The black-robed examiner landed on the pool, his feet stepped on the water, and from time to time ripples rippled from the soles of his feet, and his fingers pointed directly at the Baizhang mountain wall in the air, and the deep voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"This is the sword training wall, and it is the place where my Taixu ancestor practiced swords in the past. ”

"The third level of entry. The black-robed examiner changed his words: "It's up to you to see how many sword moves you can see on this sword practice wall." Time limit for a stick of incense, begin!"

After saying this, the black-robed examiner immediately closed his eyes, and his right hand kept pinching his fingers, and the speed was extremely fast, and he began to time.

Ye Qinghong, Long Haotian and the others didn't dare to slack off, and immediately broke the branches into swords, and began to carefully observe the sword marks on the mountain wall, crisscrossing and crisscrossing with different shades.

"Comprehend the sword with the wall. Mo Bei's brows furrowed slightly, and he whispered to himself: "It depends on understanding, but ...... This sword mark is intertwined, how can I figure it out?"

Without a clue, Mo Bei could only bite the bullet and try his tricks with a sword.

"This sword has a deep mark and a lot of force. The sword blade is arrogant and domineering! Vigorously slashing!" Mo Bei's eyes lit up, he took half a step, swept through thousands of troops, and the sword suddenly appeared in front of him.

"This mark is shallow, the force is small, I think it is a false move, or to retreat as a defense!"

Mo Bei snorted slightly, his eyes quickly scanned the mountain wall, his toes tapped the ground, his figure floated into the air, three feet back, and the void slashed.

Mo Bei's brows furrowed slightly, and he shook his head and said to himself: "No, no, one of these two moves is extremely aggressive, and the strength of the other is fluctuating." The fit between the two tricks is a little blunt. It shouldn't be. Huh......"

Speaking of this, Mo Bei's gaze suddenly fell on a small dot depression among the two sword marks, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey, it turns out that there is another trick, no wonder!" Mo Bei's heart moved, and the green sword made a little gesture: "This sword mark is a thorn." There was only such a point, and it was almost ignored. I'll give it a try!"

Mo Bei took another half step, waved his hand, and the sword light swept sideways.

At the moment of drawing the sword, his left foot took a slight step back, and his wrist flicked: "Thorn!"

The blade of the sword turned, turning into a thorn, and the figure involuntarily retreated.

"The third move, flirt!"

Mo Bei let out a low voice, his wrists went up, his arms were forced, and his sword followed his hand, instantly slashing towards the void from below!

"Attack with a sword, force the enemy to retreat, and then make a virtual move, eliminating the hostile counter-killing trend. The third move seems to be retreating, but in fact, retreating is advancing. Complement each other!"

Mo Bei's eyes lit up: "That's right, that's it! The three moves are both offensive and defensive, and there are some and some are late." It's natural, and it's a tacit understanding. ”

"This Taixu Patriarch really lives up to his name, with three swords in his hand, the sword moves are ethereal, intimidating, powerful, powerful!"

"Haha...... Come again!" Mo Bei laughed, concentrating on immersing himself in his sword, his gaze moving closely with the sword marks on the mountain wall.

"Fourth, fifth, six swords!"

His gaze shifted, skimming over the sword marks. As soon as his mind moved, the sword technique in his hand changed out, the sword shadow and sword light, brilliant and colorful, and the tiger and tiger were full of wind.

He was only immersed in his own world, and everything in the world was no longer relevant to him, and he did not feel that time was passing quickly.

Until the examiner screamed.

"The time limit has come!"

only then did Mo Bei pull out of his addiction.

"Sixteen moves, dancing wildly to the moon!" Mo Bei exclaimed, his wrists kept shaking, and his sword was scattered. In the moment when the light was about to dissipate, it suddenly burst out with dazzling light again, blooming one after another, almost enveloping Mo Bei's whole body, the wind was howling, and it was extremely piercing!

"Whew! Sixteen moves, sixteen moves. Mo Bei wiped the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and sighed happily: "I didn't expect that the swordsmanship could be so tricky and fit so tacitly." It's really beneficial!"

"Haha, sixteen moves. Lao Tzu's talent is not blown!" Long Haotian held a sword in one hand and shouted excitedly: "Even if you pass the test with thirteen moves, Lao Tzu can exceed three moves!"

"Hmph, what a smugness. Ye Qing glanced at him, and poured cold water on him with some anger. Ever since Long Haotian bullied her and was relieved by Mo Bei, Ye Qinghong seemed to have a hard time with Long Haotian and always liked to hit him.

Ye Qinghong turned her head again, looking at Mo Bei with burning eyes, and a shallow blush appeared on her pretty face: "Brother Mo Bei, I have realized the seventeen swords, how are you?"

Mo Bei was speechless when he heard this, he thought that he could see that the sixteen swords were already very powerful, who would have known that this little girl was actually super perceptive, even more powerful than herself!

Mo Bei smiled bitterly: "Sixteen swords, it's still not as good as your understanding." ”

"It's okay," Ye Qinghong's eyes rolled, thought about it, and said with a smile: "Actually, the time for a stick of incense is too short, so if you give a little more time." Brother Mo Bei must be able to see more sword moves! Brother Mo Bei is the most powerful. ”

Suddenly, a shout exploded in the crowd.

"What! Chen Qingzhu saw twenty-one swords!"

"Tsk, the four geniuses are really extraordinary, they can pass the test with twelve moves, eighteen moves, but they are not geniuses!"

"Twenty swords! That Ji Wuxian even realized twenty swords! Sure enough, he is a genius!"

"What's the big deal about that, huh. With this kind of talent, you dare to call it a genius?genius, how can you call it at will?" The children of the Fang family pouted disdainfully, and returned the favor with the other way, and said, "We, Senior Brother Fang Luoyou, have seen the twenty-two swords!"

That Ji Wuxian's face was a little unsightly, he secretly hated in his heart, clenched his fists, and his grim gaze swept over Fang Luoyou in the crowd, and bursts of anger filled his chest.

Lao Ba saw that Ji Wuxian's face was not good-looking, his eyes rolled, and suddenly fell on Mo Bei, with a disdainful sneer on his face, he shifted his gaze and sneered: "It turns out that Mo Bei, who is known as the Blood Demon, has just seen the Sixteen Swords. I thought it was a real person, but that's it. ”

The children of the Ji family around nodded one after another, diverted the topic, and said one by one: "Yes, yes, just this little bit of understanding, it makes people laugh off their big teeth." What kind of genius do you say, the first hurdle is just shit luck. ”

"I'll see it for a while, this kid will definitely be eliminated! ”

His voice was neither loud nor small, and it happened to be heard by everyone around him.

When Ji Wuxian heard this, his face looked a little better, and Yu Guang glanced at Mo Bei contemptuously, his nostrils were facing the sky, and his face showed a trace of disdain.

"This Ji family, I want to find fault! It's just hateful!" Ye Qinghong's face turned pale with anger, clenched his pink fist tightly, and his teeth creaked: "Brother Mo Bei, it's much stronger than that Ji Wuxi!"

Long Haotian rolled up his sleeves and scolded angrily at the old eight: "What kind of thing are you, you don't even see the sixteen swords, it's your turn to speak!?"

The atmosphere suddenly tensed and stretched into a line.

For a time, the two sides were tense and geared up.

Mo Bei patted Long Haotian on the shoulder and held him down, took half a step forward, blocking in front of Ye Qinghong, his voice was indifferent, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he was extremely calm.

"Ignore them. ”

The news immediately spread, and that Blood Demon, the Blood Demon who created the Qingfeng Sword Technique last time, only realized the Sixteen Swords this time.

Ye Qingshuang frowned slightly, Fang Luo looked at Mo Bei with a friendly look, and many people breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that it was nothing more than that, the last victory was just luck!

"Alright. ”

The black-robed examiner glanced at Mo Bei and Ji Wuxi, and although his voice was flat, it revealed undoubted majesty.

The sharp eyes scanned everyone's face. Like an arrow, it pierces everyone's heart. The powerful momentum rose to the sky in an instant, pressing on everyone's hearts.

For a while, everyone's faces changed slightly, and they were submissive, their eyes dodged, and they didn't dare to say a word again.

"Next," the examiner waved his right hand, his robe curling in the void, and a wad of rune paper and countless wolf brushes appeared in front of him

"Deriving the Sword Technique!"

As soon as these words came out, the pile of talisman paper and brushes moved in the wind, flying all over the sky, scattering in all directions, floating around, and falling into the hands of every young man.

The examiner paused, then spoke, and said coldly: "I will demonstrate the three moves, and through these three moves, see how many changes are hidden in these three tricks."

If you deduce twelve changes, you will pass the test! If you don't reach twelve changes, you will be eliminated!"

After saying this, the green sword behind the examiner came out of its sheath!

"Drink!" the examiner snorted, put his feet on the void, jumped forward, grabbed the void with his right hand, and grabbed the hilt of the sword. Swipe sideways.

"Woohoo!"

Dao Dao sword light bloomed in the palm of his hand.

The sound of breaking through the air, constantly whistling, lingering in the ears.

The examiner's figure was like a ghost, erratic, his pace was fast and slow, sometimes step by step, sometimes stride meteor.

Such a strange action is dazzling.

All the teenagers present frowned violently, staring intently at the examiner who was wielding the sword shadow in the void, and fell into deep thought.

I saw that the examiner's wrist was shaking, the sword flashed from time to time, and his body leaned back strangely, with strange movements and thousands of postures.

It's just that the sword never stopped, and the sword body "groaned" and buzzed, as if it was stabbed by a sword, but the examiner's wrist flicked, and the pace was half a step backwards, and the sword suddenly turned, and it turned into a slash, and the void was horizontal.

"It's amazing. Ye Qinghong pursed her lower lip lightly, and her willow eyebrows frowned lightly: "This is clearly only three moves, but it makes people feel as if it is all-encompassing, containing thousands of moves, amazing, strange." ”

When Long Haotian heard this, he cried and said, "I, I can't see it with a sword......

"These three moves, where has changed. I clearly felt that the man was not dancing swordsmanship at all, but slashing. Long Haotian stared at the sandalwood that was only four-fifths burned, and he was sweating profusely.

"Don't worry," Ye Qinghong reminded in a low voice: "What you see is only the surface. These three tricks are varied. Look at ......" Ye Qinghong pointed to the examiner's wrist and continued:

"Look at the man's wrist, constantly flipping, every twist, it looks like a thorn, but in fact, it can also evolve into flirting, alternating between virtual and real. With the pace of swimming, a posture can have thousands of tricks to evolve. ”

"If the enemy attacks head-on, you can turn left and stab the sword diagonally, this is a change, if the enemy splits, you can retreat and flash again, and the sword is left and right, this is the second change!"

Long Haotian squinted his eyes and carefully stared at the examiner's feet, waist, and hands for a long time. Suddenly it became clear and grateful: "I know! Thank you, thank you!"

After that, he immediately picked up his pen, wrote and drew on the yellow paper, looked at the examiner from time to time, and constantly sketched the outline of the sword move, and deduced the changes.

It's a pity that many of the teenagers present are not as lucky as Long Haotian, most of them are frowning, beads of sweat the size of beans and soybeans are constantly flowing, I don't know how to write, and the yellow paper is blank.