Just when Chen Daoxuan was shocked.

The Taoist in white stretched out his jade-like finger and the scene around him suddenly changed.

The next moment.

He came from the palace on the rising sun to a vast and boundless temple.

Chen Daoxuan looked at it carefully.

The temple at the foot is paved with an unknown solid stone.

Raise your head, the sky is high and the clouds are clear.

Here, it seems that even the circulation of air is stagnant.

About ten feet in front of Chen Daoxuan, the Taoist in white was standing in the dojo and stood opposite him.

"This is your new trial place."

Upon hearing this, Chen Daoxuan's expression tightened and bowed and asked, "I dare to ask seniors, the last trial was the cultivator's understanding. I wonder what this new trial tested?"

Hearing this inquiry, the Taoist in white who had been in Gujing Wubo's brows slightly moved, his lips slightly raised, and he said, "Fight!"

"Fight?"

Chen Daoxuan was stunned.

Fighting or fighting is almost common for many monks who have entered the path of cultivation.

Especially the monks of the Wanxinghai.

Thanks to the war between Qianyuan Sword Sect and Xuanqing Dao Alliance, there are many opportunities for cultivators from the Wanxinghai to fight.

As long as you are not afraid of death, the monks of Wanxinghai can fight on the battlefield of Izumo Kingdom all year round.

therefore.

In terms of combat experience, whether it is a monk from Wanxinghai or a monk from Izumo Kingdom, it is extremely rich.

But Chen Daoxuan knew that the battle in the white-clothed Taoist in front of him would definitely not be that simple.

“Are you ready?”

The Taoist in white said coldly.

Chen Daoxuan took a deep breath. Although his state at this time was a consciousness body, the magical thing was that in his perception, his body at this moment was real and without any illusion.

If it weren't for the reminder of the golden scriptures, Chen Daoxuan would have even forgotten that he was in a state of consciousness at this moment.

In the qi sea of ​​Dantian.

The natal magic weapon, the third-grade lotus of creation, and the two sword intents, all exist intact.

Except for the golden scriptures in the sea of ​​consciousness that have not been copied, Chen Daoxuan’s consciousness body at this time is no different from the external real body.

"Please give me advice!"

Chen Daoxuan bowed.

After saying that.

Chen Daoxuan retreated suddenly, and then the two natural flying swords turned into streams of light and flew out, and took the white-clothed Taoist's face.

A hundred feet away.

The Taoist in white had a calm eyes, as if Chen Daoxuan's attack did not exist to him at all.

Chen Daoxuan clearly sensed that the Taoist in white in front of him had controlled his cultivation to the same level as him. If his guess was correct, the other party's sword art level would even be the same as him.

This trial seems to be the combat experience of monks.

As for combat experience, Chen Daoxuan thinks he is not weak!

The other party is so arrogant, he must...

What?

Chen Dao's pupils shrank.

far away.

Chengying Sword first turned into a starlight and headed straight for the white-clothed Taoist, but was knocked away by the opponent's right hand.

Block the flying sword by holding the fairy sword in hand?

Chen Daoxuan couldn't believe his eyes.

But immediately, he thought that the Taoist in white clothes had a physical cultivation of up to the fourth level of flesh-and-blood-derived cultivation, and the two were combined into one, and the other party could block the flying sword, which seemed normal!

Just as the other party casually slashed Chen Daoxuan's flying sword that turned into a star-like light, the Taoist in white moved.

Chen Daoxuan saw the Taoist in white clothes rushing towards him with a sword, and his face suddenly changed.

Although his body refining cultivation has reached the fourth level of flesh-and-blood derivative, he is not good at melee combat.

In other words, there are not many monks in the current world of practice who are good at melee combat.

Most monks in ancient times were good at melee combat, but with the decrease of physical training cultivators, the mainstream combat methods in the world of immortal cultivation are now long-range control magic weapons, and few monks go up and fight directly with the other party.

Obviously.

The Taoist in white caught Chen Daoxuan off guard with this move.

But he reacted very quickly. Just as the white-clothed Taoist rushed towards him, Chen Daoxuan turned into a sword light and fled quickly.

At the same time, he used his spiritual sense to control the flying sword to attack the Taoist in white to hinder the opponent's speed.

However, after being distracted, his escape speed inevitably decreased.

The two natal flying swords he used to block the Taoist in white were easily pushed away by the other party.

Immediately afterwards, the white-clothed Taoist man was shaped like a swimming fish, drilling through the gap between the attacks of the two flying swords. His flying sword did not act as a hindering enemy at all.

“So fast…”

Chen Daoxuan's pupils shrank.

The next moment, the sharp sword tip hit his neck.

The sword light incarnation brought by the sword light was not confusing the other party for even a moment.

Chen Daoxuan was not surprised by this result.

The escape technique of the body transformed into a sword light was originally only bullying those monks with weak spiritual consciousness and did not practice the secret technique of spiritual eyes.

Since the Taoist in white in front of me has the same cultivation as his, my spiritual sense is exactly the same as his.

For cultivators of this level, the sword light incarnation could not confuse the other party at all.

Seeing this scene, Chen Daoxuan said dejectedly: "I lost."

He didn't expect that this trial would no longer be to continue learning sword techniques and comprehend the sword intent, but to actually fight.

And he lost a lot.

This battle is slow and fast.

In short, except for the first time, Chen Daoxuan was the first to attack the opponent's two swords with flying swords, he was defeated in just one moment of battle.

If the Taoist in white had not kept his hand, Chen Daoxuan would have been torn to pieces by the other party's fairy sword in an instant.

This gap is no longer a little bit, but a difference between heaven and earth.

Even if the cultivation, realm, and magic weapons of both sides are the same, the combat skills and experience are very different!

So much so that he was almost instantly killed by the other party.

The Taoist in white looked at Chen Daoxuan, took back the fairy sword that was also a third-level middle-grade on Chen Daoxuan's neck, and said, "Your trial is to be killed by me within three days!"

“What…what?”

Chen Daoxuan seemed to suspect that he had heard it wrong and looked at the other person blankly.

The Taoist in white frowned slightly and repeated: "Your trial was killed by me within three days."

"But, is this different from now?"

Chen Dao looked at the fairy sword in the hand of Taoist Baiyi and said depressedly.

"Of course there is a difference. Being able to be killed by me proves that you have forced me to hold back. Now, you are still far from it."

Hearing this explanation, Chen Daoxuan felt even more depressed.

He bowed and said, "I dare to ask senior, if you are killed by me within three days, what should I do?"

Hearing this.

The corner of the white-clothed Taoist in Gujing Wubo's mouth curled up slightly and said, "Let's talk about it when you do it."

Chen Daoxuan pursed his lips and stopped talking.

The next moment.

Both sides had a tacit understanding and rushed towards each other with the fairy sword in hand.
To be continued...