Wan Buyi's figure walked ahead, leaving a word for Jian Fengyun.

"You can't use your powers."

Jian Fengyun's eyes must be certain, looking at the iron cable in front of him, he can't see where the end is, but it is roughly estimated that it is at least a thousand zhang long, such a long distance, it is not allowed to use divine power, it seems that it is really not easy to enter the ancestor hall of Mingyang Divine Sect.

However, even if you can't use your divine power, the power of qi and blood shouldn't be suppressed.

Jian Fengyun's heart moved, he lifted his upper body, and his footsteps fell on the iron cable.

The iron rope shook slightly, and at this time, Wan Buyi in front of him had disappeared.

Jian Fengyun was not flustered, and walked slowly towards the front of the iron cable.

After walking out of more than 30 zhang, there was already a white fog before and after, and there was no scene to see around, and the whole person seemed to be submerged in the clouds.

The air was quiet and terrifying, and Jian Fengyun unconsciously became vigilant in his heart.

There is something unusual around here, and in the air at a height of tens of thousands of meters, at least the wind can be heard, but there is no wind here at all.

Call~

At this moment, a cold light passed by.

Almost instantly, Jian Fengyun's footsteps were light, and the figure jumped upward, landing on an iron cable on the left, shaking endlessly.

The cold glow swept over the place where his footsteps had been, exuding a sharp cold light.

"Murderous!"

Sou! Sou! Sou!

Without waiting for the sword wind and clouds to think about it, three more winds sounded alternately, and the three demons were cold from three directions at the same time, locking his entire body, unable to go up or down.

Jian Fengyun's eyes swept away, and he reacted in the next moment, his footsteps were slightly forced, and he clicked a little chain, and the figure swept forward ten feet away, and finally landed on the chain in the center, making the third chain shake sharply.

His body, both in terms of stability and agility, had already reached its extreme under the blessing of the Heaven Devouring Divine Body.

Whoosh whoosh ......

At this moment, a series of wind sounded, and at least twenty flying blades swept in, with terrifying lethality, and the edges were slightly red.

Jian Fengyun's eyes froze.

This batch of attacks was divided into front, back, left and right, and almost blocked the direction where he could dodge.

Although his physical body is strong, he can feel that these flying blades will be stronger, and his defense cannot resist it.

Therefore, at this time, you can only dodge, not fight.

His heart immediately calmed down, listened to the wind, and lightly landed on the right rope, all his right feet under the rope, and his left foot on it, fixing the rope on his right foot.

In the next second, his body was lying on his back forty-five degrees directly downward.

Four flying blades almost brushed against his body, and in the second of the sweep, he quickly reversed the position of his left and right feet, and the figure quickly stood up again.

For the strength of his feet, he has used it to the extreme.

Whoosh whoosh ......

In the next moment, a dense wind sounded, and the sword wind and clouds could be felt, and there were flying blades everywhere around, and there was almost no place to dodge.

At this moment, the only thing that can go is in front, but there are flying blades in front, and there are flying blades in front of you, but fortunately, it is not so dense, and there is still a glimmer of life.

Jian Fengyun's figure flashed, and his footsteps took quickly, constantly sweeping forward.

On top of the three iron cables, his figure flickered alternately, because of the speed, the strength of his footsteps was a little large, so the amplitude of the iron rope swaying was also much larger.

However, this does not affect the progress of Sword Fengyun.

......

At the end of the iron cable, in front of a dilapidated stone hall, there was a dry ancient tree, and there were a few withered yellow leaves on top of the ancient tree, and the ground was full of decaying fallen leaves.

A little snow was piled up in front of the stone hall, and the ancient trees were also stained with a lot of snow marks, making them look white.

A desolate scene.

Under the ancient tree, Wan Buyi stood with his hands tied, looking at the whirlpool in front of him, with a worried look on his face.

"Do you think he'll be able to get through?"

An ancient voice sounded in Wan Buyi's ears.

"Maybe."

Wan Buyi was thoughtful.

"This bridge is the bridge that the God Emperor walked, those who cross the bridge have to be inherited, and those who fall off the bridge are protectors, Mingyang Shenzong has passed so many years, but no protagonist has appeared, so I am a little tired of waiting."

The voice rang out again.

"Maybe it's him, he's not the same as the people who have come here before."

Although Wan Buyi was a little worried, his tone was still extremely firm.

At least three hours have passed, and there has been no sound of anyone falling off the bridge.

"Don't be too hopeful, there's no end to this bridge, you know." The old voice sounded again.

"Hey!"

Wan Buyi sighed.

There is no end to the cold rope bridge, he naturally knows, because it is a test left by the founder of the Mingyang Divine Sect, and only the inheritance left in the test of comprehension can reach the other side.

He also used to walk across the bridge.

But he only lasted half an hour before falling off the bridge.

Those who cross the bridge have to be inherited, and those who fall off the bridge are protectors.

The meaning of this sentence is that those who can really pass through the Hansuo Bridge can get all the inheritance left by the founder of the Mingyang Divine Sect, while the person who falls off the bridge can only choose an ordinary inheritance, and from then on he will be the protector of the person who crosses the bridge.

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many Tianjiao have walked across this bridge, and the longest record has even walked for several years, but it has never been passed.

Because they don't know that there is no end to the Cold Rope Bridge, and its true meaning is to comprehend a heritage.

Wan Buyi didn't know if Jian Fengyun could pass the test, but now he could only give it a try.

"It's strange, how can this chain bridge be so long, it's been a day, and there is no end in sight."

Jian Fengyun was puzzled in his heart, and he dodged the flying blades around him while sensing ahead.

The white mist is vast and there is no end in sight.

The number of flying blades around him had increased, and the speed at which he needed to move was getting faster and faster.

Of course, no matter how it increases, there is still a glimmer of life ahead for him to dodge.

"No, it's not a simple bridge, it's a formation!"

Jian Fengyun's mind moved, and he felt his constantly jumping figure, which was coherent like a true method.

From this moment on, he secretly remembered how he jumped and fell, and the time and distance between them.

I don't know how long it has been, his eyes have been closed, and his figure can shuttle between countless flying blades.

"There is no shadow, one step at the end of the world, the law is invisible, but it is just a stone's ......"

Unconsciously, the surrounding wind quietly disappeared, replaced by the Sanskrit sound of one scripture after another, which was very mysterious.

Jian Fengyun felt that he had entered a strange realm

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