As the skyrocketing pen fell, the phantom of the second level also dissipated, and Yang Xuan took a mouthful, dissipating the eye of the gap, and calming the turbulent Thunder True Yuan. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's really dangerous, the Qing Hades Temple is indeed extraordinary...... However, it is already strong in the second level, I really don't know how many levels Gu Feng, who ranks first, and how strong is it?"

Thinking in his heart, he couldn't help but shake his head gently, his top task was to rank on the Qingying List, the distance of fifteen levels, but in this way, it was not as simple as he imagined.

The field was silent, and Yang Xuan also used this rare moment to recover the True Yuan damaged in the previous battle, as well as the injuries on his body, the attack under that kind of extreme speed was indeed terrifying, and it was even enough to make people die without any reaction.

I don't know how long it took, Yang Xuan's state was almost recovered, and he opened his eyes leisurely, but what followed was not the brilliance that suddenly lit up, but still the somewhat dark environment before, a quiet and weird atmosphere.

"It's strange, how can this be?"

The expected third level phantom did not appear, which was quite surprising, and at the same time fell into deep doubts.

Suddenly, a strong palpitation emerged, Yang Xuan was startled, the hand holding the Fanchen pen was subconsciously raised, and in a moment, a loud bang came, and the vigorous force from the pen made his body stagger, and he fell down in embarrassment.

"This is coming, what a weird green temple."

The attack came without warning, no light, no breath, and the momentary effort of Fang Cai only saw a cold light flickering in front of him, highlighting the blade of the sword.

The same indistinct tracks, the same incomparable speed, the extremely fast sword, after the defeat of the first blow, when the chest stabbed came, Yang Xuan's body had not yet stabilized, but the sense of fierce crisis lasted for a long time, as if he would die here in the next moment.

"Damn" snorted resentfully, and the Eye of the Void Gap descended again, and the entire space was instantly filled with a mysterious aura, the flow of the wind, and the waves of qi were all clearly perceived by Yang Xuan.

The thunder manifests, the pen flows, and the two are intertwined into a dazzling golden light, which will fall into it, and the phantom that is difficult to move will disappear again into invisibility.

"The third level?"

Yang Xuan was a little incredulous, it is said that the level in this Qing Hades Temple should not be more difficult than the first level? Previously, when the first level reached the second level, he felt it, the strength that increased exponentially, and the degree of application of the mystical comprehension, but why was this third level a lot easier.

Puzzled, in desperation, Yang Xuan chose to wait for the battle, he didn't believe that the Qing Hades Palace, which was regarded as a cultivation place by the entire Wangtian Palace, would have such a huge loophole.

After about a stick of incense, the field was still the same as before, without the slightest change, but the more this was the case, the more Yang Xuan couldn't let down his vigilance, and the place that should be different from the normal became more and more calm, which in itself was the weirdest situation.

The thin and silent sound of "whoosh" instantly resounded in the field, Yang Xuan's expression was awe-inspiring, and the mortal dust pen was in front of him in an instant, less than a thousandth of a second, and a dull but cool sound of gold and iron sounded, and a huge force came from his hand, Yang Xuan flew out upside down immediately, fortunately he had some preparations, so as not to fall in embarrassment.

But that force, he felt clearly, and it was not the same as the last time...... It was the same as the previous two, and the speed seemed to be about the same, and sure enough, after the first blow, immediately after, a sword blade of almost the same force, but at different angles, hit directly.

Yang Xuan frowned tightly, although he was quite familiar with the attack of this phantom, he still didn't dare to be careless, and he had to be cautious in everything before he sacrificed the eye of the gap.

Fan Chen's pen suddenly crossed a rather mysterious arc in front of him, Yang Xuan's expression was solemn, and his body did not dare to move a bit, but his heart was ruthless, and the golden edge of the pen was surging, and an incomparably powerful light and shadow rose in an instant, intending to stop it.

But the sword light was too fast, and the pen rose up, but the moment it didn't attack, the sword light was already approaching the position of three inches in front of his chest.

"Could this be the application of the Extreme Speed Mystery to the attack?" In the midst of the lightning of his mind, such a sentence sounded in Yang Xuan's mind, his body forcibly twisted, trying his best to avoid the vital point in his chest, and transferred the landing point of the sword light to the flank position, and his whole body was slightly painful.

The ruthless sound of the sharp weapon entering the flesh sounded, which made the teeth ache, and the sword light did not stay in the body, but with this unparalleled speed, it instantly passed through the abdomen, bringing up a bright red blood mist, rendering this obscure space even more weird and terrifying.

"This ...... It's a fast speed......" Yang Xuan sighed in his heart, at this time, in the void behind him, a pair of eyes full of deep and inexplicable meaning reappeared, and the wonderful feeling that everything was under control appeared in his perception.

Ignoring his own injuries, Yang Xuan's heart was ruthless, and the rich golden thunder flashed, instantly annihilating the phantom holding the sword in front of him.

"Is the intensity of the next level not much different from the second level...... I'm still lingering on the second level......"

Just after receiving the Phantom Sword, this thought flashed through Yang Xuan's mind in an instant, and even he himself was startled, not understanding the joints.

It was expected that almost the entire disciples of the Wangtian Palace would come to this Qingyin Hall to practice, but when they came here, there was a deviation? How small is this probability? It's unbelievable.

But if you put aside this idea of going wrong, then there is only one problem......

"You can't use other methods to break through the level in the Green Underworld Temple, only the mysteries"

Thinking in his heart, Yang Xuan was slightly startled, his expression was extremely solemn, breaking the mystery with mystery, this Qingyin Temple is worthy of being an excellent place for people to experience this way, the first major sect in the Southern Regions, and it is worthy of its reputation.

To be able to find such means to cultivate disciples, how strong should it be to do it?

"Hehe, since that's the case, I, Yang Xuan, will play with you to see if it is a mystery derived from the formation, what can I do?"

As soon as he spoke, his pride suddenly became angry, and the eye of the gap had not yet been removed, Yang Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground, took out the elixir, and restored the injured body and the lost true yuan, but in a moment, he had adjusted his state to the peak.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at the familiar scene around him, retracted his eyes to find the gaps, his true essence was stirring and circulating, and his divine thoughts were scattered to the maximum, perceiving everything that could be perceived.

"Come on, see how far I can go"

As soon as the words fell, the whole space tightened in an instant, and the inexplicable depression dispersed, the scene was strangely quiet, and in a trance, there seemed to be a faint figure shuttling through it at an extraordinary speed, but it did not cause a wave of energy.

Yang Xuan's face was solemn, and his figure was accompanied by a faint golden thunderbolt, which quietly disappeared, and for a while, there was no trace in the entire space, as if it had been empty from beginning to end.

Suddenly, a small but extremely sharp cold wind startled from the ground, and a layer of fine hair stood up on Yang Xuan's exposed skin, and a cold light quickly lit up in front of him, which was extremely sharp.

A strong palpitation welled up in his heart, and he didn't have time to think about it, Yang Xuan knew that when it came to the mystery of extreme speed, he was not a little short of the phantom, and it was absolutely impossible to shake it.

Thinking like this in his heart, his body suddenly stopped from moving, and Fan Chen's pen sword was held in his hand, and he instantly slashed towards a space, which was the only place in his perception where fluctuations loomed, Yang Xuan's move had a sense of gambling.

Perhaps it was the favor of God, and it was a very coincidental coincidence that a deafening sound of gold and iron sounded, and the pen that was stronger than King Kong was against the long sword glowing with coldness.

At the last moment, Yang Xuan did not restrain his hands, but moved first, running the extreme speed mystery that he could master to the extreme, the golden mangs flashed away, and the mortal dust pen stabbed the opponent's chest with a fierce momentum, and the speed that erupted in that moment was actually several times faster than usual.

The pen is fast, the sword shadow is faster, and after a stunned effort, the phantom lifted the sword upward, and the afterimage of the Dao burst out of the void, and the target was directed at his wrist, but it was to cut it off.

In a hurry, Yang Xuan's face was as usual, the Fan Chen Pen took off his hand, avoiding this sudden sword, and at the same time, he changed his hand into a palm, and his left palm pushed violently, blessing a fierce force for the Fan Chen Pen that was still stopped in mid-air, and it flew out in an instant.

Everything happened between the lightning and flint, and the phantom didn't have time to dodge, and was pierced through the chest, bringing up a handful of illusory mist that seemed to be blood, but it was different, and then slowly dissipated.

The scene was suddenly empty, Yang Xuan frowned and pondered, the moment he just fought, he seemed to have touched a trace of the doorway to apply the mystery of extreme speed to the attack, but it was not particularly obvious.

"The Qing Hades Hall is worthy of being a good place to practice in the Wangtian Palace, this place is really magical......"

With a faint sigh, with a move of his virtual hand, the mortal dust pen that flew to the side suddenly turned around and fell into his hand again.

As far as the eye can see, the space with the previous dim color has been restored, and the pitch black no longer exists, and it seems that he has really passed the second level, so his conjecture has been confirmed.

But the more this is the case, the more frightened Yang Xuan becomes, in this way, this Qing Hades Temple is very supernatural, you can actually judge whether the person who broke through the level has used the mystical comprehension to break through the level, and it can be automatically corrected, this is like a peerless artifact with wisdom, with its own way of thinking and processing.

"The Temple of the Underworld...... Wangtian Palace...... It's getting more and more interesting."

Yang Xuan smiled slightly, he began to like this place a little, whether it was the Qing Ying Temple that he was in now, or the Dao Platform that he would try in the near future, a unique cultivation experience was slowly kicking off, which was an indispensable help for him who was determined to climb to the top of his cultivation.

While thinking about it, the scene changed again, and the whole space was diffused with a misty light, and for a while it was like being in a fairyland, charming and dreamy.

It was still a scene that was so quiet that it made people feel depressed, except for the light that appeared around him inexplicably, everything seemed calm, but Yang Xuan knew that behind the calmness, there was a danger that had reached the extreme, and if he was not careful, the consequences would be extremely serious.

With a "swish", a shallow blood mark immediately appeared on Yang Xuan's left arm, without warning.

Her eyes widened suddenly, and she noticed an illusory figure standing in place opposite, the long sword was still sheathed, tied around her waist, holding the scabbard with one hand, and holding the hilt with the other, without seeing its movement at all, but the blood was still flowing down so strangely, staining the clothes red......