However, this person, with his extremely strong strength, actually insisted on a dead dragon, which shocked Bai Ye extremely.
Only this time he remembered the words of the ancestors of the Vientiane Gate on the first few floors. Although the dead dragon is strong, it is not an invincible sword. Bai Ye didn't understand it at first, but now suddenly, it turns out that there is the nemesis of the dead dragon sword in this little illusion.
However, even though the Death Dragon Sword was restrained, Bai Ye was not afraid.
He knew that when he came here, he was not only relying on the Dead Dragon Sword, but the defeat of the Dead Dragon did not mean that he would give up.
The white night general trend dispersed again, carrying the power of the soul emperor, pressing towards the fireman.
But the Burning Man didn't move and ignored him.
He rushed forward with his sword, and the Wuya sword swept the blood, like a ferocious predator, swallowing it.
But watching the fire man raised his hand, a wall of fire quickly condensed in front of him, the sword hit the wall of fire, a violent explosion occurred, and Bai Ye was directly bounced off.
"You lost!"
The fire man burst into shape and rushed towards the white night.
Bai Ye gritted his teeth and tried his best to slam out the Death Dragon Sword in his other hand.
Wow.
The devastating sword power bloomed again.
but.
The dragon flame blood on the Burning Man seemed to be irritated, and it exploded, turning into a big mouth, swallowing that sword power, exactly the same as before.
The sword power of the dead dragon that can destroy everything is like hitting cotton, and the terrifying power immediately disappears without a trace.
Bai Ye quickly put the sword into the scabbard, and his left palm was burned again, leaving bones abound.
He clasped the Wuya sword tightly and supported his body, panting for breath. As soon as the sweat fell, it was evaporated, and his own breath of "Broken Moon Jade" also flickered.
At this moment, Bai Ye finally understood the horror of this eleventh floor.
First of all, this person cannot be defeated. Second, the challenger also has a time limit. "Broken Moon Jade" cannot always exist, and once "Bro Moon Jade" disappears, it is impossible for him to sustain the terrifying heat released by the opponent.
The eleventh floor...too difficult.
The fire man looked indifferently, and the pupil who was jumping with the flame flashed a trace of doubt. When Bai Ye was panting, he was already standing in front of Bai Ye, his hand volleyed and grabbed, a sword completely condensed from flame appeared, and reached On the shoulders of Bai Ye.
Bai Ye took a deep breath, and put the Wuya sword into the scabbard.
"I lost."
Burning man scattered the sword in his hand, held his hands behind, and turned around.
"I asked you before, you said that you cultivate your soul for yourself, then you know that it is impossible to defeat me, why continue to fight with me? If you really do it for yourself, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"
When Bai Ye heard it, he smiled faintly: "A person who can even follow the dead dragon sword, I really can't imagine the cultivation level of such an existence. Perhaps, you are the legendary emperor. You are completely different from those before. Such a master is a rare encounter. Fighting against you is an opportunity in itself. How can I miss it? Besides, you are the predecessor of the Vientiane Gate and can enter the eleventh level. I am afraid it is rare in history, so you will not Kill me easily. I did say before that I cultivated the soul for my own sake, but I did not say that I was for my own benefit, and the purpose of my soul-cultivation was for everything to me."
"all?"
"For example, my friends, relatives, lovers, colleagues, etc., these are, of course, my original intention."
He looked at the door on the other side of the sea of fire and shook his head: "Although the Dead Dragon Sword cannot defeat you, it does not mean that I cannot defeat you. If I give up because of the failure of the Dead Dragon Sword, then I have come to this day. Isn’t this step entirely due to the Dead Dragon Sword? What is the meaning of my contribution? So I need to fight, I must fight, even if I lose, I will fight, because I know that my strength is not because of the Dead Dragon Sword. It's because of my cultivation base, my heavenly soul, my state of mind, my hard work, my blood and sweat, and my principles!!!"
He said loudly, loudly.
This remark rippled in the area of the eleventh floor.
The Burning Man turned his back to him, completely silent.
There was no fear on Bai Ye's face, and the voice fell, clasped his fists, turned and left.
"Congratulations, you can enter the twelfth floor." Just as Bai Ye was about to step out of the small illusion, the fire man suddenly spoke.
Bai Ye was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at him strangely.
"I have already lost."
"I know."
"Then why do you count me as winning?"
"I didn't count you win, I just count you passed my test." Huo Ren turned around and smiled faintly.
"What does this mean?"
Confused in the white night.
"You can't defeat me, not to mention you, even the real emperor can't easily defeat me."
The fire man sat down and waved his hand. The sea of fire in front of the white night split immediately, and a broad road appeared.
Even the emperor can't easily defeat him? Is this person so powerful?
"My test is not to test your strength, but your state of mind. This last level is to test people's aspirations, how the soul-tester chooses in the face of absolute force! Whether to choose to surrender or Choose to lose? If you voluntarily surrender, you naturally lose and you need to leave the Little Unreal Realm. If it is defeated, what is the reason? If the answer is not in line with my intentions, I have to leave."
The fire man turned his head and looked at Bai Ye lightly: "But what your kid said made me quite touched. I allow you to have that opportunity! The chance of the twelfth floor is not trivial. Those who are not strong in mind will definitely not be able to pass it on, so this The first test is your will."
Bai Ye heard the sound, thoughtful.
Mind? What is the chance of the twelfth floor? Could it be said that the trials of this little illusion are all for the twelfth level of opportunity?
What is the chance of the twelfth floor?
"That's it, I was taught."
"Boy, go up."
The fire man waved.
Bai Ye took a deep breath and walked.
Halfway through, the person stopped suddenly and asked.
"Dare to ask senior...what is the realm at the moment?"
Huo Ren smiled faintly: "Go up, you will know."
Hearing the sound, Bai Ye no longer hesitated, and walked towards the gate.
......
......
Outside Tai Chi City, everyone's eyes were locked on the stone monument, and everyone's eyes could not be removed.
Ye Xun stood in front of the tombstone, breathing quickly, and he couldn't hear others talking to him.
"Apart from this red lord, who else is on top? Who is on top?"
Zhu Xiang looked anxious and asked the people on both sides anxiously.
"Master, I heard from the red lord who came out... the top... the one still above... is Grandmaster Bai!" the guard next to him said nervously.
"Master Bai? Bai... Bai Ye?" Zhu Xiang's voice trembled.
"Yes..."
The guard responded.
Zhu Yan and Zhu Tianming next to each other suddenly trembled, with disbelief on their faces.
Especially Zhu Tianming, almost fell off his horse.
"Big Brother Bai..." Zhu Yan smiled bitterly, her expression full of misery.
"Eleventh floor!! Grandmaster Bai has stepped into the eleventh floor!! Patriarch...If that didn't happen in the first place, we...we..." The steward of Zhumen next to him opened his mouth. I can't say anything about it.
Zhu Xiang knew what the old housekeeper was going to say, and he beat his chest with regret. He stared at Zhu Tianming ferociously, already very regretful in his heart.
If Zhu Tianming did not happen, with Zhu Yan, the relationship between Zhu family and Bai Ye would not be close, or at least as a friend. With the prestige currently set by Bai Ye, Zhu family would be enough to reach the top of Tai Chi City!
"Tianming!! You let the Zhu family miss a real dragon!!" Zhu Xiang said annoyed.
Zhu Tianming's face was pale and ashamed.
The surrounding big families also knew about Bai Ye and Zhu's family, and deliberately alienated them, and many people have already walked towards Du Ya, Leng Yourong and others, getting close to them.
At this moment, the imprint of the eleventh floor darkened again.
People's breathing stopped as the imprints dimmed, and they were all locked on the stone tablet.
"Should... come out, right?" someone whispered.
But no one answered him.
Before this, most people dare not draw conclusions easily.
Ye Xun's palm was clenched tightly.
Leng Yourong also stared at the tombstone, secretly squeezing sweat.
Even the champion of Vientiane Gate stopped writing at this moment. The whole figure is like a stone sculpture, staring at the stele intently, almost forgetting himself.
at last.
The mark on the twelfth floor was illuminated, and then the entire stone tablet glowed with golden light.
In an instant, the crowd shook the sky.
"Enter the twelfth floor!!"
Someone burst out.
The entire Tai Chi City was boiling.
Countless people cheered, countless people danced and danced, but more were gritted teeth, secretly guessing, countless people, countless expressions.
And outside the crowd.
"what happened?"
Fu Wuqing frowned and looked at the excited crowd around him.
"I heard that the twelfth floor of the Little Unreal Realm was opened up, and all the tests of the Little Unreal Realm passed. These people are probably happy for those who passed." Lin Zhengtian said with a smile.
"It's not that they passed, why are they so happy?" Huan Shiying hummed.
"We are not the people here. Naturally, I don’t know what the Little Unreal Land means to this Tai Chi City." Zi Xiao smiled slightly: "Well, everyone, there are many people here, plus the Little Unreal Land is about to end, the crowd should be Temporarily disperse, the place will definitely be chaotic by then, why don't we find a teahouse, sit down and have a cup of tea, wait for the Tai Chi gathering, and then look for a teacher?"
"it is good!"
Everyone nodded and agreed.
"I know there is a good teahouse."
"This time I want to taste the difference between the tea imported into the Soul Continent and our Qingge Continent."
Yinxueyue smiled slightly.
"There must be a lot of taste!" Feng Qingyu shook the folding fan and said with a smile.
The snake was leading the way, and everyone followed.
But at this moment, several men in black sword suits came over.
They have long swords on their waists, and their swords are extremely long. Even if they are 1.89 meters tall, their swords are about to be dragged to the ground. Each of these people has a cold expression and a fierce temperament, and they are directly stuck in Yinxueyue when they step. , Lin Zhengtian and others.
Upon seeing this, Prajna hurriedly hid behind Huan Shiying.
"What are you doing?" The snake frowned and quickly bowed.
"Our young master hopes to invite some ladies to have a drink, and invite some of them to come with us."
Several people said Shen.
Everyone's complexion changed slightly.
"Dare to ask Young Master Gui?" asked the snake hurriedly.
"Don't be wordy, come with us quickly, otherwise, we will be welcome."
One person shouted impatiently.
Seeing this, the souls around him hurriedly backed away, walking away quickly like a of plague.
It seems that the visitor is not good.
Feng Qingyu and Lin Zhengtian exchanged glances secretly.
But watching the snake step forward, he made a salute again, and said: "Please indicate your identity. I am from Longcheng Longjia. I come to Taiji City to be a master of Taichi. Your son has met me, and I will definitely be with you..."
But before he finished speaking, the man suddenly raised his hand and slapped the snake's face with a severe slap.
Snapped!
There was a crisp sound.
The snake backed back again and again, and his body was almost unsteady. There were five fiery red palm prints on that white little face, and blood was overflowing from the corners of his mouth.
"Sister Snake!"
"Entangling girl!"
Everyone rushed forward.
Lin Zhengtian, Zi Xiao and Feng Qingyu immediately stepped forward and drew their swords in angrily.
The swordsmen did not show weakness, and went straight out of the sword, surrounding a few people.
"Lao Tzu gives you face, are you shameless? Want me to repeat it? Follow us immediately, otherwise, Lao Tzu will abolish your heavenly soul and tie you back!!!"
The man yelled angrily, sounding like a tiger, and everyone trembled.
Could this strength be a Yang Soul Realm person?
Lin Zhengtian's heart trembled.
