Chapter 223. Myth in the Sword

The thunder split heavily on the hard earth. The earth trembled, and the ground cracked one after another, spreading like a spider's web, and it was about to collapse.

A small thick green light spot appeared from the towering tree and scattered on the earth. The cracked land began to slowly repair, and finally returned to its original appearance.

Judging from the fine sweat on his face, it is not without price.

"There is also the best thunderstorm." Wang Jun wiped the sweat on his face and waited for it.

There are nine colors of thunderstorms, and there are nine thunderstorms in each color. The thunderstorms caused by warriors of different qualifications are also different.

The colors are arranged according to the power, which are light white, white, dark white; light yellow, yellow, golden; light purple, purple, dark purple.

The power of the nine thunders in each color is increasing, and each color, the power of the heavenly disaster will be more terrible. Each three colors is a big threshold, and the power will be doubled.

Only nine light white thunderstorms with extremely poor qualifications can be passed by a pig.

Generally, martial artists can attract three-color 27 thunderbolt, and they can usually pass, and occasionally someone will fail.

Within the three colors, although the power of the heavenly disaster is still terrible, it can be accepted.

At the beginning of the fourth color, the power of the heavenly disaster began to be terrible, and Wang Jun's heavenly disaster reached the fifth color, yellow.

The heavenly disaster can reach the fifth color. After successfully crossing the disaster, it can generally reach the heavenly realm. There will never be too many people who can reach the fifth color in the whole college. Every 50 people can probably have one person.

"Boom!"

The last thunder that was infinitely close to gold suddenly fell.

"Bum, bang, bang."

The land immediately began to crack, and countless cracks spread rapidly, and ravines formed on the land. Even if there were green light spots to repair, it was a drop in the bucket.

"Explosion!"

Finally, the land could no longer be repaired, and the big tree suddenly exploded, turning into countless flying ash and dissipating in the air.

The thunder passed through the land, and everyone only saw a touch of yellow floating by, and then disappeared.

"Puff."

Wang Jun's face suddenly turned purple, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell softly to the ground. His body was burnt black. Obviously, he was seriously injured. If he was not treated in time, he was likely to die.

Ye Fan was anxious and just wanted to go up to save him, but he stopped his footsteps.

If you go up by yourself, you may be targeted by the thunder that has not yet dissipated. At that time, the two of them will cross the disaster together, and it is likely to kill Wang Jun.

Looking at the sky, there was a yellow light in the sky, and then a yellow beam of light shrouded Wang Jun's body through the heavy clouds.

The injury on the latter's body was quickly repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his face slowly returned to normal, and his body was constantly exuding waves of tide-like momentum. With the passage of time, it became stronger and stronger!

The light shrouded the scene for about five minutes. Wang Jun opened his eyes and looked at his body happily. Then he glanced at Ye Fan under the stage, because there were only a few people, and he could naturally see it.

"Brother Ye, long time no see." Wang Jun rushed down and came to Ye Fan.

"Long time no see." Ye Fan said with a smile.

"Are you planning to get through the disaster when you come here?" Wang Jun's tone was slightly doubtful.

"Yeah, yes." Ye Fan didn't intend to hide it. When those people are well, it's his turn.

"Great, you're going to get through the disaster." Wang Jun said happily that there was a feeling of a township test together and a high school achievement together.

"Congratulations on your success in the disaster, and it's also the fifth color thunder. It's very good." Ye Fan said with a smile.

"No, Brother Ye must be better than me." Wang Jun touched his head shyly and said.

"How are you doing now?" Ye Fan said curiously.

"The second floor of Bailianjing." Wang Jun replied truthfully.

"Huh? Why isn't it the first floor of Bailianjing?" Ye Fan didn't understand.

"Because I am the fifth color of thunder. After the first three-color disaster, it is the first layer of the hundred refining realm, and the middle three colors are the second layer of the hundred refining realm. As for the latter three colors, it is even more horrible. Each color can improve a realm. The ninth color can be directly upgraded to the fifth floor of Bailianjing, but in the whole continent, it seems that only one person has reached the ninth color and survived. Wang Jun told Ye Fan everything he knew.

"Who is it?" Ye Fan said curiously.

"Myth in the Sword - Ximen Blowing Snow." There is an indescribable worship in Wang Jun's eyes.

"Hss!" Ye Fan took a breath of cold air.

There is a kind of person who can approach the realm of God. Because he is ruthless.

There is a kind of swordsmanship that no one can see. Because people who have seen it have been grounded.

There is a kind of loneliness that is indescribable. Because it comes from the depths of the soul.

This is the description of Ximen that Ye Fan knew in his previous life. Such a man can only exist in fantasy, because there can't be such a terrible man in the world.

I didn't expect that it really existed here. This should be just a coincidence. After all, the Ximen in the previous life was just an illusory character.

If this is really the case, it's terrible. As long as this god-like man is not really trapped by love, he is absolutely invincible in the world. Even if he is on this plane now, he will fly to the human world in the future. As long as he is given time, he is definitely an invincible person.

"What, do you know him?" Wang Jun opened his mouth wide with a trace of uncertainty.

"I don't know." Ye Fan said with a wry smile that this thing is too troublesome to explain.

"Then why are you so surprised?" Wang Jun said doubtfully.

"Of course I'm surprised because he can get through the nine-color thunder." Ye Fan had an idea and quickly made up an excuse to say so.

"Oh, yes, when I knew it, I was stunned." Wang Jun said honestly without doubting him.

Ye Fan exhaled secretly. If it was Alice, it would not be so easy to deceive. Ninety-nine would be exposed, but Alice would not embarrass herself and would definitely pretend not know.

The two stood like this for an afternoon, admiring one "young talent" after another to come to the stage to overcome the disaster. Most of them were within the three colors, and occasionally a fourth color thunder appeared.

There are not many people in the first place, and soon it will be Ye Fan's turn.

"Brother, come on." Wang Jun said with a smile, cheering up Ye Fan.

"Ye-huh." Ye Fan smiled and turned around and walked to the platform.

He stood quietly on the huge platform and looked up at the sky.

"Come on." Ye Fan's clothes are windless and automatic, and there is unparalleled self-confidence in his voice!

PS: I really don't want to change the name Ximen Fuxue. This god-like man can only deserve such a name.

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