Tang Youan said worriedly: "Cultivation should be controlled at the peak of qi refining, Senior Brother Liu doesn't have to worry too much." This level completely depends on our own strength, and with the fighting experience of our ancestors, we don't have any loopholes to drill!"

Liu Yiwen suddenly said: "Senior Brother Xie for advice!"

The disciples on the platform were brought to the front of each ring, and at this time the Chang Shizu in the ring moved: he sacrificed a simple treasure knife on the top of his head, this knife is four feet long, the handle is slightly thinner, the tip of the knife is five fingers wide, the back of the blade is wide and thick, and there are seven gems on the blade body exuding dazzling colors.

His eyes suddenly opened and he stretched out his hand, and the sword was held in his hand and placed flat in front of his eyes, and the finger of the sword in his left hand slowly slashed across the blade, and the blade made a clear sound as if it had life.

"Zheng!"

Master Chang got up and waved twice seemingly casually, and the air made a low "whirring" sound as if it had been sliced open.

The audience suddenly exclaimed as if it had exploded, and it turned out that between these breaths, there were five phantoms on the left and right of Master Chang who looked like him.

"Heh, what kind of supernatural power is this!?"

"Look, Sword Shadow Clone Technique!"

"It's amazing! It's worthy of being a senior in the Jindan period!"

Master Chang rose into the air and stood in the void of more than twenty zhang. He pointed at "them" with a chant in his mouth, and in an instant, he dispersed to the middle of their respective rings, holding his sword.

Liu Yiwen was obviously shocked by this old man's hand, and was about to observe for a while, when the deacon disciples on the side urged him to enter the tent quickly.

He and the other eight disciples sat down on the futon casually, and the scene of the previous one was still replaying in their minds. At this time, the shouting outside became more violent, and it seemed that this test was even more exciting.

About half an hour later, Liu Yiwen was brought to the ring. At this time, it was almost dusk, and the golden sunlight sprinkled on the ring seemed to announce that the assessment was coming to an end. The audience was crowded and lively. The phantom in front of him stood there expressionlessly.

"Burn incense!" a majestic voice echoed across the square. In front of a half-human-high ancient tripod in the middle of the platform, a young man who looked like a deacon held a light brown sandalwood in his left hand, and rubbed the tip of the incense with his right hand, and the incense was ignited in the light of the fire. The young man inserted it into the incense ash again, and a wisp of green smoke soared upward.

Just when the sandalwood was just placed, the phantom in front of him attacked Liu Yiwen like thunder. It's really quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit!

"Boom!"

The treasure sword in the phantom's hand was like a face-to-face fight with the Zhengang sword in Liu Yiwen's hand! The "two" staggered and changed positions. Before he could stand firm, the phantom was like a maggot with a bone and fought with him, and for a while, the sword and sword shadows in the ring came and went. The sound of tinkling metals intersecting is endless.

Liu Yiwen was so uncomfortable now, the speed of this phantom was more than a step faster than him, and he could only barely resist it. If he continues like this, he will be defeated without half a burnt of incense. He also tried to distance himself, but the ghostly figure of the phantom made him fail repeatedly.

The four Jindan Stage Ancestors on the observation deck patrolled between the ten rings, occasionally stopping to pay attention for a while. There are less than 20 people on the platform, and the difficulty of this test can be imagined.

Qi Xiong looked at Liu Yiwen in the light mask, and said with a solemn face: "This level is not easy! I don't know if Senior Brother Liu can survive it." ”

Tang Youan, who was on the side, sighed: "Even if Senior Brother Liu fails, this performance is enough to impress us." He is so young that he can participate in at least two big competitions, and it is only a matter of time before he is in the top 10. ”

Qi Xiong smiled when he heard this: "You'an reminds you, but don't be discouraged." Although you failed this time, you have a good chance next time. I'm optimistic about you!"

Tang Youan smiled bitterly and said: "Senior brother, don't make fun of me, the results of the previous competitions are full of surprises! It's too early to predict the next one!"

Feng Shi on the side said: "Two senior brothers, don't be modest, Senior Brother Wen and Senior Brother Yang have already passed the test!

Looking at the field again, Liu Yiwen stopped dodging and jumped after taking a few more moves, and slashed at the phantom blade. Then he flipped backwards again, trying to repeat his old trick. Unfortunately, before he could land, the phantom had already roared.

Liu Yiwen had a wind behind his ears, secretly shouted in his heart, and hurriedly returned to the sword to block.

"Dang!" There was a crisp sound on the ground! Although the blow was barely blocked by him, he staggered back a few steps, and his body was churning with qi and blood. When he stood firm again and looked at the phantom, the phantom was actually pinching and casting a spell seven feet away from him.

Liu Yiwen's heart sank, with the Jindan Ancestor's comprehension of spells, this blow must be extremely powerful. He hurriedly summoned a yellow shield and then concentrated on it. In a moment, a stone wall one foot thick and half a foot wide rose from the ground in front of him to protect him. This "Earth Wall Technique" was a defensive spell that he had not learned much, and it was just right to use it at this time.

As soon as he defended, the attack was immediate.

The sound of rain hitting plantains came from the seemingly solid stone wall, and it was overshadowed for a while. Liu Yiwen's face became a little ugly, he thought that this solid stone wall like steel would allow him to hold out for a while. He didn't want to be riddled with just a few breaths, he had to abandon the wall and think of another way.

He moved left and right and flashed a few blades, only then did he realize that the dense attack just now was actually from the treasure knife in the phantom's hand. The gems on the blade were now glowing with a rainbow of light, and with each swing, seven blades of different colors were slashed out, leaving small pits several inches deep wherever they went.

Fortunately, there was a gap between the two attacks, and if it weren't for that, he wouldn't have been able to cope with it a long time ago.

Wen Tao stood on the platform while observing Liu Yiwen's fight, while looking at the sandalwood in the ancient ding, and silently recited in his heart: Yiwen, come on! This incense is still half burned, and there are already disciples in the ring who can't hold on and lose.

On the observation deck, Master Yan's essence shone, and he said to the middle-aged man in Xuanyi on the side: "Senior Brother Zhai, Senior Brother Chang's move of the Seven Stars is becoming more and more exquisite!

Zhai surnamed Ancestor, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Senior Brother Chang has been specially instructed by his uncle, and his comprehension is extremely high, it is not surprising that the Seven Star Sword Technique has such attainments!"

Liu Yiwen on the ring was thinking about a countermeasure, and he looked at the pile of dirt chips that had collapsed, and his heart moved. Narrowly dodging a round of knives, he jumped to the place where he had previously performed the "Earth Wall Technique", and summoned another stone wall with a trick.

Seeing this, the phantom made a disdainful expression, as if he was ridiculing Liu Yiwen for using the same ineffective method. The aura on the blade was gathering again, and with a bang, there were a few holes left in the stone wall.