In the midst of blood, the scythe arrives again.

The White Tiger Elephant General, who had been immersed in killing all year round, had not really shown what the true killing spirit was until the change of moves at this moment.

Every swing of the blood-colored scythe, the killing intent that was engulfed in it was like the exerted blow of an ordinary Nine Realm martial cultivator.

Fang Chen, who was slashed back several feet by a sickle and fell to the stone ground, because he had used too many powerful sword techniques before, the martial yuan in his body was almost exhausted at this moment, and after the sword heaven and earth were torn apart, the young swordsman's hole card was only the last sword qi.

Coiled in the Martial Dao Yuan Sea, the sword qi left by the Heavenly Sword Immortal.

But when the blood-colored scythe was urged again, the little uncle Qingshan, who had no other means of resistance, had no choice but to lean the soul sea spiritual sense towards the sword qi in the Yuan Sea, but Fang Chen did not suddenly discover until this moment that the sickle that Bai Qi cut between his waist and abdomen, and the inexplicable law Dao rhyme carried on it, actually completely blocked the Yuan Sea of the Sword Dao on that side, no matter how the soul sea spiritual sense poured, it was always difficult to get close to the snow-white sword qi coiled in the Yuan Sea.

Not to mention mobilizing it to kill Bai Qi.

The scythe of the White Tiger Elephant General had already fallen to the top of Fang Chen's head, but unlike the decisiveness of the previous scythes, he seemed to know what a bloody killing scene this scythe would be, the hand of the killing god suddenly froze in mid-air, and the tip of the sickle with red blood stains had already touched the skin between Fang Chen's forehead, and the killing blood qi on the sickle body cut a small hole in front of Fang Chen's forehead, and a drop of blood slowly slipped down the forehead of the young swordsman and slowly slid down his sideburns.

A small dazzling flower of blood splashed on the slate.

The white tiger elephant general who was in that misty blood, the face that was no longer handsome because of the scars, but looked extremely ruthless, slowly came out of the blood, and the killing god lowered his head and looked at the young uncle Qingshan who was banned by Yuanhai and completely lost the power to resist, and smiled.

"In the past generations, only one out of ten of the testers who have entered the assessment of the Susan Emperor dare to challenge the White Tiger Elephant Palace, and even if it is this success, most of the dozens of people are often disqualified from the assessment when they ask the two questions on the lotus pond in this seat.

Su Sang placed the mausoleum in the imperial mausoleum of the Li family, so most of the young generations who entered here had a lot to do with the Li royal family, so no matter how stormy the dynasty was, they were unwilling and did not dare to sword against the dynasty.

And the so-called Tianjiao of these big forces, even if they have some experience of fighting, but it really involves life and death, and there are a few people who are willing to take their lives to fight with enemy generals who are several realms higher than themselves, the second problem in the Lotus Society, under the heart of the Great Dao of this seat, too many people dare not say that sentence.

Therefore, even if there are about 20 people who have come to the White Tiger Elephant Palace over the years, there are about 20 people, but the ones who really came to the palace to fight with this seat, including you, there are a total of three people. ”

It seems that because of the fact that there are too few people who have come to the White Tiger Elephant Hall over the years to meet this killing god thousands of years ago, that human being, even if it is a dead human being, is afraid of loneliness, so that this white tiger elephant will rarely not have a sickle to cut through Fang Chen's head, but sneered with some disdain.

Fang Chen, who fell to the ground, could clearly see the disappointment and unwillingness in the eyes of this world-famous hero of the human race back then.

Bai Qi shook his head slightly, then lowered his head and continued to look at Fang Chen.

"Different from the assessment of the other four elephant generals, this level of trial in this seat can be said to be the simplest and most difficult trial in the saint's mausoleum.

Courage and killing, these two seemingly extremely simple words, but so far, no one has passed the test of the White Tiger Elephant Palace.

Later trialists, your strength is already considered to be the upper reaches of the younger generations of the human race, and even because of your experience, the firmness of your mind is far beyond that of your peers.

But in this battle, you will lose after all, so the only price that the loser will pay is death. ”

The White Tiger Elephant General, one of the four strongest generals under Su Sang's command, seemed to have no desire to continue to talk to people after briefly telling some of the things in the mausoleum over the years, and Bai Qi said and gently raised the blood-colored scythe in his hand, and the blood-colored light on the sickle blade became more and more dense, and even the majestic momentum wrapped on it exceeded the peak of the initial move.

His eyes were firmly fixed on the white young swordsman, and he naturally saw the white tiger elephant general in the layers of blood, and the disappointment between his eyebrows and eyes was almost full at the moment, but compared to these disappointments, what annoyed Fang Chen even more was the strength of the white tiger elephant general.

He was also a Nine Realm cultivator, Fang Chen still couldn't believe why he was already at the peak of his realm strength in the younger generation, but in the hands of this killing god who had been dead for thousands of years, he was so vulnerable.

The five rank candles of the sword, coupled with the sword eight heavens and the earth, and even the sword cultivation technique that carried such a surging martial arts, could not completely extinguish the arrogance of the White Tiger Elephant General.

Bai Qi's use of the Nine Realms Martial Yuan Dao Yun is simply a complete lack of courage to resist.

That blood-colored scythe seemed to be intent on making the little uncle Qingshan, who had fallen to the ground and Wu Yuan all sealed, feel the fear of death, so the speed of the scythe body was extremely slow, but under the pressure of Bai Qi's killing momentum, Fang Chen's body still trembled inevitably, and even the blood mark between his waist and abdomen, the speed of blood gushing out was a few points faster.

In just eighteen years of life, the second time he experienced the line of life and death, Fang Chen's eyes suddenly became a little angry after a moment of gloom.

The blood feud of the Fang family.

Chen Jiansheng's will.

The prestige of the world's swords and armor.

Fang Chen didn't want to die, let alone dare to die.

As a result, the young swordsman's eyes suddenly flashed with the courage of three points to die, and the Yuan Sea in his body could not be used, but the sword method driven by the sword path realm and the soul sea was still able to burst out with the final blow.

Stung by the sword weapon that the blood-colored scythe slashed early, under the best efforts of Uncle Qingshan's junior master, he staggered from behind the White Tiger Elephant, and as Fang Chen clenched his left fist a little bit, the sword body gradually stabilized, and then stabbed to the back of Bai Qi's head.

The cultivators of the Nine Realms, the spiritual consciousness in the sea of souls is already extremely majestic, which can make them control the wind and grass in the radius at all times, so when the sword is stung, the white tiger elephant will be aware of it almost the moment the sword body floats up.

Therefore, when the sting approached, Bai Qi casually raised his left hand, slapped it sideways towards his back, and smashed the sting away again.

The last method of the Imperial Sword also lost its effect, and Fang Chen's eyes reflected the gradually enlarged blood-colored scythe, but he did not slack off at all, thinking about the last possibility of turning the tables in such a desperate situation.

The blood-colored scythe was no more than a foot above his head.

At the moment when Fang Chen's brows were tightly knit and he turned his head unwillingly, on the right side of his body, a drop of blood suddenly splashed.

The young swordsman's eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, and then his eyes followed the drop of blood to climb up, and he noticed the sword wound that had just appeared on the left arm of the white tiger elephant that was faintly visible in the blood mist.

As a result, Fang Chen's pupils shrank unconsciously.

Judging from the difference in strength at this time, Fang Chen, who was completely banned by Wu Yuan in his body, no matter how advanced the method of Rao is sword is, it should be difficult to hurt the white tiger elephant who is at the peak of his momentum, but for some reason, the sword weapon that is not as good as Shen Yuan's sword weapon was stunned, but it left such a hideous wound on Bai Qi's hand.

Recalling what the God Killer had said not long ago, looking at Fang Chen, who was white rising, he suddenly had a bold idea.

As a result, instead of choosing to dodge the attack of the blood-colored scythe, the young swordsman who had collapsed to the ground held his body to meet the scythe with his left hand, and stabbed at Bai Qi's heart with his right arm.

In the bottom of Uncle Qingshan's heart, after making such a decision, he was completely calm, and the young swordsman closed his eyes calmly, and then quietly waited for the result of this sword.

At this moment, Fang Chen no longer had the slightest fear in his heart.

Unexpectedly, the White Tiger Elephant General, who had raised his hand to kill the Nine Realms thousands of years ago, looked quite imposing at this moment, and the moment Fang Chen closed his eyes and took out his sword, his state quickly withered, and even the long sickle touched Fang Chen's forehead first, not only failed to cut through the young swordsman's head, but under the powerful physique of the Nine Realms cultivators, the long scythe was shattered inch by inch and scattered around Fang Chen's body.

And the Shen Yuan, which didn't seem to be wrapped in the slightest martial yuan, pierced the heart of the White Tiger Elephant General in Fang Chen's slow handing of the sword, completely cutting off the blood and qi around Bai Qi's body.

Uncle Qingshan opened his eyes, and when he entered the eyes, the white tiger elephant had already returned to the appearance of Fang Chen entering the main hall at the beginning, dressed in white, with a gentle face.

It's just that at this time, the killing god is white, and the eyebrows are no longer disappointed and unwilling, but full of relief.

Fang Chen leaned on the ground with Shen Yuan, straightened up and looked at the White Tiger Elephant General, and smiled slightly.

"Senior, I won. ”

As Fang Chen's words fell, Bai Qi laughed and patted him on the shoulder, almost slapping the young swordsman who was almost exhausted to the ground again.

"Yes, you won. ”

The assessment in the White Tiger Elephant Hall was carried out around the two words emphasized by Bai Qi from the beginning.

Courage and killing.

Perhaps Fang Chen, who has experienced life and death, does have the courage to face death, but when he really met the white tiger elephant general thousands of years ago, a killing god who killed the world from the battlefield, fear appeared in his heart after all.

And the strength of the White Tiger Elephant General happens to change according to the fear in the heart of the trialist, the more afraid the trialist is, the stronger Bai Qi's strength will be, and the more fearless the trialist, the weaker Bai Qi's ability will be.

When the two first started fighting, because of their confidence in their own kendo, even though Fang Chen had a little cowardice in his heart, he still chose to fight hard, and at this time, Bai Qi, because Fang Chen's fear in his heart was still shallow, so it seemed that he was only a little stronger than the ordinary Nine Realms.

Even in the middle of the fight, in the case of Fang Chen's successive outbreaks of hole cards, because he was quite proud of his control of sword moves and kendo cultivation, Bai Qi's strength at this time decreased again, and under the young swordsman's successive moves, he was actually seriously injured by the sword qi.

But in that ruin, Bai Qi did not die, but crawled out of the ruins, so Fang Chen's heart questioned his own strength, and he was also really afraid of the killing god thousands of years ago.