My teacher is a bit strong

Next, the only thing she needs is to show Su Anran her ability to control sword energy.

Even in her heart, she still hopes that Su Anran can last longer, so that she can discover some new combinations of sword qi that she has learned.

Seeing the dozens of tangible sword qi emerging from Dongfang Jasmine, Su Anran shook her head: "It's all fancy."

Then, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers.

An invisible sword energy suddenly appeared in Dongfang Jasmine's perception.

That's a...

Dongfang Jasmine didn't know how to describe the sword energy.

It feels like the sword qi condensed by the sword repairer who has just learned how to use sword qi. Not only is the structure not stable at all, there is even no spiritual imprint on it that is exclusive to the sword repairer himself.

No matter how you look at it, it is obviously very clumsy.

But Dongfang Jasmine felt the moment when she sensed this sword energy, the hairs all over her body stood on end.

An unprecedented sense of danger completely enveloped her.

This made her feel cold all over, and her consciousness seemed to be frozen.

But when she realized that something was wrong and wanted to get away first before looking for a counterattack, she suddenly found that the sword energy had come to her.

At this moment, Dongfang Jasmine only had one thought in her heart: so fast!

next second.

"boom--"

There was a loud bang, and it sounded suddenly.

A white mushroom cloud slowly rises.

The berserk airflow raged out from the center of the range of the explosion with an unrivaled posture - Dongfang Jasmine's hut was the first to bear the brunt, and it was completely turned into a cloud of dust almost instantly.And this piece of raging airflow, almost without the slightest stagnation, began to radiate crazily towards the periphery. The ground was almost trampled by war and stomped fiercely, and spider web-like cracks spread out crazily. Qi is ejected from the crack like a high-pressure airflow.

The scene of disaster like the doomsday was instantly engraved in Dongfang Shuang's pupils.

As for Dongfang Jasmine, as early as the moment Su Anran's sword energy erupted, hundreds of blood arrows shot out from her body.

Dressed in plain white, it turned into bright red in an instant.

And it was almost the next second when the explosion sounded.

Dozens of tyrannical auras appeared in the sky.

Or Jianguang, or Baoguang, to name a few.

Su Anran was completely locked in by the aura of more than thirty supreme beings in an instant.

A dozen or so young, middle-aged, old, burly, or thin figures landed in front of Su Anran one after another.

"Who did it!" With a roar of anger, a middle-aged man roared with red eyes, and then stared at Su Anran.

"It was your daughter who made the first move." Su Anran said without hesitation.

"I'll kill you!" The middle-aged man roared angrily, and was about to rush towards Su Anran.

But there were two figures next to him, one in front and one behind, blocking each other.

"Let me kill this bastard!"

"Second brother (second brother), calm down! Calm down!"

"It wasn't your child who had the accident, so of course you can say such sarcastic remarks!" The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and he wished he could tear Su Anran into pieces, "This bastard dares to treat Jasmine like this, I...I must kill him today!" killed him!"

"It's your daughter who insisted on asking me to compete, and made me go all out." Su Anran stood there with an innocent face, "I've told her that something might happen to her if I go all out. But if your daughter doesn't believe it, what can I do?"

"you you……"

"Second brother, calm down first, he is Huang Zi's disciple! ... Besides, don't you have a son!"

"My son went to Tang Shiyun to compete! This Tai Yigu is going to kill my second wife's heir!"

"Then your son went to my Third Senior Sister, I'm afraid it's really bad luck." Su Anran curled her lips, "This man is going to commit suicide, you can't stop him."

"I'm going to kill this bastard today!"

"calm down!"

"Su Anran, you can shut up!"

Su Anran pouted.

Xindao: I want to shut up, but you all insist on staring at me and asking, can I not speak.

In the sky, a sword light that came and went, went and returned.

But this time, Jian Guang brought a person over.

"Elder Sister..." Su Anran felt a little aggrieved when she saw the person coming.

"Go all out?" Fang Qianwen didn't know what happened when she saw the battle.

"Master Fang, please save my daughter!" The middle-aged man who was yelling to kill Su Anran just now rushed to Fang Qianwen and said in a deep voice.

Fang Qianwen nodded, then walked quickly to the side of Dongfang Jasmine, who had passed out on the ground, her face was as white as paper, and stretched out her hand to check.

But as she checked, the brows became more and more wrinkled: "The sea of ​​gods was shaken, the soul was injured, there were more than one hundred and eight puncture wounds on the body, the acupuncture points were ruptured, and the true energy..."

"Master Fang, money is not a problem, as long as..."

"Oh, that will help."

"..."

The audience is lonely.

Chapter 375 Eligibility

The breeze blows by.

Obviously, it should be a cool breeze, but everyone who was swept by this breeze shuddered involuntarily, and some people's faces became paler, and some of them even uttered a few words. He coughed softly, but spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, and the aura on his body was still decaying at an alarming rate.

There are not many monks in the team.

There are about 40 people.

But you must know that this team originally had 300 people.

Of course, going all the way forward, as some people began to fall behind the rhythm, there were only a few people left in the end.

Those monks who coughed up blood looked a little bleak.

They glanced at the seemingly endless mountain road, and finally understood why such a mountain name was engraved on the stone tablet at the foot of the mountain.

Not return.

The name of this mountain is not to persuade them not to look back, not to give up, but to tell them that from the moment they set foot on this mountain, there is a road of no return.

The road of sword cultivation is a road of no return.

This is a path that cannot be given up.

And the quitters...

"what--"

A scream sounded suddenly.

A monk who walked to the end, probably because he couldn't hold on, finally fell on the mountain road.

And the original breeze turned into a whistling gust of wind in an instant—it was only at this time that one could see clearly that this so-called breeze was not a tiny airflow formed when the air flowed, but was invisible to countless naked eyes. The special "air flow" formed by the fierce sword energy.

Other sword cultivators marching on this mountain road, and every time they face these "clear winds", they must use their own true energy to stimulate sword energy or stellar energy shields to fight. Only in this way can they ensure that they can continue to move forward without As a result, he was injured and even died.

This is also the reason why the faces of the monks turn pale every time the breeze blows past.

Not everyone can resist the sweep of these sword qi without any influence.

The sword cultivator who had fallen to the ground had obviously exhausted his true qi in his body, and was almost in a state of exhaustion, so how could he still have the strength to resist the sweeping of these sword qi?

Almost instantly, he was sieved by these sword qi, and he couldn't die any more.

Blood slowly flowed down the mountain road.

The faces of the other sword cultivators became a little more ugly.

But no one stopped.

Because countless fallen sword cultivators have proved with facts that if they dare to stay in place for more than five seconds, the sword energy they will bear next will intensify.

A feeling of sorrow for the death of a rabbit spread among this group of sword cultivators.

The team is still moving forward.

Nobody stopped.

Because to stop means death.

unless……

The few sword cultivators walking in the front row suddenly quickened their pace.

Soon, there was a bit of commotion in the team, and more and more sword repairers began to move faster. A strange new force supported these monks and began to move forward at a faster pace. They all saw the name " survival" hope.

Nobody likes death.

Not to mention willing to die just like that.

On the left side of the mountain road with almost no end in sight, there is a teahouse suddenly.

The word "No Return" is still written on the banner next to the teahouse.

Only this time, in the eyes of these sword cultivators, they became kinder.

"Boss! I want a pot of tea."

Almost every sword cultivator who rushed to the teahouse couldn't wait to start shouting.

Naturally, there would be no boss in the teahouse.

But after those who yelled this sentence sat down, a pot of tea and a porcelain bowl appeared on the empty table in front of them.

No monk wasted this hard-won moment.

Individuals who are impatient don't even need a bowl, and start drinking directly at the spout.

As the tea entered their throats, the complexions on the faces of these sword repairmen gradually became better, and they were no longer as pale as before.

A warm feeling rose from their abdomen, and soon spread to the whole body, there was a warm feeling.But what they really care about is not these, but they can actually feel that the true qi in their bodies has become thicker, and even the condensed sword qi and stellar qi have become much thicker. It is a strength increase that is clearly visible to the naked eye.

Everyone's eyes became eager again as they headed towards the mountain road that continued upward.

The monks in the mysterious world are all greedy, and almost everyone will fall into it after experiencing this feeling of instantly becoming stronger.

The dozen or so monks who were at the front got up again, and continued up the mountain without hesitation.

The ten or so monks in the middle of the team hesitated for a while, and then half of them also got up and went up the mountain.

"Oh." Someone sighed lightly.

"My strength is limited, so I won't continue. I hope you will cherish it."

After the sword cultivator finished speaking, he put the teapot on the table, but he didn't get up, but continued to sit where he was.

After about ten seconds, his figure completely disappeared in front of everyone.

"No return on the mountain, no return, no complaints, no regrets, and no fear." Someone chuckled, "This is the potential squeezing method of Jianzong back then. Either go on until the potential is completely squeezed out, or die... rather than die In the hands of the Yaozu, it is better to just die under this kind of training... I can't walk anymore, after passing two teahouses, it is my limit, everyone take care of it."

After all, he also put down the teapot.

After a while, he also disappeared in front of everyone.

Jianzong did not return to the mountain.

This is an assessment method used to squeeze the potential of Jianzong Jianxiu back then.

From the moment you set foot on the road of no return, you can only move forward and not turn back. Only when you walk in front of this teahouse and drink a bowl of warm tea can you choose whether to move forward or give up: if you give up, you will naturally be rejected. Teleport away; if you want to continue to move forward, then it will be another round of potential squeeze-the blowing of sword energy like a breeze is constantly consuming the true energy of these sword cultivators and completely squeezing their limit potential.

no return.

Take the road of no regrets.

So people need to know themselves.