Xian Ao

Yu Zecheng returned to his body in the magic circle in an instant. In the magic circle opposite, a scream was heard. Ye Luo collapsed on the ground in the magic circle, trembling all over. He looked around in surprise, his eyes full of fear.

At this time, a senior brother who was building the foundation appeared beside him and seemed to say something to him, and then took him away. Yu Zecheng found that he could not fly the sword now. He was taken away by someone. How could the impact of failure be so serious?

At this time, a person appeared beside him. It was his master Tiannan Zhenren. He slowly said: "Don't think that it is so easy to decide life and death on this division platform. Your body will not be damaged here, but the horror before death will be magnified ten times and transmitted back to your brain. It will be repeatedly strengthened in the next three days, giving you infinite stimulation. This is what the Zhongxing Patriarch did deliberately. In this way, some disciples will be traumatized and can no longer pick up the flying sword. They will have no way in their hearts, their minds will be taken away, and they will become waste from then on. This will prevent them from dying under the swords of others in the future and bringing shame to our Xuanyuan Sword Sect. There will also be some disciples who will indulge in this kind of life and death, become more bloodthirsty than anyone else, and will bravely move forward when encountering a battle, killing the enemy for fun. Such disciples, the warriors of the battlefield All the arrays are in front, and soon they will all be banished.

Only disciples who are not affected by life and death can embark on the road to immortality. When you start learning the six swords, these countless selections have already begun. If you can't stick to yourself, can't grasp your own way, and stick to your ideals, you can't go far. "

Yu Zecheng nodded firmly and said:

"Disciple understands, my way is my sword, I am free and everything is up to my heart."

Nantian Zhenren nodded, turned and left. At this time, the 28 pairs of disciples in the field were still fighting tirelessly, but several of them had already shown signs of defeat. In the air in front of the magic array where Yu Zecheng was, there were 28 illusion arrays floating, all three inches in size. These were the images of the 28 pairs of disciples fighting each other. As long as you want to see whose battle, as soon as you look at it, the illusion array will immediately become larger and fly in front of you. All other illusion arrays will avoid it and will not affect your watching of the game.

At this time, two illusion arrays were disillusioned in succession, and two more people defeated their opponents. In this novice competition, many people had just learned the six swordsmanship. It was the first time for them to truly control the six swords in battle. They had little combat experience and were quickly defeated and killed.

Yu Zecheng took a casual look and found that one of the winners in the two places actually had the bone Lun Qi pattern. Before he could react, the illusion arrays began to break one by one. In the time of an incense stick, there were only seven illusion arrays left in the air.

In the surrounding magic arrays, the screams of the losers continued to be heard. This ten-fold magnification of the fear of death made people irresistible. There were screams in the venue. Now the screams were not afraid, but they were afraid that they would be buried in the heart and could not be cleared. The mind was taken away and the mind was affected. It was impossible to resist life and death. Then there was no hope for the immortal path from then on.

Another quarter of an hour later, the battle was finally over. They had built their foundations for a short time, their true essence was thin, and they had learned powerful sword techniques. It was good enough that they could fight for such a long time. The last group of two people actually used up all their true essence and could not control the sword. In the end, they fought on the ground and relied on martial arts to decide the winner.

The losers left the venue, and what awaited them was three days of painful torture. The winners immediately prepared for a new battle, and did not give them any time to breathe, because when you fight the enemy, the enemy will not give you any time to breathe.

As for those who ended the battle first, they had more time to recover. This was earned by their efforts. Don't complain. Who made you end the battle last? This is also a kind of alternative fairness.

Now there are 29 people left, fighting against each other, one person has a bye, and a bye is also a kind of luck, and luck and fortune are also counted in strength.

In an instant, Yu Zecheng appeared on a plain. There was snow all around for thousands of miles, and under the snow was endless ice. When he entered this place, his opponent disappeared. He lurked under the ice, ready to ambush Yu Zecheng.

After the first battle, many people saw blood and immediately began to understand the battle. This person was one of them. There was no trace of him in the snow, and he wanted to ambush Yu Zecheng.

Yu Zecheng laughed. This was the thing he was least afraid of. If it were any other world, he might be at a loss. In this illusory world, there were only two of them. The invisible dark annihilation spirit consciousness transformation technique moved randomly, and he immediately possessed the other person and saw himself through the other person's perspective.

However, this invisible dark annihilation spirit consciousness transformation technique was instantly decomposed. This decomposition was not active, but seemed to be passive. The other person seemed to be protected by something, protecting him all the time.

Yu Zecheng's head suddenly ached. He couldn't use the invisible dark annihilation consciousness transformation technique within three hours, but this one glance was enough. Through the other party's perspective of observing himself, Yu Zecheng roughly knew where he was hiding. He turned around and shouted to the snow a hundred feet away: "Didn't you say you wanted to test your sword with me? Why did you hide when the opportunity came? Come out, Wang Shuyuan." A figure rose from the snow. It was Wang Shuyuan. He smiled and said: "Brother Yu, how did you find me? I sensed your consciousness, but I used the Chaos Invisibility Method, which was created by my master. Even the consciousness of a real person in the Jindan period would not find me. What secret method did you use?" Yu Zecheng said: "This is the Xuanyuan Breaking Invisibility Technique, which is specially used to break invisibility techniques like yours. You are wearing black clothes, but hiding in the snow. Anyone with a little vision can see you."

Wang Shuyuan was wearing a black battle suit, but it did not affect his invisibility. Before the two of them could fight, they began to bicker with each other, attacking each other's psychology and creating opportunities for themselves.

Wang Shuyuan said:

"Senior brother, my master said that I was tricked by the ancient mirage in my mind. Although those hallucinations have been eliminated, there are still some roots. If I want to completely drive them away, I must kill you with the sword, so This time you and I will be divided into a group. Please help me, senior brother, and let me kill and solve my mystery."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Why are you talking nonsense? I was your big brother all the way here. Now as time has passed, I find that you are a little carried away, so I want to educate you today and let you know what the word "senior brother" means."

Wang Shuyuan laughed and said:

"Senior brother, it's not like I haven't seen you practice swordsmanship. I really can't think of how you can educate me about the Five Elements Spiritual Roots, hey."

The implication was that Yu Zecheng was overestimating his own abilities. The words Five Elements Spiritual Roots immediately touched Yu Zecheng's reverse scales. Yu Zecheng stopped talking, and the flying swords on his back appeared in pairs.

A flying sword appeared in front of Wang Shuyuan, and a pair of flying sword wings appeared behind him. The pair of mixed-wing swords emitted a chaotic sword light. He said:

"Senior brother, these swords are all given to you by your master. No matter how many flying swords you have, it does not mean that you are strong. The meaning of flying swords..."

Before he could finish his nonsense, Yu Zecheng's whole body turned into a golden light and rushed towards him in an instant. Yu Zecheng's body and sword merged into one and slashed towards Wang Shuyuan.

Wang Shuyuan looked solemn in the face of this tyrannical sword light. He just wanted to stimulate Yu Zecheng, but now that he had achieved his goal, he was extremely careful, flapped the chaos flying wings on his back, and immediately stepped back a foot.

One wrong step, one wrong step. What Yu Zecheng wanted was his retreat. In an instant, Yu Zecheng was over him, only fifty meters away from him. His body and sword were separated. Although he was breathing heavily, the twelve Golden sword lights lined up one after another, and the brilliant sword lights shone like this ice and snow.

These twelve swords came like waves. Wang Shu originally believed that these flying swords were real or fake. Yu Zecheng's cultivation was the same as his own. He cultivated the Xuan Qi in the sword heart, but he could only control three flying swords.

It is absolutely impossible for Yu Zecheng to control so many flying swords. There must be phantom attacks in these flying swords, trying to deceive himself, but these flying swords make it difficult to distinguish the true from the false. And the overflowing cold murderous aura in the air penetrated to the bone marrow, making people feel as if they were falling into an ice cellar.

Wang Shuyuan roared, and a layer of swords suddenly appeared in front of him. The area ten meters in front of him was covered in the sword light, turning into a chaotic sword circle. This was a Hunyuan Qi light sword move that was as closed as a seal, with full range defense. The two hybrid wing swords also joined in, and the three swords danced together, using the strongest defensive sword move that his master personally designed for him.

Wang Shu's original chaotic spiritual root was selected by Master Yinglong to change many sword movements for his unique design, so that his chaotic true essence and sword heart can be brought into full play. This move is like a seal.

Wang Shuyuan prepared to defend. In this sealed ten-meter sword circle, any phantom attack or sword energy attack would be absorbed by the chaotic sword circle and turned into his own true energy.

As long as you use three flying swords to resist the physical attack of the opponent's flying sword, you will be foolproof. Moreover, the sword moves modified by your master have miraculous effects. As long as the opponent's flying sword enters this sword circle, your own flying sword will Automatically protect yourself and definitely block the opponent's attack. Although this defense cannot last for long, it is absolutely invincible.

Wang Shuyuan didn't care whether Yu Zecheng's flying sword was real or fake. As long as he withstood the opponent's first round of attacks and waited until the opponent was exhausted, he could fight back with his own Hunyuan Qi. His characteristic is that the more he is beaten, the more real energy he accumulates. However, a single strike from the Prison of Light killed him to pieces.

One sword, two swords, three swords, four swords, five swords, how come they are all real flying swords? Impossible, six swords, seven swords...seventeen swords, eighteen swords...thirty-one swords, thirty-two swords...one hundred and seven swords, one hundred and eight swords...one hundred and seventy-three swords, One hundred and seventy-four swords...

Yu Zecheng's flying sword attacks are like waves, endless, endless, endless, one sword after another, one wave after another, one wave after another, in just a few breaths, like a violent storm. Likewise, in an instant, more than two hundred swords had been slashed out in succession.