Chapter 427: Yijian Sect, Young Man in White

The Killing Domain is the most chaotic and bloody domain in the Xuanhuang World.

The Baizhan Territory is the area where the forces of the Xuanhuang World are most frequently contested.

Hundreds of Wars, Hundreds of Wars, as the name suggests, hundreds of forces are destroyed every year, and more sects are born.

In short, wars, killings, destruction, rebirth, etc. are constantly taking place in the Baizhan Territory, and prosperity and decline have become the norm in the Baizhan Territory.

Some people once said that Baizhan Domain has the final say whether the Xuanhuang World is in chaos or not.

Baizhan Territory, Jingshui Mansion.

As one of the most powerful kendo sects in the past, it has gradually begun to decline since the death of the immortal swordsman in the sect.

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Today is the day when the Yi Jian Sect opens its doors to accept disciples. Nearby families and casual cultivators have sent geniuses to come and become their disciples.

But a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and Yi Jianzong still has a place in the Hundred Battles Domain relying on its past heritage.

Therefore, there are still many people who come to learn from their teachers. Although it has not reached the level of a huge crowd, it is not an exaggeration to describe it as an endless stream.

If you want to survive in this battlefield where wars, killings, destruction, and rebirths are constantly taking place, the Yi Jian Sect does not have very high requirements for the qualifications and strength of its disciples. As long as they reach the Golden Core realm, you can participate in the entry test.

"I finally entered the Yi Jian Sect."

"The road to becoming a strong swordsman begins here."

…

Many geniuses, after a lot of effort, finally completed the basic test, entered the mountain gate of Yi Jian Sect, and came to a wide square.

On the high platform of the square, an old man with gloomy eyes sat cross-legged. He was wearing a gray robe, and his eyes were extremely sharp, like a murderous sword, making it impossible to look directly at him.

"I am the sword-wielding elder, responsible for your final assessment." The old man in gray looked at the people below, his eyes cold, but also vaguely mixed with a little expectation.

This time, I wonder if there will be a few monsters or swordsman geniuses.

No matter what happens, just giving birth to a few swordsman geniuses will do.

After all, facing an increasingly complex situation, their Yi Jian Sect is having a hard time, and they need a few young talents in the new generation to change the past decline.

The elder holding the sword thought about it secretly, and then said loudly: "Okay, let's not talk nonsense. Our Yi Jian Sect does not have so many rules. When you complete the test and step into the mountain gate, you will be a disciple of the Yi Jian Sect.

However, this is just an ordinary disciple. If you want to become a sword cultivator disciple, you still need to complete the last test, which is to withstand the pressure of the 'Sword Trial Monument'. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the elder holding the sword flicked his finger, and a huge crack suddenly opened in the space in front of him. Then golden light shone out, and a huge ancient stone tablet flew out of the crack in space and landed on the square.

"boom!!"

The moment this ancient stone tablet fell, it made a deafening sound, like the roar of thunder, making the souls of everyone present tremble.

What frightened them the most was that an invisible and terrifying 'power' centered on the stone tablet and spread in all directions, making everyone present tremble and turn pale.

Some people fainted and fell to the ground because they couldn't bear the 'power' and were quickly taken away by other deacons who were guarding here.

"This is the Sword Trial Monument, the legendary peerless Taoist soldier."

"It is said that a long time ago, the ancestor of Yijian held this sword tablet and fought in hundreds of battle fields, sweeping through thousands of sects and becoming invincible."

"However, after the death of Patriarch Yi Jian, no one can use this sword tablet anymore. It can only be used as a test of the disciple's sword talent."

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There was a lot of discussion in the square.

Many of the people who came to take part in the assessment were from families in Jingshui Prefecture and surrounding prefectures, so naturally they all had extraordinary experience.

A few people looked at the sword monument in the distance with greedy light in their eyes.

I kept thinking in my heart that if I could possess such a treasure, there would be nowhere in the world that I couldn't get it from, and there would be people in all realms who could stop it.

The sword-wielding elder could clearly see the thoughts of the little guys below in an instant, and he couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

A treasure like the Sword Monument is not an ordinary Taoist weapon at all. Not even he can master it, let alone these little guys.

Otherwise, how could this sect-level treasure be reduced to a sword test monument for selecting disciples' swordsmanship talents.

"Very good. You have withstood the first pressure of the Sword Trial Monument, which proves that you all have a certain talent for swordsmanship. As for others who cannot bear it, they can only become ordinary disciples and cannot accept the core of our Yi Jian Sect." The elder holding the sword said.

When everyone heard this, they were all happy.

They had never thought before that the 'momentum' that just emitted was actually a test.

At the same time, some people were secretly glad that they had persisted, otherwise they would have been eliminated directly like the few unlucky guys before.

The core of Yi Jian Zong is swordsmanship. If you can't get in touch with the inheritance of swordsmanship, what's the point of joining Yi Jian Zong?

Therefore, when they learned that they were one step closer to the inheritance of swordsmanship, they were all overjoyed.

"The 'shi' just now is just a selection test. Next, you will line up, come over one by one, and place your palms on the sword test monument. As long as you can make the sword light condense on the sword test monument, you can become me. A swordsman disciple of Yi Jian Sect.”

At this time, the sword-holding elder spoke again.

After hearing this, everyone started queuing up and came over one by one to touch the sword test monument.

However, instead of condensing sword light, the Sword Testing Monument released a gray light that would knock anyone who came into contact with it away.

Everyone suddenly panicked.

The Sword-wielding Elder said loudly: "Don't panic. The Sword-Testing Monument will only knock away those who have no talent for swordsmanship or have poor talent for swordsmanship. Even so, it can't cause any real harm to you. At most, you can just rest for three or two days."

After listening to the words of the Sword-Wielding Elder, everyone calmed down and took another look at the unlucky guy just now. Sure enough, it was not a big deal, but his face was a little pale.

Then one by one touched the Sword-Testing Monument.

The second one had better luck. As soon as his palm was placed on the Sword-Testing Monument, there was a reaction. A sword light about a foot long condensed on the Sword-Testing Monument.

The young man who placed his palm on the Sword-Testing Monument was full of excitement and excitement.

However, something precious in his body seemed to be sucked dry, and his body twitched and he couldn't stand steadily.

First, seeing the strangeness of the young man, everyone else was stunned.

It was not knocked away, and the Sword-Testing Monument also condensed a sword light. Why did it become like this?

"One-inch sword light, weak sword talent, can be a sword disciple." The voice of the sword-holding elder sounded faintly on the high platform.

Immediately, a black-robed deacon suddenly fell, grabbed the young man, and took him away from the sword-testing monument to rest.

Someone couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, elder sword-holding, this sword-testing monument will not have unknown side effects on us, right?"

This question is the focus of everyone.

Everyone looked at the sword-holding elder on the high platform.

The sword-holding elder smiled and said: "The sword-testing monument is a treasure. It takes some price to use it to test the sword-path talent. This price can be mental power or spiritual consciousness. Of course, it has its own limits and will not cause any harm to you. You can recover after a few hours of rest."

This explanation finally made everyone feel relieved.

As long as you rest for a few hours, you can recover, and it will not cause irreversible effects. It is acceptable.

However, this sword-testing monument is a bit evil. If you don't have the sword-path talent, you will be shaken away by ruthlessness. If you have the sword-path talent, you will also have to pay some price.

"Do you have any other questions? If not, continue the test." said the Sword-wielding Elder.

After a commotion, someone stood up and said, "Excuse me, Sword-wielding Elder, how does this sword-testing monument identify the level of sword-wielding talent? And what are the treatments for those with different sword-wielding talents after joining the sect?"

Yes, this is the key question, and everyone is a little confused.

Just like the man before, after touching the sword-testing monument, a sword light about a foot long condensed on it, but it was only a weak sword-wielding talent.

Thinking of this, they all looked at the Sword-wielding Elder at the same time, wanting to get the key information from him.

The sword-wielding elder smiled and said, "One to two feet of sword light is a weak-grade sword talent.

Three to four feet of sword light is a low-grade sword talent.

Five to six feet of sword light is a medium-grade sword talent.

Seven to eight feet of sword light is a high-grade sword talent.

Sword light above nine feet is a top-grade sword talent."

Here, he paused slightly, and then looked at everyone: "Weak and low-grade sword talents are ordinary sword-cultivating disciples.

Middle-grade sword talents are elite disciples.

Top-grade sword talents are true disciples.

As for the top-grade sword talents, they can directly become the sect's sword sons."

Listening to the words of the sword-wielding elder, everyone in the square was excited and yearning.

In their hearts, they all imagined that they could test out the top-grade talent, directly become the sword sons of the Yijian Sect, accept the most core inheritance, and thus become powerful sword masters, embark on the road of invincible swordsmanship, and travel across the Xuanhuang world.

At the very least, you must have a top-grade swordsmanship talent, ascend to heaven in one step, become a true disciple, and then...

Just as everyone was fantasizing, a voice pulled them back to reality.

"Although I have great expectations for you, I have to tell you a cruel reality in advance.

That is, you can only meet one person with top-grade swordsmanship talent in decades.

As for the ultimate swordsmanship talent, it is rare to meet once in a hundred years."

The words of the sword-wielding elder instantly broke the defense of the people who were yearning for it on the spot.

Next, the test continued.

As time passed, the number of people in the square decreased one by one.

As the sword-wielding elder said before, top-grade swordsmanship talent is rare in decades. After testing thousands of people, no one made the sword-testing monument condense a sword light of five feet or more.

Among them, the best performance is only to make the sword light reach four feet and three.

It can be said that less than one percent of those who have achieved middle-grade talent, and most of them only make the sword light reach more than three feet.

There are very few who are more than four feet, less than one hand.

The sword-wielding elder on the high platform had an ugly face and a gloomy face, and there was no longer any expectation in his eyes.

Obviously, the sword-wielding elder was very disappointed that he did not find any genius.

"It's really getting worse with each class. Is my Yijian Sect really going to decline and see no hope of rising again?"

The sword-wielding elder looked at the disciples who were tested one by one below, and couldn't help showing sadness and despair.

Back then, although their Yijian Sect was not the dominant force in the Hundred Battles Domain, at least they had the sword immortal, Yijian Patriarch, in charge. The sphere of influence covered several surrounding prefectures, and the influence radiated to half of the Hundred Battles Domain, and there was an endless supply of geniuses.

Now, there are not many geniuses with middle-grade sword talents, and there has not been a genius with high-grade sword talents for several years or even more than ten years. It is really sad and lamentable.

Just when the test was about to be halfway through, the sword test monument suddenly shook, emitting a powerful and brilliant light, and at the same time a sword light was condensing and constantly enlarging.

One foot, two feet, three feet...

Soon it broke through ten feet.

The young man who was taking the test looked at the brilliant sword light on the sword test monument, his body trembling with excitement, and his soul trembling.

"I have a top-grade sword talent?!!"

At the same time, this vision also attracted other people in the square. Whether they had completed the test or were waiting for the test, they all opened their eyes wide and looked at this scene in disbelief.

More than ten feet of sword light? ! !

How is this possible.

Impossible.

It's impossible.

This was everyone's first reaction.

The sword-wielding elder, who was in despair, was also attracted by this sudden vision, and his mind was shocked.

Oh, God, have you finally heard my cry?

...

At this time.

A young man in white with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, carrying a long sword behind him, was walking straight ahead.

White clothes and a long sword that was gray and black seemed to form a contradictory body on this young man, giving people a sense of loneliness and coldness.

With one step, he appeared hundreds of feet away.

In just a moment, he appeared tens of thousands of miles away.

He stopped only when he came to a majestic mountain.

The mountain in the distance was filled with clouds and mist, making it look like a fairyland on earth.

"Master, this is it. There must be a missing part of the Sword of Heaven Killing here." The sword spirit shouted excitedly.

"Do you know which part it is?"

"I don't know. I will know when I get close to it."

"Okay, I'll go get it back now."

When he stepped into the mountain, two young men in light blue robes stopped him.

"Who dares to trespass into my Yijian Sect!" The two mountain-guarding disciples of Yijian Sect held long swords and looked coldly at the young man in white.

"Here are my things. Take them back today."

After hearing this, the two mountain-guarding disciples of Yijian Sect were stunned at first.

Yijian Sect has his things. Come and take them today?

This is clearly a provocation, and it is a blatant provocation.

Thinking of this, both of them were furious, and there was murderous intent in their eyes.

"Dare to provoke my Yijian Sect, die!"

Without thinking, the two mountain-guarding disciples took action directly.

Although the two were only in the Heavenly Man Realm, their swordsmanship was quite extraordinary. The moment they drew their swords, two sword lights raged and raged, raising endless winds, trying to tear the young man in white into pieces.

"Gaudy but not practical!"

The young man in white said coldly, and his body moved, and he passed by the two mountain-guarding disciples in an instant.

At the same time, two fingers pointed at the eyebrows of the mountain-guarding disciples.

Without looking at the two people behind him, the young man in white continued to step forward.

The two mountain-guarding disciples still maintained their previous posture, holding long swords, slashing forward, motionless.

One breath, two breaths...

Finally, after the figure of the young man in white completely disappeared, a puffing sound suddenly rang out.

A light flashed between the eyebrows of the two mountain-guarding disciples, and then a terrifying sword energy burst out, tearing their bodies into pieces.

A breeze blew by, and a few yellow leaves gently fell.

Then, the originally clear mountain path suddenly disappeared, and the surrounding scenery gradually became hazy, as if a layer of fog completely covered it, and the entire mountain seemed to be completely hidden at this moment.

"Formation?"

The young man in white couldn't help but frown. (End of this chapter)