Lao Bai hurriedly said: "Stop talking, this square will not let you blow up in a while." ”

"Uh-huh. Pan Chen nodded.

Lao Bai explained: "I can't imagine that the sword qi in your body is so domineering, even I am difficult to suppress, so you can ask for more blessings." ”

Pan Chen took a look inward and found that the sword qi in his body was constantly scurrying, although Lao Bai sealed it in his body, it made the residual sword qi even more violent.

However, he was not in a hurry, because he was confident, and the ten sword intent origin marks in his body were lying quietly, as long as he was completely refined, it was the time for him to subdue the sword qi.

Lao Bai gestured to Yu Tiandi, who got up and said: "Today's sword test level has passed, rest for a day, and tomorrow morning on time for the third and final level, sword intent duel!"

In the Jiankun Empire, you can have no strength, you can have no true yuan, you can not cultivate the sword, but you can't live without a sword, let alone not understand the sword.

With Zhao Qian's support, he returned to his cave mansion tremblingly, out of concern, Yang Yunyun and Ling Xia came, and they were all sent away by him after a while.

He's like a time bomb now, it's too dangerous, it's going to explode if you can't figure it out, he doesn't want to affect everyone, and if he can't control it, he really hurts or kills one of them, and he'll regret it for the rest of his life.

In the dead of night, he closed his eyes and meditated to recuperate his injuries, and he found that under the penetration of sword qi, it was difficult for his physical body to recover, and the sword qi kept raging in his body.

"I don't believe it!"

As soon as he gritted his teeth, he swallowed a big pill, and the abundant medicinal power entered his body, and immediately turned into a stream of heat flowing through his body, which was very comfortable.

"Shhh

After Shu Shuang, there was a pain in the heart, because he found that the sword qi seemed to be sincerely against him, and the body that had just healed was cracked under the shuttle of the sword qi.

"Don't blame me for being stubborn. ”

His face was cold, his consciousness entered his body, and there were ten sword-shaped marks in his sea of consciousness, but at this time, the marks were constantly impacting except for the first one, and he looked very unconvinced.

"How much more waves do you want to make when you reach my acre?"

The power of the magic knife suppressed me, he communicated the power of the magic knife, and an ancient desolate aura emanated, under this breath, the ten marks trembled, like a wounded child.

"Surrender or die. ”

His consciousness is very cold, these sword-shaped imprints only have simple consciousness, and there are no complex emotions, it is not difficult for him to control.

Three of the marks chose to surrender under coercion, allowing his consciousness to enter them, and six were dying and struggling.

"Don't surrender, don't worry, the little ones will beat him up. ”

Under Pan Chen's thoughts, he scattered the six marks of non-surrender and ordered the four who had already surrendered to beat one of them, this guy was really the same as the underworld fight, and he would compromise after a while.

Using the same method, he subdued the remaining six, and ten sword-shaped marks appeared in his hand, and the ten marks were arranged and changed in his palm, as he pleased.

"Next, it's time to smooth out the dishonest sword qi. ”

With ten sword intent marks, he entered his body, and the sword qi was rampant, like a wild horse on the loose, after seeing the sword qi, the ten marks were ready to move, just like a little gluttonous cat.

"Don't worry. ”

He took out the mark that he had first subdued, and under the control of his divine thoughts, he approached a small stream of sword qi, and he was also afraid of accidents, so out of caution he let the two slowly approach.

The originally cowardly sword intent mark was like a tiger out of the gate, and as soon as it rushed out, it almost screamed, not to mention the excitement, the sword qi had no thought, and launched a fierce attack towards the mark.

The mark also thought that the other party dared to attack him, and was accidentally thrown out for a while, and it "stood up" again, and when he stood up, Pan Chen found that a small half of the sword qi that attacked him was absorbed.

"There's a door!"

After absorbing a small stream of sword qi, the sword intent mark seemed to be a little brighter, more vivid, and he continued to move forward with the mark and sweep through his body.

In the early morning of the second day, he opened his eyes tiredly, and searched all night, but he failed to absorb the sword qi completely, only less than a third.

"The distribution of sword qi is just messy, and it is difficult to absorb it for a while, forget it, it is important to participate in today's competition first, and finally it will not be injured. ”

After getting up, he glanced at the palm of his hand, and there was an oversized sword-shaped mark in his hand, which was a full circle larger than the other nine, and could be called a big fat man.

Dengxiantai has long been full of people, and the disciples of the entire sect are concentrated here, and today is the last level, and it is also a crucial level, because today's final result will determine the future of the sect.

Young Sect Master!

The second senior brother is wearing a white dress today, the wide Taoist robe is very natural on his body, the angular face, and the outstanding temperament make it difficult for him not to be noticed.

The senior brother is very low-key, dressed in a simple robe, with a broad sword on his back, and his body stands straight, like a big dragon about to soar into the sky.

The two selected outer disciples are particularly eye-catching today, because they are outer disciples but have reached a level that many inner disciples can't reach, and after today, no matter whether they win or lose, their future is very bright.

Ling Xia wore a purple shirt today, with a tight belt, a high-tied headband, and tulle sticking to her body, showing her posture even more, with charm and heroism coexisting.

Yang Yunyun is wearing a pink shirt today, with a small and lovely face, with a sense of shyness, like a tempting apple, exuding a charming fragrance.

Due to the night's meditation, Pan Chen didn't look very energetic, and even a little tired, standing crookedly in place, as if he would fall down at any time.

Lao Bai didn't come today, and the Great Elder didn't come either, Yu Tiandi sat on the throne of the sect master, and there was some worry in his eyes, because Pan Chen's state was too bad, but when things got to this point, he was also difficult to ride a tiger, so he could only sigh secretly, let it be fate.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" Yang Yunyun secretly transmitted, her face full of worry.

"It's okay, don't look at who your senior brother is, the one with strong vitality, don't worry. He replied, comforting Yang Yunyun, afraid that the other party would be distracted in today's game.

As soon as Yang Yunyun's voice fell, Ling Xia's voice came: "Bad guy, isn't your injury healed yet? If not, quit the game, there will be a chance in the future." ”

Pan Chen replied: "It's okay, thank you Senior Sister Ling Xia for your concern, I'm fine if I take a sword from you, what is this little injury, don't worry." ”

Ling Xia's face turned red rarely, remembering the events of that day, but it frightened her.

Senior Brother's voice came again: "Little junior brother, if it doesn't work, don't force it, it's not good to affect the injury." The words are sincere and caring.

Pan Chen said: "Senior brother, don't worry, it's just a small injury, it's not in the way." ”