I have countless red envelopes

The moon hangs high, and there is no cloud in the sky.

After the first round of trials, Dingsheng took the lead and got the chance.

After a short wait and rest, Xiang Tianyang pinched his hands and retracted the nine-nine sword formation into the cave.

Immediately afterwards, the aura of his right hand condensed, and a red rune was turned out, and the red rune was directly sent into the cave with aura!

The next moment, when the red rune entered into the spiritual cave, the spiritual cave revolved rapidly, and finally accompanied by bursts of roaring sound, the spiritual cave immediately cast a huge red beam of light, covering a distance of about ten meters. Cover it.

When the red beam of light appeared, the center point of the red beam of light was glowing heavily, and the last withered and ruined red flower appeared in everyone's eyes!

"What kind of flower is this? Why have you never seen it?"

Shen Fan looked at this withered, dilapidated, but very strange and mysterious flower, with doubts on his face.

Chen Batian explained: "This flower is called the Blood Sword Flower! It contains a very high kendo mood. The second round of trials is precisely related to this Blood Sword Flower!"

Just as Chen Batian's voice fell, Xiang Tianyang's voice rang again and introduced to everyone: "This is a blood sword flower, and there is a kendo mood inside!

In the first round of trials, both sides of the competition have mastery of sword intent!

And this second round of trials is to test the comprehension abilities of both parties!

Who can comprehend a new set of swordsmanship in this blood sword flower, who can win this trial!Limited time for half an hour!

Representatives of both parties are invited to enter together!"

"Understanding swordsmanship from flowers? This second round of trials is a bit interesting!"

After listening to the introduction of the rules, Shen Fan showed a strong interest.

Chen Batian chuckled softly: "Although it is interesting to comprehend the sword technique from the blood sword flower, no one has succeeded in hundreds of years!

So Brother Shen Fan, don't underestimate the difficulty of comprehending this sword technique!"

"No one has succeeded in hundreds of years? That's even more interesting!

it is good!Let me see the strangeness of this blood sword flower!"

Shen Fan's eyes condensed, and he immediately jumped into the red beam of light.

When Shen Fan just landed, Zhang Lanyu also fell into the red beam of light with Shen Fan almost at the same time.

Within the red beam.

Shen Fan and Zhang Lanyu looked at each other and smiled: "Young Master Zhang is handsome and graceful. Shen Fan has been admiring him for a long time. Just in the first round, Shen Fan just won by fluke!

Let us in this second round, just like another try!"

Zhang Lanyu chuckled softly, and said: "Brother Shen is too Qian! Lanyu is interested in this! Please!"

After the words fell nails, the two approached the blood sword flower tacitly.

When the two of them got closer, they felt that the kendo artistic conception contained in them was continuously spreading outward!

Although this kendo artistic conception is extremely strong, it has an unspeakable sense of decay, so that the two people in it are inexplicably drawn by the kendo artistic conception, feeling a burst of unspeakable sadness in their hearts.

"This kendo artistic conception withered and withered, seems to be an extremely sad emotion...

What kind of mood will this be?"

Feeling this kendo mood, Zhang Lanyu muttered to herself, and finally sat cross-legged, closing his eyes and fully comprehending the kendo mood.

Shen Fan did the same, sitting with his eyes closed, immersed in this powerful but sad mood.

At the moment when he closed his eyes, Shen Fan first felt a chaos, nothingness and ethereal.

But before he knew it, Shen Fan's consciousness came to a dark passage.

Looking forward, there is a faint flame.

But looking back, there was a heavy and pitch-black darkness behind him.

"What is this place?

Why did I come here suddenly?"

Looking at the incomparably unfamiliar passage all around, Shen Fan looked solemn, and finally decided to move towards the flames.

I don't know how long to walk through this dark passage, until Shen Fan approaches the faint fire light.

Shen Fan's figure has come to the end of the passage.

This is a magnificent and solemn hall, surrounded by strange patterns that Shen Fan has never seen before, with mysterious and incomprehensible characters, monsters with strange shapes, and magnificent and gorgeous mysterious towers.

And in the center of the hall, there is a looming red light group hanging, which is constantly emitting a faint light.

This red light was the faint fire light that Shen Fan had seen before.

When Shen Fan's gaze shifted downward, Shen Fan saw that under the faint firelight, there was a figure with white hair but invisible face, sitting cross-legged.

Just as all Shen Fan's attention was concentrated on this gray-haired figure, a vicissitudes of life sounded in his ears: "A lifetime of monkhood, a lifetime of enlightenment. In exchange for eternal invincibility, corpses are everywhere.

There is no double method in the world, but it is not worth the passing years.I was extremely splendid and could not hide the mottled tears of the past.Looking back, the world is dead, and I can't find the same year..."

"who are you?"

Hearing this vicissitudes of life and distant voice, Shen Fan stared at the white-haired figure sitting cross-legged in front of him.

Shen Fan's voice kept echoing in this pitch-black hall, but he received no response.

Shen Fan's expression sank, and he immediately approached the white figure!

But what shocked him was that no matter how close he was, he couldn't get even half a step closer to the white-haired figure!

He speeded up.

He even used the wind sword intent to increase his speed.

But still can't get close to the white-haired figure!

He stopped.

He knows that this white-haired figure is by no means easy!

If he doesn't want to let himself close, even if he tries his best, he can't get close to half a point!

It’s just that he is strange why he suddenly came into this hall, he was just still in Silver Tiger Villa...

Shen Fan, who was slightly calm, flashed a flash of light in his mind, and immediately guessed: "Is this related to the second round of trials?"

"If this is the case! It seems that the words he said just now may be the key to comprehending swordsmanship from the blood sword flower.

I was extremely splendid and could not hide the mottled tears of the past.Looking back, the world is dead, and I can't find the same year...

Very familiar words and sentences, seem to be seen somewhere."

Shen Fan muttered the words and sentences that the weird voice just said, feeling a moment of deja vu.

But I just can't remember where I have seen this phrase.

"The whole world is silent, I can't find the same year...

This word, in the sense of sadness and dying, has a sword incomparably sad.

I have never felt such a sad sword intent. It seems that the difficulty of this second round of trials is dozens of times more difficult than I imagined.

No wonder Chen Batian had just given him a good rest, and now is the time for full enlightenment."

Thinking of this, Shen Fan gathered his mind and no longer cared about the white-haired figure, but fully realized the extremely sad sword intent hidden in the sentence just now.

When Shen Fan was fully aware of the sword intent, the white-haired figure who had been motionless, suddenly smiled....