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For a moment, I was a little stunned.

Zhuo Zangfeng quickly reached out and wanted to grab the words that flew away quietly, but when he saw that the black words were held in his palm, they were empty when they unfolded.

The words written in thick pen and ink passed quickly, disappearing in a moment, and only a blank scroll was left in front of him.

It's as if I have returned to the moment when I just got the exam paper.

Zhuo Zangfeng stared at the disappearing handwriting on it, puzzled.

The cubicles were semi-enclosed, and no one could see them, except for the occasional invigilator walking through the aisles.

I finished answering the book with confidence, and was about to hand in the paper calmly, but suddenly such an unbelievable thing happened. It really hit him hard.

If it weren't for the fact that he was a kendo immortal, he could see a little bit of vitality, and he would think that he was in a dream.

Could it be that those sudden appearances of vitality have snatched away the words on the scroll? If so, who can have such profound cultivation?

snatching away the words on the test paper out of thin air, like an eagle catching a sparrow, such a profound cultivation is at least the realm of a great sword master.

And how could a great sword master be interested in the test papers written by a young man who had no practice?

Zhuo Zangfeng looked around blankly, that vitality had long since disappeared, and the yellow crane was gone.

On the contrary, he could clearly see that there were countless other powerful vitality flowing in the hall.

This is issued by the thirty-six star masters of the Tai Academy.

Could it be that there are still people who break through the supreme true yuan of the thirty-six constellations and snatch away the words on their exam papers without a word?

This is simply ridiculous!

Looking at the blank space in the test paper, Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly felt dizzy, as if something heavy was smashed on the top of his head, and the golden light in front of him was rising. The chest and abdomen were boiling, and the dantian qi was extremely hot.

He endured it forged, dipped his pen and ink into it, and wrote down the answer on the test paper.

He had to complete the exam paper again.

The tip of the pen suddenly slipped on the paper, like a person falling on the slippery ice. The wolf's pen fell heavily on the surface of the scroll, but it did not leave a single ink mark.

This pen seems to be written on oiled paper.

Try a few more times and still be the same.

Try a few more times, and it's still the same.

He put down his pen and pressed his left hand to his chest, feeling his heart beat like a drum.

At this moment, the pain in the sea of dantian qi was like a knife, and an extremely small wisp of sword yuan poured out from his eyes.

He gritted his teeth and endured the pain, watching the sword yuan fly out of the small compartment, and saw it flying slowly in the main hall, slowly colliding with countless yuan, and rushed out effortlessly.

Rush out of the Thirty-six Constellations Supreme True Yuan Great Array!

A golden light suddenly appeared in Zhuo Zangfeng's sea of knowledge.

This is the first time he has opened up the sea of knowledge.

Unlike the mind, which is the control of the mind, the sea of consciousness is the reaction of the mind of the mind of the practitioner.

The divine consciousness senses all things in the heavens and the earth, and reacts to the sea of consciousness, as if it were vivid.

After so many days of all-night penance, it finally came to fruition. But this result was a heavily guarded examination room, and this embarrassing situation made him cry and laugh.

His cultivation was too shallow, and the reaction of his divine consciousness in the sea of consciousness could only reach the vault of the main hall, but he didn't know where the sword yuan that escaped from his body flew.

......

At an inn in Chang'an, Kyoto, He Bikong suddenly felt the white horse passing through the gap sword trembling.

The Great Sword God, who was meditating and pranayama, suddenly sensed that his surroundings were filled with boundless sword intent.

This sword intent is very gentle, without a fierce killing aura, like countless little stars.

The White Horse Crossing Sword was surrounded by these golden sword intents that only Great Sword God Realm cultivators could see, and continued to tremble for a while, as if it was about to fly away with it.

He Bikong stared and pondered, and sent out the Xuan Qi, intending to drive away these countless golden sword qi.

His vitality is also very gentle, just like a person puffing up his cheeks and blowing lightly, the boundless sword intent retreats like a cloud of smoke, and closes like a cloud of smoke.

At this moment, the Great Sword Master suddenly felt a murderous aura.

He no longer used Xuan Qi to resist the inexplicable sword intent, and simply relied on this sword intent.

Seeing his beloved white horse flying out of his body through the gap, he was like a man who was tempted, following a beautiful woman with a peerless charm to elope hand in hand.

The Great Sword Divine Spirit moved.

All of this is Zhuo Zangfeng's ghost.

He Bikong stood in the corridor of the inn, held the white horse in his left hand and passed through the gap, and suddenly turned into a light and shadow, flying into the endless sky.

Soon he was looking for his target.

A black-clothed monk, a skeleton monk with a black face like carbon, was squatting on top of a dilapidated temple outside Chang'an City.

He Bikong fell to another roof a hundred and ten zhang away from him, his feet on the eaves of the roof, his clothes fluttering.

The black-faced monk withdrew his divine sense, waited for the sea of consciousness to calm down, and then suppressed his vitality, looked at He Bikong, who was standing in the wind, and said, "You are from Yanzhi Country?"

He Bikong didn't answer, but asked, "You are also from Yanzhi China?"

Neither side answered, but both understood that they were from the same country.

He Bikong looked at the black-faced monk's body with black vitality, like a hideous dragon circling, and then looked at the long sword behind the monk's back, stared at it for a long time, and said, "The sword of the witch Gu." ”

The black skull monk laughed and said proudly, "You have a little knowledge!"

He Bikong ignored his arrogance and continued, "You are also worthy of using a sword?"

The Black Skull Monk's face changed suddenly, and his whole body was full of qi.

He Bikong continued: "The sword is a gentleman, you are full of evil spirit, you are not worthy of the sword at all, and you are not worthy of the word sword at all!"

The black skeleton sneered and said, "When I finish cleaning up this kid, I'll kill you." ”

He Bikong said indifferently: "With me here, do you think you can kill him?"

The Black Skeleton Monk's eyes were full of fierceness, "I deeply regret that I didn't kill this kid that day! Although he is not in my target at this time, how can anyone escape my Black Skeleton in the past few decades?"

"You are indeed Nasumeru's junior brother!"

"Now that you know, for the sake of the same nation, if you leave your sword, I will not blame the past!"

He Bikong said solemnly: "I don't care what task you are undertaking, even if it is the order of the emperor, I, He Bikong, only listen to the orders of His Royal Highness Yueyue." ”

"You are He Bikong!" The black skeleton monk's face changed, he stared at it for a long time, and laughed wildly: "Count you as an opponent! You have turned your back on King Qing Shui Mu and your country, now I will kill you first!"

The two great swordsmen in a foreign country quickly condensed their qi on the top of this dilapidated temple.

Countless heaven and earth vitality that could not be seen by the naked eye suddenly crowded in, and the two sharp long swords shone brightly in the spring sun.

......

Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly felt that the feeling of oppression in his heart was relieved, and the dantian qi sea returned to calm.

The exam room was so quiet that you could barely hear any sound.

He grabbed the end of the pen, put the nib of the pen on the inkstone, spread out the test paper, and wrote it down.

This time he wrote fluently, and his confidence was restored.

The bronze bell on the drum tower of Tai Academy has not yet rang.

As soon as three o'clock in the afternoon arrived, the exam was over. The official in charge of the examination will forcibly accept the test papers.

Zhuo Zangfeng estimated that there was enough time, and forced himself to calm down and concentrate on the exam.

But at this moment, the tip of the wolf's soft nose in his hand touched the curly surface, and I don't know if it was because of too much force, or for some reason, it was uncontrollable, and it snapped into two. (To be continued.) )