In the Rainbow Sword Gorge, the air is filled with a strange smell, it is a fierce breath, not losing the irritability, damp and dry are mixed with each other, exuding the smell of sticky soil, blue, white, purple, blue and red five colors of fog, obscuring the line of sight, but also narrowing the field of vision......

Walking alone in the narrow canyon, Feng Jueyu's first feeling is danger, the fog in front of him is very thick, and the fierce breath is constantly approaching, as if he has discovered the existence of Feng Jueyu, and wants to cut him with a thousand knives.

This is only the entrance, and there is no way into the big array.

Feng Jueyu clearly saw that there was a stone tablet with heavy traces of vicissitudes beside him, and the vigorous characters carved on it exuded a sharp breath.

"Yihong Sword Gorge"

Standing in front of the stone monument, he was only close to stepping over, but Feng Jueyu didn't do it, feeling the fierce sword qi in front of him, his expression gradually became solemn.

"What a domineering sword aura. Rao is a sword-respecting wind killer, and at this moment, he has to praise, the sword qi in the sword gorge is completely beyond his imagination, it is a powerful aura that he has never seen before.

"Hehe, he's scared. ”

Outside the canyon, the expression of resentment in the dust became faintly happy when he saw Feng Jueyu standing in front of the entrance of the canyon and stopped, Yihong Sword Gorge is a cultivation treasure place that he often goes in and out of, the reason why Wanyue Heavenly Palace is called a holy land of martial arts is mostly because of the existence of Yihong Sword Gorge, the sword qi there can completely allow the master of the Ning Zhen Realm to stay for about ten breaths, because these ten breaths are enough to exhaust the true yuan of the ordinary Ning Zhen master.

People who don't know about Yihong Sword Gorge walk in rashly, there is only one possibility, that is, death.

Dustfall vaguely remembered that day in the main hall, after Feng Jueyu left, Wu Qingqiu's request to Dao Volley, the goddess actually fell in love with this grand envoy surnamed Feng, and she even asked for a fair choice of husband, and decided the agreement to fight with the three of them for Feng Jueyu.

Why should he wait for me to fight? Just rely on his three-legged cat's kung fu and weak true yuan?

Boy, I wish you a terrible death!

Smiling suspiciously, Dustfall turned his head to look at the goddess in his heart, and unexpectedly, he found that Wu Qingqiu's attention was not on his body, nor at the entrance of the canyon.

Wu Qingqiu, who was stunned, was lowering his head and blushing at this time, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wu Qingqiu has never felt like this today, the kiss with the man's skin and the grinding of her ears and temples are the first time she has encountered it, and when the warm heat sprays on her face, her heart beats like a little rabbit.

How so?

Oh, what am I thinking? That guy actually dares to tease this girl in person, this girl must be good-looking.

Thinking wildly, Wu Qingqiu suddenly raised his head, his eyes met the dust, and he turned his head away with a snort.

The shy red face before, coupled with the indifference now, made Dusty hate Feng Jueyu even more.

"He's in, count how long he'll be out. At this moment, the crowd erupted into a cry, and everyone began to stare at the entrance.

At the same time, Feng Jueyu also walked into the Yihong Sword Gorge, and the moment he stepped into the front foot, Feng Jueyu definitely swore that he was fully prepared, but when he walked in, a fierce sword suddenly came from the front, although this sword qi was not powerful, but it was definitely a power of condensation.

"Huh!"

The cyan sword light flashed, and Feng Jueyu subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he knew that he was standing on the edge of the Sword Gorge, and this step of retreat wouldn't it be a joke for people outside?

Gritting his teeth, Feng Jueyu swooped in, and at the same time, his thoughts flashed quickly......

One breath.

A sword.

The blue light sword shot out against the scalp, and the cold murderous aura carried by the sharp sword light made Feng Jueyu shiver all over.

Good fast sword.

He muttered in a low voice, and without waiting for Feng Jue Yu to react, left, front, and right, three more sword rays flashed, and they split into three ways to attack Feng Jue Yu.

The brilliant purple, blue, and red sword rays were more powerful than the previous sword qi, and there were actually slight scratches in the space......

"Hmph, I can't cure you, does this son still need to mess around in Hongtu?"

He snorted lightly in the cold, Feng Jueyu and the sword in jianzhen were more energetic, slightly leaned over the two sword rays, and the right hand flipped the chaos dagger in his hand, sat on the horse, lifted his body, and the true yuan surged up, and the full true qi that had been refined in the morning immediately turned into a piece of sword light and twisted towards the sword mang.

"When ......"

The sword flew in response, and Feng Jueyu's right hand was also numb, and soon Feng Jueyu calculated how much the actual power of the sword was......

In terms of the number of true yuan, it takes about one-third of the true yuan to block this sword......

"It's amazing. ”

Feng Jueyu gasped, and finally had a slight understanding of the previous evaluation of the people outside, no wonder they set how much time they could get out of, it turned out that the power of the sword qi here was actually so great, and it seemed that this sword qi seemed to have the characteristics of the main attack, and it was still second to prevent it, the key was not to give people any time to breathe......

"Hmph, this son has 418 tricks, and the true yuan is incomparable, I'm afraid you won't make it. ”

Knowing the power of the formation, Feng Jueyu roared angrily and broke into the canyon, the chaotic dagger in his hand flying like a dance, as fast as lightning.

Under adversity, it is the most able to exercise the change and power of the move, which is like two masters of life and death, although the shackles of the realm determine the difference between strength and weakness, but in order to survive, their own potential also accounts for a large part of the proportion.

Now Feng Jueyu is starting to like a place like Yihong Sword Gorge a little, because here, he can vent the endless true yuan to his heart's content, squeeze his true yuan reserves to the extreme, and frantically hone his martial arts skills, and he doesn't have to worry about being attacked by someone at all, because no one here will waste energy to sneak attack him, unless they want to die with him.

"Come on, let's see how long this boy can last. ”

With lightning speed, the chaos dagger in Feng Jue Yu's hand fluttered and danced like a butterfly flower, and one after another sword rays flew out by him, hitting the axe-chiseled canyon and leaving clear sword marks.

Just as Feng Jue Yu was dancing his blade to his heart's content, a pair of eyes were staring at him in the deeper part of the canyon.

"Huh, who's this guy?"

Not far from Feng Jueyu, a young man in a strong suit with short black hair made a puzzled voice, this person is strong and mighty, but his appearance is not without losing his grace, he is the dragon among people, his forehead is densely covered with sweat, and the long sword in his hand is constantly waving, swinging away the sword that is similar to attacking Feng Jueyu.

Unlike the wind and feathers, this person's movements appear to be more relaxed, often pulling out at will, without turning his head back, and the sword from behind will shoot far away.

casually picked the tip of the sword, the black-haired young man raised his sword finger and put it on his chest, and the true qi in his body suddenly dispersed, and with a buzz, he forced all the dozens of swords that came to him away, and immediately, he stood steadily in mid-air, and his right hand put the long sword behind his back, so condensed, the true qi outside the gang forced all the swords to be half a meter away from the surface of the body, and he didn't need to do it calmly.

The black-haired young man looked at the front carefully, his eyes were constantly changing, from doubt to surprise to surprise zuihou was shocked, and the short kung fu was extremely exciting.

"When did such a master appear in the Heavenly Palace, his short blade didn't seem to have any rules, but it came first, just right, well, Ning Zhen Triple Cultivation, he actually stayed here for a full eighty breaths, could it be the descendants of the Zhao clan and the Chen clan?"

The young man muttered, and when he let his strength go again, he already disdained to pay attention to the sword mang, because he found that it was more interesting to watch the kid on the other side break through the formation than to cultivate by himself.

"One hundred breaths?" The young man's eyes suddenly lit up: "Ning Zhen Triple insists on a hundred breaths, it's already the limit, don't you go out yet?"

"One hundred and twenty breaths. The young man counted silently, his pupils dilating.

"Still not going out yet?"

"One hundred and thirty breaths, terrible, this person doesn't seem to have deliberately suppressed the cultivation realm, why ......?"

"One hundred and forty breaths?

......

Just as the short-haired young man in black watched in shock as Feng Jueyu broke into battle, outside the Yihong Canyon, he fell into an unprecedented silence.

A pair of stunned eyes were tightly locked on the entrance to the canyon, and a whisper resounded almost methodically under the same rhythm.

"One Hundred and Forty-Five ......"

"One Hundred and Fifty ......"

"One Hundred and Sixty ......"

"He's not out yet, he's not going to die in there, is he?"

Seeing Feng Jueyu walk into the Yihong Sword Gorge with their own eyes, the people of Wanyue Tiangongmen, who knew something about his cultivation, were all paying attention to the time that Feng Jueyu had stayed in Jianzhen, and when they found that Feng Jueyu had not come out for more than one hundred and sixty breaths, people had a thought at the same time: That arrogant guy must have died inside.

As disciples of Wanyue Heavenly Palace, they couldn't know much more about Yihong Sword Gorge, the three masters of Ning Zhen, they had to come out if they stayed in it for a hundred breaths at most, otherwise they would definitely not live to see the sun the next morning.

Wu Qingqiu panicked, he didn't expect Feng Jueyu to be so bad, he died?

"Oh, our grand plan makes it, it is unfortunate to ......" Dusty smiled, but before he could finish speaking, suddenly, a yellow halo lit up at the mouth of the Sword Canyon, and with this bright light, three sword rays shot out wildly from the sky.

The large array is laid out according to the layout of the formation, and the sword qi will not leave the valley in normal times, and unless someone deliberately pulls out the sword qi.

This means ......

"That guy isn't dead?"

The exclamation sounded in an instant, as if to verify people's guesses, and when the words fell, a figure burst out of the canyon.

"Damn, I can't hold it, what the hell is this place?"

"Wind ...... Wind Feather?"

Outside the valley mouth, Wu Qingqiu and Dustfall froze at the same time......

A word to readers:

The first shift on the 22nd. I can't hold it anymore......