Chaos Heavenly Emperor Technique

"ah!"

As soon as the formation was opened, some warriors immediately bent their bodies and prostrated themselves on the ground, unable to even straighten their waists, as if they were being pressed down behind by a heavy weight.

Almost all the assessors' expressions suddenly changed. This heavy pressure was really not easy to bear!

Ling Feng's expression became a little more solemn, and he stared at the ancient bronze sword in the middle of the sword monument, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

What kind of swordsman can leave such an indelible aura on his sword?

He couldn't help but think of his own destruction.

Destruction in all directions is also a sword of destruction and killing, but his own swordsmanship does not have that awe-inspiring aura.

"This in the end is why?"

Ling Feng stared at the ancient bronze sword and seemed to have forgotten where he was. He was just thinking about what kind of power could give his sword such a vicious aura!

Gradually, he entered a meditative state, not like he was taking an assessment at all, but like he was comprehending something.

He didn't know that what he was comprehending was "Sword Intent".

Ling Feng had already unknowingly understood the half-step sword intention without any teacher, and now this opportunity made him realize the existence of sword intention again.

Perhaps, he could really use this opportunity to comprehend the meaning of the sword in one fell swoop. It was not impossible.

Ling Feng was meditating hard and comprehending the meaning of the sword, but the other disciples who were undergoing the assessment were different. All they felt was the terrifying pressure brought by the evil aura.

Once their willpower relaxes, they will be so overwhelmed that they can no longer hold their heads up, and will eventually have no choice but to give up.

Five minutes later, some teenagers were screaming and choosing to quit, while others passed out and were dragged out by the former students who were waiting outside.

In less than half a stick of incense, the number of people from a hundred people had turned into less than sixty.

Most of them closed their eyes tightly, with large beads of sweat on their foreheads, and their bodies were trembling slightly. What's more, bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Ling Feng was the only one who stared at the ancient bronze sword in the center of the sword monument with his eyes wide open. It seemed that it had turned into a stone man and was completely motionless.

The instructors responsible for supervision stood on the edge of the sword monument with their hands folded, walking back and forth slowly.

They are all observing to see which students have real perseverance.

Talent is innate and cannot be changed unless there are some unexpected encounters. However, perseverance is something that cannot be ignored for a warrior.

People with great perseverance may rise to prominence even if they are less talented.

But for people without perseverance, even if they are talented, they may have smooth sailing in the early stage, but their future achievements may not be as good as those of those with great perseverance.

"That boy is Liu Yunfei, the young master of the Liu family in Jiangdu. He ranks seventh in overall quality and has quite good willpower. He is worth cultivating!"

"That is Su Mu, the ninth son of the Su family in Yunzhou. His understanding is astonishing. His true energy talent has reached twelve full stars, and he has a relatively rare thunder attribute. If he can persist for more than two hours, he will definitely be a member of the empire in the future. A pillar of talent!”

"Huh? That little guy isn't bad either..."

Half an hour later, out of the sixty people in the venue, less than thirty were left.

An hour later, the number of thirty people dropped sharply again and became ten people.

Among them, Ling Feng, Liu Yunfei, Su Mu and others were naturally among them, and Ouyang Jing was also gritting his teeth and struggling to hold on.

The most surprising thing is that he has an ordinary appearance and very ordinary clothes. He looks extremely ordinary, and yet it is such a person who has persisted until now.

This person is the ordinary young man who barely passed the Qi talent test, Jiang Xiaofan.

The muscles all over his body were extremely strong, and under the sunlight, they were dark and shiny, like an axe, a knife, or a chisel.

However, the layer of fine sweat beads on his body actually had a hint of blood!

Time passed little by little, and there were fewer and fewer people inside the sword monument.

Two hours later, there were only ten people left. Only Ling Feng, Liu Yunfei, Su Mu, Ouyang Jing and Jiang Xiaofan were left.

At this time, a genius like Liu Yunfei began to feel exhausted. As for Ouyang Jing and Jiang Xiaofan, they only stayed here due to their amazing willpower.

As time goes by, the ominous aura around the sword monument has become ten times stronger than at the beginning!

"puff!"

Ouyang Jing spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, finally unable to hold on.

The veteran students around him quickly pulled him out. The instructor in charge of the assessment nodded slightly, "Not bad. If he can persist for two hours, he is considered a promising talent."

Another half hour passed.

This time, Liu Yunfei and Su Mu were trembling all over their bodies. Every inch of their muscles seemed to be being pinched by knives. The severe pain was too much for them to bear.

"I give up!"

Liu Yunfei clenched his fists tightly, stood up slowly, and walked out from the range of the sword monument step by step with extremely heavy steps.

Su Mu was only separated from him for a few seconds before he could no longer hold on, gritted his teeth and stood up, and left the range of the sword monument.

"I persisted for two and a half hours, and I can still come out on my own. It's quite good." The assessment instructor nodded to the two of them. For such students who have quite good qualities in all aspects, they must be trained intensively.

"Only the last two remain."

Liu Yunfei, who was already out, stared at Ling Feng and couldn't help but take a deep breath, "What kind of freak is this guy?"

It turned out that among the only two people left, Jiang Xiaofan was almost on the verge of collapse. The linen clothes all over his body were soaked with blood!

His sweat beads were all filled with blood.

A very ordinary face became distorted due to severe pain, and his entire cheek was wet with bloody sweat. He gritted his teeth and supported himself on the ground with both hands, unwilling to fall down.

Ling Feng, on the other side, was dumbfounded, just staring at the ancient bronze sword, motionless, not even blinking.

"That little guy..." An incredible thought flashed through the assessment instructor's mind, "Is it possible that he is comprehending the sword intention contained in the ancient bronze sword?"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the other instructors around him all jumped wildly.

"No way? General Chi Lie was the founding general of the Tianbai Empire. He was so powerful and murderous that he was even named the 'God of Killing' by later generations. How could his sword power be so small? Can younger generations understand it? "

"I find it incredible too, but look at him, he doesn't seem to be under the pressure of that vicious aura at all!"

"What a little monster!" One of the middle-aged tutors with a Chinese-character face sighed: "No wonder I heard that at noon, the two old guys Pei Miao and Zhu Rong were rushing to accept this kid as their apprentice. "

"If this little guy can understand the meaning of the sword at such a young age, I would like to teach him my storm sword technique!"

"Forget it, you might as well learn my Galaxy Kendo!"

Just as the two mentors were arguing, Ling Feng's body finally swayed slightly under the sword monument.

When he flashed like this, he immediately attracted the attention of countless people on the field, who all looked at him...