"Next!"
"Next!"
The two consecutive candidates did not meet Ling Chen's standards, which left him somewhat disappointed. Were his requirements too high, perhaps?
"Myriad Dao Sect, Mu Feng."
At this, a young man in white stepped out of the line, cupping his fist at Ling Chen.
"Ten-Form Swordsmanship!"
The young man's sword sprang out like a rainbow. His sword draw was exceedingly elegant, causing Ling Chen's eyes to light up slightly. In the next instant, ten rays of sword light exploded outward, radiating a ferocious power. The seemingly illusory sword qi was incredibly sharp.
Ling Chen used his palm in place of a sword, continually blocking Mu Feng's sharp long sword.
"Three-Form Return!"
Seeing Ling Chen simply using his palm to block his swordsmanship, the white-robed youth's expression darkened slightly. He increased his strength, and the long sword, carrying specks of starlight, separated into three and thrust towards Ling Chen's face.
