At this time, Jiang Huan, who had just woken up from the retreat, was still sitting cross-legged, his eyes deep and calm, and his heart was even more puzzled.

"How could it be? I wanted to meditate for a while, but how could I fall asleep?" Jiang Huan muttered to himself in his heart.

"Of course it's my credit! It was I who invoked a trace of Qinglian's true qi and performed the method of "dreaming into the red dust" to help you understand the heart of a chivalrous man in your dreams!" Jiang Huan's mind suddenly sounded a childish voice.

"Sword Spirit, is it you? What is the method of "dreaming into the red dust"?" As soon as his mind moved, Jiang Huan hurriedly asked.

Subsequently, under the explanation of the sword spirit, Jiang Huan knew the origin of the dream into the red dust.

Thousands of years ago, Li Baixiu was not yet in a desperate situation, when he traveled the world as a chivalrous man, and finally had a feeling of experience and created the sword trick of "Chivalrous Travel".

Hundreds of years later, Li Bai became famous all over the world for his sword trick "Chivalrous Journey".

One day, when Li Bai was chivalrous and righteous, he saved a suffering boy, Li Bai asked about the young man's life experience, he felt pity, and wanted to accept the young man as a personal disciple and pass on his "Chivalrous Travel" sword trick.

What Li Bai didn't expect was that when the young man learned the chivalrous swordsmanship, he only had his form and didn't know what he wanted.

Li Bai thought about it for many days, and then realized that it was because the young man had no chivalrous heart, so he couldn't understand the true meaning of chivalry.

In order to solve this problem, Li Bai created the method of dreaming into the red dust, which allows people to experience a period of time in their dreams while meditating, and hone their chivalrous heart.

When Li Bai left the mortal world, he passed on the chivalrous sword trick and the dream of entering the red dust to the sword spirit, so that the heirs could hone a chivalrous heart as soon as possible and realize the true meaning of the chivalrous sword trick.

"So that's the case, then you didn't say it just now!" Jiang Huan said with some annoyance after he found out.

After some conversation with the sword spirit, Jiang Huan felt a little hungry, took out a Bigu Dan from the storage bag to eat, and after arranging a robe, he prepared to continue to break into the tower.

When he was training on the second layer of the tower, Jiang Huan once again suppressed his cultivation to the dual realm of converging qi.

Jiang Huan held the Qinglian Sword in his hand, fighting against dozens of black figures, the long sword in his hand moved as he wished, and after a few cups of tea, the black shadows were scattered.

As Jiang Huan continued to break into the tower, his cultivation also changed with the number of layers of the tower, and the use of the sword became familiar from being unfamiliar.

Half an hour later, Jiang Huan finally broke through to the eighteenth floor again, and Jiang Huan had a lot of thoughts in his heart at this moment, because this time he was going to break through the eighteenth layer of the trial tower alone, and there would be no other worries.

After Jiang Huan stepped into the eighteenth floor for a few breaths, ten black shadows appeared in unison, and when they confronted each other, the momentum of the two sides was comparable.

Suddenly, ten figures flashed forward, using different martial arts to kill Jiang Huan.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan's true qi ran through the meridians, and he used his carefree footwork to dodge the attack of the black shadow, and at the same time, the blue lotus sword in his hand flashed with blue light, and when he swung it, the Dao silver-white sword qi shot out.

At this moment, a black figure disappeared suddenly, and when he reappeared, a black shadow appeared behind Jiang Huan, his right palm glowed with a fiery red, and he slapped Jiang Huan with all his palm.

"Drink!"

When the fiery red palm was about to hit Jiang Huan, a cold sweat broke out on Jiang Huan's back, and immediately the true qi luck passed through the Ren vein to the sword finger of his left hand, and the side of his body flashed, and the sword finger in his left hand struck out behind him.

I saw a silver-white true qi escape from Jiang Huan's left hand, turning into a fingerprint and striking at the black shadow's palm.

Bang bang

The silver-white fingerprints and the fiery red palm prints collided together, and after a moment of stalemate between the two, the silver-white fingerprints slowly dissipated, and the black figure was also weakened by the shock.

At the same time, the remaining nine black shadows were still entangled with Jiang Huan, Jiang Huan sometimes used a strong Vajra palm, sometimes a strong Vajra finger, and in the space, the sound of martial arts colliding was endless.

After a while, Jiang Huan's heart moved, and he said loudly. "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming!"

I saw Jiang Huan perform the carefree footwork, dodge and withdraw from the entanglement of the ten black shadows, the sword of the green lotus in his hand flashed with silver and white light, stepped on the seven-star step, the sword walked the dragon, and gently waved forward.

Choking......

Whoop......

When Jiang Huan withdrew from the battle circle, the ten black shadows also quickly dodged to follow, and jointly performed the cloud dragon palm technique, and the ten cloud dragon phantoms came out, and killed Jiang Huan in the roll, just catching up with the silver-white sword qi swung by Jiang Huan's Qinglian sword.

The silver-white sword qi seemed to cut through the space, directly dispersing the cloud dragon phantom cast by the ten black shadows, and then escaped towards the ten black shadows.

In the blink of an eye, the silver-white sword qi slashed through ten black shadows, and the black shadows dissipated instantly.

"Sure enough! I was finally able to perform the sword trick of "Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming"!"

Jiang Huan watched the ten black shadows in front of him dissipate instantly, and his heart was excited.

"Next, should we continue to push upward, or stay here?" Jiang Huan muttered to himself.

After thinking for a while, Jiang Huan immediately decided to continue to break through the tower, and after recovering his true qi on his knees, he walked towards the light gate leading to the next floor.

When Jiang Huan stepped into the nineteenth floor, what caught his eyes was a different scene.

Jiang Huan was in a square at the moment, and there were eight-sided drums around the square.

A moment later, a bald-headed monk holding a demon pestle suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Huan.

"People from the Buddha Kingdom?" Jiang Huan said with a strange face after seeing the monk who appeared.

After the monk appeared, there was a burst of Sanskrit sound in his mouth, and the demon pestle in his right hand was raised above his head, and at the same time turned into a streamer and rushed towards Jiang Huan.

Jiang Huan saw that the monk was menacing, and immediately used his free footwork with all his might, quickly dodging the monk's attack.

At the same time, the drums of the eight-sided hall around the square rang out, and the sound of solitary life was deafening.

Knock knock!

The sudden sound of the drum instantly disturbed Jiang Huan's mind, and his pace gradually became disordered.

The next moment, the monk caught up with Jiang Huan in an instant, and the demon pestle in his hand swung heavily at Jiang Huan's head, Jiang Huan gave a warning of sudden birth, and the Qinglian Sword in his hand instinctively stirred upward.

Choke...

Poof...

The Demon Suppression Pestle and the Qinglian Sword collided heavily, and there were bursts of Jin Ge sounds, and at the same time, Jiang Huan's body was shocked, and he quickly dodged and rolled forward, and when he stopped, the qi and blood in his chest tumbled, and he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The monk took advantage of the victory to pursue, dodged and rushed in front of Jiang Huan, and the demon pestle continued to wave down in the air.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan immediately slapped his left palm on the ground, and his body jumped up with his strength, and at the same time shouted: "Mighty King Kong Palm!"

High in the sky, Jiang Huan held the sword in his right hand and swung it horizontally, and at the same time, his left hand was silver-white, and the palm print of King Kong was directly imprinted.

I saw that above the monk's head, a silver-white palm print fell, and the monk raised his head to wave the demon pestle upward, but when the monk saw the word "swastika" on the silver palm print, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, and the demon pestle in his hand also stayed in mid-air.

"Drink"

After Jiang Huan swung out a palm, at the same time, the true qi in his feet surged, stepped into the air and borrowed strength, and retreated quickly.

At the same time, when the silver-white palm print was about to fall on the monk who was frozen in place, the golden light flashed around the monk, and the palm print was scattered.

When Jiang Huan retreated to the edge of the drum, he was disturbed by the strong drum sound, and struck out the drum next to him with a palm, but when he slapped on the drum frame, there were strange fluctuations around the drum, and Jiang Huan's palm was skillfully bounced away.

"I didn't expect even this drum to be so weird!" Jiang Huan looked at the drum and muttered to himself in confusion.

Before Jiang Huan could react, the nameless monk gradually came to his senses and rushed towards Jiang Huan.

"Come on! Looks like this is the only way to go!"

Jiang Huan looked at the monk who was constantly flashing, and he also used his free footwork to quickly dodge, and at the same time shouted loudly in his mouth.

"Zhao Keman Hu Ying, Wu Hook Shuang Xueming!"

Jiang Huan's voice, mixed with the rumbling drums, echoed in the void, and the figures of the two of them also flashed in the square.

When Jiang Huan's voice had not yet dissipated, Jiang Huan calmly closed his five senses, jumped up, landed on a drum, endured the interference of the drum, held the Qinglian Sword tightly in his right hand, and the slightest trace of true qi merged into the sword.

When Jiang Huan jumped, Jiang Huan also dodged and moved towards the surrounding drums, and at the same time, a chivalrous desolation germinated in his heart, the Qinglian sword flower in his hand flew, and the last silver-white sword light shot out.

"Demon Vajra!"

When the silver and white sword light of the Qinglian Sword shot out, the monk, who had not spoken all this time, suddenly let out a deep voice.

At the same time, the golden light of the demon pestle in the monk's hand flashed, and a majestic vajra appeared behind the monk, and the monk's right hand turned into a golden light, which was held in the hand of the vajra law behind him.

When the silver-white sword light killed in front of the nameless monk, the demon-slaying pestle in the right hand of the Vajra Dharma Minister swung down in the air and collided with the silver-white sword light.

Choking...

When the two collided, the sound of Jin Ge was endless.

A moment later, the place where the monk was standing sounded with a loud explosion, billowing dust and smoke, and dazzling golden light dispersed in all directions.

"Demon Vajra, what kind of martial art is this!" Jiang Huan said to himself with his left hand in front of him, squinting his eyes.

Gradually, the golden light dissipated, and the smoke and dust fell to the ground, revealing the nameless monk standing in place.

At this time, the nameless monk's face turned red, a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the vajra appearance behind him also became a little dim.

Suddenly, the figure of the nameless monk flashed again, and he immediately cast the "Demon Vajra" on Jiang Huan again.

When Jiang Huan saw the figure of the monk appear in front of him, his expression was calm, his eyes were closed, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

When the demon slaying pestle in the hands of the Vajra Law Ministers was about to hit Jiang Huan, the mark at the center of Jiang Huan's eyebrows flashed, and Jiang Huan was coerced and teleported out of the tower.

After Jiang Huan left, the nameless monk on the nineteenth floor of the trial tower was locked by several chains that suddenly appeared in the void, slowly dragged upwards, and disappeared into the space.

"Good boy, not bad!"

After Jiang Huan was rumored out of the tower, he gradually opened his eyes and saw the old man surnamed Li in front of him, looking at him with a big smile.

"Go on, get in!"

At this time, Xing Sen's cold voice sounded behind Jiang Huan.

When Jiang Huan heard this, he didn't say a word, and stepped into the light gate outside the trial tower again.