Starting from the outer door, single-handedly challenge the cultivation world!

Fu Yunzi stood blankly, looking at the empty ground, his mind was full of confusion.

The memory of the time of defeat stops at the moment when I swung the Meteor Sword Style and cut through the opponent's aura.

Xingfeng Thirteen Swords, known as the sword is like a falling star, every move has an unimaginable lethality.

In Fu Yunzi's impression, unless he met an opponent with too high a cultivation level, he could forcibly suppress Xingfeng Thirteen Swords with mana.

Among the many disciples I met on Wudou Peak, there are few opponents in front of Xingfeng Thirteen Swords.

This set of kendo techniques has extremely high intentions and astonishing killing power, which cannot be resisted by ordinary means.

How could it be defeated in an instant.

"It's that purple awn, that bastard magic weapon plotting against me! It's a high-level talisman, or some kind of one-time secret weapon."

Thinking of Sikong Changming's clasped hands, Fu Yunzi looked resentful.

He only remembered a flash of purple light in front of his eyes, followed by a deafening explosion.

The sword style was broken, and the mana of the bodyguard was scattered by the impact of the explosion, and he even lost consciousness at that moment.

"Don't dare to confront me head-on, engage in sneak attacks, and don't talk about martial arts!"

Under the turmoil of his mind, this proud disciple of Xingfeng's lineage caused his injury for a moment, and spat out a mouthful of blood with hatred.

The inevitable swordsmanship was broken, and even the mind was damaged.

The magic power in the body counterattacks and hurts the Qi veins.

It was only at this moment that Fu Yunzi felt that his body was seriously injured, as if someone had exploded him with a bomb.

"Damn it! Kuchiki, Great Cold Peak, I remember you."

Fu Yunzi was full of resentment, apparently he held grudges against Sikong Changming.

However, after experiencing the failure just now, he had no choice but to withdraw from Wudou Peak and quickly return to the cave to heal his injuries.

Sikong Changming didn't care about the defeated opponent.

As the winner of the second fight, he looked calm and seized the time to continue refining the magic weapon.

After a fight is over, there will be an interval of one stick of incense before the next round of fights can start.

Taking advantage of this short rest time, Sikong Changming closed his eyes and concentrated, thinking and summarizing the fighting process just now in his mind.

On the palm of his hand, he was playing with an inch-long French conch.

This French snail is lavender in color, with natural textures on the shell, like tiny whirlpools.

This is one of the ten artifacts purchased from Huanzhen Pavilion, "Thundering Conch".

The quality of this magic weapon is not high. As the raw material, the snails are very common in the Beihai area.

From a comprehensive perspective of practicality, value, and potential, this thundering conch can only be compared with Mingxia Deng.

However, the thundering conch has a unique advantage that the other nine magical artifacts do not have.

The technique inscribed in the conch is a third-order "Thunder Curse".

The Thunder Dao technique can be regarded as the best in terms of destructive power, and it can be compared with the unparalleled swordsmanship technique in terms of attacking power.

The third-order "Thunder Curse" has extremely terrifying lethality when it is fully erupted.

The uniqueness of the thundering conch is that the natural pattern on the shell is a simplification of some kind of spiritual pattern, and has the ability to spontaneously condense thunder aura.

In other words, if this thunder-sounding snail casts the thunder-sounding curse while accumulating thunder aura, the power of this spell will increase by another three points.

When he was in Huanzhen Pavilion, Qian Qiu introduced this thundering conch, and only said a few words.

It highlights one point.

In order to show the power of this conch when the distinguished guests come to the door.

Qian Qiu once sent this magic conch into the sky in a certain way during the thunderstorm to accumulate the power of thunder.

When Sikong Changming came, the power of the heavenly thunder accumulated in the conch could still support the casting of the thunder spell three times.

After thoroughly sacrificially refining this conch, Sikong Changming wanted to try the power of the thunder spell.

The sword-like Fuyunzi became the test subject without knowing it.

For a monk, the time for a stick of incense is as short as breathing.

In the eyes of those masters of the upper three realms, it is not empty words to say that there is no time to practice, and it has been a thousand years in the blink of an eye.

Even the monks in the lower three realms have the experience of retreating for several months.

For a short time, it was just for the monks on Wudou Peak to adapt to their current state, calm down their minds, and then consider whether to continue participating in the martial arts.

Of course, for Sikong Changming, such a choice has no meaning at all.

When the symbol on the disciple's jade plate that matches the opponent lights up again, he clicks on it without hesitation.

If it weren't for the rules, he wouldn't even want to delay the time for burning incense.

A stick of incense doesn't seem to be long, but it actually lasts about a quarter of an hour. In Sikong Changming's previous life, it would be half an hour.

And the ten consecutive victories required by the system have only now won the second person.

Next, there are still a lot of intervals, which will waste nearly two hours of time.

In other words, for Sikong Changming, the time now has become extremely urgent.

"Could it be that the first daily task failure will happen today."

Suddenly, an ominous thought flashed through his mind.

Fortunately, as soon as this thought surfaced, it was erased by Sikong Changming.

The opponent in the third battle was also a disciple of the 72 Spirit Peaks.

However, compared to Hongdie and Xingfeng before, as Sikong Changming's opponent in the third battle of martial arts, that disciple's cultivation was uncharacteristically lower.

Half-step tricks, first glimpse of the door!
Compared with Sikong Changming Dharma Aperture Xiaocheng's cultivation base, it is even lower by a small realm.

This was the first time Sikong Changming encountered an existence whose cultivation base was not as good as his own when he was fighting martial arts.

However, a slightly weaker cultivation base does not mean that one's fighting skills will be inferior.

Even some special spells and supernatural powers are not measured by cultivation.

That inner sect disciple of the Lanshan Sect was indeed extraordinary, with fierce strikes and astonishingly fast speed.

At the beginning of the fight, he cast two spells in succession, blessing himself, so that his originally very agile skills were so fast that only afterimages remained.

Sikong Changming was also a little uncomfortable with the misplaced vision of the shadowy figures.

However, what Sikong Changming didn't expect was the natal magic weapon refined by the opponent.

A cluster of slender silver needles is almost invisible to the naked eye.

The cultivator made a sudden move, trying to catch Sikong Changming by surprise.

The flying silver needle was hidden in the air, like a poisonous snake in the dark, ready to launch a fatal blow to Sikong Changming at any time.

Meeting such a slippery opponent for the first time touched Sikong Changming a lot.

In the Great Cold Peak, he has fought many times, and he considers himself to be experienced in hundreds of battles.

But only after arriving at Wudou Peak, after experiencing two different fights, did he wake up to his original short-sightedness.

Yifeng disciples, after all, have limitations.

After getting used to the spells of those icy and cold currents, it is inevitable that there will be inertia in thinking.

Until now, I have seen many changing techniques.

While Sikong Changming's eyes widened, the feeling of underestimating other disciples in his heart also dissipated.

However, this third opponent was slightly inferior after all, and did not cause too much trouble for Sikong Changming.

That unremarkable Mingxia Lantern made great achievements in this battle.

The wick is curled up, and a soft aura is sprinkled.

The fastest speed in the world is light and shadow.

When Sikong Changming sacrificed the Mingxia Lantern, with the omnipresent aura, he directly blocked the opponent's position.

Yingying lights illuminate the surrounding void, making those silver needles that are hard to see with the naked eye nowhere to hide.

All the methods of the opponent have been cracked one by one.

With the monk's astonished expression on his face, Sikong Changming took out the Sanyang flag and waved it away.

The flames soared into the sky, and a bird with condensed flames appeared, flying around the cluster of silver needles.

Under the scorching fire, in order to keep his natal magic weapon, that disciple finally had to choose to admit defeat.

In the third battle, Sikong Changming won.

Watching the opponent's figure gradually disappear, Sikong Changming sat cross-legged on the ground, concentrating on refining the magic weapon.

For him, even for the three of them, the consumption of mana is not too severe.

The most important thing at the moment is to refine the magic weapon at hand.

A moment later, another figure gradually appeared in front of Sikong Changming.

He smiled slightly, holding the half-refined Sanyang flag in his hand, and walked over.

……

The fourth battle, the fifth battle, the sixth battle, the seventh battle!

In four consecutive battles, several opponents were swept out by Sikong Changming like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Compared with the first three opponents, the following disciples are always inferior in some respects.

Either the magic weapon is flawed, or the spell is relatively mediocre.

Even when Sikong Changming met his opponent in the seventh round, his body was injured.

That disciple was not from the 72 Lingfeng Peak, but from an unknown small peak.

There was a strong smell of blood on his body, his left hand was wrapped with a thick bandage, and his right hand held a third-order magic sword tightly, staring at Sikong Changming viciously, as if he wanted to risk his life.

Although in the eyes of the inner disciple of the Lanshan sect, one can feel many ups and downs.

But fighting is fighting.

Compassion cannot be eaten as food.

For such a disciple who dared to show his sword in front of him, the way Sikong Changming showed respect was to let his opponent lose in a fair and just manner.

That battle.

It was also the first time that Sikong Changming used [-]% of his mana on Wudou Peak.

The power of the "Four Tribulations" suddenly appeared at that moment.

On the fighting platform, cracks like spider webs were scattered, and the earth, wind, water and fire surged violently, and the movement of spiritual energy fell into chaos.

In the eyes of that disciple, it seemed that he was facing a natural disaster.

The majestic and raging mana suppressed most of the spells.

The disciple who held the long sword tightly failed to deliver a sword after all, so he was defeated.

Before facing the opponents in the seventh round, even facing Hongdie, Fuyunzi and the like.

Sikong Changming's mana control can also be described as meticulous, no more than [-]% of his mana.

Most of the mana was used by him to refine the Falling Sun God Iron, so he couldn't distract him.

In the final analysis, these matched opponents are only in the realm of Dharma Aperture.

Relying on his strength, if he goes all out, facing these disciples is like a blow to reduce dimensionality.

In Sikong Changming's heart, he always regarded his opponent as the leader among those 72 spirit peaks.

Only heavenly heroes of that level can be regarded as dragons and phoenixes among men.

If you want to ascend to the Nine Heavens in the future, your own vision must surpass the world.

The magic circle in front of him flickered again, and the figure of the eighth opponent slowly appeared.

Burly as a mountain, like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus.

When that figure really appeared, a fierce and fierce aura came along with it.

"The Dharma Aperture is complete, Longshan!"

On the disciple's jade plate, the opponent's information flashed by, and even the Lingfeng of his birth was hidden.

Seeing the familiar name, Sikong Changming's eyes widened involuntarily.

The former Beiyun Academy was known as the No.1 disciple of Beiyun.

It was also the first strong enemy that he had really defeated.

Longshan!

Even Sikong Changming didn't expect that after several months, he would be able to meet this former fellow from the outer court on Wudou Peak.

After the battle of the outer gate in the past ended.

Sikong Changming took the No. 1 position in Beiyun Dojo and joined the inner sect of Lanshan Sect.

And Longshan just disappeared, and his whereabouts remain a mystery.

According to the rumors, he was valued by a certain elder of the Lanshan Sect and directly accepted as his disciple.

Looking at the current Longshan, his figure is much stronger than before, and at this moment he looks like a violent bear standing upright.

A heavy armor with intricate spiritual patterns engraved on it, it looks like an incredible defensive weapon.

There was no mask on Long Shan's face.

The resolute face was as silent as ever, but there were a few more scars on the cheeks, one of which started from the corner of the eye and spread to the jaw.

Scarred and scarred, it added a bit of fierceness and calmness.

Different from Sikong Changming who just arrived, Longshan fought on Wudou Peak for Xunyue and defeated many opponents.

His cultivation has also skyrocketed.

In the past, when he was in the outer courtyard, he had entered the spirit pool, but within a few months of worshiping in the inner sect, he rushed to the perfection of the Dharma Aperture.

Even Sikong Changming was extremely surprised by this terrifying speed of improvement.

With the help of the system, I was able to break through the borders one after another in such a short period of time.

But Longshan's progress was not slow at all.

"Is the practice of the spiritual root body so terrifying?"

Sikong Changming thought with some doubts.

There are also spiritual roots in his body now, and there are two peerless spiritual roots.

However, apart from fighting skills, one can feel the powerful increase brought about by the connection between the spiritual root and the heaven and the earth.

In daily practice, although spiritual root also helps, but that kind of growth is not too strong.

After a few months of practice, it may be possible to improve one or two small realms.

But it is absolutely impossible to let the cultivation base jump up like a rocket.

"It seems that Longshan still has secrets."

Sikong Changming thought for a while, and took off the mask from his face.

"Long time no see, Longshan."

He said lightly.

A look of astonishment also flashed in Longshan's eyes, and after sensing the aura emanating from Sikong Changming, that look of astonishment turned into astonishment.

"You, you have also cultivated to the Dharma Aperture Realm?"

Long Shan said slowly, his heavy voice was like thunder.

Immediately, the giant Khan, who was as tall as an iron tower, revealed a fierce and violent fighting spirit.

"So, just right!"

"Let's fight again."

In the huge eyes, the fighting spirit was as hot as a raging fire.

The former Beiyun No.1 was equally impressed with Sikong Changming.

"I've been waiting for this battle for a long time!"