The black-robed examiner fell on the blue pond, his feet were on the water surface, and ripples spread out from time to time from time to time. His fingers pointed directly at the mountain wall of a hundred feet across the air, and a thick voice resounded in everyone's ears.

"This is the sword practice wall, which is where my ancestor Taixu practiced swords in the past."

"The third level of entry." The black robe examiner changed his tone: "It's up to you to see how many sword moves you can see on this sword practice wall. The time limit is one stick of incense, and start!"

After saying this, the black-robed examiner immediately closed his eyes and kept pinching his fingers with his right hand. The speed was extremely fast and he started to count.

Ye Qinghong, Long Haotian and others did not dare to neglect them, so they immediately broke the branches into swords and began to carefully observe the mountain wall. The sword marks of different depths rose.

"Use the sword to understand the sword with a wall." Mo Bei's brows slightly locked and he murmured to himself: "It's up to understanding, but... the sword marks intertwined together, how can I figure it out?"

Having no idea, Mo Bei could only bite the bullet and try his hand with one sword.

"This sword mark is deeper and has a strong force. The sword forward is arrogant and domineering! Slash hard!" Mo Bei's eyes lit up, he took half a step, swept across the thousands of troops, and the sword light suddenly appeared in front of him.

"This mark is shallow and the force is less. I think it is a false move, or a retreat is a defense!"

Mo Bei hummed slightly, his eyes swept across the mountain wall at a very fast speed, his toes gently tapped the ground, his body floated into the air, retreated three feet, and a stroke of the void.

Mo Bei frowned slightly, shook his head and said to himself: "No, right, these two moves have a very strong offensive, and one move has a slight power. The two moves are a little stiff. This should not be the case. Huh..."

Speaking of this, Mo Bei's eyes suddenly fell on a small dot among the two sword marks, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

"Hey! So there is another move, no wonder!" Mo Bei's heart moved, and the green sword gestured a little: "This sword mark is a thorn. It's just that this is almost ignored. Let me try it!"

Mo Bei took half a step again, waved his hand and the sword light passed by.

At the moment of his sword drawing, his left foot took a slightly step back and his wrist shook: "Punch!"

The sword tip turned into a sting, and the body retreated involuntarily.

"The third move, flirt!"

Mo Bei shouted softly, his wrists were upwards, his arms were used to force him, and the sword was moved with his hands, and he instantly slashed from the bottom into the void!

"A strong attack on the enemy and retreat, and then a move is made to eliminate the hostile counterattack. The third move seems to retreat, but in fact it is to retreat as advance. It complements each other!"

Mo Bei's eyes lit up: "That's right, that's it! The three moves of offense and defense are combined, with Zhang Youchi. It is natural and fitting."

"This Taixu Ancestor is indeed worthy of his name. He has three casual swords. His sword moves are variegated and vague, which is intimidating, powerful, and powerful!"

"Haha...come again!" Mo Bei laughed, concentrating on immersing himself in his sword of enlightenment, his eyes moving closely with the sword marks on the mountain wall.

"The fourth and fifth, six swords!"

His eyes moved, and his sword marks flew past the sword marks. As soon as his mind moved, the sword technique in his hand changed, and the sword shadow and sword light flowed over and over again, and the tiger and tiger were full of wind.

He was only immersed in his own world, and everything in the world had nothing to do with him anymore, and he didn't feel that time was passing by rapidly.

Until the examiner shouted.

“The time limit has arrived!”

It only pulled Mo Bei out of his addiction.

"Sixteen moves, dance wildly to the moon!" Mo Bei shouted in surprise, his wrists kept shaking, and his sword light scattered. The light suddenly burst out again in the moment when it was about to dissipate, and it burst into pieces, almost covering Mo Bei's whole body, with the fierce wind whistling, extremely harsh!

"Huh! Sixteen moves, I realized sixteen moves." Mo Bei wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead and sighed happily: "I didn't expect that the sword technique can be so tricky and fit so well. It's really a lot of benefits!"

"Haha, sixteen moves. I'm not a blow to my talent!" Long Haotian held the sword in one hand and shouted excitedly: "Even if I pass the thirteen moves, I'll have more than three moves!"

"Hmph, what's so proud?" Ye Qinghong gave him a blank look and poured cold water on him angrily. Since Long Haotian bullied her and was relieved by Mo Bei, Ye Qinghong seemed to be unable to get along with Long Haotian and always liked to attack him.

Ye Qinghong turned her head again, looked at Mo Bei with a burning gaze, and a faint blush appeared on her pretty face: "Brother Mo Bei, I realized the Seventeen Swords, how are you?"

Mo Bei swallowed speechlessly when he heard this. He thought he could see that the Sixteen Swords were already very powerful. Who knew that this little girl had a strong understanding and was even more powerful than herself!

Mo Bei smiled bitterly: "The sixteen swords are still not as good as your understanding."

"It's okay," Ye Qinghong's eyes turned, she thought for a while, and said with a smile: "Actually, the time for one stick of incense is too short. If you give more time, Brother Mo Bei will definitely see more sword moves! Brother Mo Bei is the most powerful."

Suddenly! A burst of shocking shouts exploded among the crowd.

"What! Chen Qingzhu saw twenty-one swords!"

"Tsk tsk, the four geniuses are indeed extraordinary. You can pass the level by deriving twelve moves. Eighteen moves are just wizards!"

"Twenty swords! That Ji Wubing actually realized twenty swords! It's indeed a genius!"

"What's so great about this? Humph. With this kind of talent, you dare to call it a genius? How can a genius be called casually?" The children of the Fang family curled their lips and gave them the same way, saying, "Our senior brother Fang Luoyou, we have seen the twenty-two swords!"

Ji Wubing's face looked a little bad, he felt a little hatred in his heart, clenched his fists, and his fierce eyes swept across Fang Luoyou in the crowd, bursts of anger filled his chest.

Lao Ba saw that Ji Wubing's face was not good-looking. His eyes turned around and suddenly fell on Mo Bei. He showed a disdainful sneer on his face, shifted his gaze and said sarcastically: "It turns out that Mo Bei, who is known as the Blood Demon, just saw the Sixteen Swords. I thought he was really a character, but that's just like that."

The children of the Ji family around him nodded, changed the topic, and said one by one: "Yes, yes, just this little bit of understanding makes people laugh. Why are you talking about geniuses? The first level just now was just a lucky person."

"I'll watch it for a while, this kid will definitely be eliminated! I just want to compete with my senior brother Ji Wubing, so I really don't know how to be polite."

His voice was not loud or small, and it happened to be heard by everyone around him.

Ji Wubing's face became more beautiful when he heard this. Yu Guang glanced at Mo Bei with contempt, his nostrils facing the sky, and a trace of disdain appeared on his face.

"This Ji family is trying to find fault! It's simply hateful!" Ye Qinghong's face turned pale with anger, clenched her pink fists, and her teeth creaked: "Brother Mo Bei, it's much better than that Ji Wubing!"

Long Haotian rolled up his sleeves and cursed at Lao Bada: "What are you? You can't even see the sixteen swords, and you're talking to you!"

The atmosphere suddenly tensed and pulled into a line.

For a moment, both sides were tense and ready to fight.

Mo Bei patted Long Haotian on the shoulder and pressed him down, took half a step forward, blocking Ye Qinghong's body, his voice was calm, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate at all, and he was extremely calm.

"Don't pay attention to them."

The news spread immediately. The blood demon, the blood demon who created the Qingfeng Sword Technique last time, only realized the Sixteen Swords this time.

Ye Qingshuang frowned slightly, Fang Luoyou looked at Mo Bei curiously, and many people breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that this was the case. The last victory was just luck!

"alright."

The black-robed examiner looked at Mo Bei and Ji Wubing. Although his voice was dull, he revealed unquestionable majesty.

The sharp eyes glanced at everyone's face. It was like an arrow piercing into everyone's heart. The powerful momentum instantly soared into the sky and pressed on everyone's heart.

For a moment, everyone's faces changed slightly, they were submissive, their eyes drifted, and they did not dare to say a word again.

"Next," the examiner waved his right hand, and his sleeves rolled in the void. A stack of talisman paper and countless wolf-haired brushes appeared in front of him.

"Deduce the sword technique!"

As soon as these words came out, the stack of talisman paper and brushes moved in the wind, flying all over the sky, floating around, floating around, falling into the hands of every boy.

The examiner paused, then spoke, and said coldly: "I will demonstrate three moves. Through these three moves, you can see how many changes you can deduce from these three moves.

If you deduce the twelve changes, you will be considered passing! If you fail to reach the twelve changes, you will be eliminated!"

After saying this, the blue sword behind the examiner deshelfed out! Turning into a blue shadow, rushing into the sky!

"Drink!" The examiner shouted softly, stepped on his feet in the void, jumped, grabbed the void with his right hand, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and slashed sideways.

"Swish swish swish!"

Sword lights bloomed out in the palm of your hand.

The sharp sound of breaking through the air kept whistling around my ears.

The examiner's figure was like a ghost, floating, and his steps were fast and slow, sometimes step by step, sometimes stride by meteors.

Such strange movements are dazzling.

All the young men present frowned and stared at the examiner who was wielding his sword shadow in the void, falling into deep thought.

The examiner's wrist trembled, and his sword light flashed from time to time. His body leaned back strangely, with strange movements and stances.

However, the sword never stopped, and the sword body buzzed, as if a sword was stabbed away, but the examiner shook his wrist and took a step back half a step. The sword momentum suddenly turned, and it turned into a chopping and slashing across the void.

"It's really strange." Ye Qinghong pursed her lower lip and frowned slightly: "This is obviously just three moves, but it makes people feel that it is all-encompassing and contains thousands of moves. It's amazing, amazing."

Hearing this, Long Haotian said with a sad face: "I, why can't I see it with one sword..."

"There are no changes in these three moves. I clearly feel that the man was not dancing with swordsmanship, but chopping blindly." Long Haotian stared at the sandalwood, which was only four-fifths of the burning, and was sweating profusely.

"Don't be anxious first," Ye Qinghong reminded in a low voice: "What you are looking at is the surface. These three moves are changing. Look..." Ye Qinghong pointed at the examiner's wrist and continued:

"Look at the man's wrist, constantly flipping, every time he twists, it seems like a stab, but in fact it can become a twitch, alternating the virtual and the real. In conjunction with the pace, a posture can change with thousands of tricks."

"If the enemy attacks from the front, you can turn left and stab the sword slightly. This is a change. If the enemy slashes forcefully, you can retreat and dodge it again, and draw the sword from left and right. This is the second change!"

Long Haotian narrowed his eyes and stared at the examiner's feet, waist, and hands for a long time. He suddenly realized and was very grateful: "I understand! Thank you, thank you!"

After saying that, he immediately picked up his pen and wrote and painted on yellow paper. From time to time, he looked at the examiner, constantly outlining the outline of the sword moves and deducing changes.
Chapter completed!