In the battle with Nie Ren before him, there is no doubt that Wang Chen has used all his cards.
No reservations whatsoever.
But this does not mean that the Six Paths Sword only has this power.
The so-called inheritance is a systematic set of techniques.
But without cultivation, the sword techniques contained in the inheritance cannot be used.
Wang Chen, who had already had his first glimpse of the true meaning of swordsmanship, had simulated the results of forcibly operating powerful sword techniques countless times.
Whether the sword technique can be activated or not is not certain.
But he will inevitably perish because of the forced operation of high-level sword techniques!
Even at this moment, he has fallen into an unprecedented desperate situation, and Nie Ren is like a deadly mountain that cannot be climbed here and now.
Even his swordsmanship has reached its peak.
Wang Chen didn't think he could control that sword technique either.
"I want to give it a try."
"What kind of sword art can be called the Forbidden Sword Art?"
Wang Chen stared at Nie Ren closely and said coldly. At this moment, there was no fear in his heart, only a feeling of indifference.
Even if you die, you will die.
For a moment, this sacred color illuminated the entire desert.
Whoosh!
A strong wind suddenly rose, and Nie Ren suddenly raised his head to look at the sky. The strong wind blew away the messy hair hanging from his forehead.
His eyes were red, staring intently at the golden sky, his eyes filled with uncertainty.
"Even if you invite all the gods and Buddhas in the sky, they can't save you!" He looked sternly and shouted crazily.
The cultivation of the eighth nirvana suddenly exploded, murderous aura rose into the sky, and turned into a ferocious demonic shadow. A bloody sword light suddenly fell down. In the saber aura, it seemed that a ghost general was leading a ghost army and thousands of horses to rush down.
Unparalleled sharpness, murderous intent, killing gods and Buddhas!
In the sky, all the saints and Buddhas seemed to sense the evil spirit, and they all raised their swords to cleanse the world of evil spirits!
The terrifying sword skills are gathering, and the dark clouds in the sky are instantly turning golden and endless.
The hurricane swept up patches of soaked sand.
The sword energy annihilated everything that took shape.
Wang Chen raised his head, and countless dazzling golden lights fell like rain in his eyes!
He suddenly realized.
This is a special kind of sword energy, which brings a terrifying aura of destruction. If it is stabbed even a little, it will become a wound that will be difficult to heal for life!
crackle.
Under the shroud of sword energy, the Qionghua Sect's unknown formation that existed for thousands of years was like dry and cracked earth, with countless cracks appearing.
So far.
As a cold voice sounded, the blood-red sword light suddenly dissipated.
Nie Ren shouted: "No, let me kill him! It's been ten thousand years. I haven't killed anyone in ten thousand years."
"No!"
He struggled, but was slowly swallowed by nothingness.
Phew~
Just like a gust of cool breeze, the golden light all over the sky dissipated at the same time.
"The power of this large formation can actually prevent the activation of the sword technique?" Wang Chen's consciousness was in a trance.
Before the Forbidden Sword Technique was completed, his true power was almost exhausted.
Even if the sword technique is activated, the best possibility is that they will both die together.
"After calculation, the current state of the formation cannot withstand the destructive power of your sword art. Although there is a 99% chance that you will die during the condensation process of the sword art, the formation cannot take risks. This battle is yours."
Victory." Shi Mei appeared on the field, his voice not wavering at all.
"Do you think I won?" Wang Chen didn't believe that with the strength shown by Nie Ren, even if the opponent did not have a peerless sword art like the Forbidden Sword Art, he would not necessarily be wiped out in the Forbidden Sword Art. After all, both sides practiced
That's a full three levels difference.
"You are the only person in the past thirteen thousand years who has passed the third trial. This time, you have six hours to repair before entering the final trial." Shi Mei said again.
The final trial...
For some reason, Wang Chen was not happy at all about passing the third trial.
The difficulty of this true-level trial has soared to the sky in one step.
From being effortless in the first level, to evenly matched in the second level, to being severely suppressed in the third level.
Nie Ren is too strong, but he only exists in the third level.
Not to mention this so-called final trial, no one has seen it for many years.
I have been forced to a dead end, and now is not the time to waver, otherwise I will die.
Because Shi Mei was offline, Wang Chen didn't hear half of a sentence, so he felt extremely resentful towards the Qionghua Sect.
In the final trial, there were six hours of breath adjustment time, which was enough to restore him to his best condition. However, Wang Chen was still worried about not killing Nie Ren and gaining his spiritual power.
This means that he cannot advance to the fifth level of nirvana during the final trial to narrow the gap with the trial target.
Outside the trial formation, five hours have passed.
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"Why doesn't Captain Jiang come out?" Jiang Tianxiong's patience has reached its limit. You must know that the trial they just went through only lasted three hours.
Especially when he saw Du Zida and the other four people who were obediently staying in a corner, sitting cross-legged on the ground and constantly talking about the spiritual power training in the formation, he felt even more anxious.
He didn't have the leisure to wait here stupidly. After going out, he heard his colleagues proudly tell how many benefits he had gained from the Immortal Sect.
"hehe."
This hehe made Jiang Tianxiong feel nervous.
"Fortunately, you are still majoring in ice magic, Captain Jiang. Didn't your master tell you that the world can be impetuous, but people's hearts cannot be impetuous?" He Jin said with a smile.
"Look, these are my team members, I'm proud of them."
Jiang Tianxiong looked at the group of members of He Jin's team who were sitting here and there breathing out their spiritual energy. His breathing suddenly became thick and rapid, like a cow seeing red cloth.
Especially the young team members who were sitting upright on the ground to rest and breathe out. When He Jin praised them, their faces suddenly straightened and their expressions became solemn and serious.
He Jin smiled, calmly, like an eminent monk: "Can you be like me, like my team, sit down and practice quietly? What about five hours, what about five days and five years?"
"As the saying goes, spiritual practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. In just five hours, Captain Jiang, you and your team members have already traveled a long way. Do you still want to sit back and watch the time, like water, reflecting our outstanding figures?"
"He Jin! Only a guy like you who failed the test can be so calm and stop talking sarcastically. If you had passed the test, you would have jumped up a long time ago. As soon as the formation started, I will look at you.
This loser's back was kicked out." Jiang Tianxiong almost burst out of anger.
"Also, your team members were snoring just now. What kind of practice is this?" He was furious, and his fingers were trembling as he pointed at the team members who had just fallen asleep.
"Oh, my team members are used to practicing in their dreams."
He Jin was smiling, feeling extremely happy despite Jiang Tianxiong's rage.
"You!" Jiang Tianxiong wanted to take action.
"This is indeed something unusual." He Jin's team member suddenly frowned.
These words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Because it was this team member who just told the story that Tang Yu had experienced a real trial.
"I remember that Tang Yu didn't stay in the real trial for more than four hours, and I heard that he only passed two levels, failed the third level, and was seriously injured when he was teleported out.
It was a fatal wound. The people of the Qinglong Army never thought that he would be injured like that. "
He Jin was stunned for a moment, and even Jiang Tianxiong found it incredible. Even if he was not under the same young master, the name of Tang Yu, who could compete for the title of the number one genius in the Northern Territory, was already well known.
How could such a terrifying person be seriously injured in a trial?
Moreover, Tang Yu only entered the trial for four hours, but Jiang Yu entered it for more than six hours.
Tang Yu's serious injury means that he may die when entering this real trial.
The atmosphere was inexplicably heavy, and Jiang Tianxiong looked at the two ancient immortal texts on the top of the stone tablet with lingering fear.
Although he didn't know the ancient immortal text, he understood that those two characters were Jiang Yu.
"Is it possible that he is stalling for time in the trial? But the longer the time drags on, the lower the evaluation will be, and he may even be forced into a dead end and unable to turn over."
Jiang Tianxiong's inner thoughts are a true reflection of most people's inner thoughts.
The logic is very simple. Jiang Yu is far inferior to Tang Yu. Even Tang Yu was seriously injured within four hours. If Jiang Yu did not die, there is only one possibility: