After a while, Liu Yiwen walked through the dense forest and came to the lakeshore. The lake in front of it has an irregular oval shape, and the surrounding dense forest forms a circular sandy and gravel zone with it.

He looked around the shore of the lake, and the figures shuttled, and more than a dozen huge light shields were already lit up, and the rest of the disciples were already taking stones. His eyes closed slightly, his divine consciousness was released, and the scenery within a radius of several acres immediately poured into his mind.

It only took a dozen breaths before he realized it and walked towards his right. There are not a few tree monsters that produce red jade crystals near the shore of the lake. Thinking about it, it is also understandable that if a lot of time is spent on searching, it is almost impossible to collect all three kinds of spars in just three days: red, blue, and ink.

It was only half a burnt incense, and he was already standing in front of a giant tree of eight or nine feet, and he looked at it carefully. The main trunk of this tree is thick, the tree has a lot of branches, and the leaves are like willow leaves, the size of a palm. Above the canopy of the tree was an egg-sized flaming red crystal, shining red in the sun's light.

Liu Yiwen took a deep breath, condensed a yellow shield, and walked over slowly.

The moment he just entered the shade of the tree, the fiery red spar suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, with the spar as the center, bursting out countless silver-white thunder lights, like a brilliant firework exploding, with the trunk of the tree as the axis, a thick light mask trapped him in it.

He looked up, leaped forward, and prepared to step on the branch and move upwards with his strength. Unexpectedly, the branches of the tree turned flexibly to one side, as if they had come to life.

Liu Yiwen had already expected it, and on the side of the direction, he stepped on the main rod and flew up diagonally. Suddenly, there was a wind in his ears, and a branch swept his waist, his heart was slightly cold, his right hand flashed, Yao Li held it in his hand, and with a wave of his backhand, he was going to cut the branch in two.

The branches of the tree suddenly rose to the ground, and the sword let out a low sound that broke through the air, but it slashed into the air. Bang! A sword qi struck on the shield not far away, only causing a slight ripple, and there was not much change.

Before he had time to think about it, the sky was dark in front of him, and countless branches were pressing towards him, so he hurriedly used a body to avoid it to the right, and found that there were many more branches and vines attacking him below.

Liu Yiwen's eyes flashed slightly, and a light blade instantly took shape, slashing down quickly. The branches staggered, and an emerald green shield of light appeared, blocking the sword's blow in an instant.

In a moment's time, he crossed the distance of two zhang and landed again on the ground.

Liu Yiwen's face was slightly gloomy, and he looked at the tree spirit again. Although the light blade just now was a hasty blow, the power should not be underestimated, and the dryad just randomly formed a shield to block it, and the defensive power was really amazing.

However, at this moment, he was no longer allowed to think about it, and the dryads took the initiative to attack. The branches fall all over the sky with green leaves, gathering in the air, forming a mysterious shape, its handle facing up, the tip of the leaf pointing down, like countless willow leaf sharp knives.

Liu Yiwen frowned slightly, holding the sword with both hands, the tip of the sword was slightly tilted, and his steps quickly rotated according to a certain pattern. He spun faster and faster, and the dust rose like a tornado. The sword glowed with a blazing orange and white light.

The sword was divided into six, like a huge red and white lotus, and the strange whistling sound was incessant, and the momentum was extremely great.

This style is the ultimate sword style in the Vajra sword technique - "Falling Feather Style". Thinking back to the time of the competition, he defeated Wei Song with this style, and he was ashamed of his previous shame, and he sacrificed his opponent again, which is naturally not the same.

The "willow knife" flashed, and the tip of the leaf suddenly "grew" out of the spikes that were a few feet long, flashing with a bright green glow, and blasted towards Liu Yiwen overwhelmingly.

The white lotus turned slightly, turning into many light feathers, and met them without giving way!

Whew!

Like a torrential rain falling, or like the exchange of feather arrows when the two armies are facing each other, the air is filled with a sharp roar that breaks through the air, which makes people's eardrums uncomfortable.

In the light shield of another tree monster a few miles away from him, a girl in white, holding the Fengling Sword, was fighting with the tree spirit with a slightly gloomy face, it was Yuan Sulan's daughter.

She entered the forbidden land earlier, and found the red jade crystal first, and had been fighting this tree monster for a whole hour. The original verdant ancient tree was broken at this time, and there were many sword marks left on the trunk. However, the red jade crystal above his head seemed to have infinite energy, and it still exuded a brilliant aura.

Before the tea kung fu, Mu Zhi, who was twenty or thirty zhang away from her, had taken the lead in taking off the spar and breaking out of the shield, which made her inevitably a little anxious.

Although Mu Zhi started quarrying before her, it was not much early, according to her estimation, it would still take some effort to break through the defense of this tree, how could she not be anxious?

In the small space, the branches and leaves of the tree spirits are very numerous, as if they are endless, and they are cut endlessly. What made her even more annoyed was that the dryad harassment was everywhere, and she had no chance to use the powerful sword technique, so she could only rely on the swiftness of her body to maneuver with it.

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Inside a certain tree spirit mask on the shore of the lake, a young man in a blue shirt narrowly avoided the oncoming "green whirlwind" and was about to turn around and fight back. Between the lightning and flint, a thick vine came up from the sole of his feet and bound him in place.

Young Rin, who had been trapped by this annoying vine several times just now, knew that it was difficult to entangle. He frowned, shouted, and slashed down with the sword in his hand.

It's a pity that he was finally a moment late, his figure staggered, and as soon as he saw a flower, the whole person was thrown out.

Bang! The young man was thrown on top of the light mask like a sandbag, and the aura of the protective body was already greatly dimmed after this toss. After nearly an hour of stalemate fighting, the mana in his body was already stretched.

Originally, when I passed the first level, I was already a little reluctant, but the difficulty of the trial in the second level has increased, and now I have some retreat. However, the opportunity to pass on the disciples in person was not easy to come by, so how could we give up lightly? As soon as I thought about this, I surged up some fighting spirit.

A large number of green leaves fell from the dryad's body, hanging in the void, forming an obscure rune, the tips of the leaves growing a little longer, shimmering with green rays.

The green light is steep, and it is about to fall like a storm.

The young man's eyes were complicated, the mana surged towards the body protection aura, the sleeve robe was thrown, a streamer flashed, and then he hurriedly cast a spell, and a cyan square shield was sacrificed in front of him.

The shield rises, the leaves fall!

The cyan shield only resisted a few breaths, and cracks began to appear on the surface, and his throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of dirty blood.

After struggling for a moment, the muscles on his face twitched twice unconsciously, and with a sigh, he crushed the blue jade plaque in his hand.

Airplanes!

A blue shield of light immediately engulfed him, and some strange power attached to him. After a soft sound, Lan Hua let go and disappeared in an instant.

The green arrows in the sky finally fell, but they hit the air. Look at the blue-shirted young man again, where is there any trace of him?

On the platform of the mysterious space of the martial arts hall, the brilliance flashed, and there was a blue-shirted young man with a depressed face, who was the person in the forbidden place just now.

He looked around with mixed feelings, and there was a hint of loneliness in his expression.