The hall grew quieter and quieter, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop on the ground.

It was also quiet when the other students performed before.

But this is not the same quiet as the previous drowsiness.

If you can describe the atmosphere in one word.

That is.

Deter.

The simplest swordsmanship, not the simple sword posture, the two are combined.

The most obvious power.

Even the students who couldn't understand the literature test were speechless in a daze.

It is the fear of power in human instinct.

Naturally, the lifts above the Ascending Pole would not be completely overwhelmed to this extent, but the high-level cultivators were in a different kind of shock.

Anyone can see that this level is just a small test for Mo Han.

The beginner swordsmanship can use such power, if this man moves the real character, how terrible will it be?

And the Xiliang Sword Pavilion behind him is terrifying?

"Oops." Feeling the silence of the audience, Zhu Luan heard Duan Lizheng say in a low voice.

It's really bad.

This is probably the purpose of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

If it is said that the performance of the first list of the Great Zhou is just to complete the task, then the Xiliang Sword Pavilion looks condescending to the noble performance at first glance.

It's for Liwei.

On the home field of Da Zhou Juzi, it made Da Zhou Juzi speechless.

It's a fodder called horror.

It was at this moment that it was instilled in the hearts of every top leader.

Zhu Luan's eyes were gloomy.

When the entire hall fell silent, it announced the defeat of the Great Zhou Juzi.

This defeat bore the brunt of the defeat.

Air has power.

Because there is potential in the air.

At this moment, the momentum in the field has all been concentrated on this man with a sword.

Here are the best students of Da Zhou, and it is impossible for them to be taken away.

But it is precisely because of their excellence that the establishment of the Sword Pavilion is possible.

The momentum that Mo Han brought was not because of anything else, it was precisely because of his real strength.

Advanced cultivators can realize that something is wrong, but they can't find a way to crack it.

The corner of Zhu Luan's eyes looked at Nian Huazang, who was clenching the hilt of the sword with the scales.

Green tendons floated on the back of the senior brother's hand, and he could see how hard he was exerting himself. His eyes were firmly fixed on Mo Han's body, unable to move an inch.

This is true for all Great Zhou advanced cultivators.

The swordsman's reaction was especially strong.

Zhu Luan closed his eyes gently.

The deeper the kendo attainment, the stronger the despair felt at this time.

No one understands better than a true swordsman how amazing this man's swordsmanship is.

The first sword of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

It lives up to its name.

Compared with the tense expression of Da Zhou Juzi, Mo Han's expression in the center of the main hall was very calm.

After watching it for a long time, people can even see a hint of lightness on that cold face.

Because this sword technique is really very simple for him.

In this atmosphere of silence and tension, the one-yuan sword technique was carried out to the last form.

Countless pairs of eyes in the hall were watching him, and people were waiting for the man to finish perfectly.

Complete this perfect demonstration.

No one would doubt this result, there was no way for this man to stand in the way.

By this time, no accidents were possible.

The die is cast.

Duan Lizheng felt the stinging pain in his palms and thought quietly.

However, in the next moment, he heard a soft sigh from the girl beside him.

Duan Lizheng turned his head to look at the straight girl who was sitting, and before he could ask a question, a burst of exclamations suddenly erupted in the hall.

What the?

What's wrong?

Duan Lizheng looked at the center of the hall in amazement, but a cold light flashed in front of him!

Everything happened too fast, and as a cultivator of the Ascending Extreme Realm, he saw everything in the lightning and flint, but he couldn't understand it.

The one-yuan swordsmanship is too simple and classic, and the Great Zhou swordsmen often practice it when they get started, and every move and style exists in Duan Lizheng's mind.

But at the moment when he turned his head, it should have been carried out to the last ceremony, Duan Lizheng clearly remembered that the tip of the sword should be picked down, the sword should be returned for half a week, and the sword should be put into the sheath.

In this way, the whole set of swordsmanship is over.

However, at the moment when Mo Han's sword tip picked up and turned around.

The tip of the sword turns and soars into the air!

And that cold front actually came straight towards Da Zhou Juzi's seat!

What the hell was that man thinking!

In the last style, Mo Han, who was supposed to put the sword into the sheath, actually jumped up with a twist and threw the long sword in his hand towards the audience!

According to the sword momentum of the final finish, the long sword was slanted into the dense crowd at an extremely terrifying angle, with such a speed and a wide range of impacts, that everyone was stunned and overwhelmed!

Under that terrifying sword momentum, that thin and sharp long sword was even faster than a meteor in the sky.

At that moment, almost all of them changed color.

It was so fast that the Da Zhou student who was originally sitting in the chair didn't have time to react, and only had time to let out one scream after another and fall to the ground!

There was a crackling sound of tables and chairs falling to the ground.

However, the long sword was unstoppable, piercing through table after table of Great Zhou students, and flew towards the depths of the main hall.

Mo Han stood in the center of the hall, staring coldly at the Great Zhou students who instinctively screamed and dodged.

The next moment, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In the chaotic hall, the cultivators of the Ascending Extreme Realm all moved stiffly in the main hall.

A young girl sat still.

Zhu Luan sat straight in her chair, and the cold edge brushed her ears.

But she didn't blink an eye.

Terrible woman.

Mo Han's expression turned cold.

At this time, the students who were the first to be pierced by the sword were shocked to find that they were unscathed.

Mo Han's sword passed through the gap between everyone's bodies.

His sword was so fast that when they dodged, it had already grazed past them.

What they dodge is nothing more than an afterimage.

Even if it was an afterimage, at that moment, there was no doubt that everyone would have felt that the sword was coming at them.

No matter how advanced a cultivator is, it is human instinct to dodge in the face of danger.

What the hell is going on with this woman?

What is going on with this sword?

The long sword brushed past Zhu Luan's face, and the next moment she tilted her head slightly and looked behind her.

Duan Lizheng followed her line of sight, only to see that the long sword actually shot towards the round table where the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion were!

And this time, what Mo Han was aiming at was not the gap in the human body.

That long sword actually flew straight towards the heart of a sitting woman!

There was an extremely soft hum.

Green silk flying.

Everyone stared at the scene in front of them in amazement.

Time seems to stand still in this moment.

I saw the woman in Tsing Yi propping up one hand on the table, jumping up and spinning.

Light and inaudible.

In mid-air, the garment unfolded in an arc, like moonlight.

The next moment, the moonlight drifted down.

The woman turned around and landed softly.

And the long sword has been held in her hand.

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