The wound on Yang Xuan's left arm had already healed, and it seemed that after the marrow was removed, the body's self-healing ability had been significantly improved, and it didn't take too long to treat a small injury like this. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"The array is so mysterious, I don't know what happened to Bufeng's side" Yang Xuan thought quietly, "He has a knife momentum, it should be easier than me."

In the middle of the formation, when Bu Feng first entered, it was the same as Yang Xuan's experience, except for the things on his body, he couldn't see anything.

The same choice of stone pillars, the same scene change, when the cover was facing the first phantom, he was extremely calm, and as soon as the formation lit up, he was already ready.

The phantom appeared, also of a similar height and size, but not without a left arm, holding a knife in one hand.

Bu Feng didn't look at it much, the knife momentum rose, a knife was cut out lightly, and the phantom immediately collapsed, without you coming and going, everything was so natural.

"It's too weak," Bu Feng muttered, standing in place boringly, looking at the center of the formation in a daze, "I hope that the opponent who will appear later can let me play a few moves"

......

In this way, it is not that Yang Xuan is weak, but it is really a state of mind, he had the mind to observe when he first saw the phantom, and he did not understand its characteristics.

Bu Feng is not, he is just a mental breakthrough, naturally too lazy to work hard, raising his hand is to integrate the attack of the knife and break up the matter.

After this battle, Yang Xuan slightly restrained his mind of observation and research, and was vigilant in his heart, this battle is not a joke, and if he is not careful, he may really die.

A quarter of an hour later, the formation in the field lit up again, Yang Xuan's face was solemn, staring cautiously at the center of the formation, and after a while, the phantom turned into a shape, still with a similar body shape, holding a sword in his hand, but it looked much more solid.

Yang Xuan didn't dare to slack off, he made the first move, and a sword containing innate true qi swung out, and a huge half-moon-shaped sword shadow roared towards it.

The phantom was in a trance, in Yang Xuan's opinion, it actually disappeared here, although the sword shadow was powerful, but it was useless, Yang Xuan's expression suddenly froze, and the next moment he only felt that there seemed to be wind on the left side of his body, and with a step on his feet, the person rushed forward.

The phantom appeared, slashing into the air with a sword.

"Good speed" Yang Xuan's body stood still, and when he stepped on it again, a faint innate true qi gushed out from the soles of his feet, and the speed was also very fast, and the phantom was not ambiguous, and disappeared again.

In the large space, the sound of gold and iron resounded extremely densely, and after a while, Yang Xuan made a slight progress, hastily disrupting the pace of the phantom, and then was looked at by a sword at the neck, and immediately collapsed.

Yang Xuan adjusted his somewhat disordered breathing, and his heart was inexplicably shocked, "The phantom strength of this second level has been more than doubled compared to the first level, especially in terms of speed, it is even more prominent, if it weren't for the fact that I had opened up the meridians of my whole body, and the true qi ran smoothly and quickly, I would have lost this battle by myself."

Without having time to think about it, Yang Xuan hurriedly closed his eyes and breathed, trying to recover the consumed true qi.

Another quarter of an hour later, the formation lit up again, Yang Xuan felt a little nervous, but more excited, for more than a month, in addition to the battle with Bufeng, he had this feeling, and it was just a few days after the first fight.

Now, in the midst of this formation, this feeling has been aroused again.

In just a few breaths, the phantom reappeared, still the same figure, the same sword, but I don't know if it was what Yang Xuan thought in his heart, or if it was the truth, this phantom gave him the feeling that it had momentum.

"It's not easy," Yang Xuan thought in his heart.

Suddenly, the phantom moved, and the fluttering body technique was unpredictable, Yang Xuan was still a disciple of the outer sect, and he was not qualified to contact the sect's Tibetan Scripture Pavilion at all, except for regular training, that is, he had learned several sets of martial arts from Fang Tang in the half a year in the bandit's nest.

But now that I look at it, it looks a little shallow, although I thought it was very powerful at the time.

The phantom's figure flickered left and right, and the sword in his hand also lit up with a faint light, "Could it be true qi?"

Yang Xuan was stunned, thinking about it, if the phantom of the first level was the cultivation of the acquired realm, the second level might be the early or middle stage of the congenital realm, and the third level was undoubtedly the same realm as the current Yang Xuan, and the use of true qi was naturally more handy.

Before he could finish thinking, the phantom was already close, and the swordsmanship was also erratic, and the martial arts were like an intoxicating performance, gorgeous but life-threatening.

Yang Xuan didn't dare to slack off, the wind was blowing under his feet, his body moved extremely quickly, and he fought with the phantom, he thought that the scene of the sound of gold and iron did not appear, but more than half of the ten swords that Yang Xuan slashed out missed.

But he was extremely embarrassed to dodge the phantom's attack from a tricky angle, and after a few rounds, he actually weighed several swords, "This can't work"

Yang Xuan thought like this in his heart, and suddenly stumbled under his feet, it seemed that his true qi was consumed quite a lot, and his body was unstable.

The phantom was willing to let go of this opportunity, rubbed his body up, raised his sword and slashed, but Yang Xuan smiled imperceptibly, and at the moment when he was about to fall to the ground, the tip of the sword hit the ground, and his feet were infused with true qi and kicked out more than a dozen kicks in a row, hitting the phantom's chest.

Then the hand holding the sword slammed into force, the body flipped over, the left palm slapped the ground, and the right hand held the sword horizontally, the phantom could not dodge, leaving a foot-long wound on the chest.

Yang Xuan saw that the blow was performing, his feet did not stop, he swung his sword and slashed out again and again, and dozens of swords were slashed in an instant, and the sword hit.

After a moment, he put away his sword and stood, the phantom staring at the scar on his chest in a daze, and then slowly dissipated.

"The third level, finally passed" Yang Xuan wiped the sweat from his forehead, calmed the throbbing in his heart, sat cross-legged and began to recover his true qi, no matter what, the strength of the phantom in the next level will definitely be stronger, and his own state must reach the best.

Outside the Array Hall

The number of people who were rumored out of the formation gradually increased, some of these people knew that they were in danger and crushed the Escape Light Jane and teleported, and some of them were unable to continue in the face of the phantom and came out automatically.

Although this part of the people was a little discouraged, they all stared quietly at the names on the doorpost, some of which had disappeared, some of which were still displayed on it, and on the plaque with the word "array" written on it.

There are rays of light that divide it into six layers, of which the first layer has the largest number of light spots, the second layer has half less, while the third layer has only a few light spots, and the fourth layer has only one.

"Who is that? who is on the fourth floor" A sudden voice of inquiry came from the door of the Array Hall, which had been silent for a long time.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then began to talk about it.

"It's probably a step seal, and only his mortal cultivation can do this. ”

"Well, that makes sense, I don't know if he can go to the fifth layer. ”

"Those people on the third layer are also very powerful, we have all experienced the horror of this level"

"Quick, look," one of them shouted, pointing to the plaque.

Everyone's eyes then fell on the position pointed by this person, only to see that the point of light on the fourth layer suddenly disappeared, and then suddenly lit up again, and a point of light appeared on the fifth layer high above.

"Oh my God, it really did"

"It's amazing, it seems that the first place in the qualifying round must be this step seal"

After a brief period of consternation, some people shook their heads a little lonely, and even left the place, obviously compared to these geniuses, they were more than a step behind.

In the open space next to the array hall, Xiao Mingliang and Elder Xianhe stood there, staring at the plaque.

"Is the fifth level really Bu Feng?" Xiao Mingliang didn't believe it, but after thinking for a while, he also believed it a little, after all, Bu Feng comprehended the sword momentum, and its degree was approved by the Heavy Prison Peak Master Xing Sen, it seemed to be of high quality.

"Young man, it's impatient, this is the battle, and the most important heart has not been experienced," Xianhe said nonchalantly.

Speaking of Xinguan, Xiao Mingliang shuddered unnaturally, as a person who came over, he also participated in the qualifying competition of his new disciples, and the formation level was worthy of passing the third level, although Xinguan did not know the specific results, but it is estimated that he will also cross the line, and the horror of Xinguan is still vivid.

That thing is not only refining the mind, but also a kind of torture to the will and body, although it is illusory, but it can be extremely real to reflect in the depths of the heart, often affecting the mind, and seriously destroying the heart of the Dao, the end is extremely terrifying.

Within the camp

Yang Xuan's clothes were broken, his arms and legs were covered with inch-long scars, each of which was oozing blood, although it was not fatal, but it looked extremely terrifying from the outside.

Yang Xuan's face was extremely solemn and he looked at the phantom on the other side that seemed to be indifferent, and he was shocked inexplicably, "It's not an opponent at all, it's too powerful."

The phantom of this fourth level seems to be able to distinguish the weak points in Yang Xuan's moves in advance, focusing on one point, and he can always easily break his sword moves, on the contrary, Yang Xuan has no way to attack the phantom, except for dodging, even blocking is extremely difficult.

When they fought before, the two faced each other with a few swords, and the result was that Yang Xuan's tiger mouth exploded, dripping with blood, and there were shocking small wounds on his body.

This phantom is not only extremely powerful, but also not much faster than the third level, making him a little stretched and embarrassed.

Suddenly, the body of the phantom sword was brilliant, and the figure disappeared in an instant, and it was attacked again, Yang Xuan was startled, and made a defensive posture, at this time, the sword light flashed, and the sword he split fell into the air again, and a new wound was added to the flank.

"Damn, nasty feeling"

After speaking, regardless of the pain, Yang Xuan's mind was extremely focused, carefully feeling every air vibration around his body, and every killing machine appearing.

"Something is wrong, ...... behind you" suddenly realized what was different, in a thousandth of a moment, Yang Xuan didn't have time to verify it, the sword in his hand turned around and slashed, and the castration was extremely fast.

The long-lost gold and iron combined with the sound of the sound through, the phantom staggered, and the figure appeared, and now the phantom of the eyes has been condensed, and a trace of surprise seems to flash in the gray-white eyes, and there is no reason to act.

"Good opportunity" Yang Xuan shouted in his heart, the sword in his hand slashed several swords in a row, and then flicked his fingers, the sword body was like a meteor, piercing his chest, his true qi surged all over his fists, and there was an extremely thick muffled sound, and the phantom figure trembled and dissipated in an instant.

"Whew...... ...... "Yang Xuan kept panting, the difficulty of this fourth level was really beyond his expectations, the illusory cultivation seemed to be still the peak of the innate realm, but whether it was the use of martial arts or body techniques, it was much better than the third level, and if he could win this time, most of them still had the intention of gambling.

"I don't know what the difficulty of the fifth layer is, I'm afraid it's ......" As soon as he said this, the already somewhat modest interest suddenly rose again, and his eyes surged with a fanatical divine light.

"If you can be stronger, then come on" After speaking, he sat cross-legged on the ground, recovering the vitality and injuries he had consumed.