Looking at Feng Zichen walking with a relaxed look on his face, Lin Zichen said a little speechlessly: "It seems that I still underestimated Brother Feng's strength. This illusion clone probably has the strength of the Fantasy Sect. You boy is still so strong.
Well done!”
Feng Zichen pointed at his Sharingan and said with a smile: "Actually, it's all thanks to the power of my bloodline. Part of its abilities are related to illusions, so it has some resistance to some less powerful illusions..."
Since there is a lot of blood power in this world, Feng Zichen took advantage of the situation and referred to his blood inheritance limit as the power of blood. After all, the power of blood and the blood inheritance limit are actually very similar.
In fact, Lin Zichen and Lin Zixuan also discovered the abnormality in Feng Zichen's eyes, and they also speculated that it was the power of blood. However, the power of a person's blood has always been taboo, and it was difficult for them to ask. Now Feng Zichen himself told them.
There are no worries anymore.
Lin Zixuan curiously looked at the blood-red pupils with a kind of enchanting beauty, and couldn't help but said: "Brother Feng's pupil-type blood power is very rare. Are you the only one who has it?"
Feng Zichen was startled for a moment and quickly replied: "I don't think so. There are many eyes like mine in very far away places, but... few people know about them!"
Lin Zixuan's beautiful eyes flashed with thought, and she didn't ask any more questions. After all, the ability of bloodline power is a person's biggest trump card, and it would be a bit ungrateful to ask any more questions.
Lin Zichen patted Feng Zichen on the shoulder and said excitedly: "Brother, it's only been less than half a minute. That arrogant guy must still be in the fourth level. Go ahead, catch up with him, and then surpass him!"
Feng Zichen was a little hesitant, "Then you..." Lin Zixuan's smart voice sounded: "Brother Feng, don't worry about us. Although my brother and I can't solve the battle as quickly as you, there is still no problem in dealing with a fantasy sect."
Lin Zichen also smiled and said: "After all, our brother and sister's goal is the Holy Domain Training Camp. This third level can't stop us."
Feng Zichen nodded and showed a confident smile: "Don't worry, I will definitely surpass him and show you!" After saying that, he quickly rushed into the passage.
Lin Zichen and Lin Zixuan watched Feng Zichen's figure disappear from their eyes, and a surge of confidence surged in their hearts. Their confidence in Feng Zichen was also their confidence in themselves...
In the passage, Feng Zichen let go of his speed and ran towards the fourth level. With his shadow-level strength, his movement speed was naturally extremely fast. Just like a gust of wind blowing by, Feng Zichen suddenly found a sword mark in front of his eyes, which was engraved eye-catchingly.
On the bronze wall.
"Is this sword mark just stamped? Was it left by the young man carrying the sword? There are traces of his battle here, which means..." Feng Zichen's mind was running very fast, and an answer emerged: from
Starting from here, the passage is no longer safe!
Almost as soon as he thought about this level, two extremely sharp arrows popped out of the wall and shot towards Feng Zichen.
Feng Zichen was already running fast, and two sharp arrows shot towards him, which made him quite confused. Fortunately, he was already prepared when he saw the sword marks left by the boy carrying the sword, so he didn't panic.
Something went wrong.
At the critical moment, Feng Zichen showed off his superb physical skills. The physical coordination he had trained for three years was perfectly displayed at this moment. He slightly tilted his head to avoid one arrow, but faced another powerful one.
When the arrow was shot towards his abdomen, Feng Zichen suddenly tightened his abdomen at the same time. The arrow grazed his abdominal muscles and passed through, tearing the clothes on his chest.
"Ding ding..." There were two crisp sounds, and the arrows stabbed at the bronze wall non-stop, and the powerful force nailed it to the wall.
Feng Zichen, who narrowly escaped the disaster, stopped and looked at the pitch-black arrows nailed to the bronze wall. He couldn't help but be afraid. This power was not something that ordinary crossbows could shoot, even if the magister was not watching.
It would also be embarrassing under the circumstances.
Feng Zichen stared at this long passage. There was a bright light in the distance, which should be the exit of the passage. However, this passage, which usually takes less than a minute to pass, was full of traps and dangerous in Feng Zichen's eyes.
everywhere.
Feng Zichen remembered his promise to Lin Zichen and Lin Zixuan to catch up with the sword-carrying boy and surpass him, so how could he stop here? He immediately put his hands across his chest and began to form a seal: "Shadow Clone Technique!"
After several muffled bangs, bangs, and bangs, ten more "Feng Zichen" appeared in the passage. Looking at this deep passage, they began to charge one by one, carrying out human body mine clearance.
Ten shadow clones rushed towards the passage one after another and ran towards the exit. Feng Zichen himself did not move in place, watching every move in the passage.
After rushing out a hundred meters, the ten shadow clones finally encountered a trap. Several mechanisms were exposed on both sides of the wall, and a large amount of hot flames were suddenly sprayed out. Two shadow clones were accidentally burned until they turned into smoke with a bang.
Dissipated away, while the remaining eight shadow clones quickly hid.
As they continued walking, the ground suddenly caved in, revealing rows of iron spears underneath. Although the sharp spearheads had been removed, falling down was equally tragic.
Three of the eight shadow clones were killed again, and the remaining five shadow clones were less than 300 meters away from the exit. Feng Zichen watched from a distance without moving, and once again commanded the five shadow clones to move forward to clear the way.
On the road section less than a hundred meters away from the exit, the shadow clones suffered the greatest loss. Just as they were about to reach the exit, an invisible wave passed by, and the faces of the five shadow clones suddenly changed, and they made five bang bang bang sounds.
It turned into smoke and the entire army was wiped out.
Feng Zichen closed his eyes to absorb the information and feelings sent back after the shadow clone dissipated, and murmured: "The last thing that appeared was an illusion..."
These ten shadow clones were just cannon fodder for him to explore the way. They didn't have much chakra at all, so they would dissipate when attacked. However, their sacrifice also helped Feng Zichen find a safe path.
Feng Zichen suddenly opened his eyes and rushed towards the exit of the passage. Because of his previous shadow clone experience in exploring the path, he dodged past the flames before they appeared, and the traps on the ground were naturally easier to deal with.
Running all the way, bypassing many traps, Feng Zichen rushed to the last 100 meters, and the invisible illusion swept over him. Feng Zichen ignored it, holding on to his soul with his strong mental power, and resisted directly.
As soon as he stepped out of the passage, Feng Zichen breathed a sigh of relief. These traps were not a big threat to him, but they were too annoying and were everywhere.
If it were Lin Zichen and his brother and sister, they would probably end up here in despair. After all, there was no danger in the passage before, but now there are suddenly so many traps, and they are magicians with fragile bodies, so they may not be able to cope with emergencies.
It's too late to activate magic, even if you have some defensive means, you will definitely be in a mess.
"But I have left a mark just now. The attentive Lin Zixuan will surely find it..." Feng Zichen murmured to himself.
After coming back to his senses, Feng Zichen hurriedly looked around and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the young man with a sword standing on the ring not far away. Fortunately, he had not passed the fourth level yet.
On the ring, a young man with a sword on his back was facing off against a man wearing black clothes and a copper mask. Just as he was about to start a fight, he saw Feng Zichen rushing out of the passage.
The face of the boy carrying the sword finally changed. He had just escaped from the perverted passage. In less than two minutes, this guy had passed the third level of phantom clone? It seems that he really underestimated everyone in the world.
Woolen cloth……
Thinking of this, the young man with the sword looked at Feng Zichen with a solemn look. He no longer regarded him as a passerby, but regarded him as a truly equal opponent!
Chen Lao's voice sounded again, "Congratulations on reaching the fourth level. What you have to deal with in this level is not the clones, but the students trained by our Tianxing Academy. The students' strength has reached the middle stage of the Mage. Defeat them
, or let them personally say that they will admit defeat and it will pass. I hope you can go further..."
Isn't this level just a simple clone? It's a student of Tianxing Academy, which means the difficulty has increased again. After all, no one can enter Tianxing Academy. They are all genius-level students, and they have all kinds of magic.
If you pick them up at your fingertips, you will be able to grasp the rhythm of the battle very well, so that you will not be beaten by them without knowing how to fight back.
All in all, the difficulty level increased significantly from the beginning of the fourth level. Feng Zichen watched the show with great interest as he watched the sword-carrying boy fight against the black-clad student in the ring.
The young man carrying the sword seemed to know that Feng Zichen was watching him fight, so he no longer hesitated and suddenly drew his sword and slashed at the student in black.
The golden fighting spirit envelops the extremely sharp sword energy and slashes at the black-clothed student. The black-clothed student can clearly feel that an astonishing sword energy has firmly locked onto him, preventing him from escaping.
The black-clothed student was unfazed, and with a sudden movement of his staff, he summoned three earth walls to block him. He was an earth mage!
The sword energy struck the earth wall, and the powerful power dissipated after breaking through two earth walls. The student in black seized the opportunity, raised his staff, and released a seventh-level magical earth stabbing technique!
The ground trembled, and a thorn suddenly rose up from the feet of the boy carrying the sword, and the sharp thorns hit the boy carrying the sword.
The young man carrying the sword did not panic. The sword master's cultivation gave him extremely strong skills. He jumped five or six meters backwards and avoided the thorns in the ground.
The student in black obviously grasped the timing of the battle very accurately. After releasing the ground stab, a meteorite fell from the sky and hit the boy carrying the sword.
The boy carrying the sword was obviously dissatisfied with being squeezed out of the opportunity, especially in front of Feng Zichen, so when he saw the huge meteorite hitting him, he immediately burst out with bright golden fighting spirit, and a heart-stopping sword
The meaning filled the air, making the students in black feel breathless.
"The mysterious skill of the sword, cut the heaven and the earth!" A huge golden sword energy seemed to fall from the sky, slashing straight towards the meteorite.
This time, the boy carrying the sword clearly used an extremely powerful method. The golden sword energy broke through the meteorite with a force as strong as a bamboo, and the power was still slashing towards the black-clothed students. The death-like threat made the black-clothed students understand.
Noticing the huge gap between the two, he immediately shouted helplessly: "I give up..."
The moment he shouted out the three words of surrender, a vast force came from the void, which directly wiped out the amazingly powerful golden sword energy. At the same time, Chen Lao's voice sounded at the right time: "The fourth level, passed!"
The young man carrying the sword raised his head and glanced into the void, turned around and walked off the ring. Feng Zichen looked at the young man carrying the sword in amazement and said: "Such a powerful sword energy. My name is Feng Zichen. I wonder if I can know this person?"
Brother’s name?”
The boy carrying the sword paused for a moment, looked at Feng Zichen, a trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, but he still said: "My name...Jian Wuji!!!"