"The sword mark is six inches!"
Ouyang Mu looked refreshed and surprised.
"Girl Mingyue, what do you think?" Ouyang Mu looked at Ouyang Mingyue aside.
"He was actually able to leave a six-inch sword mark?! Even a warrior who has fully comprehended the innate sword intention can only leave a five-inch sword mark on this Nine Yang True Gold Rock."
Ouyang Mingyue raised her eyebrows and said.
Ouyang Mu saw the inside story behind Zhao Changkong's sword and said, "His cultivation level is already at the peak of the Dao realm, and his sword intention still contains a trace of will power."
"Strength of will? If so, it would not be surprising, but if there is no one else, it can only be him."
Ouyang Mingyue was a little disappointed.
The power of will is a power of heaven and earth that has only begun to be understood in Zhidao. He thought that Zhao Changkong only did it with his sword intention!
"Mingyue, it is rumored that three years ago, the reason why the four evil men in the Black Bamboo Forest hunted Zhao Changkong was because they had a scroll in their hands that could comprehend the will of the wind."
"However, when the four evil men were chasing him, Zhao Changkong escaped. Later, Zhao Changkong practiced and understood a trace of the will of the wind, which was integrated into the sword intention, greatly increasing his strength, and he just killed the four evil men."
"And I have always suspected that the "Xiaoyun Sword Art" contains the existence of the will of the wind, so only Zhao Changkong can teach you."
Ouyang Mu spoke slowly.
When Ouyang Mingyue heard this, she nodded lightly.
If Zhao Changkong can really let herself realize a hint of the will of the wind, then her strength will indeed be greatly improved.
"Six-inch sword mark!"
Everyone looked at the sword marks on the Jiuyang True Gold Rock, and they were all secretly frightened, thinking that they were not as good as Zhao Changkong.
The Black Bamboo Swordsman lives up to his reputation!
Zhao Changkong enjoyed the attention of everyone and looked proud.
"Haha, if no one else comes forward to try the sword, then the final candidate this time will be Mr. Zhao Changkong!"
Ouyang Mu glanced at the crowd and spoke loudly.
Many of the remaining warriors stopped moving forward after seeing the eye-catching six-inch sword marks, looking extremely struggling.
When Ouyang Mu saw this scene, he couldn't help but shake his head. He could see that the remaining people had lost their temper.
Zhao Changkong looked proud and said with a sneer: "A bunch of wastes, do they deserve to call themselves sword cultivators? I really don't know what to say."
His words were not lowered, but everyone heard them, and their faces turned red and they glared angrily.
If they hadn't known that they were no match for Zhao Changkong, they might have gone up to fight the opponent desperately.
"Haha, Sheriff Ouyang, it's time to announce the final result, right?" Zhao Changkong laughed.
Ouyang Mu nodded slightly. Just when he was about to make a loud announcement, a lazy voice suddenly sounded from the crowd: "Since no one is willing to give it a try, let me give it a try!"
Um? !
Everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound and saw a young man in black walking out slowly, with an extremely childish face.
"Oh? So it's you." Zhao Changkong was startled for a moment, then sneered.
Many people shook their heads secretly. Judging from his appearance alone, Chen Lin was too young, as if he had never seen much of the world, and had no idea how terrifying Zhao Changkong was in front of him!
Chen Lin didn't care about the looks from around him.
But before he could step forward to try the sword, a surprised voice rang out: "Damn it, Chen Lin, you're here too. Did you miss me, so you came to me specifically?"
Ouyang Mingyue originally planned to go back, but after hearing Chen Lin's voice, she felt inexplicably familiar.
When she turned around to look, she couldn't help but rub her eyes. After confirming that it was correct, she shouted in surprise.
Chen Lin also looked at Ouyang Mingyue and smiled slightly.
Ouyang Mingyue wanted to step forward, but Ouyang Mu on the side raised his hand to block it and said, "Want to try too, little friend?"
Chen Lin nodded and said, "Exactly."
"Well, if that's the case, let me give it a try." Ouyang Mu saw that Chen Lin was so young and wanted to persuade him to quit.
However, the latter's eyes were so firm that even he was a little surprised.
"Dad, I want him to be my master." Ouyang Mingyue said suddenly.
"Huh? Girl Mingyue, he is only about the same age as you. How deep can his understanding of the sword be?"
"Among the younger generation, your swordsmanship talent is already far ahead. How can this person be your master?"
"Besides, I have already agreed with you before that Mr. Zhao Changkong will be your master. Don't say more about it."
"You know, in Qingyun Hunting, all the geniuses among the younger generation in the empire will gather together. With your current strength, I'm afraid you are still far from it."
"For the rest of the time, you should stay with Mr. Zhao Changkong and practice swordsmanship."
Ouyang Mu patted Ouyang Mingyue's head and gave detailed instructions.
But when Ouyang Mingyue heard this, she smiled and said, "Dad, just keep an eye on him, he will definitely be able to cut a sword mark deeper than six inches!"
Ouyang Mu raised his eyebrows. He knew this daughter very well and was very proud of her. Her peers did not take her seriously at all.
But what ability does this young man have that makes his precious daughter so convinced? !
While the two were talking, Chen Lin was already standing in front of Jiuyang Zhenjinyan.
"Haha, a kid who doesn't know the heights of the world dares to come out to find a sense of existence."
Zhao Changkong stood behind him and spoke jokingly.
"With your half-step to the Dao realm, you can make a one-inch sword mark."
Everyone also raised their eyes to look at Chen Lin, shook their heads and chuckled. It was obvious that no one believed Chen Lin except Ouyang Mingyue.
Chen Lin said coldly: "Your Excellency, it's better not to worry. Although my martial arts cultivation is low, the competition this time is about my swordsmanship."
"Haha, what is your swordsmanship? I have indulged in swordsmanship for more than ten years, and I can only comprehend the innate sword intention, and I just made these six-inch sword marks."
"You're just a kid with a yellow mouth, what are you capable of?"
Zhao Changkong smiled coldly, his words mocking.
"Then you should watch carefully." Chen Lin's expression remained as usual. He just took out an ordinary long sword and had no intention of using the demon sword.
He was not worried about his identity being exposed, but using the demon sword was really a bit ineffective.
However, when he saw that Chen Lin was only using a ninth-level low-level spiritual weapon, Zhao Changkong sneered: "Nine-level spiritual weapon? Haha, can't you even afford an eighth-level spiritual weapon?"
"Little brother, if you don't have an eighth-level spiritual weapon, I can lend it to you."
"This assessment does not test martial arts cultivation, so the spiritual weapons used by warriors are naturally very important."
someone in the crowd said.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it." Chen Lin smiled slightly.
"Wait to be embarrassed!" Zhao Changkong joked.
"I can't tell who is embarrassing me. Ever since I entered the side hall, you have been giving me cold words, and now you are provoking me again and again. Are you really so confident in your swordsmanship?"
Chen Lin asked coldly.
Before Zhao Changkong could answer, Chen Lin continued to speak coldly: "But let me tell you the truth, your swordsmanship is like shit in my eyes!"
"Little beast, you are so brave!" When Zhao Changkong heard this, he immediately became furious.
"No, I said it wrong. It's worse than shit." Chen Lin smiled disdainfully.
"Hahaha!" A clear laughter sounded at the same time, but it was Ouyang Mingyue who had been watching.
Ouyang Mu couldn't help but glance at Ouyang Mingyue, and said quickly: "Little friend, please start."
He was worried that if the two of them continued talking, they would probably take action.
Chen Lin nodded silently, no longer paying attention to Zhao Changkong, and his eyes were focused.
In the next moment, he held the sword in his hand, his body shook, and a fierce sword intent was released from all over his body, soaring straight into the sky!
In the eyes of everyone, there was suddenly a moment of confusion.
"This sword intent...?!" someone exclaimed.
At this time, Chen Lin was like a divine sword, with unparalleled sharpness, standing proudly between heaven and earth!
"cut!"
Chen Lin shouted coldly, and a silver-white sword light slashed out from the sword body.
The moment the sword light appeared, everyone could not open their eyes and was stabbed by the light.
Boom!
A loud noise echoed suddenly, and everyone hurriedly opened their eyes and stared at the Nine Yang True Sword Rock.
How many inches of sword marks are there? !
Everyone had this question in their minds. After a while, the smoke and dust disappeared, and the Nine Yang True Gold Rock was revealed again.
"Nine...nine inches?!"
A deep nine-inch sword mark was seen by everyone, and many people's pupils shrank suddenly and they screamed.
Ouyang Mingyue was also overjoyed. She always believed that Chen Lin could make a deeper six-inch sword mark, but she didn't expect that it was a nine-inch sword mark!
Ouyang Mu was a little dazed and looked at the young man in black with surprise.
"This is impossible! With your swordsmanship, how could you possibly make a nine-inch sword mark?!" Zhao Changkong looked like he was crazy.
"Lord Sheriff, this kid must be cheating! This kid must be severely punished!"
Zhao Chang's air became anxious and he shouted loudly.
"Haha, I said before, your swordsmanship is just like shit in my eyes. Since you are not convinced, then I will let you clearly see the gap between us!"
Chen Lin sneered, his voice fell, and he came to the front of Jiuyang Zhenjinyan again.
Buzz!
A majestic sword intent was released again, and many people's swords started to roar under this sword intent.
"This is Zhongcheng's innate sword intent!" Someone was shocked.
Before this person could be shocked, everyone saw dense sword energy surging out of Chen Lin's body, like a torrential downpour!
When Ouyang Mu in the distance saw this, his eyes tightened and he lost his voice: "Is this the power of will?!"
"cut!"
Chen Lin opened his eyes, and an ordinary sword light seemed to come from the nine heavens, spanning the heaven and earth and the sky!
Boom!
A violent vibration came from the ground, and everyone forced themselves to stabilize their bodies, just staring at the Nine Yang True Gold Rock!
"This is...thirty-three nine-inch sword marks?!"
