Xiuxian Work Log

Chapter 157 No!

The Sword Pavilion was more of a sword cave than a place of testing. Countless sword tips stood upright on the walls, their cold light reflecting back the girl's irritated face.

"Why should I go into Jiange with her?"

Yin Chuan looked at Yang Zishen with dissatisfaction. Yang Zishen held the sword with a sullen face.

"You don't have to go, but I may not have time next time."

Yin Chuan made a sound of dissatisfaction from his nose, and Lin Qingyue glanced at him.

Lin Qingyue: "Who comes out first?"

Yin Chuan naturally refused to admit defeat and felt that Lin Qingyue, a new disciple who had just joined the sect, would definitely not be able to defeat him.

He raised his head and said, "I don't bother to bully others."

"Hey! You just went in directly?"

Lin Qingyue ignored Yin Chuan's voice behind him and stepped directly into Jiange.

Yang Zishen next to him added fuel to the fire: "Are you scared?"

Yin Chuan said angrily, "Who's afraid? I'll definitely be out before that girl!"

Yang Zishen took out his recording tool: "I've written it down."

Yin Chuan's mouth twitched: "Are you sick? You remember this too? Wait until I come out."

Yin Chuan didn't dare to say much and went straight into Jiange.

Yang Zishen threw the unopened magic weapon back into the storage ring and came to the water mirror to observe the situation of the two people.

The reason why the Sword Pavilion training requires disciples who have reached the level of the Concentric Mirror is because they are afraid that people will die inside. And only those who have reached the fifth level of the Sword Dao Concentric Mirror can use their powerful sword energy to penetrate the formation connecting the Water Mirror and the Sword Pavilion, and rescue disciples who are being strangled by the trap.

Currently, the only disciples of Zi Yang Sword Sect who can reach the level of Tong Xin Jing are him, his junior sister, and Wenren Shuyu.

It is said that Wenren Shuyu has accepted a secret mission to go to Beizhou for investigation. His junior sister Yan Fei is currently challenging peers in Sanbei Academy. Only he can open the Sword Pavilion to allow Lin Qingyue and Yin Chuan to train.

He was confident in Yin Chuan's strength, but Lin Qingyue...

Yang Zishen frowned. He really didn't have time to find out her background.

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"Hey! Lin Qingyue!"

Yin Chuan caught up with Lin Qingyue with a bad look on his face.

Lin Qingyue stopped and looked at him.

When he saw this, Yin Chuan was shocked!

The girl's pale, thin face looked as if she had been drained of her vitality. Her eyes looked at him lifelessly. Her hand unconsciously gripped the silver sword tightly, and looking up, her hand was covered with scars.

"What's wrong with you?" His tone was a little hesitant.

Lin Qingyue felt that there was no need to show her scars in front of Wen Lingyun, Bi Zihan and Shi Jingbai, but there was really no need to hide them in front of Yin Chuan.

Lin Qingyue: "I got injured while competing with others."

In fact, it was not an injury she got during the competition, but every time she broke down and hurt herself with the sword due to mistakes caused by the shadow.

Repeating this over and over again, facing the inevitable end of failure, his swordsmanship became more and more proficient, but his inner resistance grew stronger.

From a person who could easily master swordsmanship, he now picks up the sword as if it were the murderer of his father.

The mental exhaustion caused her body to lose weight rapidly even though she ate normally every day. Every day she lived in pain, she hated Xiao Weiqian more.

Yin Chuan was shocked by the hatred in her eyes. Lin Qingyue came to his senses and spoke to him coldly.

"Don't follow me."

Yin Chuan was silent: "Okay."

He turned and went in the other direction.

*

The sword light swept across fiercely, triggering the stabbing iron swords, and countless iron swords were shaken into the wall. But not long after, the vibration sounded, and an unexpected attack came towards Lin Qingyue.

Lin Qingyue bent down to avoid it and caught a flying sword.

This quality is better than the iron sword in the forge.

Thousands of swords stabbed at her at once. Lin Qingyue used brute force to plunge the sword into the ground and used the force to jump into the air to avoid the flying swords.

She didn't want to fight, but just stepped on the sword and quickly crossed the corridor with her body skills.

There are countless roads in Jiange, but in the end they all come out from the top of Jiange on the ground. Therefore, she does not need to pass all the checkpoints, but only needs to pass them.

The iron sword didn't want her to leave, and the iron bridge collapsed with a loud bang. The silver-colored sword tip aimed at various parts of Lin Qingyue's body. Lin Qingyue picked up the sword and wanted to swing it, but the previous scene flashed back to him.

Lin Qingyue sneered, and ignored the sword coming towards her, and directly attacked herself.

Bright red blood splattered from his arm, flowing down along the tip of the sword. This time, his mind was focused on the wound, and Lin Qingyue swung the sword and smashed it down quickly!

The broken sword flew to the ground, and whether it was rolled up or broken, it was cut off by Lin Qingyue's sword. During the process, some fragments were embedded in Lin Qingyue's body. When Lin Qingyue came out of this corridor, there was no good sword left.

Wreckage everywhere.

Blood dripped down the side of his face to the ground. Lin Qingyue pulled out the fragments of his body and threw them back into the corridor, then turned around and continued walking forward.

The iron sword behind him made a sour sound as it pieced itself together bit by bit, waiting for the next person to arrive...

*

The further you go, the wider your view becomes. Surrounded by stone walls, only a huge rock stands in the middle, blocking your way.

Lin Qingyue looked at the sword marks on it and knew what was going on. She stepped back, holding the sword with both hands, and light and shadow appeared behind her.

With one sword strike, a crack appeared in the boulder.

The sword failed, and the boulder was instantly restored to its original shape.

The sword wind dissipated when it began to take shape. Lin Qingyue took a deep breath and swung out the second sword.

The huge rock crackled into countless spider webs, making crackling sounds, but it remained as silent as a mountain.

The boulder returned to its original state.

At this time, the Dust-Breaking System spoke.

"It must be split open with a sword. Brute force won't cut it open. You need the wind of the sword."

Sword Wind...

Lin Qingyue recalled the sword technique that the elder who taught her before, started, turned, and swung the last sword!

The sword light hit the center of the boulder exactly, but the boulder remained motionless and intact.

"I just don't believe it! Ah!"

Lin Qingyue laughed angrily, exhausted the last of his spiritual power, swung his sword and smashed it towards the boulder.

The boulder was silent.

Three seconds later, there were frequent tiny cracking sounds.

The huge rock collapsed with a loud bang.

Lin Qingyue: ...Oh, she understood.

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Lin Qingyue swung his sword wildly throughout the rest of the journey. He used the sword techniques he remembered, and if he didn't, he would create his own through muscle memory. He would smash the wall with his sword even as he walked.

During this period, her hairband fell off, and her hair was disheveled and she looked crazy.

Suddenly, the mechanism stopped working. Lin Qingyue, with his messy hair that seemed to have been cut off by a sword, stood there in a daze.

Dust-Breaking System: "It's almost over. Just pick a natal sword you like and go out."

Lin Qingyue: "I have a sword."

The Dust-Breaking System screamed, "Big Sister! Is your sword any different from scrap metal? And you'll need a spiritual sword in the future!"

Lin Qingyue stopped, the Dust-Breaking System told her to go to the right, and then she was seen going to the left.

Dust-Breaking System: "Wrong way! Wrong way! That purple sword on the right!"

Lin Qingyue: "Why do you insist on asking me to go right? I don't want to listen to you."

Lin Qingyue stopped and looked at the silver-white sword stuck in the mahogany, motionless.

"Heh..." Lin Qingyue let out a strange chuckle.

The sword made a humming sound, and Lin Qingyue raised the sword in his hand!

The Dust Breaking System sounded an alarm: "No!"