The Qinggang sword shadow whizzing down from the sky was slashed down heavily with pressure, and there was no way to avoid it.

Chang Xi turned his hand over Yuehong, and the blade held the sword to both hands and took the blow. Most of the force was absorbed by Yuehong's tremor that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, but even the remaining force was still not easily able to bear the Qi Refining Realm's cultivation level. Haoran's huge force penetrated down his arms with his arms holding the sword, and his left knee was overwhelmed and hit the surface of the blue jade, shaking a dense crack like a spider web.

The Qinggang Sword was unforgivable, and the light-looking sword body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. Chang Xi heard the dark golden bones squeaking in his body, and an abnormal flush surged on his face to lift Yuehong over his head. Qinggang Sword raised and slashed it down one after another, and smashed half of Chang Xi's knee into the surface of the green jade like a nail. Blood flowed across his knees by the sharp green jade fragments.

As the Qinggang Sword fell heavily, the splashing blood flew far away, staining all the spider web cracks under the knees. The trembling Yuehong sword blade inevitably slashed across his palms, and the dark golden blood dripped down his elbows, looking extremely tragic.

Qing Feng walked to Chang Xi with disdainful expression, pushed away Qing Gang, which was slashing like a mechanical one, and stepped heavily on Yuehong, who was raised above his head and sarcastically said: "I don't know why your blood is dark golden. But these are not important, because you are just an ant that can be trampled to death at will."

After saying that, the strength under his feet suddenly increased. Chang Xi's arm veins swelled up but did not fall a minute, and his eyes were covered in coldness.

"I feel a little complacent when I climbed the third level? Want to become stronger? Want to be able to protect the power you love? Do you have the qualifications? Throughout history, there have been many immortals and ask questions in this world, as many stars in the sky, and how many people are there in the end? You, a waste from the Qi Refining Realm, dare to ask for the Great Dao?!"

Qing Feng's ruthless mean words were as if they were magical, and they could no longer linger in Chang Xi's mind. An irresistible feeling of decay suddenly arose in his heart.

"Yes, I, a remote boy, was lucky enough to be able to worship Qingyun Mountain, which was a blessing for several lifetimes. How dare I talk about the great way to do that arrogant thing? I really don't know what it is."

Chang Xi murmured unconsciously, and a cowardly expression appeared on his originally determined face, and a layer of gray was covered in his cold eyes. His arms, which had bulging blue veins, gradually became weak, and the moon rainbow raised with both hands fell down little by little.

Qingfeng's mouth still had a contemptuous sneer. When the soles of the boots on the sword were about to step on the hanging head under his feet, the contemptuous smile on Qingfeng's face instantly frozen.

The blood-supporting hands that supported Yuehong were filled with blood, and he could step down hard, but he could no longer move.

Deep in my mind, the sense of decadence brought by every failure and setback that Chang Xi experienced in his life was multiplied, turning into an endless black wave that drowned reason. His thin body could not control himself in the storm waves, and his mouth was filled with dirty muddy water, making his already unconscious mind more confused. He was about to sink completely, and his hands were stirring wildly in the waves, as if he wanted to grasp the life-saving straw that did not exist.

As a huge turbid wave was shot, the only trace of clearness left in Chang Xi's eyes blew out like a candle in the wind. The originally strong and vigorous body had already become haggard because it was soaked in this black wave, and its breath was extremely weak, like an old man who was about to walk.

At this last moment, Chang Xi grabbed something in the dark tide like a dead tree's hand. A faint look rose in his gray eyes, and his trembling arm made a sound of almost broken shattering, and he held the thing in front of him with difficulty. At that moment, the boundless black wave seemed to be still in front of him.

It was a wooden sign with scratches all over the place but was extremely neat and clean. Even the dirty air in the dark tide did not leave any trace of corrosion on it.

Scenes from three years ago reappeared in my mind like a revolving lantern.

"Son, you must make a name for yourself in the future."

"Xi'er, run!"

"It's me that was useless, it's me that killed my parents..."

"Beast, die!"

"Do you want to cultivate immortality?"

"The only way to die is to be born is the foundation of practice."

"Dad, mom. The bloody hatred, Chang Xi will never dare to forget it!"

Countless pictures flashed in front of the gray-white eyes, and waves of uneven fluctuations appeared on the gray-white color.

The scenes in my memory were finally frozen in front of the magnificent gate of Qingyun Mountain. Qinglan's gentle words were now a nine-day divine thunder with a thick embrace tree in the darkness, splitting open the boundless black wave and suddenly exploded in Chang Xi's ears!

"Chang Xi, don't let me down."

A clear and audible sound of shattering sounded in Chang Xi's gray eyes. The turbid gray and white flowed across his cheeks with tears that could not be stopped at the corners of his eyes and repeated the clear and clear sound. The trembling sound that was not like a human voice was low and sobbing in his throat.

"Thanks."

When Chang Xi opened his eyes again, it was replaced by a burning flame. The surface of his withered body cracked open, and a wave hit him, all the withered dead skin faded away, revealing the smooth skin like a baby. His arm slight force arched a hill full of power, and pulled out the moon rainbow behind him and slashed it with all his strength towards the black wave!

"Get out!"

Qing Feng's expression of contempt finally collapsed, and he thought in his heart that he was stepping on some waste ant, just like a swan that was about to spread his wings in the sky! Chang Xi raised his head suddenly, and the brilliance in his eyes reached Qing Feng's face, which made him dare not look directly at him for a moment.

The violent force soared into the sky from the crystal sword that was thin and two fingers wide. Qingfeng's feet retreated backwards unsteadily. He pointed a sword in his hand, and the Qinggang sword roared in front of Chang Xi. The sound of gold and iron fighting came, and Qingfeng's eyes shook violently, unable to believe his eyes. The Qinggang sword, which had been invincible before, was now slashed by the unknown narrow long sword.

Qingfeng shook his head, and with a flash of his sword, the Qinggang sword that was inferior to Yuehong flashed and returned to his master. Looking at the gaps of several rice grains in the blue sword blade, Qingfeng's face had long disappeared. The initial sarcasm and contempt arose, and a strange spirit rose.

"I know you are not Qingfeng's teaching, you are just an illusion created by the trial in Kuixing Pavilion. No need to think of confusing me anymore." Chang Xi stood far away from Qingfeng, his eyes filled with blue spiritual power. It was with this way that he could barely see the slashing trajectory of Qinggang Sword. The surge in physical strength made Chang Xi feel a little uncomfortable, but it was precisely because of this that he could fight the powerful Qinggang Sword.

"Illusion? Do you think I am the kind of low-level thing? Here is the Pavilion Spirit of Kuixing Pavilion. Is it many times better than the illusion in your mouth? In my exploration of you, you respect the person named Qingfeng very much. Wouldn't it be more educational to you to change into Qingfeng?" The Pavilion Spirit, who turned into Qingfeng's appearance, transformed into several disciples familiar to Chang Xi, and finally continued to choose to turn into Qingfeng's appearance.

Seeing this scene, Chang Xi was shocked. He suddenly recalled the beautiful scene in the second floor stone chamber, and couldn't help but frown and asked, "Is that you the second floor?"

"Qingfeng" did not answer directly, but pointed at Chang Xi's chest: "Don't ask me, ask yourself."

After receiving this specious answer, Chang Xi was not angry, but instead bowed respectfully like a pavilion spirit.

"Qingfeng" tilted his head and said happily: "You are really interesting. Compared to those fools who are unstable and can't even say 'My destiny is to collapse at once.', you are indeed a craftable material. Now that you are passing through this fourth level, you are no longer those sparrows that catch a lot of fish, but a real swan."

"Fourth level? Isn't this the third level trial?" Chang Xi couldn't help but feel surprised when he heard what Ge Ling said.

"As the spirit of Kuixing Pavilion, you still have this ability to reverse the level. The dark tide you have just experienced is the fourth level trial, just a sudden whim."

"Qingfeng" fingers past the Qinggang Sword, and several gaps that were cut out by Yuehong immediately recovered as new as new. The Qinggang Sword floating in the air suddenly sounded a cheerful sword.

"Then this third level trial..."

Before Chang Xi finished speaking, he saw the "Qingfeng" in front of him bounced his fingers on the Qinggang Sword. A ripples of spiritual power shook, and a dangerous aura overflowed from the Qinggang Sword.

"Isn't this going to start now?"

"Qingfeng"'s face flashed with a joking expression, and his sleeves were thrown out suddenly, and a great sword energy swept across the entire martial arts stage. A blue shirt danced wildly with the wind, and the blue sword shadow flew around his body, and it looked like a sword immortal descending to earth in the sword energy all over the sky.
Chapter completed!