At this time, on the test table, Zhao Cangxuan's sword finger was attached to Yang Qing's neck, and Yang Qing also reached Zhao Cangxuan's neck with a sword.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, just Zhao Cangxuan shot quickly like thunder, Yang Qing didn't even have time to take out the sword, just when he crossed the sword, Zhao Cangxuan's sword finger had arrived.

Now the situation that seems to be a tie on the field is actually Zhao Cangxuan's victory.

"Got it. Yang Qing put away his sword and saluted Zhao Cangxuan respectfully.

He really admired Zhao Cangxuan, and defeated him without using his aura, if Zhao Cangxuan was holding a wooden sword instead of a wooden sword, but an iron sword, I am afraid that Yang Qing at this time would already be a headless dead corpse.

Zhao Cangxuan's performance was completely unexpected by the sword-wielding old man, he thought that this one Yang Qing was enough to temper Zhao Cangxuan, so he let the other nine people leave, but he didn't expect Zhao Cangxuan's improvement to be so fast, and he defeated Yang Qing in only two competitions.

"It's time to give you a day off. The sword-wielding old man dropped these words, and then walked away.

Zhao Cangxuan's heart was extremely excited, and a sword finger had faintly reached the point of a small sword, his body was like a sword body, and his fingertips were the tips of the sword, so he had this divine sword.

Zhao Cangxuan was still immersed in the previous sword intent, standing on the test platform, and did not leave for a long time.

The night dew and frost, this night, there is snow falling from the sky, and the earth is white, like a silver-white garment.

Up and down the Golden Mansion, there are hundreds of shining stones, which are used for lighting, although it is night, but the Golden Mansion is still bright, like day.

In the bamboo forest, Zhao Cangxuan held a wooden sword and tirelessly practiced the basic thirteen sword moves, already sweating profusely, and still persisting.

The old man with the sword leaned under a bamboo tree and watched Zhao Cangxuan hand out and take back sword after sword.

In the middle of the night, the old man with the sword walked up to Zhao Cangxuan, snatched the wooden sword from Zhao Cangxuan's hand, and said: "The highest level of Mahayana swordsmanship is to abandon its form and keep its mind. ”

The wooden sword spun around in the sword-wielding old man's hand, and then the sword-wielding old man began to practice his basic thirteen sword moves for Zhao Cangxuan.

"The swordsman, the decision, the break. The old man with the sword said, a sword stabbed into the void, the sword body was like a real dragon, Zhao Cangxuan didn't feel any aura fluctuations from the old man holding the sword at all, but the space that was stabbed by the sword collapsed in a large area, and then returned to the original.

A sword was slashed out, and the sword was like a giant axe to split a space, which was extremely bluffing.

Zhao Cangxuan watched intently as the sword-wielding old man punched out all the thirteen basic sword moves one by one, almost in one go, without half a minute of pause and stagnation.

Until the last sword crash was cast, Zhao Cangxuan only felt a trace of understanding in his mind, but it disappeared in a flash and he couldn't grasp it.

"It's up to you how much you can understand. The old man with the sword said, throwing the wooden sword to Zhao Cangxuan.

Zhao Cangxuan caught the wooden sword and nodded, the basic sword move thirteen swords performed by the old man with the sword can be described as a divine fusion and a sword, and the void can be shattered with all sword intent, and Zhao Cangxuan, who saw it, yearned for it, and his eyes became eager.

In the snowy night, Zhao Cangxuan was tireless, practicing the basic sword moves of the thirteen swords again and again.

After a while, Zhao Cangxuan suddenly stopped, and began to think about the stabbing sword of the old man who held the sword before, and began to deduce.

But after stabbing the sword more than a dozen times, Zhao Cangxuan found that he only had a few resemblances, and he couldn't do it as easily as the old man with the sword.

Zhao Cangxuan took a deep breath, and recalled in his mind the words of the old man with the sword before.

"Abandon its form, leave it to its mind. ”

This sentence echoed in Zhao Cangxuan's mind, Zhao Cangxuan closed his eyes, relaxed, and constantly reflected the previous sword and the tens of thousands of swords he had stabbed out in his mind.

Yunling Continent, Northern Continent, Demon Clan.

In the Ten Thousand Demon Cave, a big demon lives in the deepest part, with a body like a python but a deer antler, a pair of vertical pupils like dragon pupils, exuding a dragon-like breath, the scales all over the body are extremely black, but flashing with a faint light, it is a spirit Jiao.

In the demon cave, there are ten other big demons in it, facing the depths of the cave.

"In the near future, we must always be vigilant, and report as soon as the Terrans step into the North Continent, and we must not miss a trace at this critical juncture, understand!"

From the depths of the cave, a voice slowly came, echoing in the huge cave, and ten great demons were prostrate on the ground, listening.

"Understood. A snake replied respectfully.

Then the ten demons left the cave one after another and headed for the northern border.

In the deepest part of the cave, Heijiao went deeper, twisting its huge body.

In front of a huge stone door, I saw that the black Jiao suddenly changed into a human body, wearing a black robe covering the whole body, only revealing a head, and the neck was covered with pitch-black scales, which made people tremble.

Heijiao pushed open the stone door, and from behind the stone door, a strong light emitted out, making people unable to open their eyes.

Hei Jiao walked in, the pitch-black stone steps were extremely hot, and the black robe on Hei Jiao's body touched the stone steps, and was instantly burned and turned into flying ashes.

Stepping on a hundred stone steps, the black Jiao stood on the edge of the furnace, in which there was a flame that could melt all things, which had been scorched for hundreds of years and had not been extinguished.

Heijiao stared into the furnace, his eyes reflecting the fire in the furnace, and his entire face was fiery red.

Suddenly, he jumped into the furnace, his black robe was burned to ashes, he swam to the depths of the sea of fire, a vast sea of red flames, slapped on the black scales of the black Jiao, this flame is enough to burn all the powerhouses of the king realm, extremely terrifying.

After a while, a yellow light appeared in front of his eyes, and he smiled, the corners of his mouth rising involuntarily.

The black Jiao swam faster, crossing the sea of fire that was getting hotter and hotter, and approached the yellow light.

"Hurry up, I can't wait!" Black Jiao trembled all over, and he looked at the yellow light and muttered to himself, almost mad.

The yellow light continued to emit yellow ripples one after another, slapping on the black jiao's body, and even the scales covering the surface of its body twisted.

On snowy nights, the bamboo forest is covered with a screen, and the snow gradually becomes heavier and thicker.

Zhao Cangxuan stood in the snow with a wooden sword in his hand, his eyes were closed, and his body was covered with a layer of snow, like a statue motionless.

His breath was gentle, and although he was there, he seemed to be one with the snow, as if he was in the world.

I don't know how long it took, suddenly a wave came from his body, and the old man with the sword also felt this fluctuation, and hurriedly walked towards Zhao Cangxuan.

I saw Zhao Cangxuan in the snow, still closing his eyes, he held a sword in one hand, his body moved, and stabbed at a falling snowflake in front of him.

Boom!