"Didn't you say you wanted to test it? Zong Shou is not talented, but I want to test whether or not this Small Heaven Sword Formation is worthy of its name …"
When his words landed, the entire drill field suddenly became silent. Not only were Yin Yang and Chu Xue stunned, but the group of young cultivators in front of the palace were totally silent. Even Liang Miaozi was stunned.
A short while later, a loud laugh spread out. A person rose into the air and landed on the Sky Sword Platform. It was the old man surnamed Lin that Huang Yi called Senior Grandmaster. He smiled towards Zong Shou, "Kid, although you aren't big, your tone isn't small. Interesting. However, since you know the rules of my sect, you should also know that once you enter the Sky Sword Platform, you won't be responsible for your life or death? Unless you don't use any true qi or spells, you won't be able to last a hundred breaths … "
Zong Shou nodded his head slightly, holding the Pine Pattern Wind Sword in his hand. He didn't hesitate at all as he walked towards the center of the platform, "No need to talk nonsense. I, Zong Shou, naturally know the rules of your Lingyun Sect!"
How could he not know? In his last life, since he knew about the Sky Sword and Heaven Talisman platforms, he had created a new character and came to challenge them every day.
Other people avoided this stone platform like the plague. However, he treated this Small Heaven Sword Formation as well as that set of talismans as a sharpening stone to train his sword skills and talisman drawing techniques.
Even now, he still remembered that it was a total of 2,372 times, 365 days and nights.
When the Minor Heavenly Cycle Sword Formation was finally broken through, his swordsmanship had also reached great success.
In a short three years, the Sword Emperor Tan Qiu had appeared out of nowhere in the God Emperor Manual.
When the old man heard that, he wasn't angry, nodding his head, "It's good that you know! Since the end of the Desolate Era, a total of 13,700 people from Donglin Cloud Continent came to challenge the Small Heaven Sword Formation. From Xuanwu ancestors to initial stage Martial Warriors, no one was able to win. The number of people who died on this platform was even close to three thousand. Recently, the number of people challenging this formation has been decreasing. I, Lin Fei, have only seen three people in these four hundred years. Even though you have a dual meridian body and are unable to cultivate, you are still able to cultivate. However, to dare to step on this stage is already praiseworthy courage … "
Chu Xue, who was below the stage, was shocked and instinctively wanted to go forward. However, she was pulled back by Yin Yang, "There's no need to worry. You've seen the Crown Prince's swordsmanship, Xue. It's extraordinary. It shouldn't be difficult to last for a hundred breaths. "
Chu Xue felt a little relieved, but when she turned her head to look, she saw something. Yin Yang's expression was also incomparably solemn, his face filled with worry.
Liang Miaozi, who was not far away, scoffed coldly, "Challenge the Small Heaven Sword Formation? You really don't know what death is! "
Before Lin Fei could finish his sentence, a look of impatience appeared on Zong Shou's face. He smiled awkwardly and said no more. A talisman was shot out, turning into a dozen or so spiritual lights that penetrated into the bodies of those human-sized wooden puppets.
The eyes of the eighteen puppets instantly shone with a red light. Their entire bodies gave out cracking sounds, like an old machine that was being activated once more after hundreds and thousands of years.
Zong Shou coincidentally stepped into the center of the stage, his long sword pointing diagonally. The game company of the God Emperor game said that they had completely recreated this sword formation in the virtual world, and they were even better than the real one. However, the real Small Heaven Sword Formation was still a little different from the imitation in the game. After seeing so many advertisements from those unscrupulous merchants, he didn't find it surprising.
Who knows whether or not he could take it?
Those puppets moved for a moment until all the cracking sounds of their joints disappeared. Only then did they step forward in an orderly manner, giving out a loud explosion sound.
Following which they took several steps forward in unison. Eighteen bright swords, cold light shooting out in all directions!
Zong Shou smiled slightly, taking three steps to the left. Only to see the eighteen puppets change their positions. Each action, each step, they were all standard and precise to the extreme, not messy at all. Then, a total of nine long swords came from all directions, stabbing straight at him.
Even if he had seen numerous sword formations in his last life, Zong Shou still couldn't help but exclaim. As expected, there weren't any weaknesses that he could take advantage of.
This sword formation was indeed exquisite. The eighteen sword puppets looked out for one another, and their cooperation was exquisite to the pinnacle.
If it was a living person using it, they might be able to use more Power, but they definitely wouldn't be able to do it so seamlessly.
However, this feeling was slightly different from the sword formation that he was familiar with.
He didn't plan to take it head-on. Zong Shou stepped out once more, taking two steps to the right. He pretty much brushed against the sharp sword glows as he flashed out of this small circle. Following which his body was like a butterfly flying through flowers, moving about within the sword formation. He was in a tight spot, but he was also really slippery.
Chu Xue, who was below the platform, couldn't help but tightly grab onto her shirt.
On the platform, Lin Fei, who seemed to have fallen asleep after activating the sword formation, opened his eyes once more and exclaimed.
"His footwork is not bad, he does have some foundations …"
After pondering for a while, more doubts appeared on his face. No matter how good his footwork was, it was impossible for him to advance and retreat as he wished within the sword formation. The Small Heaven Sword Formation wasn't unchangeable.
Unless this person's combat talent and intuition were terrifyingly strong. Or his own sword path attainments were really deep!
However, no matter which one it was, for a thirteen-year-old kid, it was just too shocking.
In front of the palace gate, there were originally sounds of laughter and chatter. However, at this moment, it slowly quietened down as they all looked towards the stone platform.
They originally thought that the battle would end in just a few rounds. However, it still hadn't ended till now.
The person that they had mocked was still standing on the platform. His extremely handsome face had a faint smile on it, which made one unconsciously feel intoxicated.
"Not bad! Speaking of which, this person isn't truly useless. His talent should be really good. What a waste. Or is it because his bloodline isn't pure? With dual meridians, no matter how good his talent is, it is useless! "
"It has already been forty-eight breaths! If he dodged so easily, not to mention a hundred breaths. Even four hundred breaths would be easily passed … "
However, there were some people who still had mocking expressions, "Easily passed? Lingyun Sect's Small Heaven Sword Formation isn't just for show. That year, my ancestor also challenged it. With his Xuanwu ancestor cultivation, he lost at four hundred and twenty breaths. This person can advance and retreat as he pleases. That is the true killing move. It hasn't even begun! "
In the crowd, there was a fourteen-year-old teen whose eyes didn't shift away as he looked at the feet of Zong Shou on the platform. His eyes shone brightly, revealing a burning glow.
Beside him was a girl of the same age, youthful and charming. At this moment, she suddenly turned around and smiled, "Fei Bai, you have always called yourself a martial arts maniac, saying that you are one of a kind in Donglin Cloud Continent within the past ten years. However, from what I see, this Zong Shou is a little stronger than you. Why don't we make a bet and guess how long he can last? "
"I'm not betting!"
That teen decisively shook his head and looked at Zong Shou's right hand. "I heard that a thousand years ago, there was an ascended expert who attacked, but he could only fight to a draw with this sword formation. However, this person hasn't used his sword before, so I can't guess, and it's not easy to guess … "
That Pine Pattern Wind Sword actually didn't move from start to finish! In the eyes of the teen, this sword was like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass, extremely dangerous. It was okay if it didn't move, but if it did, it would be fatal.
The young girl's eyes constricted, following which she shook her head, "If you don't want to bet, then let's not bet. However, I'm guessing that Liang Miaozi is regretting it so much that his intestines are turning green. Although I can't see through this Zong Shou, I know that he is holding back a lot of his strength. Four hundred breaths isn't a problem. I heard that this person has a close relationship with Zong Shi's master and has helped him a lot in the dark. However, this time, our future senior brother's face won't look good! "
As she said that, the young girl started to gloat.
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