Chapter 21: Genius Inspiration! The Eighth Sword!
"Seven Sword Techniques training?" The remaining boys in the scene couldn't help but furrow their brows, whispering to each other: "I will now demonstrate these seven moves once, watch closely!"
The examiner shouted loudly and pointed at the Lingjian in the sky with his finger!
That spiritual sword suddenly transformed into a flowing shadow, piercing through the void and falling swiftly into the examiner's hand.
In that instant, the elegant demeanor on the black-robed examiner's body was swept away. A shocking and majestic aura burst forth and shot up into the sky!
His entire being merged with his aura, sharp and fierce to the extreme, as if he was the sword, and the sword was him!
That fierce and powerful momentum, like a shocking tide, came crashing down like an avalanche, constantly impacting everyone's soul, making people dare not look straight at him.
Sword intent overwhelming heaven!
"The First Move!"
At the moment when that sharp momentum soared to its peak.
The examiner has moved!
His figure transformed into a streak of light, his toes lightly treading on the void, his speed was as swift as lightning, leaving behind a trail of illusory afterimages.
Sword shadows varied and numerous, bursting forth in the void with countless sword flowers, extremely sharp, dense sword rain, moving with the wind, incredibly fast, covering the sky and sun, the momentum of attack was breathtaking!
"The second move!"
The sword's momentum suddenly shifted, its tension changing in an instant, a fierce gale erupted, and the sword's intent was continuous.
The examiner transformed his sword into light and slashed horizontally, cutting down one after another.
In the void, all sorts of crescent moon-like glows suddenly appear! Intersecting and colliding, a fierce gale erupts!
"The third move!"
With each loud shout from the examiner, the sword's momentum suddenly shifted, its moves swiftly changing, a gentle breeze blowing, causing people's eyes to dazzle and become disoriented, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
After seven moves.
The examiner halted his figure in mid-air, sheathed his sword, and retracted his aura. The sharp atmosphere instantly dissipated, returning to its original state.
And all the young men were dumbfounded, their eyes wide with shock and amazement, unable to utter a single word.
"This, this is how I practice?" Long Hao Tian's face was twisted in a strange expression, his mouth twitching uncontrollably: "This is obviously making things difficult for people... Those seven moves are ever-changing and unpredictable, how can anyone master them?"
As the examiner finished his sword trial, a loud crash was heard in the sky, and a water mirror appeared, on which was clearly reflected the pattern of the examiner's seven swords!
Long Haitian let out a sigh of relief and said, "This is more like it!"
Ye Qinghong said, "Since Taiwei Zhenjun created these seven moves to test his disciples, he must have had a reason. If he didn't make it difficult, wouldn't that be letting people in blindly and getting into the Taixu Sect?"
Everyone immediately grasped the time and started practicing sword!
"The sword moves are changing in many ways, and they are also the basic swordsmanship evolving and transforming." Mo Bei looked at those patterns.
Deep in thought, muttering to himself, his eyes slightly narrowed, his left hand clasped to his chest, his right hand pinching his chin, his mind constantly recalling those seven moves.
"Amidst all changes, it remains constant."
"The first move...... The second move,......"
A flash of insight streaked across Mo Bei's mind, his eyes lit up, and he clenched his fists: "Hmm? I get it! So that's how it is! The first move, Sword Like Raindrops, is actually a basic sword technique - Thrust!"
"The second move, sword light like a rainbow, slash, chop!"
"That's it!"
Mo Bei fiercely swung his fist and drew his sword!
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"
In an instant, Mo Bei's green sword shot out of his hand like a venomous snake baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, spitting out snake letters in a frenzy. The sword trail was cunning and treacherous, mixing reality and illusion. It formed a large patch of dense raindrops, fiercely stabbing into the void.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
The sword rain was a slash in the air, swinging and slashing in the void, but it burst out with a clear and crisp sound, making people's eardrums ache.
The sword wind is fierce, and it makes people's cheeks ache.
"Second move! Slash!"
Mo Bei's waist suddenly twisted, turning back with a sword! The sword light flashed, swinging and slashing out an arc of light in the air, like a bright moon in the sky, fiercely chopping down!
The air was cut off by a splashing sound, producing a strong shockwave, and the people were involuntarily pushed back several steps!
"The third move!"
Mobei's giant strides were like shooting stars, his footsteps swift as flying. Fierce winds followed him wherever he went. His sword moved with his heart, its movements following his every desire, the offensive opening and closing grandly, sometimes relaxed, sometimes urgent.
Ye Qing's eyes widened, and a hint of unusual color appeared in her bright eyes as she stared at Mo Bei without blinking, her red lips tightly pursed, with an expression full of admiration.
"A solitary smoke in the desert! A river of spring water flowing eastward! Mountains and rivers outside the mist...... Walking alone on the grand road!"
Six moves in a row, completed with one breath!
The sword moves in a connected manner, perfectly natural and harmonious, with a silent understanding that reaches the extreme, without any sense of awkwardness or hesitation.
At this moment, Long Hao Tian's eyes widened in shock and his face was full of surprise: "I spent half a day thinking hard to master three moves. Mo Bei big brother has... already figured out six moves!"
Ye Qinghong also showed a look of astonishment, her small mouth slightly agape: "Mo Beigong is so amazing! To know that these seven new sword moves are considered passed if five swords are cultivated! Those who can comprehend the sixth move are truly geniuses!"
Long Hao Tian said: "No way, I have to speed up now, must practice the Five Swords!"
Ye Qinghong nodded and said: "Me too!"
They also started practicing swordsmanship diligently!
After a long time, Long Hao Tian let out a breath and said: "I've mastered the Five Swords!"
Ye Qinghong also said: "I have also practiced it, and I have cultivated the sixth sword!"
"Long Haitian, look," Ye Qinghong's bright eyes sparkled with a hint of excitement as she slowly scanned the surrounding boys: "The time limit is almost up, everyone has stopped! Only my Mo Beigong brother and a few others are still practicing!"
Long Hao Tian looked carefully and indeed it was.
Time's up.
Those more than three thousand young men had already stopped practicing their swordplay; the ones who had successfully cultivated the Five Swords were cheering and jumping for joy, while those who hadn't were covering their heads and crying, with gloomy expressions.
Among the more than three thousand young people, at this moment, there are still twelve people whose bodies are still dancing. The sword tips and sword flowers are constantly blooming in the void around them, without stopping.
The examiner stepped into the void, his gaze constantly sweeping over the twelve people present, all of whom had furrowed brows. His face was calm as he thought to himself: "Not bad, not bad. This time's disciples are much more talented than the last batch."
"Fang Luoyou, he has comprehended the Seven Swords. Given his comprehension ability, it's quite rare. Fang Luoyou, hmm... His swordsmanship comprehension is among the top three in the young masters of aristocratic families. Comprehending the Seven Swords is reasonable."
The examiner's gaze slowly swept across, nodding repeatedly: "This Ye Qingfeng and Ji Wubing, hmm..."
The examiner's gaze, when wandering to Mo Bei's body, suddenly paused: "This... this kid's face is unfamiliar, I think he should be a grassroots disciple... unexpectedly, this time our Tai Xu Sect has picked up a treasure."
Among these twelve people, the other eleven were all outstanding disciples of various large families. In contrast, Mo Bei, who was wearing tattered clothes, stood out even more.
Everyone's attention was drawn to him.
Mo Bei, however, was completely unaware of their gaze, his entire being inwardly focused, fully immersed in the intent of his sword.
After six moves, he did not withdraw his momentum and had not yet sheathed his sword.
The sword body was trembling rapidly, emitting a faint glow; the unity of man and sword seemed to resonate with Mo Bei's heart, excitement that could not be suppressed.
At this time——
Cries of surprise came from the crowd: "Wow, Ji Wubing Shixiong has actually figured out the Seven Swords!"
Ye Qinghong and Long Haotian hastily looked over.
The crowd dispersed, leaving a large empty space.
All that can be seen is a figure in sky blue, rapidly darting about in the empty space; the green sword in hand stirring up countless sword flowers with its movements.
With Ji Wu Bing's soft drink, the sword tip suddenly became sharp and fierce, merging with his body into a single entity, covering a layer of dazzling light, and rushing straight to the sky!
The sword's momentum was fierce, and wherever it passed, a strong gust of wind suddenly rose, mixed with a sense of frenzy, rushing towards people, blowing their hair into disarray. The young men around couldn't withstand the turbulent air waves caused by the sword's splashing, and they retreated in all directions, unable to get close!
Her every sword move was effortless and clean, with no unnecessary or vicious moves, nor any feints.
Although it was so, the sword move did not lose its murderous intent, and the young men's expressions changed as they dodged its edge.
Draw sword and kill people, one sword seals throat.
"Give it all to me!" Ji Wu Bing, suspended in mid-air, narrowed his eyes, exuding a cold aura, overbearing and tyrannical. With an imposing tone, he suddenly bellowed: "Get out of the way!"
In the void, he flicked his wrist and the blue sword swept across the void.
A violent gust of wind suddenly pressed down, forcing the surrounding youths back dozens of meters, knocking them to the ground.
Witnessing this scene, all the disciples started muttering and complaining in a low voice.
The young master of the Ji family nodded and said: "Haha, this time Brother Ji Wubing has really made our Ji family proud!"
"That girl is too arrogant, practicing sword alone is one thing, but she actually chased everyone away."
Ye Qing's face turned red as she pouted, muttering a few words under her breath before turning back to Mo Bei, a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "Mo Bei gege, you must surpass him, can't let that Ji Wu Bing be so arrogant!"
Long Hao Tian furiously said: "You arrogant guy, this Wudao Platform isn't yours alone!"
Immediately afterwards, Ji Wu Bing's thunderous roar shocked everyone into silence.
"The Eighth Sword!"
The words fell down——
Her slender body, rapidly spinning in mid-air, the green sword on top, with a flash of light. In the void, more than twenty flowing shadows were swung out, like blooming flower petals. A spiral-shaped frenzy of air waves burst forth from under the sword's edge!
"Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!"
Hundreds of sword energies, like heavenly maidens scattering flowers, covered the sky and earth, densely packed, countless! Pouring down on the ground.
"Ding ding ding ding!"
He descended onto the Wugou Platform, and within a radius of over ten feet, the ground was cut away in a layer, with shattered stones flying about, revealing countless two-inch-long sword marks.
Overwhelming!
All the boys gasped in unison, their eyes filled with astonishment and shock.
The crows and sparrows have fallen silent!
In the eyes of the examiner, there were occasionally flashes of sharp light.
"What a wonderful eighth sword!"
"Those who can comprehend the Seven Swords are already extremely rare, and those who can comprehend the Eight Swords are even more scarce! That girl, Wang Wu, is truly worthy of being called a genius!"
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