Jiang Wei was really so convinced by a person of his generation for the first time, and with Cai Wenzhao's share, his nervous mood completely relaxed, and he began to meditate on this platform to recover to his best state. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Because, the hard battle is still to come.

Under the way of the sword, everyone watching the battle was shocked by Cai Wenzhao's amazing move for a long time, and they couldn't say a word for a long time.

Even Pu Yuan saw it for the first time, and it turned out that this sword path could still be cracked like this.

Above the air, Chen felt different colors again and again, and found that he was more and more appreciative of this young man.

"Hmph, it's just a trick, after the first section of the Fire Cloud Sword Dao, the next is the thousands of sword caves, which can be fought at will, with Cai Wenzhao's cultivation in front of Deng Ai, I really can't think of how he can escape. Zhu Ling's face was a little ugly, and he still said with a hard mouth.

"Bang bang. A sound of applause came from the side.

Zhu Ling looked over with some surprise, it turned out to be the third young master Cui who was with Cai Wenzhao, and said with some mockery: "Why is it that Cai Wenzhao is dying now, do you know that he has come to join me?"

Zhu Ling looked at Third Young Master Cui with disdain, except for being fat, this kind of gentleman was simply useless.

"No, no, no, I'm not applauding you, I'm asking you to remember the sound. Third Young Master Cui seemed to feel that Zhu Ling's IQ was a little incomprehensible, so he slapped his right hand on his fat face again.

"Bang bang, it's this kind of red and painful feeling. Third Young Master Cui said very sneeringly.

"You!" Zhu Ling's face sank, but every time he predicted that Cai Wenzhao would not work along the way, but as a result, not only did he do it, but every time he was okay, everyone was stunned.

For a moment, Zhu Ling had the urge to be choked to death, shook his sleeves angrily, and snorted coldly, but his tone was a little lighter than before: "I don't believe it yet." ”

After 7,000 stone steps, the flames erupted from the flue were already shocking pillars of fire, each like a fire dragon.

In the face of these terrifying fire dragons, even Deng Ai had nothing to do, so he could only release the realm and burn the true yuan to forcibly break through.

However, for Cai Wenzhao, not only did he not have to make a move, but the sword intent around him had already automatically protected the master, and he rushed forward without fear of death, and the sword intent shattered the fire dragon one after another.

What's even more amazing is that those sword intents that rushed out from the stone wall were not as elusive as they made Deng Ai miserable, but as soon as they entered the realm of Emperor Cai Wenzhao, they surrendered and rebelled.

Therefore, along the way, Cai Wenzhao's sword intent around his body has not been consumed, but has been constantly replenished, if you want to use one word to describe it, it is: walking on the ground.

Even Cai Wenzhao still has the leisure time to appreciate and appreciate the hasty back in front of him.

Deng Ai had already stepped on the eighth,000th stone step at this moment, so although the consumption was huge, his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, because victory was just around the corner.

Again, holding back the pain in his body, Deng Ai took a big step, and such an uninterrupted charge reminded Deng Ai of the battle of attacking the Xiongnu in the north with Sima Shi a few years ago.

The only difference was the months of cold they faced, the time when a cold corpse fell from his side, from the initial despair and helplessness to the last frown.

Deng Ai is confident, with the hardness of his will, no one in today's kendo can match it.

"Cai Wenzhao, it's for you to give me my cultivation, but without my will, it is also impossible for you to catch up with me. ”

Deng Ai, his eyes are extremely cold, he is ruthless to the enemy, but even more ruthless to himself.

Another mouthful of essence blood spurted out, Deng Ai walked up the nine-thousand-step stone steps, and Cai Wenzhao had already stepped into the eighth-thousand-level stone steps.

Due to the smoke and dust of the fire dragon, Deng Ai didn't feel Cai Wenzhao's approach at all, and in his consciousness, even if someone could barely keep up with his pace, this person could not be Cai Wenzhao.

This entire sword furnace, the person who can be in his eyes is only one Zhan Lu, half of Chen, of course, if Zhao Yun appears, it will be a different matter.

Jiang Wei may be able to compare with himself in terms of cultivation, but how can a fledgling teenager compare with himself who has sharpened his mind from the sea of corpses and fire.

Jiang Wei, it's still a little bit hot.

But a little heat can be deadly.

Raising his head and squinting his eyes to dispel the fire in front of him, Deng Ai glanced at the thousands of sword caves, and there was a trace of coldness on his face.

There is the grave he chose for Jiang Wei and Cai Wenzhao, of course, provided that Cai Wenzhao can walk out of the kendo alive.

On the nine thousand stone steps, the flames here had already begun to dissipate, and only the fierce wind remained.

These Gangfeng are the forging flames formed by extracting the essence of earth fire from the sword furnace.

It looks colorless, but it's actually hotter and more destructive than any fire.

Moreover, this kind of Gang Feng can burn the True Yuan Gang Qi!

Deng Ai has stepped into it, his face has changed, this kind of wind blows on the surface of his body, his clothes have no reaction, but the true yuan in his body is restless and burning!

"Not good!"

Deng Ai's face was solemn, his realm expanded, and the true yuan in his body was continuously released, just like when a forest fire was in the middle of a forest fire, a pyre ring was built to burn outside, so as to prevent it from spreading inward.

It's just that this kind of rule of law does not cure the root cause, and it can't last long, and it's also a helpless move.

Deng Ai's body was like a ball of fire, Zhenyuan was constantly burning, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Under the sword, Pu Yuan looked at the three people who were in the lead in the sword, and the emotions in his eyes were complicated.

The performance of Deng Ai, Jiang Wei, and Cai Wenzhao, especially their will, made him admire.

He knew very well how difficult it was in the way of the sword, otherwise why would there be two platforms to rest.

Especially Deng Ai, who is the leader, his unremitting willpower is really terrifying, and this kind of person is worthy of being a young man who came out of the Great Wei Army.

If you encounter such a ruthless general's army on the battlefield, you must be in despair.

For so many sessions, Pu Yuan has never seen such outstanding young people, although their cultivation may not be as good as in the past, but the willpower, understanding, and talent they showed can even be compared with the one Chen Zhi had in their year.

If these three people can grow up, there is reason to believe that they will all become ministers of the society.

Of course, the one who moved him the most was Cai Wenzhao.

Cai Wenzhao's performance at the moment is simply unique and shocking.

Who dares to break the sword monument, who dares to smelt the Emperor Domain, and who dares to order three thousand sword intent to walk around like this, crossing the sword path is like crossing the road in the early morning.

This young man is always able to turn decay into magic.

Deng Ai turned into a spontaneously combustible fireball in the wind, and with the rapid consumption of the true yuan, the speed became slower and slower, as if he had to use all his strength without taking a step.

His face grew paler, even his lips became dull and covered with dry dandruff.

It's just that the more this is the case, the more cold Deng Ai's eyes become, he doesn't believe that Jiang Wei can be like this, burning the true yuan and frantically sweeping the formation, this kind of desperate feeling that is almost on the verge of death, he is very familiar with it.

And against this despair, he is even better at it.

Even, obsessed, so the corners of his chapped mouth grinned, revealing a terrifying smile.

He stepped on the ninety-thousand-eight-ninety-ninth level, just another hundred steps.

Deng Ai began to count down in his heart, counting down his victories, and counting down the end of the lives of Cai Wenzhao and others.