Kill it, snatch it, take this woman away!"

The robbers all shouted excitedly. The thieves also approached the kitchen, ready to throw down the chains and charge.

Heavenly!

At that moment, the young man in gray moved a little. He jumped out of the galley, fell into the water with many eyes of astonishment, and then stepped over the water, stepped on the water, and rowed towards the captain's dinghy.

Bang Bang Bang!

Every time the soles of his feet touched the water, there would be a splash. However, the young man dressed in gray stepped over the water, his body as smooth as walking on the ground.

"This guy is so handsome!"

The crowd panted.

"Does that mean the person is a martial arts master?" The eyes of those customers who were once desperate in business also lit up, perhaps, they were saved this time.

Twenty minutes later, the young man in gray clothes surfaced a few dozen meters, and then he got on the boat.

"Kid, how dare you go it alone and want to kill yourself!" As soon as the bandit leader made a move, there were immediately more than a dozen elite bandits who delayed, and the cultivation was the lowest, and they were also nine heavy border fighters.

The young man in gray clothes didn't say a word, and suddenly with a swing, he pulled out a shining sword from his waist.

Credit card!

Recently the head of a robber flew out, spraying plasma like a waterfall.

"Kill him!

The bandit leader drew a short sword, he shouted, and another water thief also quickly circled the boat, and some of the bandits had already jumped into the water and swam over.

For some time, the blood red mangs in this water level, everywhere, some people cut off the body, blood and water belts, there were no enemies, no, not even a combination, because even the master of the elite bandits could not stop half of the sword of the gray-clothed youth.

"It's scary. Who is this young man?"

"Ah, I know. He is a believer in the door of God's heart. The bandit leader saw something in the knightly demeanor of the young man in gray, and his face began to tremble. He jumped into the water and ran away.

"Want to go?

A playful look suddenly flashed in the eyes of the young man dressed in gray, and he suddenly jumped up, hung upside down in the air as if he had not seen it, and slashed his knife in the water.

Snow!

Immediately after, the corpse of the bandit leader floated up, and from the horror on his face, it was obvious that he could not have dreamed that the gray man's knife light penetrated so terrifyingly, strong enough to hide him in the water and kill him directly.

"The Director is dead?"

The bandits were all pale and terrified, and their leader, the leader of Shikoku, was so easily killed.

"Haha, rats, all go to hell!"

The young man in gray burst out laughing, and the murderous aura in his laughter soared into the sky. The sword glowed like murder, and every time the sword fell, someone was bound to die, and the water was cut with a ferocious mark.

Hundreds of bandits were almost killed in rivers of blood.

Except for a few bandits who escaped, the rest of the people were young men dressed in white who died under the sword.

Bright red blood soaked the entire pond nearby. Severed limbs, heads, and even internal organs floated everywhere, and the strong smell of blood was almost suffocating.

"No, no. ”

The young man in gray turned around and returned to the ship, startling the merchants, and shook his head. "I wish I could have some fun with real disciples. ”

Then he took off his robe and walked towards the hut.

The Land of the Wind borders the Land of the Earth.

In the midst of the heavy snowfall, a strong young man, shirtless, shook the ground vigorously in front of him with one punch after another, and in front of him was a huge snow-white lion, with a dull roar from its mouth.

The lion is four or five meters tall and is very strong, but the young man fights with his bare hands, and his strength is obvious.

Bang bang bang!

A man, a lion, a heavy fist and claws together made a deafening explosion.

The ground cracked beneath his feet, and the burly young man slammed into a rock with his hands outstretched.

Roar!

Twenty meters high, six or seven meters thick rocks cracked, and the human-high stones were like flowers scattered in the sky, in all directions.

"Let's go!"

The burly young man grabbed the lion's head, then jerked it, and the whole snow-white lion was thrown out and slammed into the nearby wall.

To accomplish such a feat, at least three thousand pounds of strength are needed, and everyone present will be amazed.

Snow White did not know the life and death of the lion, and was scattered all over the ground by the stones crushed underneath.

Without a red face and no breathing, the burly young man muttered to himself, "The real disciple exam is about to begin." I, Murong Ye, would never want to be ranked behind others.

With that, the burly young man picked up his large bag, turned around and continued walking in the snow.

The Gate of God's Will, with seven peaks behind it, is a place dedicated to the elders.

There are seventy-two peaks on Liyang Peak.

A white young man on the side said: "Li Liuxing, you promoted the inner disciple, he worshiped in front of my door, for three years, he never went out to do tasks, and participated in ranked games and cultivation, but this time, you must participate in the True Transmission disciple, otherwise the bishop and other elders want me to lift you up, and I didn't give you enough opportunities to exercise." ”

"What's more, being promoted to a true disciple will give you better conditions for training, which is both a symbol of status and strength, but also brings a lot of practical benefits. ”

He nodded and said, "Master, please rest assured. I want others to know that even if I haven't walked anywhere, I can still defeat the other disciples. ”

Old Man Bai shook his head, "Don't underestimate others, although your strength is enough to lead to this year's core disciple, lack of actual combat experience, but you want to be a disciple, there are still certain difficulties, as far as I know, the strength of the top three of the "fist" knife and "Yun Bai, they, there is also a person named 'ghost' me, Lin Wu Inspirational Elder is difficult and even a little surprised, I am afraid that you are not just competitors at the moment." ”

"Master, you didn't tell me, it's better not to fight yet, to fight, otherwise everything is meaningless. No matter how strong the man you mentioned, I will definitely defeat him with my sword. My swordsmanship is invincible. ”

"Well, that's what I said. If not, your biggest opponent is Xia Hulin, and the second is Bai Ruhui, his sword is unpredictable, like a cloud fluctuating, when you meet this person, you must be careful, don't lose to him on the sword.

"Yes, there's one more. ”

A gleam flashed in the old man's eyes, and he remembered another person.

"Who?"

"He is the son of the patriarch. The first day of martial arts was really good, Lin Feng. Lin mentioned Feng, and the old man's face was also a little solemn, "Before you, he was deprived of the identity of a true disciple Nantian, and now he has passed the test and joined the ranks of true disciples, although his repair is not high, there should be only one or two boundary martial arts appearances, but his strength, you must not underestimate it." His swordsmanship, in particular, was a rare enemy among his disciples. ”

"Don't worry, master, as far as swordsmanship is concerned, I won't lose to anyone. ”

The white-robed old man nodded, no matter what else, relying on swordsmanship alone, there were really few people in the entire sect with his disciples, after all, after three years of hard training, Li Liuxing had his own independent swordsmanship style, rather than simply imitating and learning and following the path of others.

This should be very similar to Lin Feng.

"Well, the war is coming. Now let me see your power. ”

Said the old man in white.

Sing!

The sword was drawn from its scabbard, and the cool boy swung it towards the sea of clouds in front of him.

The sword light silently shuttled back and forth, tumbling, and the sea of clouds split nine sword seals, each of which was the same length, with almost no difference, as if it were a copy of the same sword seal.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the white-robed old man. "Nine Swords Coexist! I'm surprised that you've improved your Ghost Sword Shadow art!"

A long history!

He put his sword back into its scabbard and said coldly, "This is not my strength. As long as I don't understand the meaning of the sword, Lin Feng is definitely not my opponent. ”

"Very good, then wait for the teacher to see. ”

The old man smiled and stroked his beard. The other person is right. Without understanding the meaning of the sword, the subtlety of swordsmanship, and the absolute power of a swordsman in the field of kendo, he thought that no one could be better than his disciples.

...

Now, on the top of another hill at the Gate of Providence.

A young man dressed in black, who looked to be about 20 years old, stood on a cliff with his hands behind his back and his eyes looking up at a 45-degree angle.

This person is the disciple of the legendary inner door god, the "ghost god" Xia Houlin.

"Brother Xiahou. ”

At this moment, a beautiful woman in a moonlight robe came over and saluted the young man in black.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?

The young man in black asked without looking back.

There are five days left when the true disciples begin their trials. I'm here to invite my brother. Are you willing to take the test?" The woman continued, bowing her head.

"Yes, of course. ”

The young man in black lit up his eyes, and then his eyes moved slightly, and said, "I didn't expect the real disciple exam to arrive so soon." I wasn't interested in it last year. That doesn't mean I'm not interested in it this year.

Among the inner disciples, he did not think of anyone who was qualified to be his opponent, nor of anyone who was qualified to be his opponent, only true disciples.

He was convinced that with his power, he could have a place even among the true disciples.

He has been an inner disciple for a long time, and now it's time for a change.

Behind the mountain in front of the waterfall.

Lin Feng sat cross-legged, the Tianfu Sword with the scabbard on his knees, and the whole person entered a mysterious and ethereal realm, forgetting both gods and me.

, breaking the thunderous noise does not affect Lin Feng, his view of the world, is no longer the original world, the sound has completely disappeared, and the descent is getting slower and slower, and finally it is just a slow movement, some falling, going out a few drops of water, from time to time in the sun's light flashing colorful, like the most shining crystal.

When he sensed that the waterfall was completely still, Lin Feng opened his cold eyes.

Draw your sword and cut it off!

One action, no half-thread dragging.

In silence, the opposite part of the waterfall splits in two, splitting into two waterfalls that are never connected.

Boom! Boom!

Two loud bangs, splashing water.

"Regrets". Lin Feng looked at the waterfall and shook his head slightly, it's just that the sword, if the waterfall can be completely cut off, it is terrifying, only by understanding the soul of the sword, the meaning of the sword, can it reach this level.

It is the law of nature that water flows downward. It is impossible to change the laws of nature, no matter how delicate the movements of martial arts.

Every swordsman's sword is a dream, it is invisible, and there is a reason why no one will speak, and this is also for the swordsman, when his sword is really understanding something, and can play with the characteristics of the source of the sword, there is no - this move, continue from nothing, and the sword, play yourself in order to understand the sword, the sword will live. It means sword.

The sword intent didn't want to think about it for the time being, but Lin Feng was not without gains, at this time, he had already found the dragon sword of the fifth move and practiced the white dragon breath.

Shout!

A misty and arrow-like breath erupted from his mouth, Lin Feng slowly stood up, his shape shook, and he let out a sharp breath.

Although this is not the meaning of the sword, the artistic conception can be seen as the embryo of the meaning of the sword.

Lin Feng sat in front of the waterfall for an afternoon, and then stood up, ready to call it a day.

The courtyard was dustless, and seeing Lin Feng coming back, Xiao Mu shook his head involuntarily: "You guy, sneaky, it's really not easy to find you."

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Want to see me?"

Lin Feng was a little surprised, at this time, Xiaoyu came to him, what would happen.

Isn't the trial of true discipleship about to begin? There are only three days left. You have to draw lots first. Xiao Muyu spread out his hands, "I'll draw lots for you." ”

"Draw now?"

Cold front Cold front, three days later, is it a draw now?

"Well, first draw lots, and then register the names, so that the deacons and disciples can divide into small groups and count the number of games, which is the traditional rule. ”

Xiao Muyu said helplessly.

"Well, then!"

Lin is walking on the way, the wind is also from Xiao Yumu, the real disciple test this time will be divided into three groups, each group of about 50 people, each group will have dozens of rounds of competition, according to the score of the game win or lose, each group will get the highest real disciple qualification.

The three groups of fifty people each, a total of one hundred and fifty people, are the elite of the inner disciples, selected from the inner disciples.

Deacon's Hall.

There is a wooden box with two deacons next to it.

At this time, there were already many disciples drawing lots.

"Damn, it's really unlucky, how did you run to the group where the cloud knife is as white as black. ”

"You call back this time, my group is the 'ghost god' Xia Houlin, who can defeat him, no way, see him can only abstain. ”

The first group has 'Cloud Knife' as white as black, the second group has 'Divine Fist' Ye Murong, and the third group is 'Ghost God' Xia Houlin, which group must face a giant.