Chapter 14 Test through Refinement

Four men in black have similar faces. Everyone looked at Ye Qianqiu indifferently, with murderous intent in their eyes.

Ye Qianqiu was surrounded by the four of them and fought with all his strength. Although Ye Qianqiu tried his best and even sacrificed Taiji to kill him, he still failed to cut off one of them. Instead, he was injured all over. The scars cut by the strong killing before cracked again, and the blood overflowed out. It's hard to stop.

As a last resort, Ye Qianqiu stepped out, raised his hands, and the Qingyang sword was in the air. Eighty swords rotated around it, stepped on the blue nine heavenly steps, followed one of the four people, and shouted softly: "Seven-star Jade Dynasty array, the power of seven stars is combined, Qingyang!"

In the outside world, Chu Pomeng looked inside the empty mirror and said to himself, "The power of the seven stars sacrificed a sword. It's really smart!"

The sword spirit of the seven-star Jade Dynasty array gushed out, and all of them converged towards the Qingyang sword in front of Ye Qianqiu. Gradually, the Qingyang sword became divinely shining, and the sword spirit was frightening, which made people afraid to face it.

Ye Qianqiu roared, and his whole body surged like a raging fire, and was about to burn for nine days. Then he grabbed the Qingyang sword, jumped, and cut off a man in gray who was chasing him in front of him.

The sword light flashed, and a seven-eight-foot-long sword spirit burst out and went to the man in gray at a high speed.

The sword spirit is stirring, and even the void around it is shaking. The power of this sword is comparable to the sword of the practitioners at the peak of the nine heavens.

The man in gray narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his sleeves, took a step, and punched out.

The fist was deep, and another golden dragon flew out and roared towards Ye Qianqiu's sword spirit.

"Boom" the two fought, the sword spirit overflowed, and the golden dragon was beheaded, but seeing that it still did not dissipate, it was still very solid, so he cut towards the man in gray.

In the end, the sword was turbulent. A sword cut the man in gray in half, and the blood splashed everywhere, dyeing the void red. His body flew to both sides and slowly disappeared.

At the same moment, Ye Qianqiu moved again and flashed to the side, because he felt three powerful forces attacking him.

Sure enough, as expected, the other three men in gray shot together, with amazing power. There was a real void tremor. If it hadn't been for Ye Qianqiu's flashing quickly, I'm afraid he would have fallen under this blow!

Turning around, Ye Qianqiu held the Qingyang sword, and his whole body surged crazily. He rushed forward again to fight with the three men in gray.

Ye Qianqiu rushed among the three people. His fighting spirit was high and he had no intention of retreating at all. He knew that this was grinding, not to mention the grinding of the most holy strong man. Even if he was defeated, he could not be completely defeated. At least two of them must be killed to be regarded as success!

With such an idea, Ye Qianqiu became more and more crazy, and later her hair fell off. Her long black hair flew around, and the aura of her whole body surged like a fire, like a demon god coming out from under Jiuyou, which looked fascinating.

In the outside world, Chu Pomeng looked at the situation in the empty mirror and couldn't help laughing and said, "Good boy, you have the demeanor of me!"

Finally, Ye Qianqiu was stained with blood in blue, martial arts and Taoism, and cut off a man in gray again.

By this time, another day has passed in the empty mirror. After a day of continuous wars, Ye Qianqiu can no longer stand it. There is not much of Wanhua's spirit left in his body. He needs to rely on the aura of heaven and earth to supplement cohesion, but at this time, he still has two opponents, so he doesn't have this Time.

Ye Qianqiu, who tried his best, faced the two men in gray who did not seem to be tired, and there was no intention to be invincible in his heart. Some of them still had a strong sense of war. Such opponents are hard to find!

Just as he wanted to fight again, Chu Pomeng's voice came: "Well, you have passed the second test. I can pass on my stunts, but your body is not good now. You still have eight days. In these eight days, I will attract the thunder in the chaotic air mirror to hammer your body. Refining!"

After saying that, the two men in gray disappeared. Chu Pomeng gave Ye Qianqiu time to prepare, and soon the thunder in the sky would fall.

Ye Qianqiu's heart is a little convulsed. His body is already very strong. The original gas refining body, the heavenly thunder refining body, and the dragon gas refining body. Together, these will at least not be weaker than the ordinary peak six or seven heaven practitioners, but Chu Po Meng still said no, and he also has to lower the thunder of chaos to temper his body. What is the thunder of the sky? He didn't know, but he knew that it was definitely not weaker than the dragon spirit he met in the Xiaotian Demon Temple before!

However, he can't help it. This is Chu Pomeng's weapon space. He can't run away even if he wants to run away, and even if he runs out, he can't escape Chu Pomeng's palm.

So, Ye Qianqiu shook his head and slowly walked to the unfinished monster...

Since you can't escape, let's fight! After the meal, when luck healed, Ye Qianqiu thought so.

Finally, on the third day, Ye Qianqiu stood up and looked up at the highest part of the endless void, where a large dark red thunder cloud was condensed, in which endless thunder was surging wildly.

At this moment, Ye Qianqiu's heart was like water, extremely calm, and his eyes were like electricity, staring at the thunder cloud.

"Are you ready?" The voice of Chu Pomeng sounded.

Ye Qianqiu nodded and replied, "You can start at any time!"

"Okay, let's get started!" Chu Pomeng's words were very concise. As soon as he said this, the thunder cloud above Ye Qianqiu began to *.

Ye Qianqiu had a long black hair shawl, his eyes were like electricity, and then he tore off his clothes and wore a pair of white trousers. In this way, he stood under the thunder cloud, waiting for the tempering of the thunder in the sky.

Ye Qianqiu's body is very beautiful, his yellow skin is slightly white, and his muscles are not huge, which looks very harmonious, which is caused by his several physical refinements.

The Qingyang sword was held in his hand. He wanted to refine even the Qingyang sword together, because the Qingyang sword itself is infinitely close to the holy sword. It only takes one opportunity to cross that hurdle and become a holy weapon. At that time, Ye Qianqiu can also kill a peak even with the double cultivation of the peak. Sixty-seven practitioners, this is the power of holy weapons, which is difficult for ordinary people to imagine.

At this moment, there was a loud noise above, and a dark red thunderlight swooed down like a dragon and came towards Ye Qianqiu.

Ye Qianqiu was not afraid and surged up his original spirit, trying to seize his original spirit and recover the injury caused by the thunder of chaos with Wanhua spirit.

Under the thunder of the dark red sky, Ye Qianqiu's whole body was completely shrouded in it without deviation and lasted for a long time.

In the thunder, Ye Qianqiu clenched the Qingyang sword in one hand, clenched his fist in the other, and clenched his teeth. If you look carefully, you can see that his body has been bombarded with black scars, which are caused by thunder in the sky.

Then, the thunder dissipated, and the Wanhua spirit in Ye Qianqiu's body surged at those black scars. After a while, the black scars disappeared, leaving only a shallow lightning mark.

Ye Qianqiu's face became a little red again. The previous lightning strike was too horrible. He believed that if the peak of the double heaven, who had never had physical refining experience, would either be killed alive or his will collapse and die slowly.

Looking up, there were several thunder lights ready to go. This time, it was not one, but several. Ye Qianqiu felt a little headache. Just one was so horrible. What would it look like when a few came together?

Just as he thought so, there were several loud noises above, and a terrible breath filled the void.

"Boom...Boom..." A series of dark red thunderbolts hit Ye Qianqiu without any deviation, and Ye Qianqiu was submerged by lightning again.

Chu Pomeng looked at all this quietly outside and said to himself, "Kid, it's not difficult for you. The martial artist's body is not strong, but it's impossible. Try to survive!"

In the empty mirror, several thunder lights dissipated, and a charred figure was exposed from it. Yes, that figure was Ye Qianqiu. At this time, there were only two colors on his whole body, with black upper body and white lower body.

Even the white trousers were broken in many places, revealing his legs, and the exposed place was still as black as the upper body.

Clenched his teeth, Ye Qianqiu's body trembled slightly, and then surged up and began to heal his wounds. However, this time, all his time was obviously much longer. He slowly recovered. Ye Qianqiu's body returned to slightly white yellow skin again, but this time his skin seemed to have something more, just It looks like a layer of light film, which looks very powerful.

This is the initial performance of refining. It seems that he has experience in refining this time. He has made great progress in this field, and the success rate has been greatly improved.

At this time, there was a loud noise from above, and dozens of thunderstorms bombarded together, and the Taoist roads roared like dragons towards Ye Qianqiu.

The corners of Ye Qianqiu's eyes jumped and his heart said, "No, it's more and more fierce. When will it end if it goes on like this?"

Unless he finished thinking, the dozens of thunder lights had been smashed and shrouded him in endless thunder.

"Ah!" This time, Ye Qianqiu finally cried out for no other reason. Because it was too painful this time, not only was his body hit with black marks, but also the flesh and blood in some places were hit everywhere, suffering. In addition to shouting, he really couldn't think of any other way to relieve this. It's painful.

The thunder has not dissipated for a long time, and Ye Qianqiu's cry is continuous. In his hand, the brilliance of the Qingyang sword is also shining more and more. It seems that it is not far from the holy level.

Chu Pomeng looked at the situation in the empty mirror without blinking. Finally, he sighed and said, "It's still early. This is just the beginning!"

Poor Ye Qianqiu is in endless thunder, but he doesn't know that this is just the beginning!