Volume 2 Whose Era Chapter 83: Good sword? So cheap.
Wang Chen only felt his body slightly tilted, but he quickly adjusted himself.
At this moment, he was in a dark space.
If he hadn't felt the solid ground under his feet, he would have thought he was floating in the air.
Because there is no reference, I can't feel whether I am moving forward or backward.
"Is this the trial for core disciples? The space is indeed strange, but I can even pass the real Immortal Sect Ruins Trial perfectly, so how can this Cultivation Sect Trial stop me?"
In the darkness, a light blue halo suddenly appeared.
Like water flowing by the bank of a lake or river, it meanders towards him.
It's like painting a vibrant river on a dark canvas.
"Is this used to construct the trial venue?"
Looking at the small river coming towards him from afar, Wang Chen was confused. He suspected that this was the inheritance space building a trial site.
Just like the snow-capped mountains and peaks of the Qionghua School.
However, when the river flowed closer, Wang Chen's expression suddenly changed.
He felt the fierce sword energy from the river.
The gurgling water was actually composed of countless sword energies.
Sword energy becomes a river?
Although it was beyond his expectations, he could easily achieve this level of sword energy.
But this also means that the trial has begun.
break!
The heavy black iron sword in his hand shook, and green light suddenly burst out.
A green sword energy clanged and cut the river of sword energy in half.
Wang Chen didn't know whether anyone could spy on the situation during this trial, so he didn't dare to use the Six Paths Sword Technique. Otherwise, if someone saw the flaw, he would be like a lamb delivered to the door, and be slaughtered at will.
The sword energy floated, and the river slowly dissipated.
The surroundings returned to endless darkness, heavy and depressing.
call.
This time the strange noise came from the air.
In the sky, a huge rock emitting crystal white light was falling from the sky.
The sword points at one point.
The heavy black iron sword came forward with a bang.
With a loud bang, the huge rock shattered.
However, Wang Chen discovered that the boulder formed by the sword energy was at least twice as powerful as the previous one.
No wonder Gu Qianyin said that in this trial the person who persists the longest will win.
Obviously, in this trial space, each sword energy is far superior to the previous one.
Until the trial-taker can no longer withstand the sword energy and retreats.
"Unfortunately, I don't know how long I need to persist to win. However, since Gu Qianyin has a limit of three hours, it proves that this limit is the limit for the worst disciples of the inheritance."
“To stand out, you need at least three or four times that time.”
"But I can't be compared with Jun Mo and those useless people. I will initially set the time to five times, that is, fifteen hours, and then we will act according to circumstances."
Wang Chen made up his mind, raised his sword and rushed towards the swirling sword energy storm in the distance.
"How long do you think the brothers who inherited the legacy this time can hold out?"
Even though they knew that each core trial would take at least two hours before a disciple would be eliminated.
But in the square, many people were still reluctant to leave and started discussing in groups of three or four.
"Although Senior Brother Jun Mo has achieved Nirvana seven times, in my opinion, he is still far behind Senior Sister Qing Shuang."
A young man dressed as a scholar frowned and thought.
"Needless to ask? Senior Sister Qingshuang improved Senior Brother Tu Shendu's record of five hours by half an hour. It's good that Jun Mo can hold on for four hours."
A young disciple in white clothes and tied hair said firmly.
"What about Jiang Yu?" someone suddenly asked.
After a short silence, someone said uncertainly: "I think it will take about three and a half hours."
Compared with these influential figures among the disciples, this conclusion was well-founded and convincing, and many disciples nodded.
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Zheng.
In the pitch-black space, the sharp sword energy whistled and hit a mouse.
Ding!
There was a strange sound of metal colliding.
The mouse was red all over, and was actually made up of sword energy, but its expression and behavior were lifelike, just like a real mouse.
Huh?
This was the first time that the sword energy could not be defeated by his own sword.
Wang Chen was surprised.
The sword energy in this inherited space is truly mysterious, and it can actually form the shapes of all things in the world.
However, before he obtained the inheritance here, he did not think that he could crack the mysterious sword energy law.
Buzz!
The heavy black iron sword trembled, and the rat was smashed to pieces as sword energy gushed out.
In the distance, there was another ray of light.
This time, the light was a dark green.
Oooooh!
It's the howling of a wolf.
This sword energy has already condensed into the shape of a wolf.
Even though they were far away, Wang Chen could still feel the power of the sword, which was far greater than that of the red rat.
It is worthy of being the core trial. This wolf-shaped sword energy alone is enough to surpass many of the inherited disciples.
In sight, a giant green wolf with exposed fangs was running towards them with a fierce gust of wind.
As his true power increased, the sword energy of the heavy black iron sword suddenly burst out.
There was a loud puffing sound, and the green wolf seemed to be intelligent. It dodged all the way and pounced over with incredible swiftness.
kill!
Wang Chen shouted and took a step forward.
Taking advantage of the situation, a terrifying sword energy flew out and hit the wolf's head.
Boom! There was a violent explosion in the space.
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An hour has passed in the outside world.
The tension in the square was no longer there. The focus of the conversation among many disciples had shifted, and people could be heard laughing from time to time.
At this moment, the air in front of the huge stone gate fluctuated and a figure suddenly appeared.
The man's clothes were disheveled and his steps were chaotic. As soon as he appeared, he staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground.
The sudden appearance of this figure immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Is it Senior Brother Zuo Han?" He used the escape talisman. A fourteen or fifteen-year-old disciple exclaimed.
It's only been an hour.
"What do you mean it's only been an hour? You're just talking nonsense. Every year, several inheritance brothers are eliminated at this time of an hour. Zuo Han has only been in the inheritance disciple sequence for a short time. It's good enough that he can hold on for an hour."
Some people defended Zuo Han.
While everyone was discussing, two more disciples were teleported out with grim looks on their faces.
They all retreated under the wolf-shaped sword energy.
In terms of combat power alone, the three of them might be able to defeat the wolf-shaped sword energy, but the risk is too great. Even if they defeat the wolf-shaped sword energy, they cannot become core disciples. Why take the risk?
They were eliminated at the first level. Feeling ashamed, the three of them said nothing and flew away on their swords.
A disciple in charge of the trial stepped forward and snuffed out the timer incense of the three people, indicating that they had failed.
At this time, there were only fifteen left out of the eighteen incense sticks.
far away.
A powerful sword energy was approaching rapidly.
The sword energy came extremely fast, and before anyone could react, they saw Jun Hou floating down from mid-air with his hands behind his back.
The sleeves of his clothes rubbed against the air, making a rustling sound. He was dressed in white with long fluttering hair, like a god.
From the time he was in the air to the time he landed, there was only one person in his eyes from beginning to end.
"Qingshuang?"
"Why is she here?"
There was a flash of brilliance in the prince's eyes.
"Junior Sister Qingshuang actually has time to watch the core trial. How rare!"
The prince smiled, his face was handsome.
Several female disciples nearby felt their hearts skip a beat.
“Just take a look.”
Qingshuang is neither cold nor hot.
With a smile on his face, Jun Hou paced slowly to the stone gate.
This action immediately became the focus of the whole audience, including Qingshuang, whose eyes were all on him.
"rise."
Following a low shout from Jun Hou, a flying sword that was as white as snow and piercingly cold suddenly floated into the air, emitting a dazzling green light.
Buzz!
The long sword shook and drew a semicircle in the air, and the light slowly faded away.
"Junior sister, how do you think of my sword technique?"
Jun Hou put away his sword and smiled.
Behind him, several thin silver nails had already shot into the rocks while everyone's attention was focused on the flying sword.
As he paced, his true energy was like an invisible hand, smoothing out the tiny holes.
No trace at all.
Qingshuang's pupils shrank.
“Nice sword.”
Qingshuang responded calmly.
These two words have homophones, but no one thinks of them in a wrong way.
Because the one who was speaking was Qingshuang, and the other party was Junhou.
Both of them are the top geniuses of the Qiankun Sword Sect.
As if he was very dissatisfied with Qingshuang's cold attitude, a gleam of light flashed in Junhou's eyes and he walked down the stairs in a few steps.
Qingshuang's gaze followed Junhou's footsteps and there was an inexplicable vigilance in her eyes.
