The golden light around Song Yi's body flashed wildly, and the Xuanhuang Feather Armor tried his best to resist the monstrous tide of anger rushing in his face, but Song Yi knew that the Xuanhuang Feather Armor was still immature and could not stop the overly tight and powerful attack, so he quickly withdrew and retreated, avoiding the final counterattack of Elder Tianji.

He retreated for a while, and the offensive came after him again, Song Yi was helpless, raised his sword to meet the attack, and the true qi in his body burst out, stabbing towards the angry tide!

Bang!

I only heard a loud bang in the field, as if a scorching thunder exploded above the person's head, and the whole space was shaken three times, Song Yi only felt that from head to toe as if an electric current had passed, his head was dizzy, and a sharp buzzing sound sounded in his ears, and he couldn't stand up under his feet, and he took five or six steps back again and again before he could barely stabilize his body, his knees were weak, and he almost fell to his knees, and hurriedly put a sword pillar on the ground to support his body.

Kela.

There was another soft sound, and a few small pieces fell on the blade, and there were a few openings, and the cracks were almost all over the sword, and it looked like it was about to be destroyed.

How is that good......

After many hard battles, although the cultivation is constantly improving, people have limits after all.

At this moment, Song Yi finally felt that he couldn't hold it anymore, gasping for breath, shortness of breath, trembling all over, if he hadn't held the sword and leaned on most of his body's weight, he was afraid that he would be paralyzed to the ground and unable to move.

The seven elders have appeared one after another, and they have all been defeated by themselves, and according to the master, this magic circle should have passed.

Thinking of this, Song Yi's heart was relieved, and he was about to sit down and take a breath, when suddenly, the darkness around him surged again, and an unprecedented dangerous aura approached Song Yi from all directions.

Song Yi's heart sank, and he didn't care about the fatigue and pain, he turned over and jumped up, clenched the hilt of his sword, and looked around vigilantly.

The darkness was wriggling, but it was completely different from the dynamics when he replaced the opponent just now, at that time, it was always dark around the venue, as if there were many spectators hiding in the darkness, silently watching Song Yi challenge one opponent after another.

But now...... Song Yi swallowed his saliva, his whole body tensed, and the indescribable tension firmly captured him.

Concentrating, Song Yi's brain raced rapidly, trying his best to capture this indescribable feeling—nervous, dangerous, step-by-step, desperate.

If we still use the metaphor of Fang Cai, at this moment, Song Yi feels that the audience in the darkness seems to be leaving, they are driven out of here by some force, extracting the darkness visible to the naked eye, and at the same time changing the nature of those darkness, making it change from a silent and harmless audience to something more aggressive.

Staring at the fading black around them, Song Yi didn't dare to come out, their colors were changing, from impermeable black, to looming dark red, like a jumping flame.

The audience exited, and the dark red curtain slowly opened.

The curtain call is here.

Song Yi heard the sound of the wind, the wind of the hunting masterpiece was whistling, sweeping through every part of the field, the flames rose into the air under the agitation of the wind, dancing wantonly, the pitch-black field turned into a sea of fire, the ground dissolved, the magma flowed slowly, only Song Yi still retained its original appearance, and the deep and light red flew on his pupils.

Song Yi felt that his breathing had almost stopped, and the pressure on his face was beyond imagination, just letting himself stand in this sea of fire seemed to exhaust all the remaining strength.

He stared at the churning flames in front of him, his arms trembling slightly, he knew that the person who was about to appear was much stronger than himself, and instinctively wanted to escape, but he was very unwilling, forcing himself not to dodge, not to retreat, not even to look away.

The flames spread around Song Yi, writhing and dancing, gathering and spreading like soldiers of the arch guarding the king, and as they slowly retreated, a figure appeared in the field.

It's him......

Song Yi's eyes widened, holding his breath, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

This person walked slowly towards Song Yi, like a spirit from the flames, so strange and so familiar - strange because Song Yi had never really touched him, or even heard his voice; familiar because Song Yi had already recalled his image countless times in his heart, and from the moment he saw him on the painting, this image was deeply rooted in Song Yi's mind.

Du Yat Building.

He seemed to have stepped down from the hanging paintings in the little senior brother's hall, from head to toe was exactly the same as in Song Yi's memory, tall, not angry and arrogant, noble and unruly momentum, and the long hair that hunted and flew in the flames revealed dark red light and shadow.

He approached Song Yi step by step, and Song Yi was excited, happy, and rising nervous and fearful.

He knew that it was not Du Yilou himself in front of him, it was not the master, it was the phantom he left in the magic circle, just like the seven elders he had challenged one by one, Song Yi still couldn't help but cross the joy in his heart, finally, he finally "met" the master, even if it was in such a form.

"Master......"

Song Yi nodded at him slightly, and then raised his sword.

He could feel that Du Yilou's body was exuding a dangerous aura, and the appearance of this "master" was not to congratulate himself, or to come to reminisce about the past, he should be the last level hidden in this magic circle.

Could it be that this is the setting of the circle, and once someone passes the challenge of the seven elders, he will show up?

Du Yilou looked at Song Yi and didn't speak, for a moment, he slowly raised his right hand, followed by lightning and flint, the red shadow in his palm flashed, and a true qi rushed straight to Song Yi!

Song Yi felt a scorching heat of true qi rushing in, and it was in front of him in an instant, and his body and consciousness didn't have time to react, and the whole person flew out!

Being in mid-air, Song Yi's eyes widened in horror, he didn't expect this at all, he thought that he would be able to take at least one move, see the master's skills, and no matter how bad Xuan Huang Yujia can always block, who knows......

It's too slow, it's too weak, there's no room for any reaction at all, that's it......

Bang!

Falling heavily into the sea of fire, surrounded and eroded by rocks and rubble that had turned into magma, Song Yi suddenly felt the burning pain, and it was at this moment that he reacted in his mind - he was defeated.

The defeat is crisp and crisp, and there is no room for turnaround.

Du Yilou's phantom only used a simple move, and it was not even a real move, so he beat Song Yi to the ground with a crushing advantage, and he had no ability to resist.

Song Yi struggled and rolled in the lava, and the golden light of the Xuanhuang Feather Armor continued to sputter, resisting the tongues of fire rolling around him. Through the gap between the flames, Song Yi saw Du Yilou not far away put down his arms, slowly closed his eyes, and the flames swept towards him, but they couldn't do any harm to him, enveloping his figure like waves wrapping around a reef.

Du Yilou turned around, stepped on the lava and flames into the distance, and walked step by step into the majestic and rolling red depths, as if he was about to merge into the flames and cease to exist......

Song Yi's heart was shocked, and he suddenly forgot that this was just a phantom in the magic circle, seeing that he was about to disappear, he was in a hurry, and he suddenly gave birth to a force, broke free from the shackles of magma, and pushed away the fire dragon that was full of entrenchments with his backhand, ran forward, and shouted at Du Yilou, who was about to disappear:

"Master—"

Du Yilou didn't answer, nor did he look back, he stepped on the flames and disappeared completely into the flames, and the surging lava gradually subsided.

staring at the direction where he disappeared in a daze, Song Yijue's heart was empty, and he couldn't tell what it was like.

After a while, he lowered his head, sighed, looked around again, and suddenly found that his sword could not withstand the impact when it was knocked away by the master, and it was completely broken, broken into several pieces, and fell on the ground at his feet, looking so miserable.

This is terrible......

Song Yi frowned, stretched out his hand to pick up the broken sword, and at this moment, the sky swirled in the magic circle, and Song Yi's eyes flickered, and the scene around him changed.

It is still his own courtyard, with red flowers and green trees all around, everything is as usual, and the soft sunlight is falling overhead. The wooden box that imprisoned the circle was silently open, empty of it.

It turned out to be out of battle......

The golden light flashed in the sky, and Jin Yu fell with a roar, standing beside him, as if it was a little strange why he suddenly summoned himself.

A leaf swirled, brushing the hair on Song Yi's sideburns, and fell to the ground.

Song Yi was stunned for a moment, he remembered very clearly, just before he entered the formation, due to the sudden mutation, he subconsciously called Jin Yu, and as the words fell, the sky suddenly revealed the light and shadow of the wind Xuanhuang flapping wings;

Right now......

Could it be that he has been in the battle for so long, but it has only been a moment outside?

That's right, the sword!

Song Yi lowered his head and touched his waist, only to see that the sword he took from the Nine Egret Palace was still hanging there, shining as new.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately the sword was safe, otherwise he really didn't know how to explain to Luo Zhen.

"Huh?"

Jin Yu tilted his head and touched him curiously on the shoulder.

"It's okay, you can go back. ”

Song Yi rubbed its head and said a few words of reassurance, Jin Yu rose into the air and disappeared into the endless sky in an instant.

Stroking the sword in his hand, Song Yi touched the injured shoulder again, his clothes were intact, how could there be any injuries?

After a little operation of the true qi in the body, I felt that it was several times stronger than before, and the feeling of the body was also different from before, more keen, more down-to-earth, and more powerful.

It seems to be real and illusory, like a world away.

"Master......"

Taking a deep breath, Song Yi squatted down, staring at the empty wooden box on the ground, his heart was blank, and only one thought was exceptionally clear-

This circle must also be Master's work.

As soon as he entered this formation, he seemed to be thrown into another time and space, after the wheel war just now, fighting for life and death, constantly being forced to the limit, and breaking the layers of limits, there was a significant improvement in a short period of time.

Standing outside the circle, the battle is fake, but the cultivation and improvement are real.

Also, the master who appeared at the end......

Recalling Du Yilou's seemingly casual move, Song Yi only felt that his heart was surging, both admiring and emotional, he couldn't help but sigh, and said to the voice in his head: "Master is really powerful......

"Yes, Brother Yi, it's the first time I've seen Master's skills, it's really ......"