Entering the Qingming Temple, there is an incomparably dark space in the eyes, and the bluestone walls around can only be seen clearly, but the whole is not real, and there seems to be a faint luster circulating under the feet, like a formation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"It's like being in the middle of a battle."

Yang Xuan recalled the scene when he was promoted to an inner disciple in the Divine Light Heavy Martial Sect, and said that it was a coincidence, but now it is equivalent to being promoted, obtaining the qualification of an inner disciple, almost the same experience, almost the same formation, which made him feel inexplicably familiar.

As soon as I thought of this, I turned to think of the heavy martial arts that were wiped out, and my mood was slightly low, and I was sad and angry in my heart, but I strengthened my mind, this is not the case at this moment, for the sake of today, I still have to figure out how strong this Qingyin Temple is.

At this moment, the rich light lit up, setting off the brilliance of the room, Yang Xuan's eyes, an illusory figure suddenly appeared, standing with his hands in his hands, his body was a little blurred, but his face was extremely clear, and Sen Ran's eyes stared straight at the young man in front of him, without a trace of emotion.

"This is ......" Yang Xuan was slightly stunned, this phantom appeared strangely, and the situation was quite strange, making people confused.

"Is it possible for me to beat him?"

The phantom didn't move, and Yang Xuan didn't move, the two just looked at each other, but the phantom's gaze seemed to slowly sweep through his whole body from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, as if he was probing something.

The next moment, suddenly, the phantom moved, and the same illusory hand was raised flatly, only to hear that in this space, there was a burst of thunder, and then in less than half a breath, the figure disappeared instantly, leaving only an extremely faint silver thunder phantom in place.

The air suddenly tightened, and a strong sense of crisis invaded.

"Speedy ......"

In a moment, his right arm was raised, and it exploded with a bang, facing an iron fist that seemed to be illusory, but the actual contact was incomparably solid.

Ignoring the stinging pain in his arm, Yang Xuan's heart sank, and his left hand condensed into a fist, strikingly striking, driving a strong wind pressure, and a burst of space resounded in the air.

Unexpectedly, due to the fist wind, it hit in the air, and the right arm, which originally retained a sense of solidity, was empty in an instant, and this powerful punch suddenly hit the cotton, which was quite uncomfortable.

"It's a good speed"

There was no longer any hesitation in his heart, and the speed of the mystery was also used, and a faint golden light rose from under his feet, and with a "bang", the figure disappeared in place.

For a while, there was not the slightest figure in the field, only a deafening thick muffled sound was heard one after another, and the air fluctuated violently, as if this space was a little unsupportable.

"Under such extreme speed, the strength of the flesh can be exerted to such an extent?" Yang Xuan's punch was opposite to the phantom, and after thinking about it, a vision suddenly appeared in the flesh and blood around his body, and the fierce and agile qi and blood dragon shapes continued to chant, surging from all over his body, and in less than half a breath, all of them converged on his fists.

In this way, the strength increased several times, Yang Xuan shouted, and the strength of his fist exploded, shaking the phantom back a few steps, and his body was unstable.

In the faint golden thunder, there was a dazzling luster of qi and blood, and the extreme speed mystery was applied to the extreme, the body flashed one after another, and the fierce punch directly enveloped all parts of the phantom's body.

I could only hear bursts of thick roars, the phantom was hit one after another, Yang Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was an incomparable mighty aura on his right fist, and the golden mang's blood flowed, and he struck out blatantly, hitting the phantom's chest.

Visible to the naked eye, the place where the victim was recruited was sunken into it two inches deep, and the explosion came out, and the phantom dispersed in response.

Yang Xuan panted slightly, his expression was a little frightened and inexplicable, this Qing Hades Hall was only the first level, and the phantom derived from the formation could use the Extreme Speed Mystery to this extent, if it weren't for Yang Xuan's ability to get a first glimpse of the Extreme Speed Mystery when he was hiding in his body, coupled with the comprehension in the Cloud Desolate Tower, he couldn't say that this first level would be defeated.

After taking a few deep breaths, calming down the restless qi and blood energy, the dragon form gradually disappeared in his body, and Yang Xuan's whole person returned to his previous state of being light and breezy.

"This first hurdle has passed...... I don't know how difficult the next second level is."

Yang Xuan thought so, looking around at the empty and dark environment around him, only the formation lines under his feet exuded a gray luster, but here, they appeared extremely bright.

Suddenly, Yang Xuan was keenly aware of a hint of strangeness that had suddenly passed in this space, and in an instant, the darkness deepened, and his whole person seemed to have fallen into the Nine Shadows Abyss, and his eyes were pitch black, not to mention looking, even his perception was slightly sluggish.

"The second level?"

His eyes were extremely powerful, but there was no phantom in front of him, Yang Xuan was very puzzled, but he didn't quite understand the situation at the moment.

Just when he was thinking about it, an extremely strong sense of crisis invaded, the pores of his body suddenly opened, his hair stood on end, a layer of fine cold sweat between his forehead quietly overflowed, and he screamed in his heart.

Despite this, the sense of crisis has always been like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and it has not been slowed down at all, but the strange thing is that at this moment, he has not seen anyone at all, even if it is dazzling with golden thunder.

In a hurry, Yang Xuan's body froze, urging the golden mangs in his body, and he formed a thunder prison in an instant, just about to hold it up, but it was this momentary pause, and a sword light that exuded a sharp meaning thunder and lightning flashed, slashing across his chest, and the speed was difficult to see clearly.

I only felt a flower in front of my eyes, a tearing pain in my chest, and gurgling blood escaped out, staining my blue clothes.

Yang Xuan's figure staggered, almost falling to the ground, covering the scar on his chest with one hand, his expression was solemn, "I didn't expect the extreme speed to reach this level......?

On the other side of the field, the phantom figure stood with a sword, and the illusory figure seemed to have a hint of ethereal and difficult to find at this moment, which made people scratch their heads.

Before he could take a breath, the phantom suddenly moved, only to see a dazzling flash of light in this space, and a sense of crisis that was many times stronger than before was already coming.

Yang Xuan was shocked, it had been a long time since he entered the Green Hell Palace, and this was the first time his face had changed.

Fanchen pen suddenly appeared in the palm, the big hand clenched, the pen edge instantly surpassed King Kong, revealing a rich golden glow, at the moment of a thousand shots, across the front of him, only to hear a loud noise, like thunder and mountain, Yang Xuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in the tiger's mouth, as if he was about to be unable to hold the fanchen pen in his hand.

Without waiting for him to ease up, the pen was empty, due to the great force, the dust pen was thrown forward, but it was only thrown into the air, as if the previous violent impact did not exist, thinking about it carefully, I couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, the speed of the phantom was as fast as this!

Yang Xuan forcibly suppressed the horror in his heart, he knew that this Qing Hades Temple was the level of comprehension of the cultivator's own attribute mysteries, that is to say, the phantom derived from the formation was used to use the attribute mysteries of the same origin as you, but the level of comprehension was extremely profound, and the peak was even close to consummation, which was indeed an extremely terrifying thing.

"What should I do?" The thought in his mind turned sharply, and in an instant, the crisis came again, and he didn't have time to think about it, Yang Xuan's heart moved, and the Extreme Speed Mystery was also used, but in terms of speed, it seemed that it was a little worse than the phantom of this second level.

But at the same time, a pair of vague and illusory eyes suddenly appeared in the void, lying behind Yang Xuan, like an eye of judgment that understood the world, encompassing the whole audience in a faint way.

At this time, a fluctuation in the air that was so faint that it was difficult to detect was captured by its perception, and it also appeared in the inexplicable "sight", as well as the extremely cold glow.

It is said that the speed is extremely fast, even a speck of dust has the power to kill, so it can be seen.

Under the extreme speed of the phantom, even if he was holding a blunt weapon with a blade full of an inch thick, there was a possibility of cutting the space.

"Found you" suddenly shouted, Yang Xuan's figure suddenly stood still, and the golden rays of the mortal dust pen appeared, outlining the Dao Dao thunder, and instantly attacked the slightly fluctuating airflow, only to hear a piercing explosion, in the void, the phantom immediately appeared, and the blurred face seemed to be stunned.

"This time, I want to see how fast you are?" As soon as he spoke, Yang Xuan suddenly shot out a powerful and mighty brushstroke, sealing all the directions in front of the phantom, and the fierce power was steaming, and the golden thunder was raging, and the surprise attack was gone.

The phantom struggled and flickered, and his figure disappeared several times, but it reappeared in an instant, and under such majestic coercion, it seemed that he had suppressed his own use of the Extreme Speed Mystery a little, so that he could not dodge it smoothly.

The strange giant eyes in the void were looking at everything in the field with cold eyes, and under the control of this vision, the extreme speed of the phantom was really difficult to use.

Yang Xuan smiled slightly, the blade of Fanchen's pen brought up a brilliant golden light, and the huge pen shadow exuded a fierce momentum, rushing towards the phantom that seemed to be a little overwhelmed, and even the space that was pulled trembled slightly, almost collapsing.

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Outside the Qingying Palace, Youruo, the fat man, and a group of monks who watched the excitement, and even Lu Yiming, who provoked the incident, all stared intently at the ranking on the Qingying Stone.

Now the three hundredth is a monk named Long Ping, and more than a stick of incense has passed, and it is expected that even if Yang Xuan's strength is heavenly, it is impossible to win the favor of the Qing Yin List in such a short period of time.

But people are like that, always looking forward to the impossible things that their subconscious has decided to be impossible, expecting to see the kind of miracle they want to see.

In front of the door of the Qingyin Palace, Lu Yiming stood with his hands in his hands, his expression was slightly indifferent, and he also paid attention to all this, "Hmph, I don't believe it, with a wild path like you, which has no door and no sect, can you really be so strong?"

Thinking in his heart, the corners of his mouth were disdainful, his eyes were full of complexities and looked at the shadow that seemed to be extremely nervous, and he gritted his teeth hatefully, at this moment, the thoughts in his heart were difficult to peep into, but it was not a good thing after all.

In front of the Qing Ying Stone, Youruo's face was solemn, and his eyes stared at the names on the list without turning around, not knowing what he was thinking.