Peak Ancestor

As time passed, the first round of tests ended.

Dozens of warriors who were in the realm of emperor refining at the peak of the ninth level performed abnormally and were hit by white light and shadow.

Immediately, they were teleported out of the Palace of Refinement.

......

"Well, the strength of a warrior who is half-step in the realm of cultivating a nobleman,"

Qin Fan's face was solemn, and the white light and shadow in front of him was not too strong.

However, it is much stronger than the previous first round, only the second round has such strength.

Then, the third round, the fourth round and even the later test will undoubtedly be more difficult.

Of course, if you want to break through someone whose strength is comparable to yours, you will not only rely on your personal strength, but you must surpass the opponent in terms of fighting skills.

At this time, the white light and shadow rushed again, and Qin Fan swung his sword to attack.

"Pfft,"

Then, there was a sound of puffing, and the head of the white light and shadow flew out, turning into a smear of white light and throwing it into the crystal ball.

As time passed, the second round of trials was over, and the number of warriors who failed in the realm of refining the emperor multiplied. In the first round, there were dozens of people, and in this round, there were hundreds of people.

Immediately afterwards, the third round of tests began.

This time, the strength of the white light and shadow has reached the cultivation level of a martial artist in the realm of master refinement, which can suppress the strength, and has the strength to instantly kill a warrior of the same level.

Moreover, they can easily kill each other, Qin Fan felt the difference.

Because, every time one's own attack falls on the opponent, the wonderful shock will be transmitted to oneself.

Moreover, as the shock became more and more obvious, he realized that there was an extremely pure power of heaven and earth integrated into his body in the shock to help him improve his cultivation.

It can be said that every battle is actually progressing.

The longer you persist, the greater your progress will be. In the later stage, you may be able to step into the cultivation base of a martial artist who is half-step into the realm of reverence in one fell swoop.

"Huh," Qin Fan figured this out, and let out a breath of foul air slowly.

Qin Fan thought to himself: "Finally I understand that the Liansheng Mansion is not only a test, but also an opportunity. It depends on whether you can grasp it."

However, the third round of test was not difficult for Qin Fan, but it was extremely difficult for others.

At this time, in the nth enclosed space, the little devil Han Aoyu was panting heavily.

Because, the strength of the white light and shadow in front of him is a line higher than that of the little devil Han Aoyu, and it is almost impossible to defeat him with his own strength.

What to do, could it be that he was eliminated like this.

"No, since it's a test, there must be a way to pass it," Little Demon King Han Aoyu struggled in his heart.

boom.

At this time, without giving the little devil Han Aoyu much time to think, the white light and shadow punched out.

Immediately, the majestic fist strength was like a mountain, like a river, fierce and surging.

"Sky Underworld Fist,"

At this time, Han Aoyu tried his best to use Tianming Fist to the limit, and combined it into a special defensive skill to protect himself.

"Boom," the yellow stone tablet couldn't hold up even in the blink of an eye two or three times, and collapsed suddenly.

Immediately afterwards, the little devil Han Aoyu rolled out in embarrassment, avoiding the terrifying punch of the white light and shadow, the blood in his body was boiling, and there were stars in his eyes.

Suddenly, a thought floated in the mind of the little devil Han Aoyu: "By the way, if you practice Tianming Fist to the peak, maybe you can defeat him,"

At this time, Han Aoyu saw the white light and shadow attacking again, he did not retreat, did not give in, Tianming Fist was pushed to the limit, and he greeted him with two punches in a row.

At this moment, many people's third round has not yet ended, but Qin Fan's fourth round has begun.

In the fourth round, the strength of the white light and shadow that Qin Fan fought was impressively suppressed to a warrior whose strength had been suppressed to the realm of the first level of peak alchemy.

At this time, the fluctuation of the mighty power of refining one could feel it from a long distance away, and the air immediately rippled like water.

"Oh, come on,"

After all, Qin Fan had killed Xiao Qing and fought Qing Hao, so he wouldn't be afraid of him.

At this moment, Qin Fan held the dragon-slaying sword in his right hand, and the ancient sword intent was ready to be released, and blood-colored sword glows continued to attack.

"call out,"

Abruptly, the white light and shadow disappeared on the spot, and when it reappeared, it was already above Qin Fan, and he slashed straight down with his sword.

The majestic sword pressed down like a mountain, like a river, piercing through the void, directly attacking Qin Fan below, and the offensive was unexpectedly fierce and domineering.

Qin Fan was slightly surprised, and raised his sword horizontally.

Immediately, the floor under Qin Fan's feet sank a lot, and the dark cracks spread out like spider webs.

"Taixu Shenkong Fist,"

Qin Fan put his tongue against his teeth, shouted loudly, clenched his fist with his left hand, and punched out.

Moreover, without even thinking about it, the white light and shadow greeted him with a punch.

"boom,"

Qin Fan's feet sank for more than half a foot, and the white light and shadow flew upside down by the punch, and a slight crack appeared on his left arm.

Seeing this, Qin Fan said happily: "Sure enough, the defense of this white light and shadow is not as good as mine,"

Immediately, Qin Fan jumped out of the pit, swung a huge blood-colored sword light and chased after the white light and shadow, intending to kill the opponent completely with one blow.

After all, the white light and shadow is a martial artist who is at the peak of the realm of reverence, twisting his body in mid-air, avoiding the blood-colored sword glow dangerously.

Then, the white light and shadow also cast a huge white sword light towards Qin Fan in a strange posture.

chirp chirp......

At this time, the void was torn open like a piece of cloth, and the attack of the white sword light seemed to be on top of Qin Fan.

"The Annihilation Void,"

Immediately afterwards, the blood-colored sword glow containing the ancient sword intent rose straight up, twisting the void, forming a giant tornado hurricane.

Youdi smashed the white sword light with one blow, and then swept away towards the white light and shadow rumblingly, sharp sword lights shot out from it continuously, shining brightly.

"Crack clap..."

At this time, the closed space has mysterious power, and it is repairing the traces of the previous battle.

Although it repaired quickly, it was not as fast as Qin Fan's destruction.

At this time, there were tens of hundreds of sword marks on the ground and walls in an instant, and each sword mark revealed a fierce aura.

However, the white light and shadow were also dancing wildly with their swords, laying layers of sword curtains in front of them, firmly blocking the tornado hurricane and the bloody sword glow, and pushing back step by step.

Bang.

At this time, the back of the white light and shadow pressed against the wall, and there was no way to retreat. The white light on his body flickered rapidly, and he attacked with a sword.

As soon as the white sword light came out, the sound of dragons roared everywhere, and the amazing sword pressed down to hold the void, smashing the raging tornado and hurricane with an invincible artistic conception.

"Well, aren't you dead yet?"

"Moving Heaven Swordsmanship, Five Swords: Moving Sky,"

At this time, the remaining tornado and hurricane flowed up, and Qin Fan appeared there at some point, his clothes fluttering, and he struck down with a sword.

"Clang clang..."

Immediately, there was a sudden clanging sound.

Suddenly, I saw sparks splashing in all directions, and the white light and shadow held up the sword to block the sword light, and was suppressed until it buzzed.

Just as Qin Fan's soles landed on the ground, a wonderful shocking force was in his body,