The sound of the sword's cry fell, and the mountain ladder returned to silence.

Ye Yuxi opened her eyes, and a cold light flashed across her nimble eyes, as if sword energy sealed her throat.

Swish, swish, scoff.

The mother-child twin swords revolved around Ye Yuxi's arms for a circle, and fell into the palms after a cheerful sword cry.

"Haha, I get it, I get it, I don't thank you for your kindness, I'll treat you to a drink some other day." The young man with a long sword on the side suddenly laughed and shot, grasping the scabbard in his arms, the long sword flew out suddenly, hanging above his head.

hum~~

That Qingfeng let out a low buzzing sound, hidden by the sound of a sword.

The white sword intent that was wandering around the young man suddenly melted into the long blade as if being drawn.

Ye Yuxi let out a breath of turbid air lightly, and turned her hands to take back the twin swords.

These 18 steps of hell, each step is equipped with a pattern, after passing this step, there will be no more artistic conception of swords behind.

Glancing at the broken sword stone wall again, this time the sword was no longer an ordinary picture in Ye Yuxi's eyes.

Instead, there are powerful sword intents emanating from above. When these sword intents are gathered together, they are enough to open up the world.

"This is obviously a blessed place, I don't know why those arrogances use hell to describe it." Ye Yuxi shook her head slightly, feeling the extra sword energy in her body, and the spirit of heaven that had been devoured in the forest of steles before was sublimated again.

If Hanwa can walk here, Ye Yuxi can be sure that within ten years, Hanwa's cultivation level will be able to reach the top of the Heavenly Spirit!

This is also because Hanwa started late, if Hanwa's cultivation was higher, the time to advance to Tianling would be even shorter.

Looking back at the two figures behind her, Ye Pianruo was still slightly ahead, Hanwa's muscles bulged and her veins stood out, as if she had exerted all her strength.

However, Ye Yuxi, who had seen Hanwa comprehend the scene of the stele, knew that this was just a normal situation for Hanwa, and it should not have reached his limit.

Boom!

Ye Yuxi withdrew her gaze, took a light step, and landed steadily on the eighth mountain ladder.

A scorching mood came over, Ye Yuxi's delicate body trembled slightly, and the magical power of poisonous spirit was circulating in her body.

In an instant, Ye Yuxi got used to the fluctuation and oppression of the artistic conception, her beautiful eyes raised slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in Ye Yuxi's eyes.

On the steps ahead, more than one figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on it.

More importantly, Ye Yuxi felt that the cultivation of those figures should not be weaker than her own.

"Master Zhuo?" Ye Yuxi frowned slightly.

To be able to make Liu Zixiong's kind of arrogance bow his head and make Cao Cheng fearful is the only talent.

The corners of Ye Yuxi's mouth slowly turned a little playfully, it seems that Mr. Zhuo is not as scary as he expected.

Boom boom boom.

Red flames spewed out abruptly from the stone wall at the side, engulfing Ye Yuxi's body.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that this is not a real flame, but an artistic conception of flames, but even so, the gesture of no warning still surprised the onlookers.

"Miss Ye, you won't stop here, will you?"

Someone in the valley swallowed his throat. He had just delivered the news to the sect, and he was expecting Miss Ye to show off her talents.

"How come, you forgot the scene of Mr. Zhuo's trial at the beginning. It is said that the fire of hell in the eighth step can only be triggered by people with high talents. Even a genius of Cao Cheng's level is not qualified."

"Miss Ye's talent has already reached the level of the Fourth Young Master?"

hiss!

Many people gasped when they heard the words, the fourth son here represents top talent.