"After waiting so long, someone has finally passed the second level!"

"Did anyone really get through?"

"Yes! Let's go, the boss has called us over! ”

In front of the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, in the distance high in the sky that was unknown to everyone, the two Pure Yang Sword disciples who were flying with the Imperial Sword looked very excited, and in a place where no one could see, they left as quickly and silently as when they came.

And in the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, there were no disciples who had any expectations or assumptions about the rest of the people in front of the door who were panicked and unwilling to retreat.

The sun is already setting, and the night is approaching, even if there are still people who have the courage to step into the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, what is the use?

The only time left was not enough for them to pass the second level of the Introductory Trial.

In the sea of swords and fires, the conversation between the two teenagers did not last long, and soon, a white shadow coming with a flying sword and the wind attracted their attention.

Many years later, they still can't forget the indifferent smile and the otherworldly elegance of the young man who came with the flying sword, and there was expectation and sustenance in his eyes that others could see through at a glance when he came with a blue-robed sword.

Before the two teenagers could figure it out, they saw the young man raise his one-handed robe and wave it gently, and the hideous and terrifying sword mountain and sea of fire suddenly disappeared without a trace.

And what caught the eyes of the two at this moment was suddenly the magnificent palace with towering pavilions and flowing water sleeves in the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion.

At this time, they were actually in front of the main hall of the Pure Yang Sword Pavilion, as if they had never taken a step forward

"I knew we had already fallen into a fantasy!" Seeing that the scene in front of her had suddenly changed, Mo Kongjing, whose face had changed a little, snorted coldly, and after turning her head sideways to see the two young men who were intact, she sighed slightly in her heart, but the anger she had previously dissipated a little.

The bonsai of the flowers was still stained with blood, and the long corridor in front of the main hall was full of blood splashes, obviously those demon beasts not long ago were real and did not belong to the illusion.

Even though the outside world has passed on how dangerous and inhumane the entry trial of the Pure Yang Sword is, for so many years, the Pure Yang Sword is still erected in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, respected as the head of the five major sects, and the embodiment of all decency, no matter what, it will not really be regarded as a human life.

Seeing that the blue-robed young man flying with the sword was staring at the two young men who were shocked with a light smile at this time, Mo Kongjing tilted his head slightly and fell into deep thought.

Turning over all the records of the Pure Yang Sword in her memory, she finally searched for a few words, and it was precisely because of that otherworldly chic temperament that she could determine who the person in front of her was.

Feng Nanning, the chief disciple of the current head of the Pure Yang Sword - Feng Nanning.

It is rumored that this person not only has a superior appearance, but also inherits the consistent demeanor of the disciples of the Pure Yang Sword, with a heroic posture, and his swordsmanship is one of the best even in the Pure Yang Sword where there are endless masters, and most of the records of this person in the immortal cultivation world are extremely high.

It's just that such rumors completely disappeared as early as seventy years ago when the demons invaded, and Feng Nanning also completely disappeared from people's sight at that time, and Mu Zeting also rose at this time and became widely known, and even became the chief disciple of the Pure Yang Sword in one fell swoop.

"Next is the final level of the introductory trial, go and stay here, are you ready in your hearts?" Turning over and jumping off the flying sword, Feng Nanning's smile was gentle and harmless, and the sharp eyebrows couldn't hide its coldness even when they laughed.

The two teenagers glanced at each other, as if they understood that they had successfully passed the second level of the Pure Yang Sword Introductory Trial, and at the same time, they immediately reacted and nodded vigorously.

In the end, it is the heart of a teenager, they have already passed such a difficult and dangerous level, they have that self-confidence, no matter how difficult it is, as long as the two of them work together, they will definitely be able to get through the difficulties.

But what happened next was clearly very different from what they had in mind.

The two teenagers followed Feng Nanning step by step up the stairs in front of the main hall, and the sound of footsteps obviously alarmed the few people sitting in the main hall.

"Sword Pavilion? It turns out that the main hall is the Sword Pavilion? Let's go ahead and have a look. Seeing the two big characters of dragon flying and phoenix dancing written on the plaque in the main hall, Mo Kongjing, who frowned slightly, immediately stepped up the stairs.

The blue sky, the palatial palace, the endless wide staircase, and the cold main hall of the Sword Pavilion Hall.

Vaguely, she could feel that perhaps the third level of the Pure Yang Sword Introductory Trial might be very different from her conjecture.

Walking in front of the Sword Pavilion, Mo Kongjing suddenly hesitated, at this moment she was standing in front of the main gate of the Sword Pavilion, and the Sword Pavilion was the core of the huge sect of the Pure Yang Sword.

It was only opened when the sect opened the mountain to accept disciples, which shows how much the heads of the Pure Yang Sword have attached great importance to the opening of the mountain and the acceptance of disciples, and even the core of the sect, the Sword Pavilion, has not hesitated to open.

The Sword Pavilion is the core of the Pure Yang Sword Sect, and of course outsiders are not allowed to step in, but when she thinks that now she is just trapped in a deep illusion and traces the memories in Mu Zeting's mind, she feels that it doesn't matter.

It's all come this far, why not go in and have a look?

Although he hesitated for a moment in his heart, it didn't take long for Mo Kongjing to step in.

However, out of expectation, the Sword Pavilion turned out to be just an ordinary hall, and there were no important things.

It is no different from the main hall used by the great sect to entertain distinguished guests, with old-fashioned tables and chairs, decorations with a cold and serious atmosphere, and two neat rows of wooden chairs under the chief seat.

Looking at the room full of people in the Sword Pavilion in surprise, Mo Kongjing was embarrassed to find that it was difficult to recognize who was who.

Only above the chief, the handsome man in a green coat standing with his hands behind his back can probably guess who it is.

The current head of the Pure Yang Sword, Jun Xuting, is a young, handsome and extremely powerful person, he is the youngest of the heads of the Pure Yang Sword in the past dynasties, and he is also the most hard-working, responsible and able to take on great responsibilities.

It can be seen that he is an extremely capable head of the five major sects during the period of sword cultivation and can still lead the Pure Yang Sword for a long time, but it is a pity that he himself appears too little in the immortal cultivation world, and for his rumors, there are only a few words in the immortal cultivation world.

And those people sitting in the Sword Pavilion, except for the one who stood with the chief in his hands, most of the momentum was surging, and the constricted sword blade was still cold, in front of so many masters, the two teenagers couldn't help but get nervous.

And Mo Kongjing, who didn't know much about the Pure Yang Sword, stood at the door and didn't dare to take a few more steps, the masters of the Pure Yang Sword were all sword cultivators, even if those domineering breaths had been secretly suppressed by the master, but the leaking fierce aura was enough for their juniors to be afraid.

"Don't be nervous, this is not a wolf's lair."

Seeing the nervousness of the two teenagers at a glance, the man who stood with his hands in the chief spoke calmly and comforted.

His voice was very cold, and his whole person felt like a sharp and dark sword, although it was dim, but when he looked closely, there was a unique brilliance hidden in it.

(To be continued.) )