If the black monk did not hide, not only would the scimitar cut off his head, even the strong monk would be affected, and would be seriously injured if he did not die.
This is what the thin monk is thinking at this time.
Before the start, he used the secret method to secretly throw his shadow into the shadow of the strong monk. At important moments, the shadow will instantly control the actions of the strong monk. Although it will not last long, but It's enough.
"You are dying."
Although the black-clothed monk hadn't noticed all these, but with this method alone, he could not be trapped at all. Or in other words, he was caught deliberately.
"The person should be you."
The strong monk sneered, he hadn't noticed the danger.
The scimitar was getting closer, and the black-clothed monk gave up struggling. At this point, he couldn't break free.
"Heh, knowing that you can't break free, are you giving up?"
The skinny monk sneered, puns.
Puff
The black-clothed monk's head was directly cut off, but the scimitar's power remained undiminished, and it continued to hack towards the strong monk's neck.
"what?!!"
The strong monk's pupils shrank, and although he had seen the scimitar slashing at him, he was too late to prepare for defense.
There was another thumping sound, and the head of the strong monk fell heavily to the ground, and a large amount of golden blood continuously spouted from the neck of the strong monk, like a fountain.
Boom!
Lost his head, the corpse fell to the ground. The strong monk's head had his eyelids wide open, his mouth was open, and he couldn't make a sound, but from the shape of his mouth, he could see how angry he was at this time.
At this moment, the soul of the strong monk emerged from the body, but because the body was fatally wounded, his soul is very transparent at this time, and there is no need for gods, even the monks in the human fairyland can wipe out the soul of the strong monks. .
If it is in normal times, there is nothing wrong with the soul going out of the body, but now it may fall at any time.
"dead!"
With a cruel heart, the thin monk pinched the magic trick and blasted the broken soul of the strong monk.
"Do not!"
The strong monk whose soul was severely wounded was not an opponent of the thin monk at all. It was just a move, and he was wiped out in smoke.
call!
The thin monk took a long breath. At this time, the black monk and the strong monk on the field were beheaded by him, and he was the winner.
"Senior, I won, so I can move on to the next level."
However, the old man did not speak, but pointed to the back of the thin monk.
The thin monk didn't know what he wanted, just when he was about to turn his head, two iron hooks hooked on his neck.
"You are too careless, I will send you two to meet again."
At this time, the black monk's voice suddenly rang in the thin monk's ears, and then the thin monk felt that his eyes were dark, and then he didn't know anything.
Puff!
The thin monk stepped into the strong monk's future, and the head was separated, and his death was miserable.
And the original black monk was just a clone of him, because they were good at imitating aura, neither of them noticed that the person in front of them was just a clone.
Whoosh!
The black-clothed monk came to the second floor and looked at Yang Fan's position. Yang Fan also looked over. The two people's eyes intertwined, producing an invisible spark.
"The third level is over. Those who want to quit now can fight out."
The old man's voice rang in the ears of Yang Fan and the black monk, but neither of them gave up.
"In that case, I will send you two out."
The old man looked at the twin sisters.
"Thank you senior!"
Han Li bowed slightly and looked at Yang Fan again.
"If you are lucky, our two sisters can still want to see you again, and thank you again."
Han Xue smiled, thinking that there was some hidden secret without knowing it.
Yang Fan touched his nose, feeling entangled in himself.
"Be prepared for the next level."
The old man waved his hand, and the three disappeared. When they reappeared, the three had already arrived in a small square.
There is a statue in the center of the square. The appearance of the statue is a face of a middle-aged man full of determination, with one hand on his waist, looking at Yang Fan and the monk in black. No matter where he walks, the eyes of the statue are always watching them.
"What is it for here?"
Yang Fandao.
"This is the place to test your talents. It is divided into three steps."
The old man said, pointing at the statue at the same time.
"The owner of this statue and the immortal mound is also my master. Oh, forgot to introduce it. I am the spirit of this immortal mound. You call me Leizi."
Leizi...
The corners of Yang Fan's mouth twitched fiercely. This kind of weird name didn't sound like his name, but rather like a tits.
However, the black monk did not show any extraordinary performance, instead his face became solemn.
In Xianyu, there are not many people who can use Zi as the suffix, but those with this suffix are very powerful.
For example, the lord of the Upper Continent Ice Temple, his name is Bing Hanzi, a strong second-tier immortal emperor, whose true combat power can rival the fifth-tier immortal emperor's realm.
"The first stage is to test your talents. Put your hands in front of the platform under the statue, and focus on carefully sensing the things under the platform. Then your talent will stimulate the statue's mechanism."
"Well, it takes long enough, boy in black, let's start with you first."
The black monk stepped forward, placed his right hand in front of the platform, concentrated, and carefully sensed the things under the platform.
After about ten breaths in this way, Yang Fan never saw any movement.
At this moment, the statue suddenly changed slightly, and then a golden phantom emerged from the statue. The appearance of the phantom is exactly the same as the statue, the difference is that the golden phantom is getting higher and higher, rising to a dozen feet tall in the blink of an eye.
The illusory old man Leizi smiled with satisfaction.
The golden phantom was getting higher and higher, and the skyrocketing trend did not stop. The height soon reached one hundred meters. Until this time, the trend of looking for one was weakened. When it finally stopped, the height of the phantom had reached One hundred and fifty meters.
"Height: Fifty Zhang Zhang, Level: High."
Leizi nodded, you can see that he is very happy.
"It's your turn."
Yang Fan didn't stay much longer, came to the statue, and did the same.
Immersed in his mind, Yang Fan's spiritual sense sensed a light ball under the platform. When the spiritual sense touched it, it was very comfortable, just like bathing in a hot spring.
Just when Yang Fan was immersed in his mind, about half a minute had passed from the outside world, and the statue showed no signs at all.
"Ok?"
Leizi frowned, not knowing what went wrong.
