Wulin Chinese Network
Swept Out
Wuque was meditating in the Sword Pavilion. The empty Sword Pavilion was filled with Sword Wills. Thousands of Sword Wills intertwined. Some were as powerful as mountains, some were as sharp as blades, some were as soft as water, and some were as cold as ice.
Every Sword Will was different and extremely terrifying. They shuttled back and forth in the Sword Pavilion, constantly attacking Wuque's body. The sonorous sounds of swords colliding with the walls were transmitted to Wuque's spiritual soul. Wuque felt as if thousands of swords were piercing his soul and cutting his flesh.
Dong!
The seventh sound came from the Sword Pavilion. Lights and shadows intertwined, and the chaotic sound of swords pierced through his eardrums. Wuque's head buzzed, and his Qi and blood surged. He looked somewhat painful.
The golden particles on his body whistled, and the Sword Lotus of the Great Path bloomed under him. The Sword Will of All Things flickered on the surface of his body, tenaciously guarding his mind and resisting the violent impact.
But after a few breaths, as blood slowly seeped from the corner of his mouth, his expression became more and more distorted. Countless disordered shadows seemed to appear in his body. The Sword Lotus suddenly collapsed, and hot blood spurted out from his throat, turning into a beam of sword light and escaping in a panic.
"So scary."
Wuque's breath was very chaotic, and his hair became messy. He looked back at the Sword Pavilion, full of fear.
"Seven sounds from the Sword Pavilion, Junior Brother, you are awesome."
"Although you didn't make it, not many people can make it to the seventh sound. Junior Brother, you have a bright future."
The disciples outside were full of praise. Wuque could make it to the seventh sound as a Nirvana Emperor. After all, all the disciples who had entered the Sword Pavilion to cultivate had cast the Heavenly Wheel of the Great Path.
Even so, not many people could make it to the seventh sound.
"Senior Brothers, you are flattering me."
Wuque smiled. He was naturally happy to be praised. Next to him, Qin Hao clicked his tongue and said, "Only seven sounds. Kid, you can't make it."
Wuque turned around and saw Qin Hao. He snorted and said, "Why don't you go in and try?"
"Seven echoes of the Sword Pavilion is already amazing. This junior brother probably hasn't entered it before, so he doesn't know how powerful it is." The other disciples disagreed with Qin Hao's point of view.
"Alright, I'll go in and have a look." Qin Hao calmly walked towards the Sword Pavilion.
"His bearing is not ordinary, but his tone is a bit irritating." A disciple joked with Wuque, "You two entered the Academy together, right?"
The Academy Sword Conference had caused a sensation in the Divine Region. However, the Academy did not pay too much attention to this matter. Most of them were busy cultivating and improving their swordsmanship.
"Together. This guy is usually very arrogant," Wuque said.
The others smiled. From his behavior, it could be seen that Qin Hao was extremely arrogant. However, which of the people here wasn't arrogant in the past? This kind of arrogance would gradually be worn away with time.
Dong!
The sound of a strong impact drew everyone's attention back. Qin Hao had already started in the Sword Pavilion.
Then, a group of people arrived and landed on the ground. An old disciple pointed at Jiange and asked, "Did he go in?"
"Who?" the previous disciple asked curiously.
"Junior brother in the third year. Silver hair," the old disciple said solemnly.
"Oh, the silver-haired one went in. It has already started." The disciple of Jiange turned around and smiled.
"Come, come, come. Line up and watch the show."
"Let's bet."
"How many rings?"
"Nonsense. Nine rings. Do you dare to bet?"
Thump!
The disciple who stayed in the Sword Pavilion was shocked. He looked at the group of gamblers and said in surprise, "Are you serious? Nine rings?"
"Senior brother Wei Zhe, do you want to bet with us? The odds are one to five. Junior brother in the third year will definitely get nine rings." The disciple who started the bet had a cunning look in his eyes.
"This is a gift for me."
The disciple named Wei Zhe strode forward, rolled up his sleeves, and squatted on the ground. Many disciples of the Sword Pavilion also rushed over.
What kind of joke was this? Could someone withstand nine rings?
They did not believe it.
"Senior brother Wei Zhe, how much should we bet?" someone asked.
"Bet as much as you can. I'll bet everything I have. One to five. It's such a big bargain. I'll bet my divine sword as well."
Wei Zhe was a man of his word. With a flash of light in his hand, he took out his precious divine sword and threw it into the bet.
Seeing this, the other disciples took out the Divine Gems in their Storage Rings. Some people, like Wei Zhe, also bet their Divine Weapons.
This time, the disciples from the Swordsmanship-seeking Pagoda and the Sword Waterfall laughed.
"Junior brother Wei, since you are so generous, I won't stand on ceremony."
The old disciple took off all the storage rings in his hand and threw them all on the Nine Echoes. After that, he carefully turned over and tried to find other useful items on his body. He hated that he could not sit in the gambling house himself.
"What happened to brother Wei Jian?" Wei Zhe was puzzled. Usually, Wei Jian was very stingy. Why did he suddenly become a different person?
"The 81 sword spirits from the Swordsmanship-seeking Pagoda broke the Nine Waves of the Sword Waterfall and reversed the Sword Essence of the Waterfall. I wonder if the nine rings of the Sword Pavilion can stop Chu San." Outside the crowd, Li Guangsheng sighed faintly.
Wei Zhe's heart suddenly trembled. Blood seemed to rush from his chest to his throat. He suddenly lost his mind. He lowered his head and looked at the bet. "Can I back out?"
…
Dong!
Dong!
Dong!
Sounds of impact kept coming out from the Sword Pavilion. Every sound seemed to hit the minds of everyone, trying to shatter their souls.
At this moment, the outside of the Sword Pavilion was densely packed with disciples. At a glance, there were no less than 100 disciples. Except for those who were in seclusion, most of the disciples had gathered Qi.
There were also many elders and deacons.
These people were all looking at the dazzling Sword Pavilion in front of them. They were silently counting in their hearts. When they counted to eight, their expressions changed greatly. Many of the elders' faces twisted.
Dong!
There was another sound, and an incomparably violent impact spread out. Inside the dazzling Sword Pavilion, a sound wave mixed with terrifying Sword Qi swept out. The sound wave caused the seated disciples and elders to release their Heavenly Wheels one after another, forming a spectacular human wall that was forced to resist.
In the process, many disciples who were hit by the sound waves turned pale.
Nine rings of the Sword Pavilion. A new disciple who had just entered had broken the record of the previous disciples. How could they not be shocked?
The mighty shadow of the sword radiated into the sky and gushed out from the top of the Sword Garret. With every sound, the radiating sword radiance grew stronger and stronger. Finally, the light pierced through the sky of the Academy. All the cultivators in the Divine Domain saw the most spectacular scene in their lives from afar.
"How many rings has it been?" an elder asked.
"Sixteen," the deacon next to him replied. He was shocked beyond words.
"And he doesn't seem to want to stop," another elder said.
At present, Qin Hao not only withstood the unbroken nine rings of the Sword Pavilion, but also continued to raise the sword sounds. It seemed that he had entered the Way and merged with the Sword Pavilion to refine the Universe of Sword Way inside.
This ability?
Was he really just a disciple?
And he had just entered the Academy not long ago?
The elders were all silent. Even the founding members might not be able to do it, but it happened to a disciple.
"Seventeen …"
"Eighteen …"
"The sound of impact in the Sword Pavilion has stopped."
As the powerful Sword Essence in the outside world gradually dissipated, the sound of agitating the Divine Soul gradually calmed down. When the mighty radiance of the Sword Pavilion dissipated, many disciples sat on the ground weakly, as if their strength had been sucked out of them.
Eighteen rings!
Only a monster could do that.
If it weren't for the fact that the Sword Principle Universe in the Sword Pavilion was no longer effective on Qin Hao, he would probably be able to make another 18 echoes. After all, the people outside could sense that Qin Hao's aura didn't weaken at all. Instead, it became stronger.
Dong!
Just when everyone thought that it was over, a sound wave suddenly swept out from the Sword Pavilion. The impact of the Sword Essence, which was caught off guard, almost caused the elders present to fall to the ground.
Then, Qin Hao's figure appeared in everyone's sight. He slowly walked out of the gate of the Sword Pavilion.
However, the space outside was completely silent.
"Oh, there are so many people."
Qin Hao was also shocked. He looked at the figures standing on the ground, in the air, and on the branches. There were many dignified elders and deacons. He had only tried nine rings in the Sword Pavilion to experience life, but it seemed that he had alarmed the entire academy.
"Junior Brother, you're ruthless."
Li Guangsheng gave Qin Hao a thumbs up. He rarely admired others in his life, but today he had to.
"It's so-so."
Qin Hao smiled modestly. He walked to Wuque's side and put his hand on his shoulder. "Alas, young man, you have to work hard."
It was effortless for him to make eighteen rings, but Wuque only made it to seven rings. Wasn't this embarrassing for the Divine Wilderness?
Wuque's face trembled. "Keep pretending."
Qin Hao possessed the power of the Original Realm and had cast a perfect Sky Wheel. Many of the powerful restrictions of the Academy's Ashram actually had no effect on him. If it were him who had cast a Sky Wheel, his performance would not necessarily be worse than Qin Hao's.
This guy was obviously bullying him because his cultivation was low.
"I'm He Can. I've met Senior Brother once in the He Mansion. I'm willing to be Senior Brother's sword attendant and serve Senior Brother. I'll never betray you."
At this time, a figure suddenly ran out of the crowd and unexpectedly knelt in front of Qin Hao. He swore to become Qin Hao's sword attendant.
"He Can, one of Crane Lord's men?" Qin Hao looked down and had a vague impression of him.
"He Xun is my father. I hope Senior Brother can fulfill my wish." He Can kowtowed and begged.
What did it mean to have nineteen rings in the Sword Pavilion?
He Can was also a swordsman. He had been in the Academy for a long time and knew the importance and difficulty of each Dojo. Qin Hao's performance was unprecedented and probably would not be repeated in the future. Compared to Deacon Cui, Qin Hao's talent was simply immeasurable. To be able to be the sword attendant of such a peerless swordsman was definitely better than following Deacon Cui.
"I see."
Qin Hao remembered. He Can did look like He Xun. He shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, you're not qualified."
After that, Qin Hao stepped into the air and disappeared from the Sword Pavilion.
He might hold a grudge, but he would never deliberately belittle others. With He Can's talent, even being a sword attendant was not enough to travel with him. If it were Mu Zhan from Rikujinjie, it would be possible.
But He Can was not.
"You're indeed not qualified to be his sword attendant." Li Guangsheng lowered his head and said to He Can. Then he flicked his Taoist Dust and disappeared into the distance.
Gradually, the crowd dispersed and figures left one after another. In the end, only He Can was left kneeling on the ground alone with a sorrowful face.
He was the son of Crane Lord and also came from a Divine Path family. Was he not even qualified to be a sword attendant?
"He Can, I think you're not tough enough. It's hard to learn anything in the Academy. Why don't you go back to your father?" In the distance, an elder in the Deacon's robe of the Academy said.
"Deacon Cui, I …"
"Go. The Academy is not suitable for a swordsman like you." Deacon Cui turned and left indifferently.