Chapter 19: Receive the Excalibur.

The young Haotian, who was simulated by the sword spirit of Wanjian Cave, had no consciousness, only the instinct to fight. Seeing a miss, a chasing foot kicked the underground stone to pieces, and rushed towards Lin Zhizhi by gravity, huge. Lin Zhizhi's fist locked Lin Zhizhi's position, and the Jin Yu Shattering Fist hit him again.
Lin Zhizhi’s black eyes gleamed, once again he picked up the Lin Family’s Wind Control Decision, dodged extremely fast, and at the same time spread out his consciousness to observe the golden jade shattering fist-after he repeated this process many times, I finally found out the abnormality of this body-shattering fist: every time this golden jade body-shattering punch hits the ground first, after the top is cracked, it will also produce a second shock, which will also overturn the soil under the ground. It is conceivable if it hits the ground. People's internal organs will also be shaken and bleeding!
Dao produces one, one life two, two produces three.
After observing this, Lin Zhizhi put the saber in his hand into the Universe Ring, tore a long strip of fabric from his cuff, poured aura into it, and took the initiative to meet Haotian from behind. When the opponent turned his head and threw a heavy fist, he used the cloth to meet the golden jade shattering fist-with softness to overcome the rigidity, the serial vibration was strangled in the cradle. At the same time, a flash of inspiration in his left hand, the saber suddenly appeared in his hand, and the first form of a basic sword tactic blasted Haotian away.
"Haotian defeated, second place, Su Ling, age 18, realm: the eleventh level of Qi refining period."
The sword spirit uttered at the moment when Haotian was defeated, a white light enveloped Haotian, and then a woman with a beautiful face and a moon appeared, wearing a cloud dress with aqua-green water-washed gauze on her shoulders, and a peach cheek with a smile.
Su Ling-Lin Zhizhi has heard of this woman's great name.
A hundred years ago, Suling, the demon girl of the Acacia Sect, was born with a charming body, and she was able to practice Acacia with less effort. She became famous all the way. When Lin Zhizhi was born, she was a peerless demon girl and the elder of the Acacia Sect.
When Father Lin mentioned Su Ling's grace to his son, he seemed to regret it.
Unexpectedly, she had also been to this Ten Thousand Sword Cave.
The facial features of Su Ling simulated by Sword Spirit could vaguely see the shadow of peerless peers in the future, smiled slightly, and slowly took a step forward.
Her movements are very graceful, like a prelude to a dance.
But it was this step that made Lin Zhizhi on the other side only feel his heartbeat shocked, as if he was stepping on his own gate!
Seven steps on the lotus step, Su Ling's original technique.
After Su Ling became a god, she claimed that the seventh step could kill immortals!
At this time, Su Ling in this Qi refining period took two or three steps one after another, forcing Lin Zhizhi to feel a pain in her heart and bleeding from the corner of her mouth.
The boy wiped off the blood, knowing that Su Ling must never be allowed to complete these seven steps. He changed his hands and held the saber, took the wind control decision, and slashed at the daughter of the Tianjiao of the last world at a very fast speed, but just half a meter away from the opponent, he went black in front of him and entered Suling's domain.
Lin Zhizhi's nose came from a faint fragrance that seemed to be absent, and the woman's laughter lingered in his ears. This scent is very peculiar, just like Suling's body scent, mixed with the temptation of a natural fascination, which actually aroused the young man's mind.
Just when Lin Zhizhi was under the influence of the fascination, the fascination mark of the petal-like fascination at his dantian trembled slightly. The tiny flower bones stretched the petals unobtrusively-this change was so trivial that even Lin Zhizhi himself had not discovered it, and still followed Xuanhua's instructions: stick to the Taoist heart.
Su Ling's fourth step.
Lin Zhizhi's meridians shook all over his body, and his spiritual power was almost countercurrent, causing catastrophe. The young man bit his tongue and used the pain to make himself awake. He simply closed his eyes and searched for the possible location of Su Ling in the dark
This time, the second type of Basic Sword Art crossed the piercing hook through the girl's shoulder.
Su Ling's slender figure disappeared, and what appeared next was an overcast magic repair.
...
Lin Zhizhi has long been unable to count the number of challengers he has experienced, as if he was unable to calculate the severity of his injuries. Just the wounds visible to the naked eye, there were two knife wounds that almost pierced the abdomen and countless abrasions-at this time he was trying his best to support his body with a saber, and at the same time placed a few high-grade spirit stones in front of him. Is quickly recovering aura.
Obviously it was such an embarrassing sight, but the black-haired young man half-supported his body, his eyes were not exhausted at all, but full of brilliance-this abnormal light made his whole person colorful and vivid Come here.
Very tempting.
The sword spirit appeared in midair for some reason, and his gray eyes stared at the young man below for a moment. The shapeless sword spirit gradually descended, and finally stood in front of the young man and looked at him face-to-face - the unilateral kind, when the sword spirit was hidden, Lin Zhizhi couldn't see it at all.
Sword Ling paused, hesitated, and finally obeyed his heart, moving slowly and softly to kiss the boy's eyes.
Those black eyes seemed to contain the entire starry sky.
Then he flew back into the air shyly.
Lin Zhizhi didn't know the existence of this sword spirit, and his heart was actually very excited, and his mood at the moment was extremely surging.
The images just now are all famous and powerful talents.
I don't know how many people dream of being able to play against these characters at the same level.
The saints in ancient times are lonely.
In a normal age, how many Tianling roots are there in a hundred years? How many talents can truly be called "the posture of a fairy"? When you surpass the general realm of your peers, seeing them is like seeing younger generations.
Therefore, Lin Zhizhi cherishes this opportunity very much. It will be of great benefit to him to learn from these people and observe their Taoism closely in the future.
The sword spirit in the sky floated up and down, patiently waiting for Lin Zhizhi to finish absorbing the spirit stone in front of him. This time it was so long that Lin Zhizhi was a little confused: Could it be that the big boss is coming after the intermission? Is the interval a bit long this time?
The sword spirit waited until the spirit stone turned into dust to continue: "According to the rules left by the master, you have good aptitude, good appearance, solid foundation, and firm character. You have defeated 20 challengers and are eligible to enter the final selection. The 21st challenger, Xuanhua, is unknown in age, and is in a spiritual stage."
Lin Zhizhi: "..."
Master really played a big game...what else to play! He wants to hang up! In the stage of transforming the gods, the master is ruthless and unreasonable to make trouble in the stage of refining Qi!
The appearance of the Xuanhua that appeared was exactly the same as the master outside, but it was more spiritual than the previous images of the people. This spirituality was specifically manifested in that he did not attack Lin Zhizhi as soon as he saw Lin Zhizhi, but extended a hand to him, saying: "I entered this Ten Thousand Sword Cave that day, and I left this ray of divine thought at the request of the old man. Leave it as a selection to select successors for the Excalibur."
"No need to defeat me, just let me recognize your strength."
Lin Zhizhi took a deep breath and forced himself to treat Xuanhua in front of him as a passerby. He stood up from a semi-sitting position shaking, his eyes condensed, he turned the saber in his hand for a round, and took the initiative with a sword in the air. Stabbed at Xuanhua.
Xuanhua was expressionless, standing still and letting Lin Zhizhi attack. Only when the young man was close to him, he shook his right hand and held the little apprentice's wrist so gently, softly but irresistibly touching the scarred Lin Zhizhi. Hugged into his arms.
With a flash of white light, Lin Zhizhi felt his whole body warm in a daze, and the wound healed instantly.
In fact, what Lin Zhizhi is in this martial arts competition is only the consciousness drawn by the sword spirit. When he returns to the real body in the Wanjian Cave, all the injuries will no longer exist.
Xuanhua knew this, but couldn't help watching her little apprentice dangling in front of her with even a little scar.
Lin Zhizhi, who was held in Xuanhua's arms, looked puzzled: "Master?"
Xuanhua lowered her head and asked with her eyes, "?"
"Don't you want to get your approval?" Lin Zhizhi couldn't help asking, thinking of the divine sword.
"En," Xuanhua replied naturally, "You are my apprentice, and you have been recognized by me long ago."
"..."
Honored Master, this is Hong Guoguo's cheating! I really feel sorry for the old man Wanjian, if he knew he would cry!
Xuanhua ignored the little disciple’s eyes and let go of Lin Zhizhi: "You did a great job."
Lin Zhizhi, who was praised by the master, lowered his head, and gained his wisdom from the lack of self-confidence before: "I feel so too."
Xuanhua: "..."
Master Dao Zun was rarely choked, stretched out his cold fingers and flicked Lin Zhizhi's cheeks, and then retracted his hand casually: "Go get the sword."
Lin Zhizhi nodded.
After uttering the two words of approval to the sword spirit, Xuanhua's figure gradually faded and disappeared in the competition arena. Instead, it was the sword spirit. A gray-white shadow fell from a high place and stood straight in front of Lin Zhizhi. When he opened his mouth, it was the mechanical sound: "You have passed all the trials, I will lead you to the sword pavilion."
The sword spirit is not in human form. To use a popular metaphor, dyeing it black is the shadow under everyone's feet. This gray-white shadow divided an arm, and when it was about to approach him, it split into two and clamped Lin Zhizhi's wrist.
Lin Zhizhi's face felt the touch of the sword spirit strangely, it turned out to be soft and smooth.
With a thought of Jian Ling, he was ready to take Lin Zhizhi into the small world created by the old man Wan Jian.
But as soon as the sword spirit moved, Lin Zhizhi suddenly felt the shaking of the sky, as if there was a gravitational force trying to him away. In this violent shaking, the sword spirit could no longer catch him, so he could only watch the young man's soul be sucked away!
I don't know when it started, a space crack appeared in this small world. And Lin Zhizhi was caught in the wind in the cracks of space for some reason, and disappeared.
Regardless of the danger of life, the sword spirit-perhaps it should be said that life is dangerous-tried to enter the space crack several times. But this crack was like a satiated beast at this time, no matter how much the sword spirit jumped, it couldn't jump in, so he could only lie outside and watch it blankly.
Lin Zhizhi was not in the Qi refining period. If it weren't for the old man of Wanjian, the martial arts field was constructed with primordial magnets, and he would not even be able to do so. The gang wind is so violent that the great monk’s Nascent Soul cannot be exposed to it, let alone a small period of Qi refining.
But after being sucked into the space crevice, Lin Zhizhi had a clear consciousness. He sits in a transparent cover, which protects his soul and prevents the wind from entering.
The weak voice of the system sounded in the boy's ear: "Are you okay?"
Lin Zhizhi shook his head and sat up: "It's okay...what's going on?"
"The sword spirit may not have taken anyone to the sword pavilion before, and he forgot to let you return to the body and then enter the small world. There is a space crack in that small world, which is especially dangerous for the spirit."
Lin Zhizhi couldn't help but feel a little scared, stood up in the cover, pushed the protective cover with his hand, and asked, "Now we are still in this space crack?"
The barbell-like voice of the system sounds as pleasant as Xianle: "I was born to collect good feelings, and there is no ability to materialize. Fortunately, I came across the boundary and contained the supernatural powers of space to save you—I I will send you back to your place in a while, but this will exhaust my abilities and I will fall asleep."
Lin Zhizhi couldn't help but care about the system: "Will you still wake up?"
The system deliberately put on a bit of resentment: "You collect more of the extreme favorability points, and I can wake up. Remember, to be handsome and capable of loving the kind, once such a person's favorability reaches the extreme, I will gain The greater the energy."
"... Then don't wake up." Lin Zhizhi said quietly.
The system still refuses to give up: "Your physique is just blessed! It's so violent like you-Oh, the energy is not enough. These days, only one point of goodwill is collected. The energy is not sufficient. I will send you back quickly. ."
As soon as the system's voice fell, the transparent protective cover trembled, and Lin Zhizhi's eyes flashed. After adjusting to the dizziness, he opened his eyes and found that he had returned to the body of Wanjian Cave.
The sword spirit did not know what he was doing before, but when he saw him sitting up, his whole body was stiff.
The young man frowned and flicked the gray sword spirit away from his chest. He tried to call the system a few words from the bottom of his heart. He only heard the system leave a sentence intermittently: "There are two more favorable impressions that are about to reach the extreme, host, come on, Whether I can wake up depends on you..."
This sentence completely diluted Lin Zhizhi's worry and gratitude for it.
Lin Zhizhi: "...what are the two extreme popularity ratings?! Are you not confused?!"
Excuseme, he wanted to wake up the system that was fainted after the installation, and let it explain the meaning of this sentence-after working hard for a long time and couldn't wake up the system, Lin Zhizhi had to give up and comfort himself: Well, the extreme is not It must be like Su Yu, and it may be the extreme of the love between master and apprentice, the extreme of friendship, the extreme of family affection.
The system may mean that my father missed him at home and increased his favorability. Hehe, that must be the case.
Lin Zhizhi secretly clicked a thumbs up for his imagination, raised his head, only saw a gray shadow staring at him blankly-this sword spirit was the culprit that caused the system to fall asleep, and he was almost the culprit of the dog. The young man said in an irritating manner: "What are you doing?"
Sword Spirit: Stare.
Before, Lin Zhizhi followed the rules of the Ten Thousand Sword Cave, wanted to subdue the Divine Sword and Sword Spirit, and let it follow him willingly. But now this sword spirit is not doing things well, making him a little sullen and coldly said: "You have caused my spirit to fall asleep, then during this time...you come to be my spirit!"
The words are cold, even if the sword spirit refuses to agree, he must use violence to force it to replace the system.
Sword Spirit opened his big mouth and made a surprised expression. Hearing the words, he quickly floated to the black-haired boy, and said, "It's an honor, Master."
The quick change of his mouth, the dogleg of the content, made Lin Zhizhi nowhere to cool down, and even vaguely rushed to his own loss.
Sword Spirit shook his head and said to Lin Zhizhi: "Master, my body is in the upper level of the sword pavilion, can I get it now?"
Lin Zhizhi was a little unsure of what attitude he would use to treat the sword spirit—he originally let the sword spirit follow him in a punitive way, but he expected that this kind of artifact spirit was always proud. But who knows that this sword spirit waits for him to open this mouth like a plan, but teaches him not to hit the smiley spirit, and finally just nodded coldly.
The sword spirit received Lin Zhizhi's gesture, leading it in front, and imagining a long finger to lead Lin Zhizhi, leading him into the sword pavilion.
The sword pavilion is divided into upper, middle and lower levels. The spirit swords of the middle and lower levels do not require anyone to come. Once someone reaches the qualifications, they will be pulled out by the sword spirit and handed over to that person. Only the upper-level divine sword requires the trialer to come personally.
When Lin Zhizhi stepped into the upper level of the sword pavilion, a layer of barriers shone through his body, and disappeared without a trace after touching the sword spirit.
In the entire empty pavilion, stood a huge square tripod. The body of the cauldron is engraved with the scenery of the sun and the moon. Every day at the top of the attic, after the sun, the moon and the stars are illuminated, the spiritual energy is returned to the sword inserted in the cauldron.
This sword blade is like autumn frost, surrounded by light blue thunder light. It is yin, and the back is yang. The lines on the hilt are running like stars. It is the divine sword drawn from thunder. Named "Wenxian".
The sword spirit took the initiative to pass, and after entering the questioning fairy sword, the sword body trembled, and a faint blue light was drawn in the air, stopping in front of Lin Zhizhi.
This is a divine sword that gave birth to the sword spirit. The elder Wan Jian, a cultivator in the transformation stage, was obsessed with kendo for his whole life. It was only by coincidence that this divine sword was created—not so much as it was forged by the old man Wan Jian. Lei Jie was born.
Now that this divine sword was within Lin Zhizhi's reach, the sword spirit fawned on the hilt of the sword swinging left and right for fear that the owner would not want him, beckoning the new owner to hold the hilt quickly.
Lin Zhizhi stretched out his hand to hold this immortal questioning sword, the sword spirit cheered, and the thunder light flickered. The whole sword was like nature's most beautiful masterpiece-but it couldn't be as beautiful as its owner.
In the dimly lit Jiange, the black-haired boy Shengxue had skin, his eyes were as clear as stars, and his nose was high. He took the Qianjian sword in front of him, looked carefully, the cold light on the back of the sword flashed his profile, which was thrilling.