Ling Yunpo woke up quietly and found that there were no wounds on his chest.
"Ah, Lord Sword Master is awake." Lei Sword fell from the sky and landed next to him and said, "Just now, Your Majesty Qingping was arguing with His Highness Jing."
Ling Yun was silent for a moment, decided to ignore its strange names for Qingping Sword and Kunlun Mirror, and asked:
"How long have I been unconscious?"
"Soon, about a quarter of an hour or so."
Just when Lei Shangjian was about to flatter him, he saw Qingping Sword flying from a distance, also stopping in front of him, and said with a smile:
"You're awake, Lord Sword Master."
"Where is here?" Ling Yunpo looked around and found that he did not seem to be in the previous Tongtian Pavilion, but in some kind of dungeon.
It is no longer surrounded by light-transmitting wooden window lattice, but airtight stone walls, which converge at the top to form a slightly pointed roof.
There was a thin layer of water on the ground, which probably reached the upper edge of the soles of the boots. In addition, the back of my robe was completely soaked, probably from lying on the ground just now.
And the worst part is, there is no way to get out of here.
"I don't know." Qing Pingjian replied, "After you were defeated, you were immediately teleported here. Before that, Yaoyao didn't give any hint."
"I have said many times that I cannot keep an eye on every possible future for him." Kunlun Jing said helplessly, "Unless he encounters an unavoidable fate of death... But he is not dead!"
"'Trapped' is also a type of 'not dead'." Qing Pingjian said with a sneer, "If the sword master and I are trapped in a secret realm forever, there is no way you can predict it in advance, right?"
"I'm not omnipotent!" Kunlun Jing said angrily, "Besides, he failed in the sword competition just now, wasn't it because you didn't give him a hint?"
"The opponent has resorted to dirty tricks like turning two swords into three swords. It's impossible to beat him. What's the point of not giving him a hint?" Qing Pingjian retorted.
"Okay, okay! Stop arguing!" Ling Yunpo interrupted the quarrel between mirror and sword, "There is no point in holding anyone responsible! Anyway, I will be the victim in the end... How should we deal with this dilemma now?
"
"Based on the space fluctuations, you should be in another space in Bai Yujing's secret realm." Kunlun Mirror comforted him, "Maybe it triggered a restriction similar to a failed trial."
"No." Qing Pingjian corrected, "This restriction has been triggered since you entered the attic."
"Don't forget, the guy you are facing is much stronger than the guy your senior sister is facing!"
"It's hard not to admit this." Ling Yunpo said with a sullen face and angrily, "So why on earth is this bullshit Bai Yujing Secret Realm targeting me like this?"
Kunlun Mirror and Qingping Sword both started thinking about it.
"Is there a possibility?" Qing Pingjian guessed, "It's because you are weaker than your senior sister..."
"No, next one." Ling Yunpo interrupted and said decisively.
"I personally think it's just the opposite." Kunlun Mirror analyzed and said, "At present, it seems that the secret realm here is to provide swordsmanship trials, so any adjustments and changes to the difficulty of the trials cannot be divorced from the strength of the trialists themselves.
"
"The reason why your opponent is stronger than Senior Sister An is because the secret realm's judgment of your strength is much higher than that of your Senior Sister?"
"That makes some sense." Ling Yun said out of confusion, "But in terms of swordsmanship alone, I'm not far better than my senior sister."
"Swordsmanship is certainly a criterion, but the rank of the sword itself is not easy to ignore." Kunlun Jing said.
"You might as well just tell me my name." Qing Pingjian said angrily.
"I didn't say that." Kunlun Jing replied with a chuckle.
Huh? Ling Yunpo heard the implication of A Jing's words, saying that this secret realm is so targeted at him, maybe it has something to do with Qingping Sword?
He walked around again and found that there was indeed no passage on the wall.
Unwilling to give up, Ling Yunpo took the Qingping Sword and knocked here and there, and finally found that the echo of a certain wall was different - it seemed to be hollow at the back.
So he sneered, retreated to a distance, recited the law and said:
"Resounding in the three realms, Taiyi Divine Thunder breaks!"
A colorless and transparent thunder light was thrown from his hand. It was the Taiyi thunder that could "move mountains and fill seas". It hit the opposite wall directly. Smoke and dust immediately flew everywhere, bricks and stones flew everywhere, and the whole building was shaking crazily.
When all the dust settled, Ling Yunpo saw that the opposite wall had almost completely disappeared, revealing the passage behind it.
Carefully entering the passage, he looked around carefully and suddenly heard the female voice from before saying:
"Shu Mountain Ling Yun Po, possessing the natural sword bone aptitude, hereby starts the 'Fujue Mountain' special trial."
Ling Yunpo:………………
It's a shame that the ban discovered my peerless talent and threw me here alone!
After confirming that it was not maliciously targeting him, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In any case, since this is also a trial and not a trap, I will just go ahead and explore it.
Ling Yunpo walked straight through the corridor and entered the second sealed room, when he saw a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.
Compared with the previous mist figure, the figure here is obviously more solid. You can already see the other person's appearance and facial features clearly. He is a slender old man with thin cheeks. He is wearing a linen robe, a high crown and an iron hairpin, and his beard and hair are all gray.
With a serious expression, he said coldly:
"I am a poor Taoist, Zhu Ling, but I still ask the Sword Master to teach me."
He bowed and bowed, and Ling Yunpo quickly returned the salute:
"Please enlighten me."
The two of them bowed to each other, then activated the fairy swords in their palms, and suddenly collided with each other in the air!
…
Outside Fujue Mountain, among the five cities, An Zhisu's pupils suddenly narrowed when he saw Ling Yunpo being stabbed in the chest by a long sword and suddenly disappearing from the place.
She stood there for a moment, then raised her hand suddenly, and the Feiyan Sword struck the light curtain in front with all its strength.
I was shocked back.
Obviously, every pavilion is a trial. Those who have already passed the trial are not allowed to set foot in it again.
But, why would junior brother...
Forcibly calming down, An Zhisu felt that his blood flow seemed to be frozen into ice, and all the thoughts in his heart sank. There was no longer any emotion, only pure reason remained.
First of all, judging from the mechanics of most secret realms, if the trialist is really killed, the body will usually not be teleported away on the spot, which would be unnecessary.
Secondly, there is a high probability that the secret realm here is a trial type, that is, it is set up to train the abilities of the testers. Therefore, monks who fail the trial will most likely be teleported out of the secret realm instead of being killed.
It's very simple to verify, just pass all the levels and finally get out and you'll know!
Thinking of this, An Zhisu immediately turned around and walked forward without looking back.
Passing through the suspended corridor again, she soon arrived at the second pavilion, and only heard a female voice say:
"Shushan An Zhisu, challenge the second floor of Bai Yujing. Based on the cultivation level, sword enemies will be generated."
Before the mist in front condensed into a human form, An Zhisu rushed in front of him with his sword at high speed, holding the flying smoke sword in his hand with blazing flames and brilliant brilliance, and slashed down towards the front like the top of a mountain!
The mist figure only had time to pull out its long sword and hastily block upwards. The cold sword under An Zhisu's feet suddenly bounced up and pierced its chest directly.
Countless ice crystal particles froze the mist. An Zhisu grabbed the hilt of the cold sword with his backhand, pulled it to the side, and cut the human figure cleanly into two pieces!
Please remember the first domain name of this book: ._