An Lin was waiting for his teammates to arrive in the stone room.
Xu Xiaolan, Xuanyuan Cheng, Yao Mingxi, Hu Guan, and Su Qianyun, who came late, walked out of the passage and appeared in the stone room one by one.
Except for Hu Guan who looked a little miserable, everyone else looked good.
Even Hu Guan, although he suffered some physical injuries, his mental state is still very good.
As far as the current situation is concerned, everything is fine with their team.
"Well, we are still short of two people, one is Tang Ximen, the other is Liu Qianhuan..." An Lin stroked his chin, still a little worried.
Of these two people, one looks very reliable and the other looks very unreliable, but they are actually neither. It's not so surprising that something weird is going to happen.
"Isn't Sister Liu a half-step god, she should be able to cope with the difficult mode easily, why hasn't she come out after so long?" Tian Lingling was a little confused.
An Lin thought about the past, and he was a little uncertain: "Could you have played a game with the creatures inside?"
All the team members took a deep breath when they heard the words, and they thought of the scene of the Holy Grail battle. Don't say it, it's really possible! !
On the black mountain full of bones.
Tang Ximen swung the long sword in his hand, fighting with a huge black dragon.
This black dragon is a lizard dragon with huge wings on its back. It has a cunning and unpredictable temperament. After knowing that Tang Ximen can't beat Tang Ximen head-on, he started guerrilla tactics, fighting while running.
Yes, this black dragon has been running!
"Boom!"
Another fiery flame breathed out, dyeing half of the sky red.
Tang Ximen cut through the flame with a sword, only to find that the black dragon was fleeing away again.
"Don't run away! You don't even have the courage to fight head-on, what kind of dragon are you!?"
He roared and continued to chase after him fiercely.
"You have a sword, I don't have a sword, it's not fair!" the black dragon roared.
The corner of Tang Ximen's mouth twitched: "Then I'll give you a sword!"
Heilong turned his head and snorted coldly: "I don't know how to use a sword."
"Then what do you want?" Tang Ximen gritted his teeth.
"You don't need a sword, fight me hand-to-hand." The black dragon said.
Tang Ximen: "..."
All he gave back to Heilong was a Mamaipi look.
What the black dragon gave him back was an extremely hot flame breath.
…
In a world of distorted colors and bizarre shapes.
Under the trigger of the hell difficulty mode, the whole sky began to become weird and unpredictable.
The illusory and viscous colors slowly converged, finally forming a translucent skeleton man wrapped in a green cloak.
A powerful and terrifying aura began to spread around, the hollow eyes of the skeleton man ignited flames, and the red sickle tightly held in his hand released a bloody aura like a wave.
In the dark space, the bald man became excited when he saw the skeleton man.
The Ethereal route of hell difficulty, condensed is the Ethereal King with a spirit body.
It is immune to all physical and vitality attacks. Only the power of the soul can attack it, and it is completely semi-invincible.
It is extremely difficult for the Void Spirit King in this state to win, even a monk in the stage of transforming into a god, let alone a guy who is half-step into transforming into a god.
Hmph, the trial is easy? Is the trial difficult like an amusement park
At least... at least this trial wasn't!
The bald man looked at the screen excitedly, this battle could at least save him some face.
Liu Qianhuan looked at the green translucent skeleton man in front of him, closed his eyes slightly, and took a deep breath.
"It's such a familiar smell, it's this breath, I hope you won't disappoint me..."
She opened her eyes, the playfulness and frivolity of the past completely disappeared, and there was only a bone-chilling chill.
With a flash of Na Ring, a light blue long sword appeared in her hand.
At this time, she was focused, cold and arrogant, with an aura that belonged to the peerless female sword fairy.
She has never used a sword, except for the true duel in the last Sifang Discussion Exchange Conference, in order not to drag her teammates down once, no one has seen her use a sword.
No one knew why she was so resistant to using a sword. She clearly used a sword with explosive strength, but she just abandoned it. Only she knew in her heart that using a sword would bring a strong sense of guilt...
And this sense of guilt can only be reduced by killing the Void Spirit Race.
The Void Spirit King's body twisted and disappeared suddenly, and in the next moment, it appeared behind Liu Qianhuan. The red sickle cut a bloody and life-threatening arc, and wiped away Liu Qianhuan's snow-white neck.
"too slow… "
Liu Qianhuan groaned softly, the golden runes on the tip of his toes flashed, his body flashed to the side of the Void Spirit King in an instant, and the blue long sword slashed towards the Void Spirit King at a faster speed!
"Chila!"
The shadow of the sword was like a charm, and instantly cut a big hole in Void Spirit King's body.
"Ah...!" The Void Spirit King, who had been silent all this time, howled in pain.
Its chopped part actually slowly evaporated like water vapor!
The bald man who had been watching the battle stared wide-eyed with disbelief on his face.
Is the Void Spirit King injured? How can this be!
This woman obviously didn't use soul attack, why can she hurt the spirit body!
While being shocked, for some reason, his gaze stayed on the light blue long sword in Liu Qianhuan's hand, and his pupils shrank slightly.
Could it be because of this sword...
Liu Qianhuan walked towards the Void Spirit King step by step, the light blue long sword trembled slightly, as if feeling the long-lost fighting spirit, and also became excited.
She has a sword named Binghong, which can cut down all evil spirits!
…
"Ma Ma, Ma Ma...Look, I can already slash sword energy."
In a Canggu sword forest, a girl with short black hair held the hand of a gentle woman and shouted excitedly.
The woman stroked the girl's head tenderly: "Huan Huan, you did a good job, but don't be too proud. You just broke the record of the youngest sword wielder in the Kyushu Realm. You have to know that there are people out there , there is a sky beyond the sky... "
"Yeah... Ma Ma... I know I'm only number one in Kyushu now, and I won't be proud." She nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, blinking her bright purple eyes, and she looked extremely cute.
Woman: "..."
The woman felt that she seemed to have missed something, but it didn't matter, as long as her daughter was happy.
Huanhuan is an ancient style of Dao sword that comes out once every ten thousand years in the sect, and it has been famous in the entire sect at a young age. Some disciples jokingly called her the little master, um, her father is the great master.
"Ma Ma... practice sword with me! I want to show you my best sword spirit in Kyushu!!" The girl shouted excitedly.
"Okay... okay, let me experience the phantom sword energy." The woman smiled gently, and her sweet and lovely smile was reflected in her beautiful eyes.
Time passed.
Before I knew it, Huanhuan was ten years old.
She can enter the Zongmen's sword forest to find her natal weapon.
"Huan Huan, remember to keep your mind clear when you go in, so that a famous sword will choose you." The woman held the little girl's little hand and told her softly.
"Got it, Ma Ma." The girl walked to the center of the sword forest with a smile, cut off her tender fingers, a drop of blood floated in the air, and then closed her eyes.
In an instant, ten thousand swords blared together, and the light of the sword stele shot straight into the sky!
All the swords trembled, and the voice seemed to say: Choose me! choose me!
The woman looked at the scene in front of her with a blank face, and muttered to herself: "This is the ancient style of Dao Sword? No... it should be said, this is the qualification of Huanhuan?"
"Well, this sword is too big..."
"This sword is too thin, is it a toothpick?"
"This sword is too ugly, and I don't like it either."
"Huh? These are the top ten famous swords of the sect, so old-fashioned..."
"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooomore of pink swords?"
…
In this way, Huan Huan, who originally wanted the famous sword to recognize him, turned into a scene where Huan Huan randomly chose his own weapon.
She was walking in the sword forest, every famous sword was trembling slightly. As long as the girl hooks her little finger, the long sword will fly to her side excitedly, obediently.
But what the woman didn't expect was that the girl didn't even take a fancy to a long sword.
"Huanhuan... you choose again? The material of the ten famous swords of Zongmen is the best in the whole continent. If they are well nourished, they can be promoted to immortal weapons. Even with the nourishment of your ancient Dao sword, you may be able to ascend to a What about the legendary artifact..."
"Wuwu, Mama, I don't want it! They are too ugly! I like a sword I saw in the Excalibur Book, and it suits my physique very much. Let's refine that sword, shall we..."
"You mean Binghong Sword? But it's..."
"I want it, I am the number one swordsman in Kyushu, only it can set off my temperament!! Mama, you are the best to me, just meet my request!"
"Oh... well, then let's go to the Ethereal Realm."
(end of this chapter)