"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 so excited that he walked forward and looked at the picture projected in the black mirror.

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

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 in a daze, and didn't they see the fox tribe's village?"

Last night, the water mirror array was broken, the demon tribe was seriously injured, and most of the disciples went back to their rooms or caves to sleep, so the elders didn't continue to look down, and went home to rest and recuperate. They didn't gather again until this morning, eating melon seeds and watching the trial progress.

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

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

After finally being able to take a break, he went out to stroll around with Xu Ye to relax. Unexpectedly, he ran into the scene of a big fight among disciples from various sects.

After struggling to survive in the bushes for so long, the water in the lakes and rivers was still unusable. The living conditions were so bad that the young talents in the cultivation world were no longer as bright and beautiful as they used to be. They stood at the entrance of the village in a shabby state. If you didn't know, you would think it was a poor crew filming the first part of "Rural Cultivation Story".

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

According to the sect uniforms, the group of people were divided into five sects, from left to right, they were Fanyin Temple, Suwen Hall, Wanjian Sect, Taxue Tower and Liuming Mountain.

That is, Buddhist cultivation, sound cultivation, medicine cultivation, sword cultivation and talisman cultivation.

The trial was originally to encourage disciples to fight and rob each other. Now that several major sects suddenly collided, they naturally disliked each other and the war was about to break out.

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

it turned out to be Xu Ye's long-cherished senior sister, Su Qinghan.

He Zhizhou, a salted fish with no ideal pursuit, planned to escape the moment he realized that the situation was not good. Unexpectedly, Mingkong actually looked up and saw him. His head immediately lit up and laughed out loud: "He donor!"

He Zhizhou almost had a myocardial infarction. He wanted to give this brat a spiral flying kick and Pegasus Meteor Fist on the spot to let him feel the cruelty of the adult world.

Mingkong did not notice that he looked strange, and continued to say sincerely: "My senior brother and I noticed something strange in the sky, and we were afraid that something went wrong here, so we agreed to come here to find out. If you are safe, we will be relieved."

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

As long as they didn't come, he would be fine; once they showed up, he would be beaten up along with the two idiots.

The other gangs confronting Fanyin Temple didn't notice He Zhizhou at first, but when the little monk opened his big mouth, several pairs of cold eyes looked at him at the same time.

Like a barbecue on bamboo sticks, they poked him and Xu Ye into a sieve.

He Zhizhou: ...

"You are all disciples of major sects. It is a rare fate that we can meet here today."

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

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

Xu Yi whispered to the side: "He is a rare talisman genius, who is best at the five elements of yin and yang. His techniques are mysterious and difficult to predict... He ranks third among the opponents that Senior Sister Su wants to challenge."

In short, this is a master.

"Haha, not bad!"

The tall sword cultivator holding the giant sword laughed and agreed with a certainty: "If you want to fight, fight quickly, don't talk too much."

He was burly, unkempt, and covered in dust. He didn't look like a famous cultivator, but rather like a street performer who was tired after a day of hard work and was carrying a prop sword home.

Xu Yi said again: "This is Brother Lu Minghao from the Snow Tower. No one can stop him when he uses the giant sword. When he is full of energy and at his peak, he can have the power to split mountains and break water."

Needless to say, this is also a master.

"And Sister Wei Lingbo and Brother Cen Ran from the Suwen Hall over there are superb in the creation of medicine and poison. They can kill people without being seen. You must be more careful."

... This is still a master.

He Zhizhou's heart sank when he heard 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 Yi interrupted him sternly, "My sister told me that even if I'm not the strongest, I can still win the championship. Just watch me, I won't let my sister down." He said it with such confidence that He Zhizhou thought this silly boy had come up with a plan that was unexpected. But he saw Xu Yi take a step forward and shouted in a high voice, "I agree too!"

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

"This fellow Daoist and I are both sword cultivators, so why don't we have a duel first?"

Lu Minghao laughed loudly. Although he still looked sloppy and lazy, his eyes were full of sharpness and sharpness, and he was obviously a real battle maniac. The giant sword in his hand made a deep sound when he spoke, as if it couldn't wait to be unsheathed.

Xu Ye had heard that this senior brother was a sword maniac, and 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 went all out, he might be able to win.

Xu Yi took a deep breath and looked into the eyes of the white-robed female cultivator standing far away under the ancient tree. At that moment, he made up his mind.

He had 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 know that her junior brother is not a useless coward.

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

Unlike spells and poison weapons, the duel between sword cultivators is not fancy at all. It is purely a collision of blades in the open, which is the most exciting and thrilling.

Xu Yi concentrated and held his breath, recalling the teachings of his master and senior sister over and over in his mind. The pure sword spirit like water suddenly filled his body, causing a fragrant breeze to blow around his body, brushing away the dim blood-colored demonic energy.

"This kid has good qualifications!"

Tian Xianzi outside the mysterious mirror said, "Such a clear spiritual power, he is a rare good seedling, but I don't know how good his swordsmanship is."

He shut up after he finished speaking, staring intently at the figure on the mirror, and raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

The white light was like the daybreak, cutting off the endless evil spirit like a thread, and Xu Yi suddenly opened his eyes and slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

"Nine nines return to one, endless life--"

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

a heavy sword was suddenly swept over and hit him directly, and without saying a word, Xu Yi was swept three feet high!

The elders' facial features were distorted, and they all cried out "Ah——" at the same time.

He Zhizhou: ...

Help! Lu Minghao just carried the giant sword and smashed it while he was reciting the skill! Why does Xu Ye, a swordsman, have to read the skill bar? Do you think you are a magical girl in transformation? ! ! Lu

Minghao did not use any heavy hands, but only used the sword energy to knock Xu Ye away.

The poor child did not realize what happened until he soared into the air. He spiraled into the air with a confused face. The long sword in his hand drew a dazzling white light, and danced a waltz of love with him in the air.

When Ning Ning received the communication talisman and rushed over, she happened to see him crying and falling in front of her.

He Zhizhou: Good, you are worthy of the world of cultivation.

He Zhizhou has 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 opportunity and defeat the protagonist directly during this time.

Now the world of cultivation has taught him that those who read the reading time of skills in a duel have problems with their brains.

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

Lu Minghao felt innocent, frowning and scratching his head: "What is this little brother...doing? This is not my fault, he insisted on standing there motionless and getting beaten." When

he said this, his expression suddenly froze: "Oh no, something is wrong around me!"

"Finally found it?"

Not far away came a woman's faint smile, it was Wei Lingbo from Suwen Hall: "This poison is my latest treasure, colorless and tasteless, it can be blown around by the wind."

She is a doctor and poison master, and is famous for her strange temper. She likes to study medical books in a small dark room, and then make some strange gadgets by herself.

But this time, the poison is definitely not a "gadget".

“Once you are exposed to the poisonous gas, not only will you feel powerless all over, but your spiritual power will also be gradually blocked, making it difficult to use. In fact, its toxicity is not very strong, and with your level of cultivation you would not be affected... but thanks to these demonic energy, its effectiveness has been increased by at least five times.”

She leaned lazily against the broken wall. She was extremely thin, with very obvious dark circles under her eyes, as if stained with ink: “Do you feel... that I am almost out of strength? It’s a pity that my junior brother and I have taken the antidote in advance, so we can’t experience this pleasure.”

Although medicine cultivators are known for their skillful hands and kind hearts, there is also a consensus among everyone in the cultivation world: no matter what, never provoke medicine cultivators lightly. Once someone is targeted and poisoned, they won't even know how to recover.

"Oops."

He Zhizhou tried to mobilize the spiritual power in his body, but there was really not much left. The poison was very strange, and it seemed to have some hypnotic effects, 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 said softly: "I do have a way, I wonder if it will work."

She seemed a little hesitant and simply organized some sentences: "According to the principles of physics, when air flows through the upper surface of the arch, the flow rate is fast and the pressure is small; when passing through the smooth lower surface, the flow rate is slow and the pressure is large. In this way, the upper and lower surfaces will form a pressure difference, generating upward lift."

He Zhizhou was stunned: "Then what?"

"This is the launch principle of bamboo dragonflies and helicopters. Don't you think that the shape with an arched top and a flat bottom 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 make the scabbard rotate. In this way, the scabbard can be regarded as the propeller on the airplane. When it is rotated and launched into the air, it will inevitably stir 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 hear the general meaning of Ning Ning, which was to let them keep rotating the long sword in the air to drive back the poison with the sword wind.

"I know!"

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

Xu Ye was too ashamed to look at his senior sister in the distance. In order to save the image of himself that was left in her heart, he immediately raised his right hand: "I'll do it too! There is strength in numbers!"

So inside and outside the black mirror, dozens of eyes witnessed an incredible miracle at the same time.

Xu Ye and He Zhizhou raised their long swords above their heads at the same time, urging the remaining spiritual power in their bodies to jump high, and at the same time silently recited the sword technique, letting the sword 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 everyone did not expect was that as the air currents gathered and swirled, there was an obvious upward trend.

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

"This——!"

Tian Xianzi was shocked: "What is the principle?"

The long sword turned faster and faster, and the sword energy was like a hurricane, spreading from the center to both sides.

The demonic energy and poisonous mist could not withstand such a storm, and retreated layer by layer in the buzzing sound of the sword, until it dissipated completely, and it was difficult to find a trace of it.

The red blood mist gradually faded away, and the long-awaited sunlight shone on the dilapidated eaves. This corner finally saw the light of day.

"It actually succeeded?"

Lin Qian was stunned, and her mind moved: "Then 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 terrified and couldn't say a word.

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

Before, they only cared about creating wind to remove poison, but forgot the most basic, yet most serious problem.

When the sword was spinning at high speed, their bodies would also spin non-stop.

Even sword practitioners could not withstand such non-stop spinning.

It seemed that she had tricked He Zhizhou and Xu Ye.

- The sword body kept spinning upwards, and they were also swung around in the air, like two pendulums that were at a loss in the strong wind, drawing one natural circle after another with their feet.

And now, as the rotation became faster and faster, the figures of the two disappeared in a flash, and only a fleeting afterimage could be seen in the distant sky, vaguely a human figure.

Ning Ning: ...

Unprecedented supernatural phenomenon, the disciples were all stunned, the elders were silent after seeing it, the whole cultivation world was shocked, if you don't see it, you are not an immortal!

He Zhizhou and Xu Ye actually twisted their bodies and spun up to the sky with only one sword each, and achieved ascension in broad daylight in front of everyone! These two guys are so terrifying!!!

Lin Qian's scalp was numb, and he hurriedly urged: "Quick, quick, quick! Quickly call up the highest vision and see what's going on with them!"

Tian Xianzi did as he was told, and his hand on the black mirror trembled slightly.

The first thing that caught everyone's eyes was two big faces with eyes tightly closed and shaking from the wind.

The face swayed left and right in the strong wind, like a cloth bag wrapped around the bones. When it was blown open by the wind, bright red gums and trembling teeth were exposed. The facial features could no longer be seen clearly. All of them were blown crooked, which was very scary.

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

But their journey was to the sea of ​​stars, and a new storm had already appeared. How could they stop here?

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

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

He Zhizhou heard her voice and was about to reply with a crying voice, but he didn't expect to feel nauseous and vomited a large mouthful of water like a swirling fountain.

Fortunately, people who practice Taoism can transform food into spiritual energy, so there is no dirt in his body. His current appearance can barely be called "Flowers from the Heavenly Fairy" instead of a vomit maker.

The appearance of these two children was too miserable. Lin Qian couldn't bear to watch it and was heartbroken: "It's just a test, why is it like this...! Is this a sword cultivator!"

Even Wei Lingbo, the instigator, couldn't bear to look at it. He was shocked and trembling in shock.

The elders of other sects in the attic heard about the big event and rushed over. When they saw the image in the mysterious mirror, they all showed extremely shocked expressions.

So under countless gazes, the two people and two swords continued to rise into the air under the increasing pressure difference. The two bodies drew an extremely beautiful arc, accompanied by waves of swirling spray, and together formed an unforgettable adult shadow for everyone present.

After an unknown amount of time, when there was no more spiritual energy left in the body, the two twitching dead meat finally fell from the air.

"Sister... don't look at me, I'm dirty, wuwuwu, I'm so dirty... why, why is it like this..."

Xu Yi was completely desperate, his old eyes were blurry and tears were streaming down his face. He was crying and vomiting, his eyes were like faucets, and clear water was gushing out of his mouth, vividly illustrating what it means to "a man is made of water".

He Zhizhou looked like he was about to die, his face was as red as a huge purple potato, he trembled and took a deep breath of stale air: "Don't ascend, don't ascend, don't ascend..."

"Uh ah——"

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