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With a flash of light, Liu Ming fell outside the path of Sword Qi. He staggered back, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He was stunned.
"How is this possible?"
"How could I have failed?" Liu Ming's face was filled with astonishment when he regained his senses. He could not believe that he had failed.
Three hundred meters!
Liu Ming had advanced three hundred meters, which was the furthest he had advanced so far. It was far better than the second place, but it was useless.
A failure was a failure.
One meter and nine hundred and ninety meters were both failures.
The failures of the previous people didn't cause much of a stir, but Liu Ming's failure had an obvious impact.
The 130th place on the Demigod List in the City of Suppressing World, a sword practitioner in the second tier of the Demigod level, could only advance three hundred meters.
Was the path of Sword Qi so difficult?
What was the mystery of the Three Questions of the Sword Principle?
Liu Ming was a little depressed. He looked like he had lost his soul. It was completely different from his previous high-spirited self.
What a blow!
If even he couldn't enter the Dongting Sword Garden, who else could?
Top 100 on the Demigod List?
Maybe, but not necessarily.
Liu Ming had only advanced three hundred meters on the path of Sword Qi, which was a thousand meters long. There were still seven hundred meters left.
He hadn't even passed the first of the Three Questions of the Sword Principle, the Sword Body, let alone the Sword Essence and the Sword Heart.
Liu Ming's failure made everyone pay more attention.
"This is the standard of the Yiyuan Sect." On the Void Ship of the Fengling Sect, a disciple of the Fengling Sect chuckled. Then, as if he had lost all his weight, he floated toward the path of Sword Qi as if he was carried by a gust of wind.
His voice wasn't loud, but it seemed to be carried by an invisible wind, spreading all around and entering everyone's ears.
The people of the Heavenly Punishment Army sneered, but the people of the Yiyuan Sect looked unhappy. They were vaguely angry.
It was obviously contempt.
Let's see what you can do.
"Junior Brother Yang still loves to show off." On the Void Ship, a blue-robed disciple of the Fengling Sect said with a slight smile.
But his tone didn't sound reproachful.
"Eldest Senior Brother, Junior Brother Yang's sword is just like his temperament. If he were to change his temperament, he wouldn't be him," a female disciple said with a smile.
The disciple of the Fengling Sect gently landed on the ground, and with a light tap of his toes, his whole body floated forward. His azure-gold robe fluttered in the wind, giving him a carefree and unrestrained aura, which was very eye-catching.
Enter!
The Fengling Sect disciple continued to move forward. His speed was much faster than Liu Ming's, who was known for his speed. Moreover, he had the calmness and freedom that Liu Ming lacked.
"The Wind Spirit School is good at wind. Their disciples mainly cultivate the sword." Su Luan spoke, and his voice was transmitted to Chen Zong and Lin Weiyin's ears. "Infusing the way of the wind into the sword, and becoming one with the sword, the body and the sword will move with the wind."
"Humph, what's the use of being fast?" Liu Ming said angrily.
It didn't take long for the Wind Spirit Gate's disciple to cross the three hundred meter mark, overtaking Liu Ming. In an instant, Liu Ming's face turned ashen, unable to say a word.
In the face of the truth, everything was just sophistry, pale and powerless.
At the three hundred and thirty-three meter mark, the Fengling Sect disciple paused for a moment, thinking that he was going to stop there. However, he took a step forward, as if he had stepped into a new world, and continued to move forward. Soon, he had crossed the four hundred meter mark.
Five hundred meter mark!
Six hundred meter mark!
At the six hundred and sixty-six meter mark, the Fengling Sect disciple paused again, and as if he had broken through the shackles, he continued to move forward.
Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
However, a figure attracted everyone's attention.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine meter mark!
The Fengling Sect disciple was already standing in front of the gate of the Dongting Sword Garden. He looked back and smiled. That smile seemed to be a little proud, but also a little provocative.
Immediately, he turned around and took a step forward, crossing the last meter and entering the Dongting Sword Garden.
As soon as he entered the Sword Garden, he disappeared in front of everyone.
First!
After nearly a thousand people had been eliminated, there was finally the first person to enter the Dongting Sword Garden.
"Wang Jun, you go." On the void spaceship of the Heavenly Punishment Army, a young man in a dark red robe and wearing a half-blood-colored mask sat at the bow of the spaceship. His eyes were as black as gems, and the long sword in the crimson scabbard was pressed against the bow of the spaceship, while the other was resting on his shoulder. He seemed to be a little idle, and the temperament he exuded seemed to be somewhat decadent.
However, no one dared to underestimate him, because the Heavenly Punishment Army on the spaceship clearly regarded him as their leader.
"Yes, young marshal." The young man with a somewhat powerful figure and a blood-colored sword on his back immediately stood up. His posture was as straight as a sword, and his voice was low and powerful as he responded.
Then, Wang Jun took a step forward, and in an instant, his entire person erupted with a ball of blood-colored Qi. It was as if a flame was burning, and the power it exuded was extremely shocking.
With a boom, Wang Jun turned into a beam of blood-colored light and rushed out of the spaceship in an instant. Like a blood-colored meteor, he charged out with an unparalleled aura of iron and blood.
At the same time, several dozen sword cultivators from the two galaxies under the rule of the Unorigin sect flew out as well. They all charged towards the path of sword Qi, intending to try their luck as well.
The disciple of the Wind Spirit sect had managed to enter the Dongting Sword Garden, encouraging them once more.
Without personally attempting it, they would never be able to understand the mysteries and difficulties within.
"Piss off!" Wang Jun roared in a low voice. In an instant, an iron-blooded murderous aura exploded forth. Like a raging wave, it directly charged towards the dozens of people.
The several dozen sword cultivators all trembled, and their expressions changed drastically. They felt like they had entered a hellish battlefield filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The sounds of slaughter shook the heavens, and the killing intent surged over like a tide, wanting to drown and swallow them whole.
Suffocation!
All of them felt like they were suffocating. Their faces paled, and they unconsciously retreated as their bodies went limp.
From the looks of it, they had clearly been heavily injured in an instant.
"So domineering!" Someone immediately frowned.
"I've heard that the people of the Heavenly Punishment Army are all like this. They kill decisively, and their iron will means what they say. They're extremely domineering," said someone who had some understanding of the Heavenly Punishment Army.
"They're a bunch of lunatics," muttered someone. Their expression was very ugly, as if they had suffered at the hands of the Heavenly Punishment Army.
The Heavenly Punishment Army!
It was unusual for them to be named after the army.
Wang Jun was so domineering, so naturally, no one would dare to provoke him for the time being.
Thus, just like the disciple of the Wind Spirit sect, Wang Jun also stepped onto the path of sword Qi alone.
His movement technique was not as light and graceful as the disciple of the Wind Spirit sect, but it had a kind of steadiness to it. It was as steady as a mountain, unshakable, and like a violent wave, it pushed forward with astonishing might.
Hidden within that steadiness were traces of sharpness that belonged to the sharpness of a sword.
Chen Zong stared carefully. Wang Jun's advance was very steady, and did not speed up or slow down in the slightest.
However, at around 333 meters, there was an obvious pause. However, the pause was shorter than that of the disciple of the Wind Spirit sect. He continued to move forward, stopping again at 666 meters, and then continued forward.
At 990 meters, Wang Jun's figure paused, but he did not turn back. Instead, he stepped into the gate of the Sword Garden and disappeared.
The second one!
Another one entered the Sword Garden.
"I'll go." Xie Yang immediately stood up, unable to sit still.
How could he let the people of the Wind Spirit sect and the Heavenly Punishment Army be in the limelight? This was the territory of the Yiyuan sect.
With a flash of sword light, Xie Yang turned into a gust of wind and flew out.
Chen Zong recognized Xie Yang at a glance. After all, they had fought side by side on the Desolate Dragon Star. He could see that Xie Yang's strength seemed to be several times stronger than when he was on the Desolate Dragon Star.
The strength of a true disciple of a Galactic level force might not be as strong as some veteran Demigod rank experts, but his talent was definitely superior. As long as he was given some time and opportunity, he would be able to grow rapidly and surpass those veteran Demigod rank experts.
The desolate dragon bloodline on the Desolate Dragon Star was not ordinary. It was innately powerful, and could be considered a good opportunity.
If it were not for the fact that the intelligence of the desolate dragon could not be compared to that of a cultivator's, it would be possible for them to become a powerful race in the void.
To become a powerful race, it was necessary to have a good brain. Otherwise, even if their bloodline was extraordinary and their talent was high, but they were stupid without any intelligence. In the end, they would only become the prey of others.
The human race was innately inferior to many races in the void. However, they were able to dominate the void because of their superior intelligence. This was something that the majority of the void races did not possess.
Chen Zong thought of the desolate dragon on the Desolate Dragon Star that was not afraid of death and was buried with its king. He could not help but sigh with emotion. Soon after, he withdrew his thoughts.
Xie Yang instantly landed and immediately stepped into the path of sword qi. At first, his speed was very fast, but after 333 meters, his speed began to decrease. Obviously, he was not as fast as the Fengling Sect and the Tianxing Army.
After 666 meters, Xie Yang's speed decreased again. It began to become very difficult for him to move forward.
This scene immediately made the disciples of Yi Yuan Sect frown. They faintly felt that something was wrong.
900 meters!
At the 900 meter mark, Xie Yang stopped. He couldn't go any further. His raised foot was in the air. It seemed like he wanted to put it down with great difficulty, but it was as if there was something blocking his foot. He couldn't do it no matter what.
A force rebounded. In an instant, Xie Yang could not resist. His whole body was catapulted out of the path of sword qi.
After landing, Xie Yang seemed to hear a burst of laughter. Suddenly, his expression changed. He could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood. His aura was weak.
He was only slightly injured after being catapulted out. However, he felt as if he had been laughed at. His strong self-esteem could not bear it. It was one disaster after another.
"Are those the disciples of Yi Yuan Sect?" On the void spaceship of Fengling Sect, the light laughter was like the wind. It was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.
The faces of the disciples on the void spaceship of Yi Yuan Sect were very ugly.
At the same time, they were secretly shocked. Even Junior Brother Xie Yang could not enter the Sword Garden. What was the mystery of the Three Questions Test on the path of sword qi?
It should be known that Xie Yang ranked fifth among the successor disciples of Sword Palace of Yi Yuan Sect.
"I'll go." A seemingly older young man stood up. Without making any gesture, he streaked across the void and landed on the path of sword qi.
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