Before the corridor, it was noisy.

The excitement on the faces of the students was hard to suppress.

They hadn't gotten the news before, and they hadn't mentioned it, but the students were actually not unfamiliar with it.

The students present were all genius sword cultivators in various academies, and most of the target sects for their scientific expeditions were Sword Shu Sects.

Therefore, they all have a lot of understanding of the Sword Shu Sect, and they also know a thing or two about the Yongdao assessment.

This is the assessment of the disciples of the outer sect of the Jianshu Sect when they attack the inner sect, once every three years, which is very difficult.

The Yongdao assessment, which has never been open to the public, has become a competition system for individual battles today!

The most important thing is that the sword hanging at the end of the road, according to the meaning of the sect master, as long as he can hold the sword, he can take it away.

In other words, every student has a chance to get!

That's the most exciting!

The first sword immortal of the Tang Dynasty, the sword of the Xuanyuan Taihua Sect Master!

If anyone can get it, they may be qualified to become a disciple of the Taihua Sect Master!

What a great temptation!

At this moment, many students are also in a daze, no wonder Lu Ze, the great-grandson of the Drunken Sword Immortal, will participate in this sword competition, no wonder the Donglu Sword Saint will let his disciple Lin Yun come to the competition......

All...... It's all for this sword!

Fang Lang was also a little surprised, no wonder Wen Jiaoxi said that there was a great opportunity, this sword was indeed a great opportunity, but unfortunately, it was not something that ordinary people could get.

According to the textbook, this Yongdao has existed for a hundred years, but over the past hundred years, the disciples of the Sword Shu Sect have changed one stubble after another, but this sword is still strong!

The disciple of flowing water, the sword of iron.

A thought flashed through Fang Lang's mind, could he get this sword?

For a long time, Fang Lang shook his head with a smile, thinking too much.

Since Chao Xiaojian dared to say so, it meant that he had confidence in this sword and could not be taken away.

Therefore, Fang Lang also has self-knowledge.

Chao Xiaojian quickly left, and the person who presided over the Yongdao assessment was replaced by an old sword cultivator of the Sword Shu Sect, who had a scar on his face, did not smile, and even a little calm, and his body was full of evil spirits.

He held an iron sword with an extremely bloody aura and swept it on the ground, marking a sword mark.

"Those who participated in the assessment, the order of the academy students was disrupted, hundreds of people stepped into the Yongdao for a group, and the rest of the people stood behind the sword marks."

"In addition, the deputy sect master said that the scientific examination will be given extra points, regardless of the top three, as long as you can walk 800 meters in the Yongdao, you can add 20 points to the scientific examination."

Old Jian Xiu's voice was hoarse and he shouted.

The Sword Shu Sect greeted the imperial court.

The surrounding students became more and more excited when they heard the news.

The first batch of students quickly lined up in front of the Yongdao, and under the order of Lao Jianxiu, they stepped into the Yongdao.

Fang Lang was in the fifth batch, so he took a few steps back and chose to watch quietly.

Jiang Linglong stood beside him, his beautiful eyes staring at the sword in the Yongdao.

Fang Lang turned his head to look at her and said, "Is this sword the purpose of joining Luojiang Academy to participate in the Sword Questioning Competition?" ”

Jiang Linglong was stunned and nodded.

She hadn't thought of answering Fang Lang, but the inexplicable familiarity in her heart still made her open her mouth to explain: "This sword...... A very important person for me...... It makes a lot of sense, so, I hope to get it. ”

Fang Lang nodded thoughtfully.

The first batch of 100 students, each with excitement, nervousness and other emotions, stepped into the road.

Some of the students were even brighter and began to rush.

When someone stepped on the corridor, the suspended sword at the end of the corridor trembled slightly.

An invisible wave slowly spreads.

It's like a torrent of opening the gates, impacting in the corridor!

And the swords of the sword cultivators around them were trembling slightly, as if they were about to unsheath and gallop.

Rumble!

The student who was originally going to rush in the Yongdao suddenly shrank his eyes, and was hit by this ripple-like force, and in an instant, his body was uncontrollable, and he flew out directly.

Many disciples even had blood bleeding from their mouths and noses, and their hearts were traumatized!

"This is 'sword intent'."

Under Jiang Linglong's veil, his red lips opened lightly, solving Fang Lang's doubts.

Fang Lang took a deep breath, sword intent?!

"Attacking the Yongdao, you can't rush, you have to fight steadily and steadily, and resist the sword intent...... Otherwise, it is easy to be overwhelmed by the sword intent. ”

Jiang Linglong reminded and mentioned some tips for rushing the level.

Fang Lang nodded, this should be paid attention to.

In the corridor, seven or eight students who were about to rush flew out horizontally, and the distance between them in the corridor was no more than ten meters.

The old sword cultivator with a scar on his face sneered, and with a wave of his hand, these failed students were taken down by the disciples of the Sword Shu Sect to heal.

And the rest of the students continued to move forward, faltering, not at all as they imagined.

As time passed, one after another students withdrew from the road with pale faces, their faces full of regret and unwillingness.

100 meters, 200 meters...... This is the level of most students.

Among the first batch of students, the most outstanding student was a student from Donglu Academy, but he only advanced 400 meters in the road.

The disciples of the outer sect of the Sword Shu Sect are eligible to enter the inner sect only after stepping eight hundred meters.

Other words...... The top performers in this cohort only reached half of the passing mark.

"Second batch of preparations."

Scar Old Sword Xiu was not surprised at all, and said lightly.

Soon, after the sword marks, the second batch of students gathered, and in this batch, there was an acquaintance of Fang Lang, who was Song Qingyun who lived in the Beijiang Academy next door to him.

At the sound of the order, the students rushed in, the first batch of students tested the water, and the second batch of students were all steady and steady, and they were not eliminated at the beginning.

However, the second batch was still unsatisfactory, even Song Qingyun only walked 500 meters and failed.

This reality, extremely cruel, poured a basin of cold water on the students who were originally eager to try.

The third batch!

Among them, there is still Fang Lang's acquaintance, it is Lin Yun of Donglu Academy!

Lin Yun was carrying an iron sword, his gaze was cold, he suddenly swept over, glanced at Fang Lang in the crowd, and then stepped into the road.

As a disciple of the Donglu Sword Saint, Lin Yun's performance was indeed much better than other students!

He is like an unsheathed sword, piercing through all obstacles and moving quickly through the road!

Four hundred meters, five hundred meters, six hundred meters!

Lin Yun set a record in an instant.

However, his pace still did not stop, and continued to move forward, in the uproar of the students around him, Lin Yun stepped over the 800-meter dividing line, and his speed finally slowed down.

And this slowness is like a burst of energy, and moving forward has become extremely difficult.

Finally, when he reached the position of eight hundred and seventy-nine meters, Lin Yun retreated with a pale face.

However, eight hundred and seventy-nine meters, this achievement, even the scar old sword cultivator, is a glance high.

Lin Yun sweated profusely and walked out of the corridor, raising his chin towards Fang Lang defiantly.

The fourth batch of students stepped forward, and Jiang Linglong, who was beside Fang Lang, walked out.

Fang Lang was stunned, suddenly remembered something, and a look of pity couldn't help but appear on his face.

I couldn't walk the same path with Lao Jiang, and missed the possibility of triggering a deep cultivation exchange.

However, Fang Lang is also a little curious, where is the limit of Lao Jiang?

In the team battle, because of Fang Lang, Jiang Linglong had not broken out to the limit, so Fang Lang was very curious.

Scar Old Sword Xiu glanced at Jiang Linglong, Jiang Linglong, who was wearing a veil, was a bit of a maverick among many students.

Under the order, the fourth batch of students set foot on Yongdao.

Jiang Linglong pulled out his sword Ji Xue for the first time, and the sword at the end of the tunnel struck with sword intent, and the tip of Jiang Linglong's sword hit the ground, making a crisp sound.

Suddenly, the sword intent slammed into Jiang Linglong's side, and it went around like flowing water.

Jiang Linglong walked forward leisurely.

At a distance of 100 meters, the tip of the sword is on the ground again.

Every 100 meters, the tip of the sword knocks on the ground of Yongdao, cutting the sword intent forward.

The students around him failed one after another, but Jiang Linglong was like a lonely boat in the sea, swaying forward.

Compared with Lin Yun, she is more relaxed and freehand, even against the sword intent, she is full of poetic beauty.

However, when he stepped on 800 meters, Jiang Linglong's sword tip became more and more difficult to touch the ground.

"Ding!"

Ji Xuejian struck the ground of Yongdao, and the crisp sound reverberate.

The sword intent was diverted again.

Jiang Linglong moved lightly, and continued to move forward in the middle of the road.

Nine hundred, nine hundred and ten, nine hundred and twenty......

By the last hundred meters, every ten meters, Jiang Linglong had to knock Ji Xuejian once.

With each blow, her green silk flew and her body trembled violently.

She...... It's almost the limit.

Ji Xuejian's sword body was bent out of a shocking arc by the sword intent!

Airplanes!

Ji Xue's sword body bounced back.

Jiang Linglong's body trembled, and he took seven or eight steps back in a row, and on the white veil, a wisp of red slowly dispersed.

Nine hundred and twenty meters.

The final result of the old ginger.

Her achievement had already shocked all the students, even the disciples of the Sword Shu Sect, and they were a little shocked.

However, Jiang Linglong's eyes were full of gloom, as if the stars in the sky were all silent overnight.

After all, she still couldn't touch the Liansheng Sword.

Jiang Linglong withdrew from the Yongdao, feeling depressed.

"The fifth batch is ready!"

And Fang Lang was about to comfort him, but the old sword cultivator with scar let out a loud shout.

Fang Lang was helpless and walked towards the position of the sword mark.

And behind Fang Lang.

Liu Bubai of the sixth batch rubbed his gorgeous long sword, looked at Fang Lang's back, and pursed his lips.

Why do you ...... in your heart? Always feeling weird?

Could it be that lying down to win lies out of intuition?

But......

This kind of personal warfare...... Why are you still letting me lie down?!

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