In Yihongjian Gorge, the air is filled with a strange smell. It is a sharp breath, not without being restless. Humidity and dryness are mixed together, exuding the smell of sticky earth, with five colors of green, white, purple, blue and red.

The fog is shrouded, blocking the sight and narrowing the field of vision...

Walking alone in the narrow canyon, Feng Jueyu's first feeling was danger. The fog in front of him was very thick, and the sharp breath was constantly approaching. It seemed that he had discovered Feng Jueyu's existence and wanted to cut him into pieces.

.

This is just the entrance, there is no entrance into the formation.

Feng Jueyu clearly saw that there was a stone tablet with heavy traces of vicissitudes of life beside him, and the powerful characters engraved on it exuded a sharp aura.

"Yihongjian Gorge"

Standing in front of the stone monument, he was just a step away from it, but Feng Jueyu did not do so. Feeling the sharp sword energy in front of him, his expression gradually became serious.

"What a domineering sword energy." Rao is a great killer who respects the sword. He has to praise him at this moment. The sword energy in the sword gorge is completely beyond his imagination. It is a force that he has never seen before.

The powerful breath.

"Haha, he's scared."

Outside the canyon, Chen Luo's angry expression became slightly happy when he saw Feng Jueyu standing in front of the entrance of the canyon. Yihongjian Gorge is a treasured place for cultivation that he often visits. The reason why Wanyue Tiangong is called Martial Arts

The Holy Land of Learning is probably due to the existence of Yihong Sword Gorge. The sword energy there can make the masters of the Ningzhen Realm only stay for about ten breaths, because these ten breaths are enough to exhaust the energy of the average first-level Ningzhen Realm master.

Really good.

If someone who doesn't understand Yihongjian Gorge walks in hastily, there is only one possibility, and that is death.

Chen Luo vaguely remembered Wu Qingqiu's request to Dao Lingkong that day in the main hall after Feng Jueyu left. The goddess actually fell in love with this Hongtang envoy named Feng. She even asked for a fair choice of husband and made the decision for Feng Jueyu.

A promise to fight three people.

Why should he fight with us? Just with his three-legged cat kung fu and extremely weak real energy?

Boy, may you die a violent death!

Smiling conspiratorially, Chen Luo turned to look at the goddess in his heart. To his surprise, he found that Wu Qingqiu's attention was not on him, nor on the entrance to the canyon.

Wu Qingqiu, who was in a daze, was lowering his head and blushing, not knowing what he was thinking.

Wu Qingqiu had never felt like this before. The skin-to-skin contact with a man and the rubbing of her ears and temples were all the first times she had ever encountered them. When the warm air sprayed on her face, her heart jumped like a little rabbit.

Non-stop.

How did that happen?

Oops, what am I thinking about? That guy actually dares to tease this girl in front of me. This girl must make you look good.

While thinking wildly, Wu Qingqiu suddenly raised her head, looked into Chen Luo's eyes, and turned her head away with a hum.

The shy red face before and the indifference now made Chen Luo hate Feng Jueyu even more.

"He's in, hurry up and count how long it will take for him to come out." At this time, the crowd burst into shouts, and everyone began to stare at the entrance.

At the same time, Feng Jueyu also walked into the Yihong Sword Gorge. The moment he stepped in, Feng Jueyu absolutely swore that he was fully prepared, but when he walked in, a sharp and unstoppable wave came over him.

Pi's sword light suddenly came from the front. Although this sword energy could not be called powerful, it was definitely the power of the first level of Ningzhen.

"Whoosh!"

The green sword light flashed, and Feng Jueyu subconsciously wanted to step back, but he knew that he was standing on the edge of the sword gorge. If he took this step to withdraw, wouldn't it be a joke to the people outside?

Gritting his teeth, Feng Jueyu swooped in and rushed in. At the same time, the word "one" flashed through his mind...

One breath.

A sword.

The green sword light shot out close to his scalp, and the cold murderous aura of the sharp sword light made Feng Jueyu shiver all over.

What a fast sword.

He muttered, and before Feng Jueyu could react, three more sword lights flashed past from the left, front, and right, splitting into three groups to attack Feng Jueyu.

The gorgeous purple, blue and red sword light was more powerful than the previous sword energy, and it actually produced slight scratches in the space...

"Huh, I can't cure you. Do I still need to stay in Hongtu?"

With a cold snort, Feng Jueyu competed with the sword rays in the sword formation. He turned slightly to let go of the two sword rays. He flipped the Chaos Dagger with his right hand and held it in his hand. He sat on the horse, raised his body, and

The true energy surged up, and the abundant true energy refined in the morning immediately turned into a blade of light and twisted towards the sword light.

"when……"

The sword light flew in response, and Feng Jueyu's right hand was numb from the shock. Soon Feng Jueyu calculated the actual power of the sword light...

Calculated based on the amount of real energy, it would take approximately one-third of the real energy in an acupoint to block this sword...

"Amazing."

Feng Jueyu took a breath, and finally had a slight understanding of the previous evaluations of the people outside. No wonder they set a time for how many breaths they could take. It turned out that the sword energy here was so powerful.

And from the looks of it, this sword energy seems to have the characteristics of a main attack, and the second is that it is hard to defend against. The key is not to give people any time to breathe...

"Hmph, I have 418 acupoints and my true energy is unrivaled. I'm afraid you won't be able to do it."

Understanding the power of the formation, Feng Jueyu shouted angrily and rushed into the canyon, the chaos dagger in his hand flying like a dance, as fast as lightning.

Under adversity, one can best develop the changes and power of his moves. This is like two masters fighting to the death. Although the shackles of realm determine the difference between strength and weakness, in order to survive, one's own potential also accounts for a large part.

part of the proportion.

Now Feng Jueyu is beginning to like places like Yihong Sword Gorge, because here, he can vent his endless true energy, squeeze his true energy reserves to the extreme, and hone his martial arts skills crazily.

, there is no need to worry about being sneak-attacked, because no one here will waste energy on sneak-attacking you, unless they want to die with you.

"Come on, let's see how long I can last."

Executing it at lightning speed, the chaos dagger in Feng Jueyu's hand fluttered and danced like a butterfly. The sword light was pulled out by him and hit the axe-like canyon, leaving clear sword marks.

While Feng Jueyu was dancing his sword to his heart's content, deeper in the canyon, a pair of eyes were staring at him closely.

"Huh? Who is this person?"

Not far from Feng Jueyu, a young man with short black hair in well-dressed clothes made a confused voice. This man was strong and mighty, but his appearance was elegant and graceful. He was like a dragon among men. On his forehead

Covered with sweat, the long sword in his hand kept swinging, swinging away the sword light that seemed to be attacking Feng Jueyu.

The difference from Feng Jueyu is that this person's movements appear to be more relaxed. He often pulls out at will without looking back, and the sword light coming from behind will fly away from behind.

He casually picked the tip of the sword, and the black-haired young man raised his sword finger and placed it on his chest. His true energy suddenly came out, and with a buzzing sound he pushed away all the dozens of sword rays that came towards him. Immediately, he stood firmly in the air.

In mid-air, he held the long sword behind his back with his right hand. Standing like this, Zhen Qi Wai Gang forced all sword radiances half a meter away from his body, and he was so calm that he didn't need to make a move.

The black-haired young man looked ahead carefully, his eyes constantly changing, from doubt to surprise to surprise and finally shock. The short time was extremely exciting.

"When did such a master appear in the Heavenly Palace? His short blade seems to have no rules, but it strikes first and comes just right. Well, with the third level of Ningzhen cultivation, he actually stayed here for eighty breaths. Could it be?

Descendants of the Zhao family and the Chen family?"

The young man murmured and became more energetic. He no longer bothered to pay attention to the sword light, because he found that watching the kid opposite him break into the formation was more interesting than practicing on his own.

"One hundred breaths?" The young man's eyes suddenly lit up: "The third level of Ningzhen insists on one hundred breaths. This is already the limit. Why don't you go out?"

"One hundred and twenty breaths." The young man counted silently, his pupils constantly dilating.

"Still not going out?"

"One hundred and thirty breaths? It's scary. It doesn't seem like this person deliberately suppressed the cultivation realm. Why..."

"One hundred and forty breaths? Is it over yet?"

…

Just as the young man with short black hair looked at Feng Jueyu rushing into the formation in shock, there was an unprecedented silence outside the Yihong Canyon.

A pair of eyes showing astonishment were locked tightly at the entrance of the canyon, and whispers were heard in an orderly manner, almost to the same rhythm.

"One hundred forty-five……"

"one hundred fifty……"

"One hundred sixty……"

"He hasn't come out yet? He won't die in there, right?"

Witnessing Feng Jueyu walking into Yihong Sword Gorge, the disciples of Wanyue Tiangong who knew something about his cultivation were all paying attention to the time Feng Jueyu stayed in the sword formation. When they discovered that Feng Jueyu had been in the sword formation for more than a month.

Before the one hundred and sixty breaths came out, everyone suddenly had a thought: that arrogant guy must have died inside.

As disciples of Wanyue Tiangong, they know Yihong Sword Gorge very well. Masters of the third level of Ningzhen must stay in there for a hundred breaths at most before coming out, otherwise they will never live to see the sun the next morning.

Wu Qingqiu panicked. He didn't expect Feng Jueyu to be so helpless. He was dead?

"Oh, our grand plan is unfortunate..." Chen Luo smiled, but before he could finish speaking, suddenly, a thick yellow halo lit up at the entrance of the Sword Canyon, and along with this light, three sword lights appeared

Shooting out from the face of time.

The formation is laid out according to the layout of the formation. Normally, the sword energy will not leave the mouth of the valley, unless someone deliberately pulls out the sword energy.

This also means...

"That guy is not dead?"

The exclamation suddenly sounded, as if to verify people's guesses. When the voice fell, a figure shot out from the canyon.

"Damn, I can't hold it anymore, what the hell is this place?"

"Feng...Feng Jueyu?"

Outside the mouth of the valley, Wu Qingqiu and Chen Luo froze at the same time...

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