Chapter 206

Death can't lose. Purple Lingyun surpassed Le Qingcheng. She didn't feel pain or fatigue. She walked forward step by step without any stop.

Han Kong only saw a bright purple suddenly floating in front of him, and then crossed him and rushed in front of him.

Blood oozed from the boots under her feet, leaving little by little red marks on the stone steps. Because she walked too fast, there was not much blood on each step. It was like broken flowers on a discernible sword, or a touch of bright red on a white jade face because of shame.

Looking at the bright purple moving forward without a pause, Han Kong frowned slightly. It was his opponent. However, at this moment, he suddenly felt that he didn't want to see her so hard. He couldn't help but remind him: "the last ten steps are the most important. Don't waste all your Aura now. You can climb the top step by step."

The more she consumes, the greater the pressure she admits. She is working so hard now. It will be very difficult to take the next ten steps. Even if she could have reached the top, she will lose her chance because of her previous hard work.

It takes only two days to climb here from the foot of the mountain, but the last ten steps, once the best disciples of the three sword schools, also took ten days.

Not one step a day, but the last step. It took nine days.

However, no one answered Han Kong's advice. He was only four steps away from her. He was sure she could hear it, but she ignored it and moved forward step by step. The more forward, the more pressure, he saw that her shoulders had trembled slightly, and there was blood under her feet.

This is their path of Kendo covered with thorns. Each step down actually has the test and understanding of kendo. It's OK to move forward recklessly in the early stage. On the last stone step, it's a great setback to meet her, or even the destruction of the heart of kendo. Han Kong shook his head and sighed a pity.

However, at this time, another person surpassed him. It's not le Qingcheng, the immortal sword sect, who has been following him, but another disciple of Tianxuan sword sect, Xuan Rumo.

The disciples of Tianxuan sword sect are so desperate? Do they want to take a chance and think that once they enter the sword tomb, they will be recognized by the fairy sword? Han Kong smiled faintly. He shook his head and didn't say anything more, but walked forward slowly. The stone steps under his feet are one difficulty after another that he has overcome on the way of kendo. They are grindstones one after another, which makes his sword more pure.

As he went on, he stepped on a corner of his clothes.

Han Kong lowered his head and saw that Xuan Rumo of xuanjianmen was pale and sweating on his forehead. He had opened his lapel and sat on the stone steps. He supported himself with his scabbard tired and gasped. However, his eyes were tightly closed. The painful expression should be that he had fallen into the dilemma of Kendo. If you don't know how to act according to your ability, you will reap the consequences so soon.

With a sigh, Han Kong stepped on the corner of his clothes and stepped on a layer of stone steps again.

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At the foot of the mountain, Xuanqing also looked at the scene on the mountain road. Let's not talk about purple Lingyun for the moment. Xuanru ink suddenly rushed forward, and he secretly said that it was bad. After all, the cultivation of purple Lingyun was there. If he tried hard, he was likely to break through and impact the past. However, the cultivation level of xuanru ink was too low. If he rushed forward like this, he would only be powerless.

At this time, it was as dark as ink, and there were 18 steps from the top of the mountain. However, he closed his eyes and sat there with a pale face. There was blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth. It should be that his breath was disordered and he suffered a lot of internal injuries. He is too impatient to admit defeat for Tianxuan sword sect.

Thinking of this, Xuanqing's eyes were slightly wet, but his sadness became a topic of ridicule.

"Why are all the disciples of Tianxuan sword sect so impulsive? Didn't anyone give them directions before they went up? It's so hard now. It's just one of them. Now it's two or three."

After xuanrumo, several days later, the disciples of xuanjianmen also began to step forward quickly. Many of them were injured. Although they took the pill, how can the injury caused by the evil cultivation during the robbery be fully recovered in a moment? They were all wounded, but even so, no one retreated.

They slowly surpassed the people in front. Although they were not as fast as purple Lingyun and Xuan Rumo, they were also faster than the disciples of other sects. Such speed became a joke in the eyes of onlookers.

"Is it because leader Xuan was also seriously injured, so no one mentioned them?" said an elder of Xianjian gate. "Elder Xuanqing, immortal Zixiao, have you forgotten? Or have you lost the idea of fighting before?"

Xuanqing turned her head to look at him, then turned her eyes and spit out a sour smell. The man was sprayed on his face without warning.

Xuanqing said, "it's none of your business."

"You smelly cow's nose, dirty and smelly." the elder of Xianjian sect was livid. He threw his sleeve and stood aside. As a result, the leader Ling Yun glanced at him. He didn't say much anymore, but focused on the mountain path.

Jin Zhongliang hasn't come back. Ling Yun is so anxious that he doesn't want to listen to them quarrel.

Just then, another humanitarian said, "Hey, the boy stood up."

Yue Qingcheng surpassed Xuan Rumo, and more and more disciples surpassed him. He felt gusts of wind passing him, even someone stepped on his clothes, and another stepped on his feet. He doesn't want to stop here. He can't stop here. He staggered to his feet, supported his flying sword, and moved forward again without even opening his eyes.

"The boy used the flying sword as a crutch. The flying sword is the life of sword repair, and it was used by him to explore the way." a disciple whispered. Those voices made Xuanqing's face more ugly. But when he was anxious, he remembered what someone had told him before.

"You're just too emotional, so you've been stagnant."

Yes, he really cares too much about feelings. He cares about Tianxuan sword sect, his disciples and everyone in the sect. He can't see through and can't break. If he becomes a great power and stands at the peak, he has to give up all this. Why should he stand alone on the top of the mountain?

Although the scenery is good, there is only one person, but it is also lonely. Xuanqing looked at xuanrumo's shaky figure and the wound cut by the sword Qi on his body. He just felt that his heart was tightly clenched. The elders of other sects wanted those disciples to hold on to the end, even if they died. However, at this time, he wanted to tell xuanrumo not to hold on. Those sword wounds had made him a bloody man.

Not only Xuan Rumo, but also the disciples of Tianxuan sword sect. Just try your best. Every disciple is their hope. You don't have to fight here.

Xuanqing's face was ugly, and immortal Zixiao was not much better. Zilingyun had moved forward to the position of ten steps. At this time, she was standing in place, and her body was pressed a little bent. Her aura is exhausted. Can't she hold on?

However, at this time, they heard a scream, and then they saw Zi Lingyun take out the flute and play it slowly under the pressure. The flute rushed into the sky and split the thorns on her way. She stepped up a layer of steps. She played the flute and took another step forward again.

In a short moment, she took two steps. There is the last ten stone steps close to the sword tomb. At this time, Han Kong of Hanhai sword school is still in step 11, while Le Qingcheng of Xianjian gate is in step 13.

Neither xianjianmen nor Hanhai sword sect want to see this situation.

"God, she took another four steps."

"Another, another step!"

"God, she has only three steps left."

In the blink of an eye, she took seven consecutive steps. Now, with only three steps left, purple aura can reach the top.

Immortal Zixiao and Xuanqing's heart hung tightly, because they were seriously injured. At this time, there were only two elders at the foot of the mountain, and they all looked at the top of the mountain without blinking.

At this time, Jiang yunya, sitting under the tree, also opened his eyes. He looked up and looked at the figure on the top of the mountain from a distance.

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Previously, Han Kong advised Zi Lingyun not to be anxious, but at this time, he was anxious. After taking a few steps unsteadily, he felt it difficult to move forward, and his legs were heavy and could not be lifted. The action of lifting his legs caused the rapid loss of aura that had been carefully controlled in his body.

This situation fell into the eyes of elder Chen of Hanhai sword sect, which naturally changed his face. "What are you anxious to do, don't be impulsive." he was anxious and wanted to rush over and roar in Han Kong's ear. But he can't pass. Kendo can only climb once, and there are strict age restrictions.

"Oh, my God!" the crowd made a sensation again, just because in this short time, purple Lingyun, she took another step forward again. The bright purple floated on the top of the high mountain, and the melodious sound of the flute passed to everyone's ears, which shocked their hearts.

At this time, even Ling Yun, the leader of Xianjian sect, couldn't help glancing. Can Tianxuan sword sect create miracles this time? He looked at Le Qingcheng standing on the ninth stone step, and his mood could not be calm for a long time.

If Jin Zhongliang were here, he might be only one step away from the top of the mountain.

Thinking of this, Ling Yun shook his head. It's too early to say anything. I'm afraid it won't be so easy for the disciples of xuanjianmen that day. He saw very clearly that the power in the disciple's body had been drained.

Le Qingcheng is not impatient from beginning to end. At this time, she is also the one with the best strength. She still has hope and is the first to climb the top of the mountain.

At this time, a huge dark shadow passed in the air. Was it a demon attack? No way. They didn't feel any magic.

The shadow obscured the sky and the sun, but it was a Kunpeng.

"Headmaster, I'm late." a loud voice came from Kunpeng. Hearing this voice, Lingyun's tight face suddenly relaxed. It was from the inside to the outside. First, the corners of his mouth bent slightly, and then the smile couldn't stop expanding. Later, he didn't want to hide it, but laughed, "just come back, no later."

He's still alive. He's back.

Jin Zhongliang jumped off the Kunpeng, and his master came down with him. If master hadn't led the way, he wouldn't know where the sword tomb was.

When they landed, the huge Kunpeng turned into the size of a swan and landed on the ground. On Kunpeng's body, there was a gray haired brocade mouse squatting. This combination is amazing.

"Headmaster, elder, master, I'll go first." after Jin Zhongliang said that, he went to the mountain road and stepped up the first step. His movement was very fast. The speed of moving forward was stunned.

At this time, Jiang yunya, who had been sitting, also moved.

Naturally, his movement attracted countless laughs, but when he saw the speed of his progress, those loud laughs disappeared and became whispers. Finally, there was no sound.

Because Jiang yunya was also very fast, he even closely followed Jin Zhongliang. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly ticket at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)