The east was turning white, and the sky was getting brighter. However, the thick clouds covered the rising sun, and the mountain wind whistled back, adding a sense of chilliness to the already deserted mountain, as if it was a sign that something different might happen today.
Wang Yan stepped into the Outer Deacon's Yard accompanied by the morning wind. Mu Jing's yard was a little more dilapidated than usual. The yard walls were full of potholes, which were the traces of the last war. The untended flower beds were full of wild weeds. If it weren't for the short-haired woman who was also wearing the uniform of a Handyman Disciple, Wang Yan would really think that he had come to the wrong place.
"Are you here for the assessment?"
The short-haired woman's hearing was very sharp. As soon as Wang Yan stepped into the yard, she turned her head and looked at Wang Yan from head to toe.
Wang Yan also felt a little strange about this short-haired woman. He now knew that the Handyman Disciples were actually low-level monsters in the eyes of the players. In the past half a month, the Handyman Disciples in the sect had long been harvested by the group of Jianghu people. He was really a little curious about where this woman came from.
Wang Yan didn't say anything, just nodded, and his eyes fell on the short-haired woman and looked around. This woman was not tall, but her arms were quite thick, especially her hands were full of calluses, which were obviously caused by holding weapons for years. More importantly, when facing this woman, Wang Yan faintly felt a trace of killing intent. Such a woman naturally couldn't be a newcomer, but Wang Yan searched his memory and couldn't find any corresponding information.
After getting Wang Yan's response, the short-haired woman turned sideways and crossed her arms. She squinted at Wang Yan and said, "Since you are here for the assessment, make your move. Now there are only a few Handyman Disciples left in the sect. Let's get rid of you as soon as possible. I still have business to attend to."
Hearing the short-haired woman's words, Wang Yan couldn't help but frown slightly. He naturally felt the contempt and arrogance in the woman's words. In the past half a month, he had killed many people with his sword, but there really weren't many who were so arrogant. And arrogant people either had the ability to be arrogant, or they were arrogant fools. This woman …
"As you wish!"
Wang Yan did not waste any time. With a loud shout, he activated his Inner Energy and activated his Vigorous Footwork. With a few large strides, he arrived a few meters in front of the short-haired woman.
The short-haired woman didn't seem to expect Wang Yan to be so straightforward. When she saw Wang Yan charging at her so violently, the corners of her eyes couldn't help but twitch, and she couldn't maintain her arrogant posture of crossing her arms. She immediately tapped her feet on the ground, and as her figure retreated explosively, she reached into her bosom with her right hand. In the next instant, there was a 'clang' sound of a sword, and a sword light flashed across the sky, and a foot-long short sword appeared in the woman's hand.
Wang Yan's figure came to a halt when he saw the sword light spreading across the sky. Immediately after, he took a few steps with his left and right feet and circled around in the direction of the Eight Trigrams. His entire body was like a fish in water as he slid past the edge of the sword light and headed straight for the short-haired woman.
"Don't even think about it!"
The short-haired woman didn't know where Wang Yan came from, but she didn't dare to let Wang Yan get close to her. Her figure circled to the side, and the short sword in her hand swept in the opposite direction. The foot-long blade immediately slashed at Wang Yan's waist. Her sword move could not be said to be bad. In addition to dodging, she also advanced to block Wang Yan's path. Most importantly, this sword move was to deal with the follow-up changes of the Eight Trigrams Steps. Just from this sword move, it could be seen that this woman was experienced in fighting and was not someone easy to deal with. If Wang Yan wasn't careful, this sword move would immediately become a killing move.
In that split second, Wang Yan couldn't help but recall the scene of the skinny old man pointing at him with the Blood Sword Finger. His eyes flashed, and he immediately shifted his feet. His entire body strangely retreated half a step, and the edge of the dagger swept past his waist.
In the next instant, without waiting for the short-haired woman to change her move, Wang Yan's feet tapped the ground, and his entire body immediately rushed forward in a straight line.
"This is not the Eight Trigrams Steps!"
The short-haired woman exclaimed. But before her voice fell, Wang Yan's left hand condensed into a sword finger and shot towards her right hand, directly attacking the wrist of her hand that was holding the sword. The short-haired woman was also not ordinary, and it was obvious that she had some understanding of the Blood Sword Finger. Her hand that was holding the sword suddenly loosened, and when the short sword fell to the ground, she retracted her right hand to avoid Wang Yan's finger. And her left hand came out of nowhere. Just as her right hand retreated, her left hand grabbed the hilt of the sword, and then backhanded the sword towards Wang Yan's ribs.
This close combat was really dangerous everywhere. The short-haired woman reversed the situation with one move, and backhanded the sword to kill.
"Hmph!"
However, in the face of this sword, Wang Yan snorted coldly. Without waiting for the short-haired woman to swing the sword, Wang Yan's right hand sword finger shot out like a snake that had been dormant for a long time. Just as the short sword was about to move, his sword finger suddenly touched the blade.
Buzz, buzz, buzz …
Between the finger force, the body of the short sword shook violently, and the tip of the sword instantly stagnated in the air, unable to move an inch. At this moment, Wang Yan's left hand sword finger was like a dragon coming out of the water, moving forward with indomitable will to attack the short-haired woman's face.
"You …"
As soon as the short-haired woman cried out in surprise, Wang Yan's sword finger had already touched the center of her eyebrows.
"You've lost!"
Wang Yan's cold voice rang in the short-haired woman's ears. When the short-haired woman heard this, she was immediately furious, and her face turned red. "I haven't lost!"
Before her voice died away, Wang Yan only felt a chill under his ribs, and it turned out that the woman had waved her sword in a backhand. Wang Yan never expected this woman to be so rude and unreasonable. In a flash, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and the sword finger that was touching the short-haired woman's eyebrows slightly shook. However, at the moment when the finger force was about to be released, a loud shout exploded in his ears like thunder from the Ninth Heaven!
"Enough!"
As the voice entered his ears, Wang Yan was shocked, and the horrible scene on the Iron Chain Bridge involuntarily appeared in his mind. The sword finger stance on his hand was immediately broken, and his body could not help but soften. But after thinking about it, he found that his mind was clear, and it was completely different from that day.
"Is it another kind of Killing Skill of Sound?"
Wang Yan had deliberately inquired about the means used by the master of the Great Freedom School that day, and knew that it was the Killing Skill of Sound that could only be practiced by masters of the Late Physical Body Realm and Clasping Yuan Stage. Wang Yan did not know much about this kind of secret skill, but he knew that this kind of secret skill was divided into several effects such as' Cutting God 'and' Breaking God '. The Killing Skill of Sound used by the master of the Great Freedom School that day was a typical Cutting God secret skill, and it was extremely lethal. With a roar, Wang Yan's consciousness was cut in half. If it were not for Miss Four who saved him later, he would not have survived that day. As for the Killing Skill of Sound that he was suffering at this time, it was obviously another kind.
After a while, the abnormality on Wang Yan's body disappeared, and the short-haired woman opposite to him was obviously also affected by the Killing Skill of Sound. She had already lost the stance of the backhand sword, and her whole body looked soft.
"This is a competition between fellow disciples. Why do you have to fight with your life?"
A figure flashed into the field. Wang Yan looked at it and saw that it was Elder Chen Tong who gave him the sword manual token that day. He immediately cupped his hands and bowed, saying, "Disciple greets Elder Chen."
"Humph."
Elder Chen obviously had no impression of Wang Yan. He snorted coldly and said to Wang Yan bluntly, "Even if that sword of hers can hurt you, it can't kill you. But with that finger of yours, even if she doesn't die, she will only be a stupid cripple in the future. Why do you have to be so ruthless in a competition between fellow disciples? "
Wang Yan originally listened to the teachings of a disciple, but when he heard Elder Chen's words, it was as if a ball of fire exploded in his heart. He couldn't help but say, "Disciple's martial arts are all honed in life and death situations. It is difficult to know the severity of the situation in a hurry. I only know that if I encounter danger, I must be one step faster and take the opponent's life!"
Chen Tong didn't seem to think that Wang Yan would talk back, and his reply was so sharp. His eyes flickered slightly, looking at the Deacon's Yard that was full of decline, he suddenly became depressed and murmured, "Yes, the entire outer gate has thousands of odd job disciples, and now only the two of you are left. If you don't have such a ruthless mind, I'm afraid you won't be able to survive. Forget it."
As he spoke, Chen Tong took out three secret manuals from his bosom and handed them to Wang Yan, saying, "I have clearly seen your martial arts cultivation, so there is no need to test it again. This is the internal cultivation method of the fifth level of the Sword Origin Heart Sutra. The last two moves of the Blood Sword Finger and the Stepping Sword Steps are what you deserve."
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