The body that was about to fall stopped in the air, and Di Feipeng raised his head in some disbelief, looking at the person who stretched out his hand to hold him.

There was a platform not far in front of them, and there was no one else within a hundred zhang behind them, and there was only one person who could hold him at such a time.

"What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you climb up quickly, do you want to die?"

Chun Yuhong frowned, looking at Di Feipeng with some impatience.

On the platform, Xue Huo and the others, whose hearts were hanging high, also breathed a sigh of relief and put their hearts back in their original places. Di Feipeng saved Xue Huo and Yun Yi before, and they didn't want to watch Di Feipeng fall like this.

Di Feipeng didn't speak, grabbed the edge of the long sword with his other hand, climbed up together under the double force of the two, and stood firm, Chun Yuhong immediately let go of his hand, and shook his palm in disgust.

"A stinky sweat, it really dirties my son's hands. ”

If it was before, Di Feipeng would definitely have to fight back, but now, he looked at Chun Yuhong and asked, "Why did you save Lao Tzu?"

"If you let Lao Tzu fall, you won, right?"

Chun Yuhong snorted: "I can save whoever my son wants, and it's your turn?"

Di Feipeng was silent for a moment and said, "Even if you save Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will not let you." ”

Chun Yuhong sneered disdainfully: "What are you kidding, this son needs you to let me?"

After speaking, he didn't look at Di Feipeng, turned around and continued to walk towards the platform, just now he consumed a lot of physical strength, and at this time he walked more vainly. Di Feipeng looked at his back, took a deep breath, and chased after him.

The two of them worked hard to start the final sprint, and this short distance of a few feet became the final level of their victory.

On the platform, Xue Huo and the others still did not leave, but waited for the two.

In the end, it was Di Feipeng who stepped onto the platform first.

He walked onto the platform, sat down, gasped for breath, and Xue Huo and others also surrounded him.

"Hey, are you alright?"

Di Feipeng shook his head, turned around, and saw Chun Yuhong also step back on the platform, also half-sitting down and gasping.

"Hey, I said, I won't let you, or I won. ”

Chun Yuhong glanced at him with a little disgust: "Hmph, it's just your luck this time, hillbilly, you won't be so lucky next time." ”

The corners of Di Feipeng's mouth grinned: "You little white face, Lao Tzu really doesn't like you, but ...... Thank you just now. ”

Chun Yuhong snorted and did not answer.

Although his attitude is still so arrogant, in the eyes of Xue Huo and the others at this time, he is not so annoying.

"This guy is very annoying to speak, but maybe he's not bad. ”

Among the several people, Baoyang secretly whispered.

Dongmen Xiao shook his head: "Maybe, it's almost dawn, let's go rest first, and there will be a second round of exams next." ”

Dao Hongying looked at the teenagers, and a smile appeared on her face hidden under the black veil of the hat, at this time her mentality was somewhat similar to Yue Mingju, although she was not much older than these little guys, but looking at their appearance, she already had a little nostalgia for the high-spirited teenagers before.

The physical and mental consumption of the Asking Heart Sword Road is extremely great, even if the young candidates pass, they are already exhausted, and the physical consumption can also be made up for by the Spiritual Qi True Yuan, but under the pressure of the invisible sword intent permeated on the Asking Heart Sword Path, the mental fatigue is not so easy to recover, and the academy is not a devil training camp, so there is no need to force the candidates to take the next round of exams immediately. After passing the Kendo of the Question, there is a full day of rest before taking the second round of exams.

The candidates who passed the first round of exams passed through the teleportation array and came to the rest place set up by the academy, a huge floating island for repair, on the island, the rest rooms were connected together, forming a ring, starting from the center and spreading outward one by one, the entire island was enough to accommodate thousands of people to rest.

Although this capacity seems to be a little small compared to the more than 100,000 candidates, considering that there are probably not one-third of the candidates who have embarked on the path of the sword of conscience at this time, and even fewer have passed, I am afraid that there is still a lot of time.

Sitting on the bed in the lounge, Xue Huo calmed down and began to meditate.

An hour later, he opened his eyes in amazement.

Originally, when I had just come down from the Conscience Sword Path, I hadn't noticed it because I was extremely tired, but after meditating and recovering my spirit, I realized that the strength of my divine consciousness was much stronger than it was a day ago. And not only the divine sense, but even the purity of the true element has been improved.

Recalling Mei Hongru's words, it seems that this Conscience Sword Dao is indeed not just torture, it does have a sharpening effect, and it is conceivable that the dean who created this sword path is really a wise and boundless power.

I thought that if I could successfully pass the exam and become a student of the academy, I might be able to find a chance to go a few more times in the future.

But he didn't know that the sharpening effect of the Conscience Sword was only the most obvious in the first time, and if he could complete the whole journey, the benefits he would get would indeed not be less, but if he walked the second or third time, he would not have such an obvious effect as the first time.

Right here, while the candidates are struggling to cope with the exam, far away in the extreme north of the continent, in the darkness of the Northern Underworld-

In the dark Northern Underworld, time does not have much meaning, and since he was immersed in the spiritual world, Chen Feng didn't know how long it had been.

Rather, he didn't care about time at all.

All his spiritual power was concentrated in the sea of knowledge, on the black giant sword that stood in the heavens and the earth.

From the very beginning, it was unreachable and difficult to look at, until now, it is getting closer and closer, and finally, it seems that the whole spirit is one with the giant sword, as if he is the sword, and the sword is himself.

When Chen Feng's divine thoughts were completely integrated into the black giant sword, an inexplicable picture appeared in his mind.

It was a white-haired old man in white who was a hunter in white, stepping into the boundless darkness of the void, holding a long black sword in his hand. Although there was endless darkness around him, the sword in his hand was pitch black that was darker than the darkness, as if it swallowed everything visible and invisible, dark and light.

In this way, the old man raised the long sword in his hand and slashed it down, splitting the entire heaven and earth, and the invisible darkness together!

At the same time, there is also the spirit of Chen Feng.

In an instant, Chen Feng opened his eyes.

He was completely sober.

Compared with a long time ago, Chen Feng's vision seemed to be much clearer, and the entire ice valley was reflected in his eyes.

And there seemed to be something more in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Feng stood up, only to realize that before he knew it, he had turned into a snowman, and the snow falling in the dark covered his whole body.

With his movements, the snow on his body fell, and a trace of black light faintly emerged from his body.

As if he had realized, Chen Feng raised his palm and looked at the wisp of darkness lingering between his palms.

"That's ......"

His eyes became sharp in an instant, and at the same time, he subconsciously raised his palm.

Without even pulling out the long sword on his back, Chen Feng pointed at it like this and slashed it out.

A certain dark aura emanated from his fingertips.

With the spread of the breath, a pitch-black crack quietly appeared between the white ice and snow.

This sword, on top of the sword marks that originally spanned the valley, pulled out a vertical black line, which spread all the way to a hundred zhang away.

On this day, in the endless darkness of the Northern Underworld, in the frozen valley, Chen Feng of the Imperial Sword Gate was reborn.

At the same time, thousands of miles away, in the academy, sitting on the top of the sacred tree, Chen Long, who was originally paying attention to the candidates, suddenly sensed something, sighed lightly, and turned his head to look in a certain direction.

"Like, something funny happened. ”

After staring for a moment, the corners of Long Chen's mouth hooked: "It seems that there is something worth looking forward to again." ”