"What? A big melee?"

Tian Xianzi had been sitting all night and was full of energy at this moment. When he heard these three words, he was overjoyed and walked forward to look at the picture projected in the mysterious mirror.

"Ningning's arrow caused quite a stir last night."

Qu Feiqing glanced at him lazily, with a smile on her face: "Many people followed the sword light to find the waterfall, and then wandered around aimlessly, and they saw the fox tribe's village, didn't they?"

Last night, the water mirror formation was broken, the demon clan was seriously injured, and most of the disciples went back to their rooms or caves to sleep, so the elders did not continue to watch and went back home to recuperate. They did not gather again until this morning, eating melon seeds and watching the progress of the trial.

At this time, reflected in the mirror of Xuanxu Sword Sect was He Zhizhou, who was also watching the show.

He never wavered in his healthy creed of going to bed early and getting up. After waking up, he helped Qiao Yanman retrieve more than a dozen demonized foxes from the secret realm.

I finally got a chance to take a break and went out for a stroll with Xu Ye to relax, but I didn't expect to run into a massive fight among disciples from various sects.

After surviving in the bushes for so long, all the water in the lakes and rivers is still unusable. With living conditions so bad, the young talents in the world of cultivation have long lost their former bright and noble appearance. They stand at the entrance of the village in a dishevelled state. If you don't know, you might think they are some poor film crew shooting the first part of "Rural Cultivation Stories".

It is very down-to-earth and very suitable for the people's big stage.

Judging from their sect uniforms, that group of people were divided into five factions, from left to right they were Fanyin Temple, Suwen Hall, Wanjian Sect, Taxue Tower and Liuming Mountain.

That is, the practice of Buddhism, the practice of sound, the practice of medicine, the practice of sword, and the practice of talismans.

The purpose of the trial is to encourage disciples to fight and rob each other. Now that several major sects have suddenly collided with each other, they naturally dislike each other and a war is about to break out.

Most of the disciples were unfamiliar faces he had never seen before. The two bald men from the Fanyin Temple looked particularly familiar. As for the female cultivator from the Wanjian Sect, she was standing alone under a distant ancient sycamore tree, with black hair and a white skirt, and a fierce sword aura.

It turned out to be Xu Ye’s most beloved senior sister, Su Qinghan.

He Zhizhou was a slacker with no ideals to pursue. The moment he realized the situation was not good, he planned to escape. Unexpectedly, Mingkong actually looked up and saw him. His mind immediately lit up and he laughed loudly, "Donor He!"

He Zhizhou nearly had a myocardial infarction. He wished he could use a spiral kick and a Pegasus Meteor Punch on the spot to let the brat feel the cruelty of the adult world.

Mingkong didn't notice his expression was different, and continued to speak sincerely: "My brother and I noticed something was wrong in the sky, and we were afraid that something might have gone wrong here, so we agreed to come here to investigate. We are relieved that you are safe and sound."

What does it mean to be safe and sound? He Zhizhou just wanted to say to him, "I hope you are well."

As long as they don't come, he will be fine; as soon as they show up, he will be beaten up along with these two boiled eggs.

The other gangs that were confronting the Fanyin Temple did not notice He Zhizhou at first. As soon as the little monk's big trumpet-like mouth opened, several pairs of cold eyes looked at him at the same time.

Like barbecue on bamboo skewers, he and Xu Ye were poked into a sieve.

He Zhizhou: ...

"You are all disciples of a great sect. It is a rare fate for us to meet here today."

The young talisman cultivator in white narrowed his eyes and smiled. His tone was lazy, but the words he uttered were full of aggression: "I know that you all want to fight for the token. Let's not be polite and just do it directly."

"That's Senior Brother Bai Ye from Liuming Mountain."

Xu Ye introduced him in a low voice: "He is a rare talent in talismans, and is best at the art of the five elements and yin and yang. His techniques are strange and unpredictable, and he is very difficult to deal with... He ranks third among the opponents that Senior Sister Su wants to challenge."

All in all, this is a master.

“Haha, not bad!”

The tall swordsman holding the giant sword laughed when he heard this, and agreed with him: "If you want to fight, do it quickly, don't talk too much."

He was a burly man, with unkempt and dusty clothes. He did not look like a monk from a noble family, but rather like a shrewd office worker who was carrying a prop sword home after a hard day of street performing.

Xu Ye added: "This is Senior Brother Lu Minghao from the Taxue Tower. No one can stop him when he strikes out with his giant sword. When he is at his peak state of full energy, he can even split mountains and break water."

Needless to say, this is also a master.

"There are also Senior Sister Wei Lingbo and Senior Brother Cen Ran from Su Wen Hall. They are extremely proficient in medicine and poison. They can kill people without being noticed. We must be extra careful."

...This is still a master.

He Zhizhou was heartbroken after hearing this. While he was asking Ning Ning for help on the communication talisman, he asked him seriously, "Do you have any incense with you? I don't want my body to stink when I'm beaten to death."

"Brother He, how can you be so self-deprecating!"

Xu Ye interrupted him sternly: "Senior sister once told me that even if one's strength is not the strongest, one can still win the championship - just wait and see, I will not let senior sister down." He said it with such confidence that He Zhizhou thought this silly boy had come to his senses and had come up with an unexpected plan. Unexpectedly, Xu Ye took a step forward and raised his voice, "I agree too!"

He Zhizhou felt a chill on his back, and had already vaguely anticipated the outcome of the matter.

"This young Taoist friend and I are both sword cultivators, so why don't we have a competition first?"

Lu Minghao laughed out loud, and although he still looked sloppy and lazy, his eyes were full of sharpness and edge, and he was obviously an out-and-out battle maniac. The huge sword in his hand made a deep sound as he spoke, as if it couldn't wait to be unsheathed.

Xu Ye had heard that this senior brother was a sword fanatic, but he never expected that he would be regarded as his number one opponent.

He knew his own strength very well. Although he was not at the top of the Jindan stage, he was definitely not weak. If he gave it his all, he might be able to win.

Xu Ye took a deep breath and made eye contact with the female cultivator in white who was standing far away under the ancient tree. At that moment, he made up his mind.

He has always been under the care of his senior sister. Today, he finally got the chance to compete fairly with other disciples. He must let Senior Sister Su understand that her junior brother is not a useless coward.

The young man drew his sword and shouted in a deep voice: "Come on!"

Different from spells and poison weapons, the duel between sword cultivators is not fancy at all; it is simply a clash of blades laid out in the open, which is the most exhilarating and thrilling.

Xu Ye concentrated and held his breath, recalling the teachings of his master and senior sister over and over in his mind. The sword intent as pure as water suddenly filled his whole body, causing gusts of fragrant breeze to blow around him, blowing away the dim blood-colored demonic aura.

"This kid has good qualifications!"

Tian Xianzi outside the mysterious mirror said: "With such clear spiritual power, he is a rare talent. I just don't know how good his swordsmanship is."

After he said that, he shut up, staring intently at the figure in the mirror, raising his eyebrows thoughtfully.

The white light was as bright as day, cutting off the evil energy that was entangled like silk threads, and Xu Ye suddenly opened his eyes and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"All things return to one, and life continues forever—"

As the sword formula was recited in a deep voice, the sword light around Xu Ye became stronger, and the strong wind was like a knife, cutting through a broken branch. When he was about to shout out the next sentence -

A heavy sword was suddenly swung over and hit him squarely, and without saying a word, Xu Ye was swung three feet high!

The elders' facial features all twisted and they all let out an "Ah" in unison.

He Zhizhou: ...

Help! When Lu Minghao was reciting his skill, he just picked up the giant sword and smashed it up! Why does Xu Ye, a swordsman, need to cast spells for his skills? Do you think you are a magical girl in transformation? ! !

Lu Minghao did not use much force, but just used his sword energy to knock Xu Ye far away.

The poor child didn't realize what was happening until he soared into the air. He spiraled into the air with a dazed look on his face. The long sword in his hand drew a blinding white light, dancing a waltz of love with him in mid-air.

When Ningning received the message and rushed over, she happened to see him crying in front of her.

He Zhizhou: Well done, it’s worthy of your world of cultivation.

He Zhizhou had a question since he was a child: since the reading time of each skill is so long, why don't the enemy take advantage of the situation and defeat the protagonist directly during this time.

Now the world of cultivation has taught him through practical experience that those who read out skills during a duel have problems with their brains.

Ningning didn't understand what was going on for a moment, and was frightened by Xu Ye's crying face. She quickly helped him up and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Lu Minghao looked innocent, frowning and scratching his head: "What is this little brother...doing? It's not my fault. He insisted on standing there motionless and getting beaten."

When he said this, his expression suddenly became stern: "Oh no, something is wrong around here!"

"Finally found it?"

A woman's faint smile came from not far away. It was Wei Lingbo from Suwen Hall: "This poison is my latest treasure. It is colorless and tasteless. It can be blown to all directions by the wind."

She is skilled in both medicine and poison, and is known for her strange temper. She loves to bury herself in medical books in a small dark room, and then make some strange little gadgets by herself.

But the poison this time is definitely not just a "small thing".

"Once you are exposed to the poisonous gas, not only will your whole body become weak, but your spiritual power will also be gradually blocked and difficult to use. In fact, its toxicity is not very strong, and your cultivation level would not be affected by it... But thanks to these demonic energies, its effectiveness has been increased by at least five times."

She lazily leaned against the broken wall. She was extremely thin, with very obvious dark circles under her eyes, as if they were stained with ink. "Do you feel... that I am running out of strength? It's a pity that my junior brother and I took the antidote in advance, so we can't experience this kind of pleasure."

Although medicine cultivators are known for their skillful hands and kind hearts, there is a well-known consensus in the world of cultivation: no matter what, never provoke medicine cultivators easily. Once you are targeted and poisoned, you won't even know how you died.

"Oops."

He Zhizhou tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, but there was indeed very little left. The poison was very strange, and seemed to have some hypnotic effect, which made his eyelids tremble involuntarily: "Even the demonic energy is helping her. This is clearly the right time, right place, and right people... We won't all die here, right?"

Ning Ning looked around, thought for a moment and then said softly: "I do have an idea, I wonder if it will work."

She seemed a little hesitant, and simply organized her sentences: "According to the principles of physics, when air flows over the upper surface of an arch, the velocity is fast and the pressure is low; when it flows over the smooth lower surface, the velocity is slow and the pressure is high. In this way, a pressure difference will be formed between the upper and lower surfaces, generating upward lift."

He Zhizhou was stunned: "Then what?"

"This is the principle of how bamboo dragonflies and helicopters take off. Don't you think that the shape of the upper arch and the lower flat is very similar to our scabbard?"

Ning Ning held the Star Mark Sword and stretched her hand in front of him: "Although our spiritual power is weak, we can still easily leap into the air and rotate the scabbard. In this way, we can think of the scabbard as the propeller on the plane. When we rotate it and take off into the air, we will surely be able to roll up a huge sword wind--"

He Zhizhou suddenly realized: "And the sword wind can blow away all the evil spirits, so the power of the poison will be very small!"

Xu Ye was confused about the principle, but he still managed to understand Ning Ning's general meaning, which was to let them keep turning the long swords in the air to drive away the poison with the sword wind.

"I see!"

He Zhizhou patted her shoulder gently: "Isn't it similar to Doraemon's bamboo dragonfly? You have exhausted your spiritual power before, so it is not appropriate for you to take action. Leave this matter to me!"

Xu Ye was too embarrassed to look at his senior sister in the distance. In order to save the little image he had left in her heart, he immediately raised his right hand: "I'll come too! There's strength in numbers!"

Thus, dozens of pairs of eyes inside and outside the mysterious mirror witnessed an incredible miracle at the same time.

Xu Ye and He Zhizhou raised their swords above their heads at the same time, using the remaining spiritual power in their bodies to leap high. At the same time, they silently recited sword techniques, allowing the swords to spin at high speed in their hands.

This was originally a powerless movement, and in their current state, it was even more impossible for them to fly into the air. However, what no one expected was that as the air currents gathered and swirled, there was a noticeable upward trend.

——The two of them only used a tiny amount of spiritual energy, and actually broke free from the shackles of the ground, slowly rising into the air in the snow-white airflow!

"this--!"

Tian Xianzi was startled: "What's the principle behind this?"

But the long sword was spinning faster and faster, and the sword energy was like a raging hurricane, spreading from the center to both sides.

The demonic energy and poisonous fog could not withstand such wind and waves, and retreated layer by layer amid the buzzing sound of swords like dragons, until they dissipated completely, and it was difficult to find a trace of them.

The red blood mist gradually faded away, and the long-lost sunlight shone on the dilapidated eaves, and this corner finally saw the daylight.

“It actually succeeded?”

Lin Qian was stunned and thought: "What about Xu Ye and He Zhizhou——"

As she spoke, her eyes moved upwards, and when she saw the two figures in the air, she couldn't help but look horrified and couldn't utter a word.

At the same time, Ningning also thought of something and her breathing stagnated.

They were only concerned with creating wind and removing poison, but forgot the most basic, yet most serious issue.

When the sword spins at high speed, their bodies will also spin continuously.

Even a sword cultivator cannot withstand such continuous spinning in circles.

It seemed like she had betrayed He Zhizhou and Xu Ye.

——The sword bodies kept rotating and moving upwards, and they were also swung back and forth in the air, like two pendulums at a loss in the strong wind, drawing one natural circle after another with their feet.

Now, as the rotation becomes faster and faster, the figures of the two people disappear in a flash, and only a fleeting afterimage can be seen in the distant sky, vaguely making out a human figure.

Ningning: ...

An unprecedented supernatural phenomenon, the disciples were collectively stunned after seeing it, the elders were all silent after seeing it, and the entire cultivation world was shocked. If you don’t see it, you are not an immortal cultivator!

He Zhizhou and Xu Ye actually managed to ascend to heaven with just a sword each, twisting their bodies and flying into the sky in broad daylight in full view of everyone! These two guys are so terrifying! ! !

Lin Qian's scalp was tingling, and she hurriedly urged, "Quick, quick, quick! Quickly call up the highest level of vision and check on the two of them!"

Tian Xianzi did as he was told, his hand on the mysterious mirror trembling slightly.

The first thing that caught everyone's eye was two huge faces with eyes closed, shaking due to the wind.

The face skin swayed left and right in the strong wind, like a cloth bag covered with bones. When the wind lifted it up, its bright red gums and trembling teeth were exposed. Their facial features could no longer be recognized in their original form, their mouths and eyes were all blown crooked, and they looked extremely horrible.

Ningning's voice was faintly heard from the ground, full of anxiety and worry, and it reached the ears of everyone present: "The evil spirit has dissipated, you should stop now!"

But their journey is to the sea of ​​stars, and new storms have already appeared, so how can they stop here?

In addition to pressure difference, there is another powerful and magical force in nature: inertia.

The two of them spun hundreds and thousands of circles and were already dizzy and unconscious. The spiritual power in their bodies unconsciously surged out, causing the sword to spin faster and faster.

When He Zhizhou heard her voice, he was about to reply with a tearful voice, but he suddenly felt nauseous and his mouth bulged, gushing out a large mouthful of clear water like a swirling fountain.

Fortunately, those who practice Taoism can transform food into spiritual energy, so there is no dirt in the body. His current appearance can barely be described as "the heavenly maiden scattering flowers" rather than a vomit maker.

The two children looked so miserable that Lin Qian could not bear to watch. She was filled with grief and indignation: "It was just a trial, why did it have to be like this...! Is this what a sword cultivator is like?"

Even the instigator, Wei Lingbo, couldn't bear to watch it. He was frightened to his rare degree and trembled in a daze.

When the elders from other sects in the attic heard about the big event, they all rushed over. The moment they saw the image in the mysterious mirror, they all showed expressions of extreme shock.

So, under countless gazes, the two men and two swords continued to rise into the air under the increasing pressure difference, and the two bodies drew incomparably graceful arcs, accompanied by bursts of swirling water splashes, which together formed an unforgettable shadow of adulthood for everyone present.

An unknown amount of time had passed, but when there was not a drop of spiritual energy left in the body, two twitching masses of dead flesh finally fell from mid-air.

“Senior sister… don’t look at me, I’m dirty, wuwuwu, I’m so dirty… why, why is this happening…”

Xu Ye was completely in despair, his old eyes were blurry and tears were streaming down his face. He vomited and cried at the same time, as if there were faucets in his eyes and clear water was gushing out of his mouth, vividly illustrating what it means that "men are made of water."

He Zhizhou looked like he was about to die. His face was as red as a huge purple potato. He took a deep breath and said, "Don't ascend, don't ascend, don't ascend..."

“Uh huh—”

His eyes widened as he spoke, and he shook his head at Ningning with his last bit of strength: "Ascension is a big lie, we have all been deceived... Outside the atmosphere... there is simply not enough oxygen..."