Chapter 639

Song Jian spent three days killing all the bandits on Heifeng Mountain. Several leaders had first-order combat power. Song Jian also relied on Little Stone and sneak attacks to kill these leaders one by one. , especially when killing the big boss, he even used the passive skill "Enemy of Death", relying on the effect of the enemy of death, he suddenly came back to life, causing heavy damage to the big boss, thus killing the opponent and getting him This was Song Jian's most difficult battle;

But now, almost all of them are disciples of the eighth or ninth level, the highest being no more than tenth level, but they have given more experience than monsters of more than twenty levels. How can this not make Song Jian happy?

Even if he didn't use his skills and just relied on his attributes to crush him, Song Jian was one sword at a time, slashing them all to the ground. If he wasn't worried about the examiners taking action, Song Jian didn't even want to keep his hands;

Seeing Song Jian staring at each other in the 100-strong team, there was no one who could defeat the enemy with a single move, and the three examiners all had expressions of surprise on their faces.

"I knew he was strong, but I didn't expect him to be so strong!"

"The most important thing is that he didn't use swordsmanship. It was as if he was swinging his sword with brute force, but the power was so great..."

"No, even though he uses brute force, he can still see a trace of swordsmanship between his strengths. He still knows how to use swordsmanship. This has been deeply imprinted into his marrow and blood, even if it is random. With a single wave, one can also feel the presence of sword intent." Li Guiqing had the highest attainments in swordsmanship, but looking at Song Jian, his eyes were full of horror.

"Sword intent? Brother Li, you mean sword intent? Did I hear it right?" Wang Hai, who was beside him, was shocked, turned his head and stared at Li Guiqing and asked.

"How is it possible, he's just a handyman disciple..." Qin Hua also looked at Song Jian with surprise.

"What happened to the handyman disciple, don't forget our Sect Master, he was a handyman disciple back then..." Li Guiqing glanced left and right and said in a low voice.

"How can this kid be compared to the head..." Wang Hai said with an uncertain look in his eyes.

For him, the impact was too great. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have the talent for swordsmanship at the beginning, how could he have gone to the Sword Casting Hall to become a sword casting disciple?

"Sword Intent, even if it is an official swordsman, there are probably not many people who can comprehend Sword Intent." Qin Hua shook his head and sighed;

The corners of Li Guiqing's mouth twitched. He was one of the official sword masters who did not understand sword intent.

"It is indeed sword intent, but he has just touched the threshold. It cannot be called the real sword intent. However, with his age and attainments, it is only a matter of time before he realizes the real sword intent." Understand the sword intent, but it does not hinder Li Guiqing's eyesight.

"You said, is it because he destroyed Heifengzhai alone?" Qin Hua said suddenly.

Li Guiqing was shocked, and the thoughts in his mind turned: "Should I also find a thief's stockade to destroy it, and try to see if I can understand the sword intent?"

Li Guiqing looked at Song Jian who was dressed in blood, Qin Hua's random words, but they took root in Li Guiqing's mind and grew like weeds.

In just one cup of tea, Song Jian chopped down all the disciples around him to the ground. Most of these people were in a coma, but a lot of them had their bones broken by Song Jian, holding their hands or feet on the ground and constantly rolling and mourning.

"Okay, the winner has come out, ask someone to take the wounded down for treatment." Li Guiqing frowned, looking at the disciples who were wailing and rolling on the ground, and instructed;

"Hand over Song Jian, and we will get close to him. With this person's aptitude, I am afraid that it will not be long before that elder or even the head will value him and become a direct disciple!" Li Guiqing said softly to the two beside him.

Qin Hua and Wang Hai looked at each other and nodded slightly, thinking in their hearts what kind of gift should be given to this handyman disciple, which would not only make the other party show affection, but also not appear too flattering.

At this moment, the three of them were suddenly surprised to see that Song Jian rushed towards the 100-person assessment site next to him. Like a tiger entering a flock, the wooden swords in his hands kept slashing at the surrounding disciples, cutting them one by one. down.

"He, what is he doing?" Qin Hua said dumbfounded;

"Cough, is it too late, I didn't understand the previous assessment rules, and thought I had to beat everyone to pass?" Wang Hai coughed twice.

"Yeah, maybe?" Li Guiqing was also surprised. He could hear that Wang Hai was trying to excuse the other party. However, after splitting so many people in a row, how much stamina is left of your kid, aren't you tired? You are going to provoke public anger!

Song Jian rushed to the second 100-member team, and soon, the team with only 70 or 80 people left was also washed away. Like the previous team, they either fainted on the ground, or covered their hands and feet and cried in pain;

Song Jian took a look at his level and found that he had risen to 69% of level 30. This experience was effortless and refreshing;

The most important thing is that he did not enter the inner door for the purpose of qualification. From the beginning to the end, Song Jian had only one purpose. The first place in the disciple assessment this time, if he did not knock down all the others, he would still How to get first place?

However, after defeating the second 100-man competition team, Song Jian was also a little out of breath. When his eyes turned to the third competition team, the remaining dozens of people suddenly stopped fighting each other. Qi Shushua looked towards Song Jian.

The eyes of almost all the trial disciples were full of anger. At this moment, Song Jian seemed to have really become the enemy of the whole people.

"Huhu, I wiped it, it's a bit big..." Song Jian looked at the remaining trial disciples with a wry smile on his face;

He had already defeated more than 100 trial disciples. Even though their level was much lower than Song Jian, it also consumed a lot of Song Jian's stamina.

Seeing the remaining trial disciples, they stopped tacitly and aimed their spear at Song Jian. The three examiners looked at each other, not only did not stop them, but looked interested: "Haha, it's interesting! "

Song Jian's strength has been recognized by them, but if he cannot defeat the remaining disciples, he will not be able to pass this trial.

"If he fails, then I'll accept him as a disciple!" Li Guiqing stroked his three long beards with a smile on his face. If Song Jian really passed the examination, with his qualifications, he would definitely be accepted by the elder or the head of the sect As a disciple, he won't have his share at that time. At this moment, Li Guiqing has a kind of mentality that it would be fine if Song Jian didn't pass the examination.

"Come up!" With a wave of the wooden sword in his hand, Song Jian shouted at the remaining dozens of people;

Before everyone could react, he was covered in blood, but Song Jian, who was so arrogant, charged towards the dozens of people opposite him with one sword and one sword.

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