On the empty stone platform, a young man dressed in white, about fifteen or sixteen years old, stood on the edge of the platform, stretched out his white hands, gently touched the white mist in front of him, his eyes lit up, and his immature face flushed with excitement.

He stood there looking left and right as if he was looking for something, but at the same time aimlessly stirring the mist with his fingers, all as if he were a tourist who had come here for a purpose, full of curiosity about everything around him, and enthusiastically fiddling with the local scenery.

Undoubtedly, from that point of view, the boy's demeanor and actions seemed to be incompatible with words such as trials and duels, and it was more appropriate to come here to play and have fun.

Ye Wen looked at the movement on the other side of the stone platform speechlessly, opened his lips slightly, and looked very helpless, he just walked out of the door with a blazing battle intent, and was about to fight on the spot, and he was also looking forward to which young master was waiting for him solemnly, but he didn't talk about the scene he saw at first glance, it was a strange young man.

Seeing that the young man was so innocent, Ye Wen couldn't bear to interrupt the other party's interest for a while, scratched his head, and waited quietly like this, and raised his head to look at the white sky under boredom.

After a while, the young man in white reluctantly withdrew his fingers from the white mist, and when he was about to make a squatting posture, his body suddenly stiffened, and then he slowly turned around and looked at Ye Wen slowly, with a stunned look on his face.

Seemingly a little puzzled by Ye Wen's existence, the young man in white tilted his head sideways and thought, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his hand at Ye Wen and shouted, "Aha, are you my opponent?"

As he spoke, the young man in white ran to the center of the field and looked at Ye Wen excitedly.

Ye Wen looked at his childlike expression, felt the sincerity in these words, couldn't help but smile, and at the same time had fun in his heart for a while, and waved his hand at the other party, thinking that he seemed to be a little prejudiced against the aristocracy, and originally thought that the so-called aristocracy was a person who was printed out of a mold, but he didn't expect that there would be such a wonderful person.

"That's right. I am your opponent. Ye Wen nodded politely.

"Oh. ”

The young man in white clasped his hands together and made an expression that was indeed so, and then said with a grin: "Then without further ado, let's start." ”

As soon as the words fell, a strong wind suddenly came from the position where the young man in white was standing, and the sound of the wind came suddenly and violently, like a winter thunder for no reason, but it came extremely naturally, very naturally, and ......

Very fast!

The sword wind suddenly rolled up at the back of Ye Wen's head, a trace of coolness penetrated his skin, and goosebumps suddenly appeared, this was a sword that was fast to calm and silent.

Ye Wen's pupils shrank, he turned around suddenly, and then in the crackling sound, his left hand quickly condensed an ice crystal long sword, and the sword shadow stabbed at the back and forth, and a subtle cold current seeped out from the pores of his body, and in an instant, it turned into some kind of actual power flow overlapping on the tip of the ice sword.

The shadow of the Ice Sword whizzed by.

Ye Wen's eyes were full of ice crystals, and countless cold Dao Force Dantian Qi sea burst out of the circulation meridians, permeating the whole body, penetrating the flesh and bone marrow skin, the body and the ice sword seemed to be integrated, under the connection of the cold qi, the ice sword became an extension of the limbs.

The power and speed of Ye Wen's sword stab were already beyond the imagination of ordinary monks, just such a simple stab, it seemed to be a sword in an instant, but in fact, it was more than a dozen consecutive swords overlapping each other.

This kind of Dao power control that is accurate to the peak is beyond the concept of the sixfold peak, in fact, after a series of fierce battles, even if Ye Wen is now in an ordinary state without opening the Dao pattern armor, he can almost exert the strong power of an ordinary sevenfold cultivator.

The law of not being able to skip the level of killing, which is as firm as a law, is no longer applicable to Ye Wen at the moment, although he is not yet a seven-fold cultivator, he is still better than a seven-fold cultivator.

In mid-air, the white sword light and the gray sword shadow kept colliding, and the crisp, piercing, sonorous and roaring sound sounded staggered, as if it was a violent storm, continuous and uninterrupted.

In an instant, the two fought dozens of offensive and defensive battles.

The ice crystal sword tore through the air like a sharp cone, bounced out some scattered sword qi in the process of impact, and directly took the vital position of the white-clothed young man under the control of Ye Wen's spiritual sense, and then it was blocked by a whirling gray sword shadow, and the palpitating sound exploded in front of him, rubbing the ice slag in the sky.

At this time, the body of the young man in white shook suddenly, his feet jumped off the ground slightly, and the gray sword condensed in his hand trembled slightly, and suddenly burst out with a wave of power, surging towards Ye Wen like a mountain and a sea.

Ye Wen raised his eyebrows, his eyes showed a hint of burning meaning, but he felt a little surprised, the unidentified white-clothed monk in front of him was only a few years younger than him in terms of age, but the realm cultivation was so terrifying, while the edge was exposed, he also showed a strong and calm foundation, obviously not relying on the crooked path of the evil sect to ascend.

Moreover, the power is even greater than imagination, in the face of this blow, it seems that there is an illusion of facing the ocean, although it was dispelled by his will in an instant, but it also shows that the power contained in it is extraordinary.

The skills of the young man in white are not too good, at least not enough to compete with his sword path, calculated, when he first cast the five swords, the other party was worthy of a sword, but in the end it formed a situation that was not equal, and the reason for this was that the opponent's strength was beyond imagination.

The word strength seems simple, but it is extremely complicated to describe, Ye Wen has seen many powerful monks, but most of its strength lies in its powerful tricks and amazing lethality, but this white-clothed young man is not like this, but pure to the extreme, not sharp, nor heavy, only the word "huge" is the most appropriate description.

A sword is pressed, like a giant mountain tilting, if the Dao power is weak, I am afraid that I will not be able to even take a move, and even before I can exert my true strength, I have long been pressed to the ground by the sword momentum of the young man.

Such a strength, combined with the instantaneous explosion just now, like the wind, although it sounds incredible, but this white-clothed young man is actually the existence of the young master of Leng Feng Zhai, if it is Ye Wen before the trial, once he goes head-to-head, he will probably lose more and win less.

Ye Wen was amazed in his heart, and his mind turned in an instant, but it did not affect his body movement and the speed of the sword, facing the gray sword that was slashed, his body shook slightly, and his steps were stepped backwards again and again, leaving a series of afterimages in place.

The gray sword shadow tore through the afterimage, grazing Ye Wen's body and sweeping to the ground.

Rumble!

It can be called a huge gray sword qi slammed to the ground, the white ground was blasted out of a deep pit in an instant, countless jade stones splashed out, flashing crystal light in mid-air, if an ordinary rich man saw such a scene, he was afraid that he would beat his chest and cry out to the loser.

Ye Wen naturally had no idea about the value of the stone platform, for him, this kind of destruction of the site was just commonplace, and he naturally did not have any regrets, and he had more important things to pay attention to now.

His gaze was firmly fixed on the gray sword shadow that passed by, and the moment he caught a trace of the gap created by the sword's exhaustion, his wrist immediately swirled, and the ice crystal long sword stabbed at the right rib of the white-clothed young man with precision and fierceness.