There was an uproar in the Sword Sect Square, and almost everyone was talking about it, talking about the Netherworld Ghost Fire and the scene they had just seen.

And Danhong's face was blue at the moment, and the last glance when Ye Chaoyang left, he still had palpitations, and his clenched fists were white due to excessive force.

And when everyone's attention was attracted to these topics, a figure appeared silently in a corner of the square, and then disappeared into the crowd.

On the high platform of the square, Lin Feng, the peak master of Tianzhu Peak, opened his eyes slightly, and swept towards the place where the breath fluctuations appeared, looking at the slightly emaciated figure, a faint smile appeared on Gujing Wubo's face.

If you look at it in the eyes of other disciples, you don't know what kind of sensation it will cause, it is simply a fantasy for them, but they know their master's character, they are not smiling, upright, not angry and arrogant, how can they have such a kind side.

The transparent Xuanqi wall hummed and trembled, blooming with dazzling brilliance, announcing the end of the second level of the Sword Tomb.

The sword pattern refreshed the ranking, and the sword pattern list also stopped fluctuating throughout the time.

"Danhong, Inner Gate Shuangshi Peak, five million nine hundred and eighty-seven thousand sword patterns, ranked first. ”

"Song Yiyi, Inner Gate Cloud Jufeng, 4,968,000 sword patterns, ranked second. ”

"Long Qianyu, Inner Gate Cloud Shadow Peak, 4,545,000 sword patterns, ranked third. ”

...

"Sikong Haoran, Inner Gate Cloud Shadow Peak, 2,893,000 sword patterns, ranked fifteenth. ”

...

"Qingyu, Inner Gate Tianzhu Peak, 2,689,000 sword patterns, ranked twenty-ninth. ”

...

"Wang Lin, Outer Gate, one hundred and fifty-four thousand sword patterns, ranked one hundred and eighty-five. ”

At the top of the sword pattern list is still Dan Hong, which can be said to be expected, and the number of his sword patterns far exceeds the second and third places, and the area where Shuangshi Peak is located erupted into deafening cheers.

And Danhong himself, without the slightest excitement at the moment, faded away the hideousness on his face, restrained his fierce momentum, only a pair of sharp eyes in the depths, blooming with bloodthirsty cold light, he stared at Sikong Haoran's name, and his weird smile made the entire space seem to be shrouded in a layer of cold frost.

A charming figure stood on the high platform of the Sword Sect Square, and the invisible coercion spread, and the originally noisy square also returned to tranquility at this time.

"The purpose of the Sword Sect Festival is to temper you, temper your strength, temper your heart, temper your will, so that you can deeply understand that strength is the foundation of this continent, and when you walk out of the Sword Sect, you will face far more dangers than the dangers you have experienced here. ”

"The sword mark on your hand is a lifesaver for a certain part of the people, and for those who want to have great strength and want to stand on the top of the continent, it is a dispensable ornament. ”

"We will all face many choices in this life, some of which can get you out of your current predicament, and some of which will also lead you to fall into the abyss. ”

"Temporary failure is just a checkpoint that you must go through on the road of life, the peak masters and elders here, everyone has experienced you, failure and death are not terrible, what is terrible is the cowardice in your heart. ”

Chen Qi's words were like a hammer hitting each of them in the heart, and at the same time, it was also like a lighthouse guiding the way forward, now that the catastrophe is coming, affecting the whole world, what can be done is to let them have a strength to protect themselves before the catastrophe comes, and at the same time hope that they can shoulder their own mission.

"A total of 185 people successfully walked out of the sword tomb this time, and according to the rules, the last 100 were all Tao

Eighty-five people remain, and you have a day of rest, and you will be greeted by the most brutal decisive battles and challenges. ”

"All the outer disciples who pass through the Sword Tomb, you are qualified to challenge any one of the inner doors at the end of the decisive battle, and if the challenge is successful, you will directly enter the inner gate, and the challenged person will fail and be removed from the inner gate, and there is only one chance. ”

"And the inner disciples who have been eliminated, whether they are eliminated before the end of the second level of the Sword Tomb or in the challenge, if they want to re-enter the inner gate, they can only participate in the grand event once every ten years to challenge. ”

"I, along with all the peak masters and elders, look forward to your performance in the next day. ”

Chen Qi's words fell, and the four figures on the high platform of the Sword Sect soared into the air, disappearing into the afterglow of the last sunset.

In the area of the inner gate of the square, there were several figures as if they had fallen into an evil spell, and their whole bodies trembled involuntarily, even their nails sank into their palms without realizing it, allowing blood to stain the ground red, and some even staggered and fell to the ground.

Among them, some of them were besieged by outer disciples and eliminated, and some were eliminated by smashing the sword seal, unwillingness, remorse, and hatred filled their entire hearts and souls.

In the area where the outer disciples are located, there are bursts of thunderous shouts, ten years of perseverance day and night, ten years of scarred dedication, will usher in a high-profile applause.

The people standing in the inner gate area, they felt locked by countless gazes, like jackals, seeing salivating prey, opening their bloodthirsty fangs that had been grinding for ten years.

Eyes converged in the air, and a shocking battle intent caused the Xuan Qi above the entire Sword Sect Square to be violently disturbed, and the invisible battle intent tornado roared wantonly, as if it was catharsis and provocation.

Inner Gate Cloud Shadow Peak.

A petite figure with two ponytails, eyebrow bangs, and shallow dimples on his face is busy in the kitchen.

Under the crescent-like willow eyebrows, on the delicate cheeks, several black marks loomed, and the steaming millet porridge on the stove was rippling at the moment, and it could be clearly felt that her cooking skills had improved slightly, but there was a faint burnt paste in the fragrant fragrance that came out from time to time.

The people on the stove are like the moon, and the frost and snow are condensed on the wrists.

At this moment, she was holding a wooden bowl of millet porridge, and on her green little hands, some red spots dotted on it, and the tingling pain that came made her frown slightly and her red lips slightly raised, but she did not make a little painful hum.

Turning around and walking, he walked towards the back mountain, leaving the torch to sing silently.

A figure appeared at the door of the kitchen at some point, the proud exquisite curves, the deep phoenix eyes, and the unintentional breath made the autumn wind seem to stop breathing, and even the swishing yellow leaves seemed to be intoxicated.

"This little girl can take care of people, it's really rare. The whisper dissipated in the wind, and the mantis raised its head slightly, looking in the direction where Ye Ziying disappeared.

"Huh... What does it smell like?" Qian Lulu retracted her gaze, turned her head to look at the kitchen, saw wisps of black smoke rising from the stove, and laughed silently: "If I hadn't come over, I'm afraid this kitchen would have been burned by her." ”

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The starlight shines through the latticework and casts on the back of the bed with its knees crossed in the cabin.

Soon after Sikong Haoran was sent back to Cloud Shadow Peak by Ye Chaoyang, he woke up, remembering everything that happened in the stone room, and couldn't help but be soaked in cold sweat all over his body again.

Putting aside all distractions, scenes in the stone chamber resurfaced.

Although he was in a coma at that time, the earth-shattering battle between Mirage and Elder Wen Yu was all in full view of the soul vision, especially when the mirage cut out four killing words, his soul power of the perfect spiritual realm almost fell into the endless sea of corpses and blood.

In the silent operation, the mystery of life and death has benefited Sikong Haoran a lot, and he has also gained a deeper understanding.

What shocked Sikong Haoran even more inexplicably was

As soon as the mirage appeared, the rules of order between heaven and earth collapsed under its edge, and it even regarded the rules released by Elder Wen Yu as nothing, which can be said to be arrogant to the extreme.

And now, Sikong Haoran's strength realm is in the consummation of the Great Sword Master, as long as he comprehends the rule avenue between heaven and earth, he can enter the half-step Sword Emperor, or even the Sword Emperor realm.

I don't know if it was intentional or self-operating, everything that happened at that time was so natural, and there was a hint of weirdness in nature, whether it was good or bad, at least it gave him a good opportunity to experience the change of rules.

In the Sword Lake, the Netherworld Ghost Fire was refined, the soul power broke through to the spiritual realm consummation, the soul decision successfully broke through to the second level, and the soul refining tripod also completed a transformation, and now its spiritual intelligence is like a seven or eight-year-old child, and it can communicate smoothly.

This time the first two levels of the Sword Sect Grand Event can be said to have brought him unexpected gains, and several life and death crises have of course left a deep impression, after this experience, more understanding, he is more confident in the decisive battle of the third level.

"Squeak..."

A ponytail peeked out of the crack in the door, and then a petite man walked lightly into the wooden house with a bowl of steaming millet porridge.

glanced at the figure sitting cross-legged on the wooden bed, gently closed the door, and walked slowly towards the wooden table with slender steps.

Sikong Haoran's soul power is so strong now, Ye Ziying had already discovered her existence as early as Ye Ziying appeared outside the wooden house, and when she saw the dirty appearance on her face and the wooden bowl in her hand, she knew what was going on, and her heart was surrounded by a warm current, "Senior sister, why are you here." ”

"Senior Brother Haoran, you're awake. Ye Ziying patted her little chest with her hand, breathed a sigh of relief, and really scared her, her red little face was very cute under the starlight.

Sikong Haoran walked out of bed, came to the wooden table, looked at Ye Ziying, who looked like a little flower cat, and the corners of his mouth twitched with a smile like a spring breeze, "Don't move, there is still a little bit that has not been wiped clean." ”

"Oh..."Ye Ziying looked at Sikong Haoran with a pair of big eyes, she could feel the temperature on her face, and the breath coming from her face.

"Senior sister, do I have dirty things on my face too?"

Ye Ziying kept staring at Sikong Haoran like this, as if a small stone had been thrown into her heart, and with the ups and downs of the ripples, the little heart was beating twice as fast as usual.

"Ahh I... I made you a millet porridge. Ye Ziying didn't hear what Sikong Haoran said just now, and her hands waved in front of her at a loss, and then she remembered the purpose.

Looking at the little confused Ye Ziying in front of her, she couldn't help but smile a little, and then her face changed greatly, the taste of this millet porridge, a bad premonition came to her heart, and then she saw the red spots on her little hands, and her heart seemed to be blocked by something, "Did you get burned when you were boiling porridge?" ”

Sikong Haoran stretched out a hand, and the majestic soul power ran in the palm of his hand, placing it an inch away from her hands.

Ye Ziying felt a warm current coming from her hands, it was very comfortable, the tingling sensation in her hands disappeared, her eyes widened, and she said in surprise: "Senior Brother Haoran, you can also heal." ”

A white jade bottle appeared in Sikong Haoran's hand, and then evenly smeared it on the dark place, and said proudly: "I will have a lot of things, this is Ice Muscle Jade Bone Powder, smeared on the injured area, it will quickly stop the bleeding, and it will not leave a scar, take it and put it on your body." ”

"Oh... Senior Brother Haoran, you drink the millet porridge quickly, otherwise it won't taste good if it's cold. Ye Ziying took the jade bottle and smiled happily, just wanted to get the wooden bowl, but was preempted by Sikong Haoran.

"Is it delicious?" Ye Ziying asked.

Sikong Haoran: "... It's delicious. ”

"Then I'll serve you another bowl. ”