Sword Saint Space
At the peak of the Xuanjian peak.
A few elders riding on flying swords flew out from the peak and landed in the sky above the Sword Tomb.
One of them stroked his beard and said with a faint smile, "This year's disciples are all top-notch talents from all over the world. There should be a pleasant surprise."
"I hope so."
"The pressure that the Heaven Sect's Hong Wanjue is giving us is too strong. The number one expert of the younger generation in Southern Tianyu, his strength has already reached the war emperor realm. This is no longer something that can be described as a genius." An old man frowned.
Another female elder said faintly, "Hong Wanjue is the son of Sect Master Hong Wantu. His strength is not his sword, nor is it his talent or potential, but his bloodline. I heard that there is an extremely powerful bloodline hidden in his body. He has reached the War Emperor realm at the age of twenty. If he did not have the help of a mysterious bloodline, it would be impossible."
"Sigh …"
"Let's not talk about this."
"Let's see if there are any special disciples this year."
"Maybe, maybe one or two of these hundred thousand disciples are even fiercer than Hong Wanjue?"
The few elders looked at the disciples outside the Sword Tomb.
They all knew in their hearts that the number one genius of Southern Tianyu, Hong Wanjue, was unrivalled in hundreds of thousands of years of history.
In the entire Southern Tianyu, no one could compare to Hong Wanjue in terms of talent.
Their hopes for these hundred thousand disciples were just words. They all knew in their hearts that no one could compare to Hong Wanjue.
It was just that …
They also wanted to find one or two disciples with decent talent, at least to raise the morale of the sect.
This was because, in Southern Tianyu, the pressure that Hong Wanjue gave them was simply too great, and it was unbearable.
Looking at the disciples below swarming into the Sword Tomb, the four elders had bitter smiles on their faces. One of them said with a bitter smile, "Sigh … Looks like this year is even worse than last year."
"Last year, at least there was Zhou Tianyu to hold the fort. I'm afraid this year …"
"If everyone was like Zhou Tianyu, then our Xuanjian sect would be able to contend against the Heaven Sect."
"Zhou Tianyu's comprehension of the Sword Dao has reached an astonishing level. He is already a genius among geniuses. Even in the entire Southern Tianyu, how many people can compare to him?"
"Zhou Tianyu, this disciple, if you nurture him well, he will definitely be able to reach the war emperor realm in the future. At the very least, he will be able to earn some face for the Xuanjian sect."
…
The four of them were a little disappointed with this year's assessment.
Because …
These disciples only knew about the assessment. Many of them didn't even know what the Sword Tomb was. Seeing others rush in, they followed.
Sword Mound, a grave of swords.
Just as they were about to leave in disappointment.
The female elder was shocked and said, "Wait, what are you looking at that young man doing?"
"Which one?"
The female elder pointed at Long Fei, who was standing there silently. At this time, Long Fei picked up a small branch in his hand.
The other three looked over.
An elder said faintly, "I don't think he can squeeze in."
Another elder said, "It doesn't seem like it."
"Look, his eyes are closed as if he's comprehending something."
"Huh?"
"What is he looking at?"
"He's staring at the two words' Sword Tomb 'on the cave, could it be?"
Suddenly.
The four of them looked at each other, and their faces darkened. Almost at the same time, they said, "Could it be that he has comprehended something?"
The four of them held their breaths as they quietly looked at Long Fei.
His heart was incomparably nervous, as if it was a moment of life and death.
… ….
A loud explosion sounded in Long Fei's mind.
Following that.
Long Fei picked up a branch from the ground and closed his eyes.
It was also at this moment.
His mind was attracted by some kind of strong force, and Long Fei gave up control.
With a 'whoosh' sound, the power of his mind directly entered the two words' Sword Tomb '.
"Shua!"
"Sword Drawing Style."
"Shua!"
"Sword Raising Style!"
"Broken Sword Style …"
… ….
When the Solitary Nine Swords was unleashed, it was completely out of Long Fei's control, and he couldn't help but unleash his sword technique.
At the same time as it was unleashed.
The sharpness of the two words' Sword Tomb 'continuously appeared in his mind. This kind of sharpness seemed to be able to lift something heavy as if it was light, but also seemed to be able to pull out mountains and rivers, raging waves, and also appeared to be as calm as still water. It was very strange.
"What is this?"
Long Fei couldn't help but ask, "Where is this?"
"This is the Sword Saint Space."
"You are the first person to enter the Sword Saint Space so far."
In the void, there was a thick old voice that seemed to come from a person who hadn't made a sound for a million years. It was extremely special.
"Sword Saint Space?" Long Fei was shocked, "I know about Sword Saint Master Yi, but I don't know that he has a space."
"Cough, cough, cough …"
"Although this is the Sword Saint Space and my surname is Yi, I'm not a master, but a Sword Saint."
"Kid."
"The fact that you are able to open the Sword Saint Space means that you have a very unique potential, and your comprehension of the way of the sword is higher than that of ordinary people. I have been here for a million years, and even the first generation Sect Master of the Xuanjian sect only left with a peerless divine sword, and was unable to open the Sword Saint Space.
"The first generation Sect Master of the Xuanjian sect? A peerless divine sword, it seems like the legend is true. " Long Fei immediately giggled: "Senior, the Grandmaster of the Xuanjian sect did not open the Sword Saint Space to obtain a peerless divine sword. If I open the Sword Saint Space, will I be able to obtain ten peerless divine swords as a reward?"
"Wow!"
"Ten, I'm too excited."
"One for Jojo, one for Liu Luoxi, one for Ye Ziyan, one for Xiao Tiantian, two on his shoulder, two on his back, two in his hand, ten peerless divine swords, can't beat you? I will smash you to death with a holy artifact, this scene is simply too cool. "Long Fei began to show off.
"No way!"
"I'll just exchange for points."
"If we go catch the Golden Dragon or something like that, then our days will be even better." Long Fei was excited again. The matter of killing the Golden Dragon in one shot made him incomparably nostalgic.
The lucky draw system was too exciting.
Just as he was about to marry a fair, rich, and beautiful woman and walk towards the peak of his life.
The Sword Saint suddenly shouted, "There are no more peerless divine swords."
Then …
Long Fei's beautiful dream was shattered, and he asked suspiciously: "You are a Sword Saint, if you don't have a peerless divine sword, there must be other better holy artifact, this is in line with your identity as a Sword Saint, am I right?"
"Even if you don't have a peerless divine sword, you should still give it to me. A peerless divine blade or something, right?"
The Sword Saint replied, "No."
Long Fei was a little unhappy, "No matter what, I was the one who opened the Sword Saint Space, there should be some other swords, right?"
Even if it wasn't a holy artifact, anything else would do.
Exchange points was also good.
However.
The Sword Saint said, "I don't have any more swords here."
Long Fei stared at him with slanted eyes, staring at him without moving for a full ten minutes, "Do you feel embarrassed? You should at least give me something now, right? "
The Sword Saint replied, "Not at all."
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