Chapter 139: Hundreds of swords ladder

"Fu Shijie thank you, thank you for helping me to deal with them, as a thank you, this product is sent to you."
Everyone fled, and Ye Chenfeng took a sigh of relief and looked at Fu Youyue, who was dressed in black, cold and moving, whispered.
"Ye Shidi, have you ever thought about the consequences of killing Youshan? If you let the people outside know that they are dead in your hands, they will not let you go." Fu Youyue did not The morning breeze was polite, and the black sword was received, but her delicate face showed a hint of worry, whispered.
"I naturally know the consequences of killing them, but have you ever thought about it, even if I have let go of the mountains, with his character, I will not give up, so kill them, the result is the same. Ye Haofeng said slowly.
"Hey, then how are you going to cope with the crisis outside? The three elders are high-level celestial masters." Fu Youyue sighed softly and saw the talent of Ye Chenfeng. She really didn't want to. Ye Chenfeng fell early.
"Reassured, my sister, my life is hard, I won't die so early." Ye Chenfeng said with a faint smile.
Under the threat of the three masters, he is prepared to take a desperate attempt to accept the inner court assessment and make a final stroke.
"Hey!"
A shrill sword rang, and Ye Chenfeng waved a sword. The sharp sword mans broke the white light group and got the giant axe.
"Well, what happened?"
At the moment when the third light group disappeared, the empty stone temple suddenly surged, and the endless power gathered together. In the center of the stone temple, it was a black vortex.
"The black whirlpool is the gateway to the inner temple."
Looking at the black whirlpool not far away, Ye Chenfeng and Fu Youyue immediately rushed over and stood under the black vortex, feeling a magnificent force pouring out in the whirlpool.
"Ye Shidi, be careful."
Fu Youyue snorted softly, and Miao Man’s body swept up like a sword, blending with the knife and rushing to the black vortex.
"Rumble!"
Fu Youyue touched the black whirlpool moment, and there was endless energy in the whirlpool. It was like a river rushing back. The heavy bombardment on Fu Youyue’s body smashed the sword’s double heaven and bombarded her from the air. ground.
"Fu Shijie!"
Looking at the mouth and squirting blood, Fu Youyue, who fell from the air, Ye Chenfeng’s toes tipped slightly, turned into a residual image, and grabbed her hot body before she fell to the ground.
"Fu Shijie, you are alright."
Ye Chenfeng looked at Fu Yuyue, whose face was pale and his mouth was bleeding. He asked about it.
"I'm fine."
Fu Youyue broke away from the arms of Ye Chenfeng and shook his head and said.
"Fu Shijie, this is also a great axe for you, waiting for you to leave the real spirit, give this giant axe to the martyr, and then push all the blame on me, so you don't There will be things."
Ye Chenfeng knows well that he accepted the inner hall to assess his death for nine lives. He did not want Fu Youyue to be implicated by himself. He took the precious giant axe out of the Qiankun bag and gave it to Fu Youyue.
"Ye Shidi, you..."
Touching Ye Chenfeng’s decisive eyes, Fu Youyue pre-feeled something. As she spoke, Ye Chenfeng’s body ran straight into the sky, easily penetrated the black vortex and disappeared into the empty stone temple.
After about half a fragrant time, the black light in front of Ye Chenfeng disappeared. He found himself in an ancient temple. The top of the temple was like a starry sky. The stars were dotted on one side of the huge temple wall. Ancient totem picture.
The center of the temple is covered with a layer of white ladders. The steps are strewn with white skeletons that do not know how long they died.
On the side of the ladder, there are one hundred and eight sharp swords, three meters high stone sword, straight thorns.
The ladder, standing with a human figure wearing golden armor, black boots, one-handed sword, and closed eyes.
Although this statue has no breath, but Ye Chenfeng saw his first sight, but he felt the trembling of the soul, as if he was a world, just standing alone, it gave people a kind of jealousy. a feeling of.
"You are here."
When Ye Chenfeng looked at this golden armor statue far away, an old, thick voice suddenly sounded. The golden armor statue seemed to have life. Suddenly opened his eyes and a powerful force awakened in the statue. .
"Predecessors, are you the guardian of the inner temple assessment?" Ye Chenfeng bowed at the statue of the gold armor and asked in awe.
"Yes, I am the guardian of the inner hall, the junior, you are assessed by the sword monument, and you are qualified to accept the inner hall assessment. Are you ready?" The statue of the gold armor shines like a star. Looking down at Ye Chenfeng, the voice was thick and asked.
"The younger generation is ready." Ye Chenfeng nodded and said with a firm tone.
"Okay, before accepting the assessment of the inner temple, you must first pass through the ladder of swords and accept the ladder of the sword. If you can't cross the ladder of the sword and see me, then you will be like them." Destiny, eternal death here."
"And, there is only one hour (two hours) when you cross the ladder of the hundred swords. When the time is up, you will fail the assessment and you will also die." The statue of Jinjia said without a trace of emotion.
"Can the juniors start?"
Ye Chenfeng has no retreat. If he can't pass the inner hall assessment and get the inheritance of the true spirit, then when he leaves the real spirit, he will be besieged on the spot by three masters, so accepting the inner hall is his only assessment. Opportunity.
"Yes, good luck."
After finishing, the sharp scorpion of the gold armor statue lost its brilliance and there was no movement.
"Call!"
Ye Chenfeng took a deep breath and silently operated the six-pulse gods, raising the physical strength to the peak and embarking on the first layer of white jade ladder.
The next moment, he felt that there were endless swords in the hundred and eight stone swords, covering the whole void. The terrible sword was like a sword, and it broke into his body, giving him a kind of The feeling of hepatic gallbladder.
But after only three breaths, his face was pale, and there was no Ye Chenfeng who took the second step toward the horrible sword and took the second step.
"It's not bad. This teenager really has a firm and unyielding heart. The three breaths dispel the fear of Wan Jian wearing the heart, which is much stronger than the original ones."
When Ye Chenfeng climbed the ladder of the hundred swords, a man with a similar resemblance to the statue of the golden armor emerged as a statue, floating in the air, and the scorpion deep in the sea revealed the desired color.
And beside him, there is still a light, this blood color is the spirit of the leaves to send the morning wind into the inner hall.
"The real spirit, you said that he has the opportunity to pass the inner temple assessment, become the inheritance of my spiritual family?" said the spirit of the spirit respectfully.
"If you want to pass the inner hall assessment, it is not enough to have a firm and unyielding heart. He also needs to have the talent of Superman, absolute power, amazing understanding and air transportation. Otherwise, he will not be able to pass the inner hall assessment. Become the person of my spiritual heritage."
"Everything is waiting for him to pass the test of the hundred swords ladder." The spirit said slowly.
On the occasion of the true spirit and the spirit of the inscription, a stunning sword mans shot in the first stone sword, carrying an amazing sword, a sword slammed into the second layer of white jade ladder Ye Chen wind.