Jiang Feng pondered for a moment and said to Sanniang, "Now you and I are trapped in this Jiuhua Tower. There is no way out. I want to give it a try. Sanniang, believe me, with my physical strength, I can definitely withstand this test."

Sanniang was about to continue persuading Jiang Feng, but Jiang Feng had already walked to the crystal, injected spiritual energy into it, and disappeared on the spot.

Jiang Feng slowly opened his eyes, feeling a moment of daze before his vision cleared, and he found himself in a completely enclosed space. Within this mysterious space, layers of fog still hung in the air, making it difficult to discern what secrets lay hidden within.

At this moment, a deep and majestic voice suddenly rang out in the silence: "Challenger, if you can withstand three sword moves from a Jindan-stage expert, you will succeed in the challenge. Next, the first move - Purple Air Coming from the East!"

As these words fell, the previously calm mist began to violently churn. In an instant, an immense sword gradually emerged from the chaos. A rich purple aura lingered around the sword, like a purple dragon coiled around it, emitting a terrifyingly majestic aura.

Facing such a fierce attack, Jiang Feng dared not slack off. He took a deep breath, then quickly mobilized all his spiritual energy, concentrating it on his right fist. Then, without hesitation, he unleashed his full strength, striking the whistling purple giant sword with a fierce punch.

Instantly, fist and sword collided, unleashing a resounding, earth-shattering roar. The entire space seemed to tremble, and a powerful shockwave swept in all directions. Jiang Feng, caught in the center of the impact, was violently thrown back like a lone boat. Fortunately, his lower body was strong, and after retreating several steps, he finally managed to steady his footing.

Jiang Feng marveled inwardly, "Sword cultivators are truly powerful! I've already reached the second level of the Nine Transformations Golden Body, and my body's hardness far surpasses that of an ordinary person. But even so, this first move only managed to tie with my Hundred Ripping Fists. It seems the next two moves shouldn't be underestimated!"

Before he could think about it, the voice came again: "Second move - Thousand Swords!"

Almost instantly, the already surging fog intensified. Countless sword energies shot out from the thick fog like dense raindrops. These sword energies intersected and crisscrossed, weaving into an overwhelming sword net that pounced on Jiang Feng with lightning speed.

However, Jiang Feng remained undeterred. His gaze was as sharp as a torch, fixed on the rapidly approaching sword energy. His steps were nimble and swift, while he simultaneously activated the Nine Transformations Golden Body technique within him with all his might. When the sword energy drew near, he suddenly shouted, "A Hundred Fractures Return to One!"

Following this roar, a dazzling light suddenly emanated from Jiang Feng's fist, and an unparalleled force gushed out of him. He swung his arm, leaving behind a series of blurry afterimages, and shattered the flying sword energy one by one.

The fist and the sword shadow collided, and layers of air waves spread out. Jiang Feng withstood the pressure and continuously inputted true energy into his fist, shattering the sword energy one after another. However, the sword energy became more and more, like an endless tide. Jiang Feng gradually felt exhausted, and sweat soaked his clothes, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted. At this moment, the chaotic energy on the boxing gloves surged, instantly swallowing most of the attacking sword energy. Jiang Feng shouted: "Break it for me!"

Layer upon layer of sword energy exploded and disappeared completely!

Jiang Feng's skin was cracking all over at this point. This second move was even more powerful, and Jiang Feng had to use his strongest attack to block it. Jiang Feng didn't have time to think about it, and swallowed the pill to recover quickly. He knew that the third sword move would be extremely terrifying.

Jiang Feng wanted to ask Xing Bo for help, but before he could open his mouth, he heard Xing Bo's voice: "This sword energy depends only on you. Life or death depends on your luck!"

"The last move: Ten Thousand Swords Return to One!" As the voice fell, countless sword energies gathered into a huge sword beam, rushing towards Jiang Feng. Jiang Feng's eyes were firm, he knew this was the final test. He took a deep breath, concentrated all his strength in his fist, and rushed forward to meet the sword beam. The Hundred Splits Return to One was performed again, and the moment the two collided, the entire space trembled. This huge sword beam smashed Jiang Feng to the ground. Jiang Feng's spiritual energy was about to be exhausted, and suddenly Jiang Feng had a flash of inspiration, and he transformed his fist into a palm, firmly grasping the sword beam. At the same time, he mobilized the chaotic energy in his dantian to wander on his palms, constantly dissolving the sword energy. As time passed, the light dissipated, and Jiang Feng stood there breathlessly, his fist trembling slightly, but a victorious smile appeared on his face.

At that moment, the mist dissipated, revealing a middle-aged man in white standing before Jiang Feng, his hands clasped behind his back. His features were resolute, his eyes deep, and he loomed like a towering mountain. He exuded an invisible aura of power that instilled awe. He held a sword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, its hilt inlaid with a dazzling gem. It was clear at first glance that it was a peerless divine weapon.

The man looked at Jiang Feng, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. He slowly said, "Young man, you have passed my test." Jiang Feng was delighted when he heard this, and quickly bowed and said, "Thank you for your guidance, senior! What is your name?" The man smiled slightly and said, "I am the Jiuhua Sword God."

Jiuhua Sword God's eyes flashed with divine light as he looked Jiang Feng up and down. "Your body refining technique is not simple! Your Dantian is really strange."

Jiang Feng was shocked. Could this Jiuhua Sword God be a real god?

Jiuhua continued, "Don't worry, my friend. I mean no harm. What you see now is just a remnant of my soul. Since you have successfully passed the test, I will give you a sword energy inheritance, but I have a favor to ask of you."

Jiang Feng: "Senior, please tell me, if I can do it, I will do my best."

Jiuhua nodded with satisfaction and took out a wooden box: "I originally had two disciples, a boy named Mu Bai and a girl named Qinghong. The stone statues outside the Jiuhua Tower are them. If you have a chance to meet them, please help me pass this thing on to them and tell them that I was wrong." As he spoke, the wooden box flew into Jiang Feng's hands.