Chapter 1089 Sword Trial Formation

"It's Qingchi Ancestral Sword!"

"It's really Qingchi Zujian, it's the first time I've seen it!"

The Qingchi Ancestral Sword is the treasure of the Qingchi Sword Sect, and it is usually in the hands of the headmaster or the Supreme Elder. Of course, ordinary disciples have no chance to see it, that is, core disciples like Jian Xiaoshuang and Jian Fenghong, who have the opportunity See, can even use some. 56 Shuku new URL:

Jian Xiaoshuang and Jian Fenghong had indeed tried the Qingchi Ancestral Sword. Jian Fenghong didn't have any outstanding performance when using the Qingchi Ancestral Sword, which was similar to his master Jianyi.

But Jian Xiaoshuang was different, Jian Xiaoshuang was able to be so valued by Jian Wufeng at such a young age, mainly because Qingchi Zujian was stronger in Jian Xiaoshuang's hands than in Jian Wufeng's hands.

This made Jian Buyi a little uncomfortable. His master and apprentice were completely outmatched by Jian Wufeng and his apprentice. This meant that Qingchi Zujian would still be passed on to Jian Xiaoshuang for the next generation.

Of course, even if the sword is not easy, even if he is upset, he still knows the general situation, and he will not do excessive things to compete for Qingchi Zujian.

"Little friend Yi Yun, let me let you try this Qingchi Ancestral Sword. A powerful power is sealed in this Qingchi Ancestral Sword, and non-kendo wizards cannot use it."

As Jian Wufeng said, the Qingchi Ancestral Sword flew up in his hand and shot at Yi Yun!

"Snapped!"

Yi Yun firmly grasped the hilt of the sword, and grasped the Ancestral Sword of Qingchi. Yi Yun immediately felt an indescribable feeling of wildness.

Undoubtedly, this was a peerless sword, but Yi Yun faintly felt a bit of regret from the blade, as if the sword had suffered serious injuries.

"This sword..."

Yi Yun pondered for a while. He had a faint feeling that this sword had an unusual origin, but it was a township of the Qingchi Sword Sect, so Yi Yun naturally didn't think too much about it.

With Qingchi Zujian in his hand, Yi Yun felt the sword intent in his body surge up.

"Little friend Yi Yun, there is a sword-testing array on the sword-serving platform. This sword-testing array was discovered by my Qingchi Sword Sect in an ancient ruin, and it was restored by formation masters of the past generations. Up to now, it is considered an exquisite sword formation. Formation."

"The sword test formation can be presided over by one or more people. They can be regarded as examiners. The sword intent and laws comprehended by the formation leader can be perfectly projected on a sword clone through the formation technique, and the sword clone can be used to fight. The energy of the formation is the same, the strength of the avatar itself is the same, it is absolutely fair, and the second is that you can display the most powerful swordsmanship without worrying about getting hurt."

Jian Wufeng gave an introduction to the Sword Serving Platform. Just letting Yi Yun show off his sword moves would not show the power at all. There must be an opponent.

"Then, the host of the sword test formation..." Jian Wufeng was planning to appoint someone to preside over the sword formation, but Jian Fenghong stepped forward and said, "Uncle Master, this disciple is willing to host the sword test formation." .”

"Oh?"

Jian Wufeng looked at Jian Fenghong, testing the power of the sword array completely depended on the master's swordsmanship and comprehension of laws, and had nothing to do with cultivation.

Jian Fenghong has cultivated the sword for more than four hundred years, and his achievements in the way of swordsmanship are considered good, but he can be the host.

"Can."

Jian Wufeng agreed.

Then, with a wave of his hand, two nine-star sword stands appeared on the edge of the sword stand. The sword stands were covered with inscriptions, and nine swords were inserted around them.

Jian Fenghong looked at the Nine Stars Sword Platform, and then at Yi Yun, with a smile on his lips.

Everyone is jealous, and Jian Fenghong is not a person with low moral character, but in front of the junior sister he admires, the head of Qingchi praised a young man younger than himself so much, Jian Fenghong As long as you are not a saint, you will feel more or less uncomfortable.

The Sword Serving Platform was an excellent opportunity, he wanted to dampen Yi Yun's spirit.

Jian Fenghong drew out his two-handed sword, and stood on the Nine Star Sword Platform like this. He looked at Yi Yun and said, "Go up to the sword platform, show all your strength, don't blame me for bullying the small, you Since being valued so highly by the sect master's uncle, there is always some ability, and I will not show mercy."

"I don't need a sword platform." Yi Yun simply responded with two words, which made Jian Fenghong's eyebrows twitch.

"what?"

"I'm still used to fighting with my own hands." As Yi Yun spoke, he walked straight to the center of the Sword Serving Platform.

"Fight in person?"

Jian Fenghong frowned. Fighting between fighters, unless the difference in strength is relatively large, such as Yi Yun and Jian Xiaoshuang, the winner can be easily determined when Yi Yun controls the power of the sword move. In the event of a victory or defeat, one party may be injured.

Jian Fenghong used the sword avatar, and Yi Yun himself played. Jian Fenghong would not be injured even if he lost, but Yi Yun was different. Not impossible.

"You fight in person, and I want to accompany you, but my cultivation is far superior to yours, and my foundation is deeper than yours. Fighting in person, it is difficult for me to suppress my cultivation to be exactly the same as yours. I still use the sword clone to fight, Xiu In order to be equal to you, it is absolutely fair. I warn you, I will not keep my hand, don't blame me if you are seriously injured."

Facing Yi Yun's casual answer, Jian Fenghong felt unhappy. He planned to make Yi Yun suffer.

The next moment, white light shrouded, and Jian Fenghong's figure disappeared into it.

At the same time, around Yi Yun, those Qingchi Sword Sect disciples who were originally only tens of feet away seemed to be pulled away suddenly, leaving only a figure the size of a grain of rice in their field of vision. The same was true for the smooth stone wall. For a moment, Yi Yun's surroundings became empty.

And on this empty sword-serving platform, a figure appeared, this is the clone formed by the sword energy, it is Jian Fenghong.

All the disciples of the Qingchi Sword Sect watched this scene. Jian Fenghong presided over the test of the power of the sword formation, and the disciples present still remembered it vividly. After all, Jian Fenghong was a big brother. He has always been strict, and I don't know how many people have been tortured to death on the sword-serving stage, that is to say, Junior Sister Jian Xiaoshuang will get all kinds of care when she comes on stage.

"Where's your sword power? I'm going to make a move!" Before Jian Fenghong drew his sword, he specifically reminded Yi Yun that he was quite confident.

At this time, Yi Yun didn't have any momentum on his body. When fighting a warrior, he had to gather his momentum first, so that he was in the best fighting condition. Sometimes just relying on his momentum could tell the difference between the winner and the loser.

Yi Yun didn't gather momentum, so his subsequent attacks would naturally be much worse than gathering momentum.

"It's up to me whether to build momentum or not. You don't care what to do. I have practiced martial arts for so many years, and I rarely fight against opponents of my level. Why bother to gain momentum when fighting an opponent of the same level?"

Yi Yun has practiced martial arts for decades, and he has fought beyond the ranks many times. However, he rarely fights against opponents with the same level of cultivation. Yi Yun called it the opponent's.