, right? More than a dozen of you can take turns to come and play with me. "This side is also from the practice field, of course, Ma Yang can't use his own sword, replace it with a wooden sword for practice, and the other party's dagger is also used for practice.

After half a day, more than a dozen assassins who were originally in night clothes were covered with white flour, especially a few male assassins, who were already lying on the ground and couldn't get up, Qin Xue was also sitting on the ground with a sore body, and Ma Yang didn't spare his hand when dealing with her.

The assessment of the Sword God Temple is ranked first every year, and after staying for a whole month, I finally received a notice that the Sword God Temple assessment has begun.

During this period, Ma Yang was very idle every day, and there was no need to go to the tutorial class at all, this is what the old man said, if he wanted to come again, he would have to pay for Mujian Mountain out of his own pocket, and the one that was destroyed by himself at that time made the old man feel distressed for a long time, and he had no income himself, and now it was suddenly broken.

On the contrary, on the assassin's side, Ma Yang went over every once in a while, and because of the beginning, he became a sparring partner there.

I have been to the Sword God Temple a few times, and now I have officially come to the door of the Sword God Temple with a sword on my back, and I still have some special feelings.

There are two statues on both sides of the temple door, looking at the figure is the sword god himself, but there are no facial features, carefully feel the surging sword intent shrouded in the entire temple, by this strong idea as a traction, so that the people who enter the temple faintly become a whole.

"You're the rumored swordsman? It looks average, how can a swordsman be so tall? Sure enough, there were no other participants except himself, and all the disciples of the Sword God Temple were in the middle courtyard at this time, just to see the swordsman who hung his name on the local propaganda channels.

Generally, the height of a swordsman will not exceed one meter nine, because if he is too tall, it is easy to become very bulky, and Ma Yang's figure standing in the middle courtyard can be regarded as standing out from the crowd.

"Okay, come with us into the backyard, if you want to become a disciple of the Sword God, you have to set foot on the Sword Mountain." There are only seven disciples of the Sword God in total, and the decline is not a day or two, the youngest of the seventh has been in the door for more than ten years, and now he finally met the young man who is expected to become the eighth junior disciple, and the one who walks at the end is of course very concerned about Ma Yang.

The area of the backyard is very huge, and even Ma Yang didn't see the existence of the courtyard wall, and a large area of land was occupied by the sword mountain in front of him.

The color of the metal is particularly dazzling in the daytime light, the blade is facing the sky vertically, the highest point is about a hundred meters high, and what is even more terrifying is the abundant sword qi, which is the most deadly reason.

Ma Yang did not hesitate to jump on the edge of the sword mountain, the sword qi under his feet easily resisted the initial sword qi, with the increase in height, the oppressive force from all directions became stronger and stronger, Ma Yang's action was finally hindered, and he simply pulled out the sword behind his back.

The emerald green color of the bamboo sword was incompatible with the sword mountain, but when the bamboo sword was taken out of the belt, the pressure around Ma Yang suddenly decreased, and his body moved rapidly, and he soon came to the front of the peak and stepped on it in one step.

"Is this a challenge? It's too simple, isn't it? Ma Yang stood firmly at the top without hindrance, looking down at the stunned people below.

Under the surprised expressions of the seven disciples, Ma Yang walked down from the sword mountain and tied the bamboo sword with a cloth belt again.

Suddenly, there was a strong sense of crisis in the sky, so startled that Ma Yang jumped backwards high, stretched out his hand to put the long sword across his chest, the strap was shattered by the impact of the attack, and the sharp sword light pressed the bamboo sword clenched in both hands into the ground, and Ma Yang's legs fell deep into the solid ground.

The person who came was dressed in white with long hair fluttering, and looked at Ma Yang with a smile, he had all the temperament of a swordsman in the novel, and the broad-bladed sword in his hand exuded a chill, and with a force, the pressure of the bamboo sword in Ma Yang's hand doubled, and his legs fell down a few points.

"Give it to me!" After being stimulated, the energy in the dantian became hot, Ma Yang's eyes widened angrily, his legs were pulled out of the ground, and he shook the other party upward, and his feet stepped into the air and sent forward with the help of the long sword, and he used a move to guide the way, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the throat of the other party.

This person withdrew to the sky, and the blade of the sword in his hand slashed head-on at the tip of Ma Yang's sword, and flew backwards at a faster speed with his strength, and his feet in black boots stepped on the dome of the Sword God Temple, and then fell from the sky at a faster speed, and the sword qi brought up by the broad-bladed sword was more than three feet longer than the sword body.

Ma Yang found that no matter how he retreated, he couldn't completely dodge this attack, as if he had been locked by the other party, although his trajectory had not changed, Ma Yang gritted his teeth and took out several other bamboo swords together, trying to control them with mental power.

The five bamboo swords slashed together, and for a while, the sword qi filled the Sword God Temple, and the cold feeling could even condense the air in the backyard, Ma Yang had never experienced such a collision, and was instantly shocked by the impact and flew out upside down and crashed into the courtyard wall.

At the moment of coma, Ma Yang noticed that someone reached out and dragged him out of the deep dust.

"Welcome to join us and congratulate you on passing the test." The other party's tone revealed joy.

"From now on, you will be our junior brother, you are the eighth in the ranking, and I will call you the eighth junior brother in the future!" The one who stepped forward to hug was, of course, the happy seventh junior brother, who finally got rid of the title of junior junior brother after waiting for more than ten years.

"And who are you? It seems that there is no such project in the test, right? Ma Yang was naturally a little angry at the sudden incident, but this white-clothed swordsman was also a little too strong, and his hands were still trembling now, and the impact just now was too strong.

"He, he's the hall master, but you can fight under the hall master for a few rounds just after you come, it's not easy." The seventh junior brother said.

The attack just now made Ma Yang fly out sideways for dozens of meters, and now he has a clear understanding of the scale of the backyard, and the dome design of the backyard can pass through the light but can isolate the sword qi here, but the battle just now has destroyed a lot of facilities.

"Haha, good boy, sure enough, all of us from the Sword God Temple are geniuses, I am the hall master here, Lu Boya, I believe we will get along very happily." His voice is full of magnetism, and he is completely like a dashing swordsman, and if he goes out with such a posture, he will definitely be pursued by many little girls.

The next time is completely the personal speech of this hall master, in addition to his handsome appearance and powerful power, what is even more irresistible is the ability to speak, he is a talker!

Looking at the expressions on the faces of the seven senior brothers lined up on the opposite side, Ma Yang spent almost two hours with a stiff smile, listening to the hall master tell the sword god temple about the glory and those amazing achievements in the past few hundred years.

"Well, the hall master interrupted, so that I can become a disciple of the Sword God Temple?" Ma Yang took advantage of the other party's breathing break and hurriedly interrupted the conversation.

"Of course, in the next three years, you will have to stay in the Sword God Temple to cultivate, and then you will be arranged to enter the extraterritorial battlefield, well, that's probably what it looks like." The hall master pondered, it seems that because there have been no newcomers to join for too long, those rules for accepting new people have been forgotten.

"Three years is so long?"

"Don't think about it yet, you won't know anything now." The hall master glanced at the seven behind him, white-clothed and windless, surrounded by a golden shield.

Two fingers together, pointing forward, a three-inch sword shot out from between the two fingers, flying past Ma Yang's ears.

"These things that are close to common sense, you have not mastered them at all now, this is not comparable to those half-baked training camps outside, stimulate the potential of the body, and continuously improve the level of life, in order to face the extraterritorial battlefield."

Suddenly, pink clouds floated in the sky outside the Sword God Temple, the hall master raised his eyebrows slightly, and disappeared in place in an instant, and when Ma Yang didn't figure out the situation, the seventh senior brother grabbed his shoulders and flew into the air with him.

"There's something interesting going on over there in the Assassin Sanctuary." Senior Brother Seven said with a smile.