The elite disciples of the dignified Heavenly Sword Peak must have life-saving means, but if Yan Hui, who is extremely fast, does not stop in time, it is really possible to kill Liao Fan under the sword, and Chang Xi, who is retrograde exercises, covers his mouth with one palm, and a trace of Yin Hong leaks from between his fingers. Liao Fan, who was quick-witted, naturally saw why Chang Xi was injured, and his gaze at Chang Xi was very different from before, without the unwillingness he had before, he was full of sincerity.

Qingfeng failed to continue yesterday's miracle, the peak strength of the Jindan Initial Realm can be said to be more than enough to catch it, relying on the shabby Qingfeng to lose unjustly, in the eyes of countless people, it is already a fluke that he can come to this point.

Chang Xi jumped in to help the scarred Qingfeng, the man in green shirt who had helped Chang Xi to embark on the road of sword cultivation had a look of regret on his face, and said softly: "It's all because of the incompetence of the senior brother, I can't get rid of another person for you." ”

Chang Xi's nose was sour, and he shook his head vigorously, "Senior brother, don't say it." ”

Qingfeng, who had done his best, seemed to be extremely tired, and his eyes closed slightly and whispered: "Tianxiu Peak will depend on you next." ”

Chang Xi nodded vigorously.

The new and old generations of disciples of Tianxiu Peak seemed to have continued their inheritance at that moment, and the two figures in green shirts and black robes supporting each other staggered under their feet, slowly withdrawing from the field under the awe-inspiring gaze of tens of thousands of people, and the back of the black fox seemed to be brewing a storm.

The figure of the thousand-foot lake at the bottom of the mirror lake sits cross-sectionally, on the beach of the blue sword sea, the boy curled up in the sand bed has just opened his sleepy eyes, and he was stunned for a while, the master somehow learned the method of pulling the sword bell into the inner space of the moon rainbow sword, you must know that he has only performed it once in front of the master, and this has been learned?

Yuehong said with some uncertainty: "Master, what are you?"

Chang Xi rubbed the undulating surface of the sword bell and asked, "What are the sequelae of yesterday's method of grinding divine consciousness with stone grinding?"

According to legend, the method of grinding the divine consciousness is a crazy idea that a desperate god in the upper realm came up with in a desperate situation, and repeatedly grinded his divine consciousness with the strength of destroying mountains and mountains, supplemented by the burning of rivers and boiling seas. Afterwards, the divine consciousness of this ruined god increased dramatically and finally survived, and this refining method that can make people feel cold all over the body as long as he heard it once has also gone away, and many people have tried it, either they can't bear the pain and die away, or they succumb to the sea of endless pain and become a foolish person like the walking dead.

The grinding method that has been carefully improved by the Moon Rainbow Sword Spirit is much more complete than it was at the beginning, but it can still make the self-proclaimed toughest guy in the world drown in endless pain until he destroys his sanity.

Being able to endure that kind of pain once does not mean that you can survive the second and third times, the boy transformed by the sword spirit has seen countless tragedies like this, and his face is full of worry, "Master, are you sure you can do it?"

Chang Xi stood up straight.

"Let's get started. ”

On the third day, the competition between eight and four was still in full swing, and the black fox Qiu Jianxiu still didn't come until the last moment.

At this point in the competition, the remaining eight people invariably had a cautious sense of caution between the hands. The people who can stand out among the thirty-two elites in the inner gate of Jiufeng are all people who are thoughtful and have excellent skills, and a little flaw between each other that usually seems insignificant will be magnified countless times at this time, not to mention that the eight disciples of the competition have fought so far, and the hole cards have also been revealed, and no one will easily take the bait again. After taking another step or two, you can win the crown of the disciples of the back mountain, you should be a little more stable, you should be a little more stable, and you can't eat hot tofu if you are in a hurry.

Huang Sheng, who was the last lone seedling of Tibetan Dao Peak, looked bitter, why did he just run into such a strange guy who didn't want to eat hot tofu?

The gap in realm cultivation seems to be completely incapable of being reflected in this sword cultivator who is also the only one left in Tianxiu Peak, and yesterday's killing move that amazed the audience and made Liao Fan of Tianjian Peak hate Yan Hui was just an appetizer for today's opening, Huang Sheng, who could take the famous sword scabies in the sword pool of Tibetan Dao Peak, was by no means an unknown person, and raised his sword to welcome Yan back.

The secret swordsmanship Yan Hui Sword is divided into three sections, and it is difficult to distinguish between reality and fiction, and the victory is unexpected, if he already knows the intention of the sword master, Yan Hui will have to make a big discount on the power of the sword.

Huang Sheng, who was quite strategic, had a bitter face, the situation in the field had never developed according to his expectations since the beginning, and he suddenly understood how Liao Fan felt when he was put on his neck with three swords yesterday.

The scabies who is known for his swift sword speed should not have been able to catch up with Yan Hui's speed under the blessing of the spiritual power of the Jindan Realm, but I don't know what kind of method the envoy of the three swords, one black, one white and one red, is actually as fast as the extreme in the realm of the Jindan Realm. Especially the pure white thin sword led by him, there were a few times when it silently slashed against his neck, and then a few breaths of the roaring sword sound came from his ears.

At the same time, the divine consciousness of the young sword master of the three swords seems to be tireless, and the fingers of the swallow return are hidden in the dragon potential, and the fierce offensive that emerges from the insubordination is pervasive and suppressed, not giving Huang Sheng a chance to turn over. As it was gradually forced into a dead end, the activity space left for the only seedling of Zangdao Peak was no longer less than twenty zhang the size of a palm.

Huang Sheng, who was already defeated, gritted his teeth and swallowed the cold bitterness, while regretting the inferior mentality of not seeking progress but seeking stability, and on the other hand, he resisted two Yan Hui with his body in the realm of death.

Although Huang Sheng of Tibetan Dao Peak was defeated, he was still glorious, and successfully forced out Chang Xi's sword formation of life and death.

On the fourth day, four into two.

The black fox Qiu Jianxiu, who was as fierce as ten thousand enemies, faced Lin Cuifeng, Chen Yan, who was known as ten thousand people. Chen Yan, who was born with a single earth spirit root, was best at defending as thick as a mountain, and in Lin Cuifeng, he was the top cultivator of the Yuanying Realm, and it would be difficult for him to break through the endless thick rock formations that surrounded him for a while. Chen Yan, who has the reputation of "self-contained", has passed all the way and is difficult to meet opponents, and when he meets the enemy, he is proficient in rock control and earth flow wall, no matter how many skills you have, as long as you can't break this turtle shell, you will be consumed alive.

The black robe ran behind the wind and snow, galloping like a black tiger down the mountain, the hazy golden dragon phantom behind him appeared for the first time in full view of everyone, the sleeves of the qi machine swayed like winter thunder, in the glittering golden light of the little King Kong physique that could no longer be perfected, the three swords swept around the array, and the palms of the city destroyed the city to meet Chen Yan, who was as immobile as a mountain.

Countless huge gravels as thick as the size and width of the city gate flew in all directions, and the thick rock layer that was harder than the golden stone was as vulnerable as tofu under a pair of golden fist palms, except for the red long sword, the remaining two black and white double swords were directly stationed on this turtle shell as a sword formation of life and death, and the sharp and incomparable moon rainbow and cave you almost the entire sword was picked into the rock layer to set off a thick piece.

In the martial arts arena, the flying ash was stained with black and white snow, and the ground was devastated like the terrifying vibration of the earth dragon turning over, which made all the disciples watching the battle and the thousands of sect families above their heads silent. Chen Yan, who was in the thick rock formation, was also like ashes, and the wisps of the power of the earth under his feet were all cut off by the black and white artistic conception of life and death above his head, and the earth dragon he painstakingly condensed turned over and launched an offensive from behind Chang Xi to encircle Wei to save Zhao, but they were all slashed and smashed by the long sword that shone with red light.

Before he could come up with any other way to break through the defensive position by a Jindan Realm monk for the first time, a big hand of Sen Ran had already broken through dozens of rock formations and choked his throat.

The silence of the audience could be heard pin falling.

The perfection of the little King Kong physique and the mighty dragon come into view, which coincides with the description in the letter sent back by Jueming, and the abbot of Hongganji Temple has a kind smile.

"This son is very good. ”

The monks clasped their hands together, and the light on the golden body of the Buddha behind them echoed in the distance.

"Amitabha. ”