Chapter 570: Changes in the Sword Pond

Standing in front of the gate of the magic circle, Cheng Lijun was about to step in.

"Wait!"

Mingde Zhenjun called out and stopped Cheng Lijun. Cheng Lijun stopped and looked up at Mingde Zhenjun. Yangshen Zhenjun's aura was as deep as the abyss and as powerful as a mountain. The general consciousness of the awakened realm was too fragile and would collapse at the slightest contact. They did not dare to look directly at Yangshen Zhenjun.

Mingde Zhenjun did not restrain his aura, and of course, he did not deliberately target Cheng Lijun, but spread it naturally.

Cheng Lijun was not frightened by this aura. Although the gathered consciousness was swaying and dazed like a drunkard, it was still a distance away from the degree of collapse.

She controlled herself and kept her eyes fixed.

"Cheng Lijun, are you still going to look for the best flying sword?"

"So many people have failed, and those who succeeded only have medium-grade flying swords. Only by entering the sword pool can you know that it is not easy to capture the shadow of a flying sword. Now, do you still want to do that?"

The voice of Mingde Zhenjun echoed inside and outside the Sword-asking Pavilion.

Everyone was shocked when the voice came into their ears.

Mo Qicai couldn't help but frowned. Of course, he was optimistic about Cheng Lijun.

But, the best flying sword?

How is it possible?

In the past three hundred years, no disciple of Tianjian Sect has ever captured the shadow of a top-grade flying sword during the Sword-asking Trial. Only a few people have obtained the shadow of a top-grade flying sword. For the past three hundred years, these people have not exceeded two digits, which can be said to be counted on one's fingers.

What virtue and ability does Cheng Lijun have?

Being able to capture a top-grade flying sword is already the glory of the Sword-asking Sect.

The best flying sword?

Impossible!

Whether it was Mo Qicai, Jin Guang Zhenren, or the disciples who participated in the trial, their eyes fell on Cheng Lijun standing at the entrance of the magic circle.

Their expressions were different.

After Jiang Xunyun took a look, he lowered his head and almost couldn't help laughing.

What's the saying?

Ignorance is fearless!

This girl from the country town is ignorant!

Top-grade flying sword?

How dare she?

You know, half of the shadow of this middle-grade flying sword was captured by her strength and half was luck. If there was a slight mistake, she would only have a low-grade flying sword.

Everyone said that this country girl was talented and extraordinary.

He wanted to see how she would step down later!

Cheng Lijun didn't say anything. She just nodded to Mingde Zhenjun, and then strode into the sword pool. After watching Cheng Lijun enter the sword pool, Mingde Zhenjun stroked his long beard and chuckled.

Mo Qicai turned his head and glanced at Xu Huanyan.

Xu Huanyan looked at him and smiled bitterly.

At this time, Cheng Lijun had already entered the sword pool. After entering, the acupoints of her whole body opened up and her thoughts escaped to form an incomplete Yin Shen.

In an instant, the breath rushed into the sky.

It was not like Jiang Xunyun's conscious burst of divine thoughts, forming a wolf smoke and rushing towards the sky above the sword pool.

Jiang Xunyun's method came from the secret method of the Jiang family.

Xu Huanyan did not understand this secret method.

Even if the Sword-asking Sect belongs to the Guizang Hall of the Tianjian Sect and is a faction of the Jiang family, there are still factions between factions, and they are not really as close as a family.

Xu Huanyan did give Cheng Lijun some secret tricks.

However, after Cheng Lijun entered the sword pool, she found that the secret tricks taught by her master were useless. In short, she could not use them, and those methods were not suitable for her.

After entering the sword pool, the thoughts naturally started to work.

The three hundred and sixty acupoints opened up and spread out in all directions uncontrollably. The sword pool seemed to be boundless and vast, but Cheng Lijun's divine thoughts were also like this, continuous and boundless. In a single thought, the entire sword pool was filled.

Regardless of front, back, left, right, up, down, high or low, wherever the thoughts went, everything was visible.

At this moment, Cheng Lijun had an illusion, as if the sword pool was contained in her body. Although the shadows of those flying swords were meteors, she was a sea of ​​stars.

A moment is eternity!

This sentence was said with deep emotion, but it can also be used at this time.

Thousands of flying swords rushed towards Cheng Lijun like meteors, and on the way, a brilliant galaxy was formed. The entire sword pool was upside down.

The shadows of the dozen or so top-grade flying swords suspended at the top of the sword pool were also like this. They no longer remained arrogant and cold, but gathered together like other flying swords.

It's just that there are some special things!

The other flying swords, even the top-grade ones, avoided the dozen flying swords as much as possible and did not approach them. Instead, they let these guys reunite in front of them, becoming the top of the brilliant galaxy, and followed them to rush towards Cheng Lijun.

At the same time, outside the Sword-asking Pavilion.

The color of Mingde Zhenjun suddenly changed, his face was interlaced with purple and green, and a Yang Shen that was the same as the original body flew out of the ancestral orifice and floated in the Sword-asking Pavilion.

A green jade flying sword was hanging above his head.

A hazy halo flickered, and infinite power permeated.

The change in the sword pool caused the magic circle of the Sword-asking Pavilion to shake and tremble, and a powerful energy wave hit it. Mingde Zhenjun did not understand what happened inside. He only knew that he had to go all out. Only by going all out could he control the change in the magic circle.

If not, let the magic circle collapse.

If the energy waves brewing in the sword pool rushed out, the entire Sword-asking Sect, whether it was the inner sect or the lower house, perhaps only a few Xiantian Zhenren and himself could survive?

A few miles away, Tianheng Peak.

Under the Bodhi tree, Nie Wushuang, who was sitting on a recliner, suddenly opened his eyes.

Although the energy fluctuations from the Sword-asking Pavilion were temporarily suppressed by Master Mingde, Master Mingde's Yang Spirit aura escaped uncontrollably. Although they were several miles apart, Nie Wushuang could sense it, and even Cheng Lijun's aura in the Sword Pond was not isolated.

After all, Cheng Lijun relied on him to become what she is now.

She had Nie Wushuang's mark on her body. If she encountered danger, even in the Sword Pond or in the Heavenly Sword Sect's array, Nie Wushuang would be able to sense it.

He could go to rescue her as soon as possible, as long as he wanted.

However, Nie Wushuang did not feel that Cheng Lijun was in any danger, so he yawned, closed his eyes again, and continued to bask in the sun.

He was not wrong, Cheng Lijun was indeed not in danger.

Although the Sword Pond was rioting and had changes, it was a good thing for her.

At first, there were a dozen flying swords circling around her. Not far away, there was an inverted galaxy waiting for her, just like the PR ladies of Shanghai Flower waiting in line for selection.

If this batch doesn't work, then change to another batch!

Cheng Lijun took a glance. Among these dozen top-grade flying swords, seven or eight flying swords had followed their masters. They still had the aura of their original masters, which seemed very powerful. However, this aura was not liked by Cheng Lijun. After taking a look, those flying swords flew away.

There were seven flying swords left!