If this is the first level, how can someone not even be able to pass the first level?" Looking at Zhao Yi, who had already dissipated without a trace, Zhao Yi thought wonderingly.

Before Zhao Yi's thoughts fell, the space not far in front of him was fluctuating, and a swordsman dressed in purple slowly appeared again, his face was still exactly the same as him, but the aura emanating from his body was much stronger than the previous blue-clothed Zhao Yi, which was equivalent to Zhao Yi in his heyday.

Facing this second purple-clothed Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi's face became slightly solemn. You must know that his body in the Qingyun Road space at this time is only half of his own strength, and he does have a lot of pressure in the face of his heyday.

"Boom!" The crimson light was blazing, and a fist roared out, rushing straight towards him, like a round of scorching sun, wanting to burn everything, it was the first type of "Jiuyang Burning Sky Fist" "Red Flame Scorching Sun".

"It's kind of interesting! This second person in purple is not only twice as strong as the previous one, but even the martial arts he uses are much more agile, and he should be a fierce opponent! I just don't know if this is the second level. Feeling the breath of the opponent's attack, the corners of Zhao Yi's mouth hooked slightly, his palm flipped over, the blazing sword in his hand disappeared, and the same move "Red Flame Sun" greeted him.

"Boom!" The two rounds of crimson suns collided together, and the scorching power burst out in an instant, and the entire space became scorching, the heat steamed, and the air was distorted.

Drink!

Zhao Yi directly rose up, passed through the aftermath caused by the attack of the two, and directly punched out again, and the pale yellow light spread, like the first birth of the sun, and the heat was rolling.

The purple-clothed Zhao Yi on the opposite side came out of the sheath directly, and a sword aura flashed, and it also rushed towards Zhao Yi, and the two staggered!

Laugh at!

The next moment, a human head rose into the sky, the purple-clothed figure still rushed forward, the sword in his hand was still blooming with sword energy, but the body was slowly dissipating.

And Zhao Yi stood with his sword, and the blazing sword that disappeared before reappeared in his hand at some point, flashing with a sharp cold light, and the aura was awe-inspiring.

Soon after the purple-clothed Zhao Yi disappeared, this space fluctuated again, and then, a golden figure appeared a hundred meters away from Zhao Yi. His face was still the same as his, but there was no expression, and he still carried a long sword at his waist, and his aura was powerful.

Looking at the third figure that appeared, Zhao Yi's eyes condensed slightly, if his cultivation was in the fifth level of the spiritual energy realm, then the cultivation of the golden-clothed Zhao Yi in front of him had reached the sixth level of the spiritual energy realm, and it was not the kind of existence with only half of the power, but was directly in its heyday.

"Defeat me, and you will be able to pass the first weight of Qingyun Road. Jinyi Zhao Yi said expressionlessly, his voice without a trace of emotional fluctuations, just like a puppet.

"What? Defeating the gold-clothed person in front of you is considered to have passed the first level? It turns out that each level is divided into three levels, and the opponent of the last level is not only one level higher than himself, but also in

No wonder some people can't cross the first weight of Qingyun Road. Hearing the other party's emotionless words, Zhao Yi was shocked in his heart.

The next moment, the sword light flashed suddenly, and countless crimson sword feathers appeared on the side of the golden-clothed Zhao Yi out of thin air, and then shot directly towards Zhao Yi like raindrops.

"Red Feather Sky Sword!"

Zhao Yi naturally did not show weakness, in the face of the attack of the golden-clothed Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi's figure flashed a few times, and the "Cloud Trace Phantom" body technique was unfolded, avoiding all the opponent's attacks without danger.

Although the cultivation strength of Zhao Yi in gold clothes is higher than that of Zhao Yi himself, the other party's martial arts attainments are not very strong, and it can only be said that he can barely be regarded as a housekeeper. In the face of this level of attack, Zhao Yi naturally would not be unable to dodge, after all, his "Cloud Trace Phantom" body technique could be said to have been cultivated to the peak of the realm.

"Sword marks!" A stunning sword light flashed, and the head of the golden-clothed Zhao Yi flew up in response, and the action of attacking followed, and then the entire body slowly dissipated.

"Whew, whew, whew!" Looking at the golden-clothed figure that was gradually dissipating, Zhao Yi was a little rough-dressed, after all, his virtual body in this Qingyun Road space was only half of his own strength, and casting the "sword trace" was indeed a big burden for him at this time.

After the gold-clothed Zhao Yi completely dissipated, the entire Qingyun Road space trembled, and a layer of emerald grass gradually emerged from the barren ground, extending into the distance. Even the overcast sky has become a little brighter.

Then, a pillar of light fell from the sky, enveloping Zhao Yi's body. Under the illumination of this pillar of light, Zhao Yizhi felt that the power consumed before was slowly rising, and it did not stop until it was restored to the same as before. At the same time, in the open space a hundred meters away from Zhao Yi, the space was distorted again, and two blue-clothed figures slowly emerged, appearing in this space, still the same as Zhao Yi's face, just like a sibling.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a sharp aura in his eyes: "Presumably, this is the second heaviest in Qingyun Road, the number is twice as heavy as before, if it continues to grow at this level, when it reaches the tenth level, won't you have to face more than five hundred opponents whose strength is comparable to your own at the same time?"

Zhao Yi thought wildly in his heart, but the two blue-clothed Zhao Yi would not let him think all the time, and after his body was solidified, the two of them directly attacked Zhao Yi.

Although the strength of these two blue-clothed Zhao Yi is no different from the blue-clothed Zhao Yi who was the first heavy before, but the two of them attacked at the same time, and they faintly formed some kind of cooperation, and the power they really exerted was actually above the last golden-clothed Zhao Yi of the first weight of Qingyun Road, so that Zhao Yi had to be cautious.

Zhao Yi's figure spread, and the "Cloud Trace Phantom" body technique was unfolded, and the whole person was like a wisp of green smoke, shuttling through the attacks of the two blue-clothed Zhao Yi, sometimes seizing the opportunity to launch a counterattack.

Whew!

Under another flash, three

The figures of the people are staggered. With the flickering of the sword light, the two heads rose into the sky, and the movements of the two blue figures instantly froze there, motionless.

In another Qingyun Road space, Meng Hui rushed to kill in the crowd, and there were a total of four people surrounding him, all dressed in gold and with a strong aura.

The cultivation of these four golden-clothed Meng Hui is higher than Meng Hui, and the power of the attack is not inferior to him, even if the comprehension of martial arts is slightly inferior to him, but the four people are besieged, and the four figures attack at the same time, as if forming a certain mysterious formation, the pressure can be imagined.

Rumble!

The illusory blood-weeping knife in his hand was horizontal to his chest, blocking the attack of three of them, but he was hit by a punch from another person in the back, and his body staggered out, but it happened to pass through the gap between the two people in front of him.

Seeing this, the eyes of the two gold-clothed Menghui condensed, and at the same time raised the blood-colored treasure knife in his hand and slashed at Meng Hui, and Meng Hui also turned around suddenly at this time, and the blood light of the weeping blood knife in his hand was greatly released, and two thick blood-colored knife qi swept out of the air, directly giving the two gold-clothed Menghui to the head of the owl. Then the body unfolded, avoiding the dying attack of the two.

Hanging in the air, looking at the remaining two golden-clothed Meng Hui, the corners of Meng Hui's mouth hooked up a strange smile, since the two have been solved, then the remaining two are not to be afraid!

The weeping blood knife in his hand was raised, and a strong momentum emanated from Meng Hui's body, with the domineering power that destroyed everything, as Meng Hui slashed out, an amazing knife qi suddenly swept out, slashing towards the remaining two gold-clothed Meng Hui.

"The sword, the waves are turbulent. ”

At the same time as Meng Hui slashed out, the complexion of the two gold-clothed Meng Hui actually changed, and then the two of them also raised their knives in unison, and they also used the "Tyrant Knife" to meet them, and one person cast the "Rolling Waves", and the other cast the "Swallowing Mountains and Rivers".

The three attacks collided violently together, and suddenly set off a violent explosion.

Although the cultivation power of the two golden-clothed Menghui is above Menghui, the higher the level of martial arts used, the more obvious the gap between them and Menghui is, and the "overlord sword" knife technique, the most important thing is the domineering spirit that is only self-respecting, and although this golden-clothed Menghui also has the same domineering sword intent as Menghui, they are always puppet-like existences, and they cannot have real domineering, so the "overlord knife" in their hands cannot exert its due power at all!

Meng Hui's sword directly crushed the attack of the two golden-clothed Menghui, and then the residual power directly surged out, rushing towards the two golden-clothed Menghui, directly annihilating their figures

In the middle of the night, a pillar of light fell from the sky, enveloping Meng Hui in it, and this space slowly trembled.