As the object of the trial derived from the Sword Test Tower, this Xue Xingqi in front of Ye Chen naturally didn't care about the complicated thoughts in Ye Chen's heart, the sword body was overflowing, and Xue Xingqi once again held the sword to meet him.

Putting away the complexity in his eyes, the blood yang sword once again climbed the red and fiery Xuan power, and Ye Chen's arrow flashed, and he was the first to take out the sword.

In the sword test tower, the two long swords kept touching each other, and after Ye Chen used his sword momentum, Xue Xingqi had already begun to fall into disadvantage. Qixingbu flashed in front of Xue Xingqi with Ye Chen's body, only to see a red sword light as blood follow, and Xue Xingqi's figure slowly disappeared in the main hall.

Ye Chen stood proudly with his sword, his eyes quietly looked at the word "Eleven" that appeared on the wall, and then, a warrior with a big sword appeared in front of Ye Chen, and in the battle between the knife and the sword, time passed not for a short time.

The moonlight became more and more brilliant, and around the Sword Test Tower under the stars and moon, there were still a large number of Proud Sword Pavilion disciples, and everyone was talking softly to each other, as if they were waiting for something to break the tranquility at this time.

On the sword test list not far away, the first three gilded names became more and more prominent under the moonlight, and after them, the ninety-seven silver names also inherited the admiration of the disciples of the Proud Sword Pavilion.

"Yue'er, have you seen Senior Brother Ye and Senior Sister Mu?"

"Not yet, I came out early, but I haven't seen them, I guess they haven't come out yet. ”

"Hey, although they are geniuses who have become disciples of the inner sect at the beginning, but the first time they broke into the Sword Tower, they were able to hold on for so long, it seems that these two people are indeed extraordinary, so that there may be a glimmer of hope for Qianrenfeng in the Sword Inheritance Conference in two years. ”

Outside the Sword Trial Tower, Xu Ru and Wang Yue, who were in blue clothes, looked at this tall tower with complicated expressions, and the two talked in a low voice for a while, and an irrepressible sense of depression suddenly escaped from the words "Chengjian Conference".

After inheriting the sword competition, if Qianrenfeng was excluded from Jiufeng, it would be not only the teachers of Qianrenfeng who were sad in my heart, but also these young disciples who had lived in Qianrenfeng for several years.

"Poof!"

In the sword test tower, Ye Chen fought hard with the figure opposite, the long swords of the two were staggered at the same time, with the extraordinary control of the Blood Yang Sword, Ye Chen took out the sword again when the two drew their swords sideways, but the warrior on the opposite side was also not to be outdone, the long sword was also stabbed out with a backhand, and with a little carelessness, Ye Chen was pierced through the arm by the long sword.

What made Ye Chen unbearable was that although the battle in the Sword Trial Tower would not cause damage to the martial artist's body, the feeling in the Sword Trial Tower was no different from the outside world, although there was no blood flowing out after the long sword pierced the arm, but the pain that went straight to the soul did not disappear.

Opposite Ye Chen, the black sword-wielder stabbed Ye Chen's left arm, but his illusory body trembled slightly, obviously Ye Chen's sword also brought him a lot of injuries.

The sword body is staggered, and the second form of the sword trick - Xingkong slashed out with endless streamers, and the moment the sword was about to arrive, the figure of the man in black suddenly disappeared, Ye Chen's eyes froze, and the seven star steps drove himself to change a position in an instant, and in the position where Ye Chen just swung the sword, a one

The same pitch-black sword suddenly drilled out.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Chen glanced at the man in black who appeared with the pitch-black long sword, although he didn't know what kind of martial art this was, but the tricks of the man in black were really unguardable, fortunately, the sword tower also had restrictions on such a martial art, and every time the man in black used such a martial art, he would be weak for a short time.

Forcibly holding back the pain on his left arm, Ye Chen held on to the Blood Yang Sword and strode out violently, and between the sword momentum boiling, Ye Chen directly used the third form of the sword technique-Sword Xingwu.

In a dark red light and shadow, the suppressed sword momentum permeated Ye Chen's surroundings, and the moment the Blood Yang Sword swung out, these sword momentum also followed, and the sword light sped out at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye, and met the man in black suddenly under Ye Chen's nervous gaze.

The surging mystical power dissipated, but the figure of the man in black had disappeared. Ye Chen was calm and carefully sensed the movement around the hall, but to Ye Chen's surprise, the hall suddenly changed its appearance after a while, along with the numbers on the wall.

After a moment of consternation, Ye Chen seemed to react that the man in black had been defeated under his own skill without a sword, and his cautious face relaxed slightly.

On the wall, the crimson "Twenty-Eight" suddenly appeared, followed by a second-grade top-grade demon beast, and at the same time, the wound on Ye Chen's left arm also healed instantly, and the wound disappeared with the pain that went straight to the soul.

After twenty-seven battles in a row, Ye Chen also roughly understood the distribution of the Sword Trial Tower to the trial object.

In the Sword Trial Tower, there is a round every nine floors, and in the same round of the nine floors, the strength of the trial object that the trialist will face will only fluctuate slightly, and in the new round after each ninth floor, the opponent will be much stronger.

At the same time, the physical condition of the trialist will not change in any way during the same round of combat. Whether it is the consumption of Xuan Power or the physical injury, as long as the trialist does not pass a round, he will not get any help, which means that as long as the trialist passes a round of nine floors in a row, then his combat state will directly return to the time when he entered the building.

With a flick of his wrist, the blood yang sword once again lingered with crimson Xuan power, Ye Chen moved his gaze to the demon beast in front of him, and his heart couldn't help but tremble.

The blue light unique to the water attribute Xuanli wandered around in the main hall, and in front of Ye Chen, a creature with two horns was looking at Ye Chen with disdain, yes, disdain!

In the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, among the demon beasts Ye Chen encountered, there were naturally many middle-level demon beasts of three or four grades, but the only thing that made Ye Chen difficult to let go was the terrifying Xuanshui Jiao that he encountered when he was picking Xuanshui Zhi.

In front of Ye Chen at this time, the battle object that suddenly appeared was a second-rank top-rank Xuanshui Jiao, in terms of realm alone, it was equivalent to the martial artist's Xuanzhi Nine Rank or even the peak, not to mention that it also carried the dragon bloodline that the demon beast dreamed of.

Casting a deep gaze on Xuanshui Jiao, although he was very puzzled about why the target of the battle this time had his own emotions, but the things in the Ten Thousand Demon Mountains Ye Chen never forgot this

When he met this demon beast, Ye Chen naturally couldn't wait to fight.

"Xingyue!"

An abrupt shout broke the long-lost silence in the hall, Ye Chen rushed out with a sword, and Xuanshui Jiao also roared, a bit of violence appeared in the turquoise blue pupils, and the azure Xuanli attached to the beast's claws and slapped out.

The claw and the sword collided, Ye Chen took a few steps back suddenly, the Blood Yang Sword trembled slightly, the demon beast was already good at it, not to mention that this was still a Xuanshui Jiao with the blood of the dragon clan, and the collision of one person and one beast was undoubtedly Ye Chen's disadvantage.

A few wisps of flame and sword qi swept through Rumo's pupils, and the sword momentum and the power of fire permeated the hall at the same time, and the seven star steps under Ye Chen's feet brought a trace of streamer, and the long sword in Ye Chen's hand lingered in the Dao fire, and then the sword followed.

It seemed that he was unwilling to lose to a demon beast in the attack, Ye Chen's eyes were horizontal, and the Blood Yang Sword slashed straight to the scale armor of Xuanshui Jiao, the armor of the dragon was naturally extraordinary, but with the blessing of the two potentials, the Blood Yang Sword still pierced into Xuanshui Jiao's body.

"Whew~"

A roar like a python suddenly resounded through the hall, Ye Chen obviously felt the incomparable anger rising from Xuanshui Jiao's body, but the Blood Yang Sword was still pressed down, that is, it was a sword test, that is, a battle, how could Ye Chen be shocked by a demon beast.

Jiao's tail jerked violently, Ye Chen had no choice but to draw his sword and dodge, and as soon as his footsteps landed, Xuanshui Jiao's beast claws slapped straight over again.

Because of its huge size, Xuanshui Jiao's attacks could basically cover most of the main hall, but at the same time, its huge size also meant that it was more vulnerable to Ye Chen's attacks.

The Blood Yang Sword kept swinging, although the Xuanshui Jiao was powerful, but at the same level as the Xuanshui, Ye Chen had never been afraid of anyone and demon beasts.

After the time of half a pillar of incense, nearly half of the Xuan power in Ye Chen's body had been consumed, and with the advantage of Qixingbu in battle, Xuanshui Jiao's body was already covered with dense sword marks, only to hear an unwilling roar, Xuanshui Jiao's huge body turned into nothing in the main hall.

The number on the wall suddenly changed, and a figure appeared in front of Ye Chen, before he had time to think about it, the Blood Yang Sword and a blue long sword collided violently, and under the crisp sound of the sword, Ye Chen suddenly saw the familiar face of the person holding the sword.

Since Ye Lanyue's death, Ye Chen has been dependent on Ye Xi, and in the past few years, although the two are not brothers and sisters, their relationship has long been better than that of brothers and sisters.

After that night, Ye Chen had an insurmountable hurdle in his heart, Ye Xi had not forgotten the figure of Ye Xi who resolutely knelt and kowtowed in order to ask for medicine for herself when she was a child, so Ye Chen naturally would not forget the helplessness when she was taken away by the Ji family.

Although Mu Yushan and the people of the Proud Sword Pavilion have said that the Ji family will regard the body of the emperor's blood as the most noble person in the family, but these ancient family matters, who can really say clearly, as long as she has not seen Ye Xi's life in the Ji family with her own eyes, Ye Chen is not sure that she can still live as naturally as in the Ye family.

Putting away his sword and standing, Ye Chen dodged Ye Xi's Shiyu Sword sideways, and the same seven-star step brought a burst of phantoms under the feet of the two of them, and the hall was overflowing with light.

Fingers in two

For the sword, Ye Chen naturally pulled Ye Xi's sword intent like in the Ye family. The colorful light of the emperor's blood spread out on Ye Xi's body, and in Ye Chen's worried gaze, Ye Xi slapped Ye Chen's chest with a slam palm.

Although it was an illusion, Ye Chen still felt a boundless pain, seeing the colorful sword pounce on him again, Ye Chen helplessly raised the Blood Yang Sword to block Ye Xi's sword qi.

The two swords were staggered, but in a moment, the two of them passed dozens of moves, and in a few years, it can be said that Ye Xi except for the things that he comprehended because of the emperor's blood, all other martial arts were taught by Ye Chen, and because of this, the battle between the two was actually very easy for Ye Chen.

With the sword flower in his hand, he naturally knew Ye Xi's sword moves, Ye Chen dodged very easily, and between the flickering figures, Ye Chen's sword fingers with two fingers were very easy and put them on Ye Xi's eyebrows.

Feeling the mysterious power above the sword fingers, "Ye Xi" seemed to have predicted the impending death, a smile suddenly appeared on the girl's face, the colorful long sword and the Shi Yu sword stopped in mid-air at the same time, Ye Xi looked at Ye Chen blankly.

The sword finger in his left hand still stayed in the center of Ye Xi's eyebrows, but the Blood Yang Sword held in Ye Chen's right hand kept trembling, as if to show the turmoil in Ye Chen's heart. Ye Xi's big eyes flashed and noticed this, a colorful streamer appeared, and then the girl's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving Ye Chen with only one last light smile.

Looking at him in confusion, Ye Chen confirmed that he did not make a move, and when Ye Xi's Xuan power was floating, he was even ready for the end of the trial, but it was Ye Xi's figure who disappeared in the silence.

In Ye Chen's sluggish time, in the empty hall, the number on the wall suddenly became thirty, and in front of Ye Chen, a stone table suddenly appeared, and a colorful tiger on the side of the stone table was looking at Ye Chen with a frightened face.

The changes in the main hall naturally attracted Ye Chen's attention, and seeing that the strength of the colorful tiger in front of him was not inferior to that of Xuanshui Jiao at the beginning, Ye Chen's eyes were even more confused.

The tiger's fear was naturally not because of Ye Chen, but because there was a white-haired old man drinking tea sitting on the stone bench next to the stone table, and this old man was gently stroking the tiger hair on the head of this second-grade top-level tiger.

Ye Chen's confusion was naturally not because of the strength of this tiger, but because the white-haired old man was looking at him with his eyes open, and there were two cups of steaming tea in front of him.

"Young man, what does a sword seem to you?"

(End of chapter)