Chapter 2375 The Monument Is Cracked

A look of surprise flashed across the eyes of Yingfeng and others, and they quickly came back to their senses, looking at the Kendo stone tablet with a hint of fear.

"It feels so real." Long Chen's eyes flashed slightly. At that moment, he could faintly feel the blast of thousands of sword energies.

However, when he sensed it carefully, the thousands of sword energies disappeared strangely, as if they had never existed.

"Everyone, be careful. It's best not to get immersed in it, so as not to be hurt by the laws of swordsmanship." Jun Ruohuan said to everyone.

"Okay." Everyone said with understanding. Out of curiosity, they scanned the kendo stone tablet with their soul power and almost got hit.

Fortunately, they woke up in time, otherwise, once they were immersed in the artistic conception of the Kendo Stone Tablet, they would all suffer a big loss.

After all, except for Xiao Fan, Jun Ruohuan and Nangong Xiaoxiao, everyone else is only at the peak of the God Realm.

"Master?" Suddenly, Xiao Tianxie's eyes suddenly fell on Xiao Fan, and he almost screamed.

Everyone turned their heads and saw Xiao Fan standing there motionless, his eyes staring straight ahead, as if he was in some strange state.

At the same time, Xiao Fan's expression changed slightly, a large amount of sweat broke out on his forehead, and his body was trembling slightly.

"No, Young Master, he has fallen into the artistic conception of the law of swordsmanship." Jun Ruohuan screamed, trying to wake up Xiao Fan.

However, at this time, the purple-robed elder spoke again: "Those who don't want to take the test can leave now!"

"Don't worry about the third child. If we can pass, he will definitely be able to pass." Nangong Xiaoxiao quickly gave everyone a look and chose a place to sit down.

Everyone took a deep breath and sat down at the corresponding positions. Others also sat down, but Xiao Fan stood alone.

"You want to pass the test while standing? Doesn't this guy know that the pressure on standing is much greater than sitting down?" One of the old men in white robes narrowed his eyes and said.

"Today's young people are too self-righteous. Since he is standing, let him stand and start counting now." The old man in purple robe said nonchalantly, but he snorted coldly in his heart, as if he was very hostile to Xiao Fan.

Xiao Fan didn't know these things. He had fallen into a strange artistic conception, his body was being strangled by endless sword energy, and a terrible pain lingered in his heart.

This feeling was very real. No matter how much he resisted, he could not resist the attack of the sword energy.

"What a powerful kendo law illusion!" Xiao Fan took a deep breath, unable to extricate himself. He found that he still underestimated the kendo stone tablet.

Originally, he thought that sinking into that kind of artistic conception would allow the black vortex to extract the power of the law, but now he discovered that he was terribly wrong.

He wanted to mobilize the black vortex, but found that he couldn't mobilize it at all. If this continued, he would have to be severely injured.

"I am now trapped in the illusion of the Law of Sword. If I want to mobilize the black vortex, I have to leave this illusion. But once I leave, I cannot sense the existence of the Law of Sword." Xiao Fan felt very depressed.

He had a way to exit the illusion of the Law of Sword, but he did not want to give up the power of the Law of Sword.

For a moment, Xiao Fan didn't know why. Thoughts flashed through his mind quickly, thinking about countermeasures. However, if he continued like this, he would definitely not be able to hold on for long.

Xiao Fan finally understood, no wonder Jun Ruohuan said that he could not sink into the artistic conception of swordsmanship. If it were another person, he would have been seriously injured.

Those who were blown away before are good examples.

Outside, people felt that Xiao Fan was shaking more and more violently, and many people couldn't help showing contempt.

"Who is this kid? He has less than twenty breaths now, and he can't bear it anymore. He's still standing? Doesn't he know that the pressure he endures while standing is two or three times stronger than sitting down?"

"I guess he is another self-righteous guy. The most important thing is that he seems to have fallen into the artistic conception of the law of swordsmanship. I bet he will never be able to hold on for half a cup of tea."

"If you use half a cup of tea, you probably won't be able to hold on for a quarter cup of tea. This is the consequence of being self-righteous."

The onlookers couldn't help but sneer. Although Xiao Fan's name was resounding throughout the Nine Houses and Thirteen Sects of the Tianwu Domain, most people didn't know what he looked like, so naturally they didn't know Xiao Fan.

Yu Wenxian looked at Xiao Fan with a sneer, as if he wished Xiao Fan could be eliminated immediately. If Xiao Fan couldn't even become an outer disciple of Tianwu Mountain, it would be a big joke.

"Number one in the competition for the gods list? Haha, it would be interesting if you were eliminated in the first round of the test." Yu Wenxian sneered in his heart.

"Are you asking for humiliation?" Marquis Yuwen also snorted coldly. He hated Xiao Fan deeply and wished that Xiao Fan would be injured by the Kendo stone tablet immediately.

Time slowly passed, and the time for half a cup of tea was getting closer and closer. Several monks could not bear the pressure and all withdrew from the assessment scope.

If you continue to persist, you will be injured by the invisible sword energy and your Taoist heart will be damaged. If you want to continue to break through in the future, it will be very difficult.

"He's still persisting? Is this guy looking for death?" Someone screamed and looked at Xiao Fan in disbelief.

At this moment, Xiao Fan's whole body was shaking very badly, the sweat on his forehead was dripping like water drops, and his expression was very ugly.

However, he still stood in the same place without moving his feet at all. This scene surprised everyone.

With such strength, if he could sit down or not be immersed in the artistic conception of swordsmanship, it would be a piece of cake to pass the assessment.

After a few breaths, three more people couldn't bear it any longer and quickly backed away, their faces extremely pale.

Seeing that the time for half a cup of tea was getting closer and closer, there were only ten monks present, seven including Xiao Fan and Nangong Xiaoxiao, as well as Qing Ming, Qing Yewu, and the gray-robed old man who had provoked Xiao Fan before.

"It's half tea time. If you pass the first round of assessment, you can continue to persevere or give up." The old man in purple robe said with a very unkind look on his face.

Seeing Xiao Fan pass the first round of assessment, he felt very unhappy.

However, at this time, a sudden change occurred.

Kaka!

A crisp sound was heard, several times louder than the purple-robed old man's voice. Everyone suddenly widened their eyes and looked at the sword monument in surprise.

However, he saw that cracks appeared strangely on the top of the sword monument, as if it had been cut off by a sword energy.

"The sword stele has left?" The crowd was dumbfounded and looked ahead in disbelief.

The five elders, including the purple-robed old man, suddenly stood up, their faces extremely ugly.

"How could it be? How could the Kendo stone tablet be cracked?" One of the old men in white robes exclaimed. He couldn't help but rub his eyes, thinking that he had seen it wrong.

It's no wonder they don't believe it. The Kendo stone tablet has existed for countless years and has never cracked despite the wind and rain.

Even if he is at the peak of the Ancient God Realm, or even if he is attacked by a powerful feudal lord, he cannot move it even a little bit.

But now, the kendo stone tablet is cracked. How can everyone not be surprised by this?

Kaka!

Another voice sounded, and there were more and more cracks on the top of the kendo stone monument, as if someone was slashing at the top with a sword. "Quickly, inform all the peak masters." The purple-robed old man was extremely anxious. The kendo stone tablet cracked under their eyes. They had a big responsibility, which was not something they could bear.