Chapter 2232

Wen Xian looked around. In her bright eyes, she swallowed a faint smile, "it's so challenging." she likes this challenging space.

Her slender body jumped up in an instant. The swords on both sides hit each other in an instant, and the golden light turned into a fog and disappeared in an instant.

Wen Xian's spotless eyes quickly lowered his head and looked at it. It's a sharp sword.

This is murderous, very realistic.

It's like fighting with real people.

"Click!" a more intense voice came from above.

This time, not only overhead, but also on both sides of the tower wall, there was a sound at the same time, especially harsh.

Wen Xian looked at the sword flying from all directions, and her eyes suddenly sank. This time, it was a great test of speed and strain ability. Her body retreated rapidly, and her eyes looked at the distance of the sword flying from all directions. Every time, she looked at the time to avoid, and her figure was illusory in an instant.

At the right time, she quickly moved to the left and hid.

All the golden swords instantly turned into golden haze and disappeared, which was dazzling.

She quickly closed her eyes, but the next moment, the speed behind her was as fast as the wind.

She opened her eyes and felt the darkness in front of her, but her body jumped up quickly and the sword passed under her back at a high speed.

Suddenly, the white shadows crisscross, and the golden light comes from all directions. The murderous spirit drops suddenly, and the strong pressure penetrates all directions.

For a moment, Wen Xian only felt that he was shrouded in a strong murderous spirit, and his chest was repressed badly.

The speed of Wen Xian's whole person reached the extreme between the thunder and the potential. In the tower, the sun and the moon were miserable and the wind and cloud changed dramatically.

Like fighting with thousands of troops, she may be torn to pieces by the other party at any time, and the jade flute in her hand is completely useless.

Wen Xian's spotless eyes were filled with golden light, and her eyes were full of a trace of fear, but she still maintained her state of mind of fearlessness in the face of danger. The whole person instantly soared to the top of the tower, and the extremely fast speed made her feel dazzled.

The pursuit in the past three months is not as intense as it is now.

Just as Wen Xian was breathing, the sound of the sword coming out of the scabbard came from her place. For a moment, the dazzling golden light haloed the whole tower, and the wind and cloud surged.

As soon as Wen Xian looked at her, she immediately dived down. The sword on the top of the tower stabbed her like a thousand troops and horses. The number was amazing and murderous. There was no place to hide on both sides. The smell of death lingered in the depths of her body and heart.

Wen Xian looked closer and closer to the ground, but the bottom of her heart became more and more clear. This was the last level, and she must hold on.

If she can fight for a chance, she will never give up.

Suddenly, her whole body was devastated by the spiritual power. The swords that were about to stab her were blocked by the power that burst out of her whole body. Hundreds of knife tips were emitting golden light on her back.

At this time, she was sweating, and the moment of great impact put her whole person in great pain.

She clenched her teeth and looked back. Those dense swords were only a few inches away from her. If she came down a little bit, she would be cut into pieces immediately.

At the moment, she has nowhere to escape and can only hold on, but she doesn't know whether she can pass the examination as long as she holds on.

If she guesses correctly, this is the most explosive time in the Amethyst tower. As long as you avoid this time, you can pass the third round of assessment.

"Hmm!" Wen Xian pressed down a lot, and the sweat on his forehead dropped into the ground like beans.

"Zheng..." the sharp sound of the sword came like a bell, making her feel dull and swirling in her chest.

Her body and spiritual power have been brought into full play.

Now the sword came from the top, and she had no place to hide.

She slowly spread out her palm and looked at the crystal ball in her palm. Is she going to give up like this? She doesn't want to die here like this. She still has her brother and big revenge.

At the moment when Wen Xian wanted to crush the crystal ball, the purple gold tower was suddenly silent, and the atmosphere full of killing disappeared in an instant.

A white light flashed by, and she felt a lot easier behind her.

Looking up, she was surprised to find the change of the scene in front of her. She seemed to have left the golden tower and appeared in the broad square just now.

Turning around, a gorgeous silver, above her, her lonely body, in the cold wind, showed a magic like beauty.

Wu smiled: "Congratulations, you passed the third round of assessment."

Suddenly, Wen Xian's eyes were filled with water mist, and she actually passed.

Wu Huan said, "this last move is called a snare. Even people with high spiritual power can't escape, but you can hold on, and the test is your courage."

Wen Xian said with a smile, "I see."

Wu Huan said, "however, I still don't have the chance to honor the Deacon king inside and outside. I'll call you in. He will learn the rhythm techniques. The Lord also learns the rhythm techniques. You can discuss them with each other."

"Yes, elder. It's a great honor for me to come to deacon Wang's door to learn the music skills." Wen Xian smiled. She was already practicing the music skills and was satisfied.

"Elder, with what kind of qualification can you enter the inner respect?" she just looked at the deacon of the inner and outer respect. The deacon of the inner respect is not a bit stronger than the outer respect, and there is a big gap.

Wu Huan thought and said, "if you want to enter neizun, you need other assessments. As for the assessment time, I don't know. It may be this year, next year, two years later, or five years later. It depends on our Lord's happiness. Our Lord is still a child, so it depends on his own decision."

"It's a... Child." Wen Xian looked at Wu Huan incredulously.

According to those rumors, the Lord is as beautiful as a flower and amazing. Where did these rumors come from?

Wu Huan looked at Wen Xian's curious appearance, slightly touched his nose, frowned and smiled, "he is indeed a child in my eyes, about your age, and a child in my eyes."

Wen Xian also smiled. She felt that the elder Wuhuan was like a child.

Wen Xian was about to speak when he suddenly found a figure falling in the air.

Wu Huan quickly hit a spiritual force in his hand and dragged the fast and falling figure.

Before landing, blood droplets splashed down in mid air.

"Poof..." the man fell to the ground, but spit out a mouthful of blood.

Wen Xian glanced at the man who had just reminded them in the Zijin tower.

But why did he hurt so badly?

Look at herself. Compared with him, she is so happy that she doesn't have a wound on her body.

On his body, a white robe was almost dyed red by blood.