Shan Yang used all his strength, and after holding on for a few seconds, the hand that held the hilt of the sword was released weakly.

Like a kite with a broken line, the strong impact force threw Shan Yang out of the test field, drew a long arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground.

Bai Ling, who defeated Shan Yang, retracted his remaining strength, and slowly fell onto the test table, his eyes swept down, looking for the opponent he respected!

The melon-eating crowd in the stands all got up to look for Shan Yang's figure, and at first asked Shan Yang to roll off the test platform, don't go to the embarrassing few people, and left in a hurry.

Among the outer disciples, the name of Shan Yang will be known to everyone and everyone.

The strong imitation ability, as well as the wonderful pace, even Bai Ling was very curious, and even the Dao Law was released and the Lei Law had the power to fight.

"Ahem."

Picking up the broken wood, Shan Yang crawled out of it leisurely, limping in front of Bai Ling, revealing a proud smile.

"Senior Brother Bai Ling, if you really don't spare your hand, aren't you afraid that you will miss a sword and kill me?"

After the explanation of the competition, Shan Yang, who was covered in tattered clothes and had a dusty face, said jokingly.

Bai Ling smiled lightly, flicked off the dust on his white clothes, and asked solemnly: "Senior Brother Shan's pace is really mysterious, in the Kunlun Sect, I have never seen such a pace." ”

Shan Yang, who was leaning against the test table, smiled bitterly, glanced left and right, and said with a wry smile.

"I was training outside, and I met a master of Wudang Mountain, saying that it was fate that I met him, so he taught me this step, named Jiugang Step!"

After listening to Shan Yang's confirmation, Li Xiaoyao's heart turned upside down, Lin Xiu was at most the last disciple of Li Xiaoyao in Wudang Mountain, and when he heard the news of Wudang Mountain, he didn't react as much as Li Xiaoyao.

"It's really nine steps! Wudang is not dead! I'll just say that four hundred years ago, Wudang was the most prosperous, and even the Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain had to be afraid, how could there be news! Li Xiaoyao said with an excited face.

Shan Yang's words fell, his face changed, his face was sad, and he said regretfully.

"It's a pity that the senior said that the general trend of Wudang has gone, and as the last disciple of Wudang, he should pass on the Taoism of Wudang!"

As if this sentence was said by the senior, Li Xiaoyao couldn't help trembling, and the last disciple deeply pierced Li Xiaoyao's heart.

Four hundred years, four hundred years have passed, familiar people, scenes in memory, no longer exist, even Wudang Mountain... All are dead.

Li Xiaoyao's sadness, at this moment, seemed to be connected with Lin Xiu.

Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, even Lin Xiu didn't notice it, that love, that pride, that pride, as the smoke disappeared, everything was like a passing cloud.

"Lao Li, if Wudang Mountain really disappears, I will reach the height of the head of the family in my lifetime, and in your name, let Wudang return to four hundred years of glory! I swear! ”

Love to the depths, tears fall.

Li Xiaoyao looked at Lin Xiu with relief, even if he knew that it was comfort, the vacant place in his heart was filled at this moment.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

After Shan Yang found Lin Xiu, the remaining tear stains on his cheeks caught his attention and couldn't help asking.

"Huh? I'm not like you lost the competition, I'm sad. ”

Lin Xiu, who turned around, turned his head and casually pulled out the broken reason, and even didn't believe himself after saying it.

"Flutter!" Shan Yang couldn't hold back, laughed directly, covered his stomach and said, "If I lose the competition, will you still be sad for me?" ”

"Hey, hey." After Lin Xiu laughed dryly, he was so embarrassed that he really didn't know how to say it.

"If someone else said this, I would never believe it, but the person who said it... It's you! ”

Shan Yang put away his playful attitude, looked at Lin Xiu seriously, and slowly spit out two words.

"Come on!"

The test site was in a mess, and the staff spent half an hour cleaning it, and finally recovered ninety percent.

"Lin Xiu vs. Zhu Jinhui, start!"

Affected by Li Xiaoyao's mood, Lin Xiu's face was gloomy, and he walked slowly onto the stage.

Qiang squeezed out a smile, pulled the corners of his mouth far-fetchedly, and glanced at Zhu Jinhui silently.

Lin Xiu's deep eyes were like a vast ocean, the invisible whirlpool produced a huge attraction, Zhu Jinhui's toes slammed off, his body exploded, and his cold hair stood on end, only inhaling cold air!

The changes on the test platform, even Bai Ling, who was about to walk out of the stands, returned to his seat and sat down, holding his hands to his chest, not understanding why Zhu Jinhui would burst back.

"Senior Brother Lin Xiu! Do you really only have the Taoist realm consummation? ”

This sentence was shouted louder than all the disciples in the test field, and many people were also very curious about this, even Jin Wei in the late stage of the Dao Chang Realm was defeated by Lin Xiu alone, and he was still just facing it!

Bai Ling is also more interested in this question, cross-level combat is normal, and cross-level combat is really unheard of.

Lin Xiu raised a harmless face and said seriously: "The Taoist realm is in the consummation period, and he has not hidden his strength. ”

A simple sentence shocked everyone, with the realm of the consummation stage of the Taoist realm, he defeated the late stage of the Dao Chang realm alone, and if he said it, I am afraid that no one in the yin and yang realm would believe it.

The gap between the Taoist realm and the Taoist realm, when it has not been crossed, the understanding of strength is the same as the understanding of arithmetic by kindergarten and junior high school students.

As a descendant of the Zhuge family, Zhu Jinhui didn't want to delay for too long, so he stubbornly pointed with a sword in his left hand and a trick with his right hand.

"Here comes the sword!"

With a soft voice, sharp sword moves, and a cold breath, Zhu Jinhui couldn't even exert one-tenth of his usual strength.

If you want to start a battle, you have to distance yourself from Lin Xiu, thinking of this, Zhu Jinhui pointed at the southeast and said.

"Hexagram Xun, Wind Wing!"

"Whew." The increase in speed made Zhu Jinhui feel a little more confident in his heart, and he exhaled a breath to soothe his frowning brows.

Before the nerves could relax, a strong wind blew, and the peachwood sword suddenly appeared in front of him, and the panicked Zhu Jinhui could only fly into the air.

Occupying the terrain, twenty meters above the ground, thinking that Lin Xiu would never be able to fly.

Zhu Jinhui, who breathed a sigh of relief, stepped on the south, and searched for Lin Xiu's figure with cold eyes.

"Hexagram, flame bomb!"

A series of flame bombs flew out of thin air from the soles of his feet, just like he didn't want money or mental strength, and he attacked Lin Xiu in one go.

The strange body style and violent speed did make Zhu Jinhui's scalp tingle.

Warlock, after being close, there is really nothing to do with others.

Boom - a strong explosion, thick black smoke, drifted towards Zhu Jinhui's position, blocked by the black smoke.

"Not good!"

At that moment, the spontaneous vigilance was like being targeted by a fierce beast, and he had to turn sideways immediately!

Even if he turned sideways, the cold sword marks on his chest were clearly imprinted on his chest, and Lin Xiu's figure had not yet been seen clearly.

At this time, Lin Xiu's mind was empty, only the consciousness of defeating Zhu Jinhui remained, thinking of the method proposed by Li Xiaoyao, sticking to him tightly and not giving him a chance to fight back.

Small flame bombs, in Lin Xiu's eyes, are really nothing, after using their soft strength, they can easily see the trajectory of the flame bomb and easily avoid it.

"Chop." Lin Xiu roared in a low voice.

Like a round of sword qi of the white crescent moon, it slashed towards Zhu Jinhui in mid-air, with cold eyes and no emotion at all.

The successive attacks made Zhu Jinhui panic and embarrassed, which made him feel a trace of anger in his heart......