With Bai Ye's current strength, it is not difficult to swing three swords with the Death Dragon. If you try your best, you can even use four swords.

But with his extremely strong strength, this man actually took a killing dragon, which shocked Bai Ye.

This time he remembered the words of the ancestors of the Wanxiang Sect at the previous levels. Although the Death Dragon is strong, it is not an invincible sword. At first, Bai Ye didn't understand it, but now he suddenly realized that there was the nemesis of the Death Dragon Sword in this small illusion.

However, even if the Dead Dragon Sword was restrained, Bai Ye was not afraid.

He knew that when he came here, he relied on not only the Death Dragon Sword. If the Death Dragon was defeated, it did not mean that he would admit defeat.

Bai Ye's general trend dispersed again, carrying the power of the Soul Emperor, and pressing towards the Fire Man.

But the Fire Man didn't move at all and ignored him.

He rushed over with his sword, and Wuya's sword rolled up bloody wind, like a ferocious beast that swallowed it up.

But when the fireman raised his hand, a fire wall quickly condensed in front of him. The sword hit the fire wall, and a violent explosion occurred. Bai Ye was directly bounced away.

"You're defeated!"

The fire man's body exploded and rushed towards Bai Ye.

Bai Ye gritted his teeth and tried his best to swing the Death Dragon Sword in his other hand hard.

Crash.

The devastating sword power bloomed again.

but.

The dragon flame blood on the fire man seemed to be stimulated, and it also exploded, turning into a big mouth and swallowing the sword force, exactly the same as before.

The sword power of the Dead Dragon, which can destroy everything, is like hitting cotton, and the terrifying power disappears immediately without a trace.

Bai Ye quickly put the sword in the scabbard, and his left palm was burned again, and his bones were covered with white bones.

He held the Wuya Sword tightly and supported his body, gasping for breath. As soon as the sweat fell, it was evaporated, and his own "Ba Yueyu" breath also flashed.

At this moment, Bai Ye finally understood the terrifying thing on the eleventh level.

First of all, this person cannot defeat it. Secondly, the challenger also has time limits. The "Poyue Jade" cannot exist all the time. Once the "Poyue Jade" disappears, it is impossible for him to support the terrifying high temperature released by the other party.

The eleventh level...it's too difficult.

The fire man looked indifferently, and a trace of doubt flashed across the pupils that were jumping with flames. While Bai Ye was breathing, he was already standing in front of Bai Ye, grabbing his hand in the air, and a sword formed entirely of flames appeared and pressed against Bai Ye's shoulder.

Bai Ye took a deep breath and put Wuya sword into the scabbard.

"I lost."

The fire man dispersed the sword in his hand, held it behind his hands, and turned around.

"I asked you before, you said that you were cultivating your soul for yourself, so why do you continue to fight with me even though you know that it is impossible to defeat me? If you really do it for yourself, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"

Bai Ye smiled faintly when he heard this: "I really can't imagine how good a person like this is. Perhaps he is the legendary emperor. You are completely different from those of the previous seniors. Such a master is rare to encounter. Fighting with you is an opportunity. How can I miss it? Besides, you are a senior of the Wanxiang Sect and you can enter the eleventh level. I am afraid that there are few in history, so you will not kill me easily. I did say that I cultivate my soul for myself, but I did not say that I was for my own benefit. My purpose of cultivating soul is for everything I have."

"everything?"

"For example, friends, relatives, lovers, classmates, etc., these are, of course, my original intention."

He looked at the gate at the other end 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, Bai Ye, have come to this point entirely because of the Dead Dragon Sword? What is the meaning of my efforts? So I need to fight, I have to fight, and even if I lose, I have to fight, because I know that my strength is not because of the Dead Dragon Sword, but because of my cultivation, my heavenly soul, my mood, my efforts, my blood and sweat, and my principles!!"

He said loudly, loud and loud.

These words rippled in the eleventh floor area.

The fireman turned his back to him and was completely silent.

Bai Ye's face was not afraid. After he finished speaking, he clasped his fists and turned around and wanted to leave.

"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 slightly stunned and turned his head and looked at him strangely.

"I've lost."

"I know."

"Then why do you think I won?"

"I didn't count you winning, I just count you passing my test." The Huo Ren turned around and smiled faintly.

"What does this mean?"

Bai Ye was confused.

"You can't defeat me, let alone you, even the real emperor will find it difficult to defeat me easily."

The fire man sat down and waved his hand. The sea of ​​fire in front of Bai Ye immediately cracked open, and a smooth road appeared.

Even the emperor can't defeat him easily? This person is so powerful?

"My test is not about your force, but about your state of mind. This last level is about testing people's will. How does the soul test the soul choose in the face of absolute force? Should we choose to surrender voluntarily or defeat? If we surrender voluntarily, we will naturally lose. We need to leave the small illusion. If we lose, what is the reason? If the answer does not meet my wishes, we must leave."

The Huo Ren turned his head and looked at Bai Ye indifferently: "But your words touched me a lot. I allow you to get that opportunity! The twelfth level of opportunity is not trivial. Those who are not strong in their minds will definitely not be able to pass on it. Therefore, this level tests your mind."

Bai Ye heard the sound and thoughtful.

Heart and mind? What is the opportunity at the twelfth level? Could it be that this small illusion world has been tested layer by layer for the opportunity at the twelfth level?

What is the opportunity on the twelfth level?

"So that's it, I've been taught."

"Boy, go up."

The fireman waved.

Bai Ye took a deep breath and walked away.

Halfway through the walk, the person suddenly stopped and asked.

"I dare to ask senior...what is the current realm?"

The fire man smiled faintly: "Go up and you will know."

Bai Ye heard the sound, and no longer hesitated, and walked towards the gate.

......

......

Outside Tai Chi City, everyone was watching, and their eyes were locked on the stone tablet, and everyone could not move their eyes away.

Ye Xun stood in front of the tombstone, breathing rapidly, and he couldn't hear anyone else talking to him.

"Who is there except this Hong Lord, and who is above?"

Zhu Xiang looked anxious and asked anxiously at the people on both sides.

"Go back to the home master, I heard that the master Hong came out say... the one who is still above... is Grandmaster Bai!" A 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 them suddenly trembled, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Especially Zhu Tianming, he almost fell off the horse's back.

"Brother Bai..." Zhu Yan smiled bitterly, his expression full of misery.

"The eleventh floor!! Master Bai stepped into the eleventh floor!! The head of the family... If that didn't happen at the beginning, we...we..." The butler of the Zhumen next to him opened his mouth, and he could not say anything else.

Zhu Xiang knew what the old housekeeper was going to say, so he beat his chest in regret. He glared at Zhu Tianming viciously, and he was already extremely regretful.

If Zhu Tianming had not happened, even if the relationship between Zhu Yan and Bai Ye was not close, he would at least be a friend. With the reputation that Bai Ye has created, the Zhu family would be enough to reach the top of Tai Chi City!

"Dawn!! You made the Zhu family miss a real dragon!!" Zhu Xiang said annoyed.

Zhu Tianming looked pale and ashamed.

The big families around also knew about Bai Ye and the Zhu family, and deliberately distanced themselves from it. Many people had already walked towards Du Ya, Leng Yourong and others, and were close to it.

And at this moment, the eleventh layer of marks darkened again.

People's breathing stopped as the mark dimmed, locking on the stone tablet in unison.

"It should...become out?" someone said angrily.

But no one answered him.

All the past has made most people dare not draw conclusions easily.

Ye Xun's palms were clenched tightly.

Leng Yourong also stared at the tombstone and secretly squeezed her sweat.

Even the top scholar of the Wanxiang Sect stopped writing at this moment. His whole body looked like a stone sculpture, staring at the stone tablet with all concentration, almost selflessness.

finally.

The twelve floor marks lit up, and then the entire stone tablet shone brightly.

In an instant, the crowds of shouts shook the sky.

"Entering the twelfth floor!!"

Someone exclaimed.

The whole Tai Chi City was in full bloom.

Countless people cheered and countless people danced, but more of them gritted their teeth and secretly guessed, countless people and countless expressions.

And outside the crowd.

"What's going on?"

Fu Wuqing frowned and looked at the excited crowd around him.

"I heard that the twelfth level of the Little Illusion Realm has been opened up, and all the tests of the Little Illusion Realm have passed. These people are probably happy for the people who passed it." Lin Zhengtian said with a smile.

"It's not that they passed by, how happy they are?" Huan Shiying hummed.

"We are not people here, so naturally I don't know what the meaning of the small illusion world to this Tai Chi city." Zixiao smiled slightly: "Okay, everyone, there are so many people here, and the small illusion world is about to end, the crowd should disperse temporarily. At that time, this place will definitely be in chaos. Why don't we find a teahouse first, sit down and have a cup of tea, wait for the Tai Chi gathering to be held, and then wait for an opportunity to find a teacher?"

"good!"

Everyone nodded and agreed.

“I know there is a good teahouse.”

"This time I want to taste the tea from entering the Soul Continent is different from our Qingge Continent."

Yin Xueyue smiled slightly.

"It must be a great taste!" Feng Qingyu shook the folding fan and said with a smile.

The snake was slinging in front of us, and everyone followed closely.

But at this moment, several men in black sword suits came over.

Their waists were paired with long swords, and their sword bodies were extremely long. Even if they were 1.89 meters tall, their sword bodies were about to be dragged to the ground. These people all looked cold and had a sharp temperament. They walked forward and blocked them directly in front of Yinxueyue, Lin Zhengtian and others.

Seeing this, Prajna hurriedly hid behind Huan Shiying.

"What are you doing?" Zhanshe's brow moved and he hurriedly bowed.

"Our young master hopes to invite a few ladies to have a drink, and ask a few to follow us."

Several people sank.

Everyone's faces changed slightly.

"I dare to ask who is Young Master Gui?" Chanshe asked hurriedly.

"Stop talking, follow us quickly, otherwise we will be welcome."

One person shouted impatiently.

Seeing this, the souls around him quickly retreated and walked away quickly like a plague-avoiding god.

It seems that the person who comes is not good.

Feng Qingyu and Lin Zhengtian and others exchanged their eyes secretly.

But when the snake came forward, he bowed again, and said, "Please also show your identity. We are from the Longcheng Long family. We come to Taiji City to find our master's style. We also ask you to show your identity. If the noble son knows us, we will definitely accompany you..."

But before he finished speaking, the man suddenly raised his hand and slapped the snake in the face.

Bang!

A crisp sound rang out.

The snake retreated repeatedly, almost unable to stand steadily. Five red palm prints appeared on the fair little face, and blood was even more oozing from the corner of the mouth.

"Sister Chanshe!"

"Miss Tong!"

Everyone rushed to meet him.

Lin Zhengtian, Zixiao and Feng Qingyu immediately stepped forward, drew his sword and met with anger.

The swordsmen were not outdone, and they went straight to the sword and surrounded several people.

"I'm giving you a shameless face, are you still shameless? I'll have to repeat it? Follow us immediately, otherwise, I will destroy your soul and tie you back!!"

The man shouted angrily, his voice like a fierce tiger, which made everyone tremble.

Is this strength a person from Yanghun Realm?
Chapter completed!