The young man with black fox fur sat cross-legged on the Qianren cliff hanging on the inner door of the waterfall. The spiritual power of heaven and earth above his head continued to gather into the shape of a pouring pot. The pure spiritual power poured out from the mouth of the pot was poured into the black and white double swords surrounded by the young man. The black and white double swords then fed back the more condensed two-color spiritual power back into the young man.

The young man with black fox fur slowly breathed, and the shadow of the golden dragon entrenched high behind him was coated with a layer of hazy ink and water. The mysterious meaning of life and death erupted suddenly, just like the divine dragon in the sky with its high head in the ink painting, extremely majestic.

Under the thousand-foot cliff hanging on the Milky Way Falls, the inner disciples of the Foundation Building Realm on the Jianwuping are practicing hard. Although the selection competition for disciples in the back mountain has nothing directly to them, the hard practices of the Jindan realm in the Jindan realm have really deeply infected them. If they don’t steam buns, they always have to make a sigh. They can’t even be as strong as those of their senior brothers and sisters who are waving flags and shouting to their senior brothers and sisters at that time, that would be really embarrassing.

Zhang Yuanwenyu and Hong Chuan, cross-legged, breathed in spiritual power and circulated Zhou Tian, ​​looked up at the figure sitting quietly on Qianren cliff, and all felt envious. They were also firm-minded and tired bodies, which had become energetic because of the long-term operation of spiritual power, became energetic again. Since their cultivation level has been lost, they must practice harder and harder, otherwise they would be too late to even see Chang Xi's back.

Chang Xi lie on his knees, rubbing the slender sword body as red as warm as jade. In a trance, he seemed to see the woman who was as clean as snow, woven into strands of the burning emotions in his heart, and passed them along the red sword body to his heart. He pulled open the corners of his mouth and smiled bitterly.

He really couldn't easily control this fiery red shadow.

Although he was born without the five elements spiritual roots, he could forcibly activate his spiritual sense to control Chi Ying, but he was unable to exert most of the power of the fire-attributed spiritual sword. Although the divine dragon's essence and blood are fierce, they are not the same as the fire-attributed attribute. The power of the fiery dragon blood blessing on Chi Ying is just a shape and does not increase much power.

Chang Xi wanted to take a different approach to the sword. If he wanted to use his physical body without the five elements spiritual roots to maximize the power of red shadows, there was another way.

There is also a unique branch called the sword formation in the sword cultivation lineage. Although it is a branch, it is far beyond ordinary sword control techniques in terms of momentum and power. The average Jindan realm sword cultivation has the most spiritual consciousness, which is only five fingers. No matter how many sword controls, it will affect the actual combat effect and will be counterproductive. However, if it is used by the sword formation, it will be very different. If the complete sword formation can be outlined with the spiritual consciousness, the number of sword control is not to mention the number of one-handed swords, it is not impossible to say that it is a hundred or thousands.

For example, the blue light curtain covering the entire Qingyun Mountain and the sky is actually a super-large sword formation composed of countless small sword formations linked to each other. In the past, when Chang Xi's sword art was in a slight state, he could not feel anything strange about the blue cover that was upside down like a sea bowl on his head. But as his cultivation level increased, he became increasingly unable to see through the sword formation above his head that was precisely circulating like a mechanical one. He only knew that with his current cultivation level, he would definitely die without a burial place.

A few days ago, the caring master personally sent a commander's method of the Liangyi Sword Formation. This method of the sword formation explains in detail how to outline the sword formation with the spiritual sense in the Niwan Palace. He has been good at painting since he was a child, not to mention that he can personally draw a sword talisman that can make both the evil cultivators of the Jindan realm extremely afraid.

The sky pays off. After several days of hard work, he finally learned all the Liangyi sword formations six or seven points. With the help of Yuehong Sword Spirit, the sword formation structure was further improved and transformed into a unique life and death sword formation.

"go."

Chang Xi's lips moved slightly and shouted. The spiritual consciousness condensed in the Niwan Palace was deliberately divided into crisscrossing lines by the master, slowly outlining the mysterious appearance of the formation in the air. As the two forms of life and death that were invisible to the naked eye were gradually completed, Yuehong and Dongyou, two slender swords with distinct black and white distinctive slim swords, floating rhythmically under the guidance of the formation, the sword intent of life and death in the formation was ups and downs like a rolling wave of the river.

The power of the two-character sword formation in life and death can make the corpse-faced dragon, who had been living under the Burying Soul Ridge of Burying River for hundreds of years, suffer all the hardships.

"If one day I can control the Five Elements Sword Formation, I will not let Cheng Yao down, and the red shadow can show its power in my hands."

Withdrawing the sword formation, Chang Xi called Dongyou back to swallow, and tied Yuehong and Chiying back to his waist. The two swords, both red and blue and white, increasingly highlighted the sword master's heroic spirit and handsomeness. Many fans in the foundation-building realm on the martial arts pavilion saw Senior Brother Chang wearing a black fox fur slowly getting up and holding his sword on his waist. They screamed in vain, which made Qing Feng, who could not stop him, both angry and funny, and helpless.

Chang Xi put his hand on the red shadow, and the warmth spread into his heart along his arms, sighing.

"It's the hardest thing to be able to get the kindness of a beauty."

"Hmph, the beauty is kind to the beauty, you will know the beauty is kind to the beauty. Then I will tell Sister Xin Tong about this, and you will definitely feel good."

The sound of Yuehong Sword Spirit gloating sounded in his ears. The pink-carved Yuehong Sword Spirit emerged from the sword and sat on the master's shoulder. Chang Xi stroked his forehead with headache. God knew why Yuehong had such a dark-bellied temperament.

Yuehong, who was tall with Chang Xi, looked up at the Life and Death Sword Formation that had not yet dissipated in the air, poked the master's cheek and said angrily: "Master, although the clock that tempers the spiritual sense in Niwan Palace is very good, but with the current spiritual sense strength, if you are dedicated to the Life and Death Sword Formation, you may be as focused as the old evil cultivator when he was in Dawu Mountain?"

This little guy really doesn't know which pot he has to pick up.

Chang Xi, who was exposed to the truth, spread his hands and said helplessly: "After all, I have been in the Golden Pill Realm too short, and even the sword bell follows me for only a few months. If I were given a few more months, I would definitely be able to get it easily. I just didn't expect that this selection competition would be so much ahead of time."

Yuehong's face was shattered with a smug smile. Just as she was about to say something, Yuehong's small eyes suddenly turned around like a thief. The figure of the child sitting on Chang Xi's shoulders and feet disappeared. Chang Xi looked up and found that it was Senior Brother Yanzhang walking towards this side.

Yan Zhang walked over and stood side by side with Chang Xi. He was always gentle and elegant, and he was a little restrained at this moment. He tried to speak several times but swallowed it again, his face full of worry about gains and losses.

Chang Xi smiled and said, "Senior Brother Yan has something to do but it doesn't matter. Why bother to hesitate? This is not your personality, senior brother."

Yan Zhang pondered for a long time and finally smiled bitterly: "To be honest, we have heard of the agreement between you and Junior Sister Xin. Before, several of our senior brothers agreed privately that they would not participate in this back mountain selection and let you fight on behalf of the inner sect of Tianxiu Peak. This way, it will be a waste of fighting in the Tianxiu Peak in the future, and it will be unfavorable."

Chang Xi was shocked when he heard this: "How can this be done?"

How much does the quota of disciples at the Guanmen of the Houshan Mountain have? Everyone knows that all the disciples of Qingyun Mountain. He Chang Xi hopes to get it, and others also hope to get it, but if his victory is given by others, it will be more uncomfortable than killing him.

But before Chang Xi could object, Yan Zhang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's a pity that Master opposed the opinions of several of us and insisted on asking all qualified people in our inner sect of Tianxiu Peak to participate, so we gave up."

Chang Xi then sighed and said, "The younger brothers appreciated the kindness of the senior brothers. If the disciples from the back mountain selected the senior brothers of the Grand Prix to carry me in, even if I was lucky enough to win, what would Tong'er see me in the future?"

Chang Xi, who was as tall as a sword, said in a deep voice: "If the junior brother meets all the senior brothers in the inner sect during the selection competition, I would like to ask my senior brother to give me advice!"
Chapter completed!