"Me?!" Song Qilin looked stunned, then smiled bitterly, "Young Master Ye, you really praised me. Huang Yue said everything, my elders are all defeated under these nine levels. I will challenge you, aren't you completely defeated?"

Ye Xuan shook his head slightly and said, "That's not how the sword tomb's breakthrough is. They will send people based on the realm of the people who pass the level, and they have always only sent people of the same level."

"Is there anything else?" Song Qilin looked stunned.

He thought he wanted to challenge the person who had never won the Champions League back then.

If it's just the same situation, you can try it!

"Okay, I'll go!"

Song Qilin's fighting spirit was rekindled and decided to go through the Nine Levels.

Huang Yue opened his mouth and said nothing in the end.

In fact, he wanted to say that the sword cultivator in the sword tomb is invincible in the same realm of swordsmanship...

It’s still far from Shan Jian Pavilion.

As the oldest being among the Ten Thousand Hegemons of the East Desolation, what they know is far beyond the reach of people.

If Jianzhong is a mature kendo monk, then Lishan Jiange is just a child who is just good at walking, wielding his wooden sword randomly.

If the two are forced to fight head-on, it is clear who wins and who loses.

It is true that the sword tomb has retired for so many years, but this does not mean that their disciples have stopped practicing.

Just like the Immortal King Hall of the Southern Region, the Supreme Pavilion of the Middle Earth is the same principle.

Song Qilin walked forward with his sword alone, and disappeared into the wind and snow in a blink of an eye.

Ye Xuan raised his right hand and gently wiped the void in front of him.

It seemed as if the wind and snow in that space were erased, revealing a void mirror.

And in the smooth mirror, there was a young man in white walking with his sword in his arms.

It was Song Qilin.

"He lost." Huang Yue sighed.

"I did lose." Ye Xuan said calmly.

"Why?" Zhou Youwei was quite puzzled.

She had seen Song Qilin take action when she was in Hengduan Mountain. In her opinion, Song Qilin's swordsmanship is quite strong, and she dare not underestimate it.

But now, why did Song Qilin just enter the pass and Huang Yue and his husband say that he had lost?

Zhou Youwei didn't see the trick.

"Youwei will be careful in a while, this will also help you." Ye Xuan said softly.

"Okay." Zhou Youwei tapped her head and carefully observed the mirror.

After leaving Ye Xuan and his party, Song Qilin walked only a dozen steps and buried it in the wind and snow. He could not sense the breath of Ye Xuan and others.

Song Qilin was calm and did not panic at all.

He believed that since Young Master Ye said that there were nine levels here, it must be like this.

It has to be said that the wind and snow here are extremely strange, which can not only block people's sight, but also block people's spiritual consciousness.

Who can find where the sword tomb is in such a dangerous place?

You should know that the entire northern land is thousands of miles wide, covered with wind and snow all year round, and is covered with white space. Who can find the sword tomb?

After leaving for a while, Song Qilin stopped.

Because he saw a figure ahead.

The figure stood in the wind and snow, with a majestic figure and as motionless as a mountain.

Instead of using his true energy and magic power, he stood there straight, like a sharp sword, allowing the wind and snow to blow, covering his body. He had been fighting for no reason.

When Song Qilin arrived, the man slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were calm, and he said slowly: "The sword tomb is closed, and the person coming will stop."

The sound was thick, but with a terrifying sword energy, it rushed out in an instant, directly shattering the surrounding wind and snow.

And in the space between him and Song Qilin, the wind and snow stopped directly.

Song Qilin looked solemnly, staring at the other person, and a look of shock flashed in his eyes.

Like him, the other party is also in the realm of heaven and man.

But the other party's sword cultivation made him feel like he was as heavy as a mountain, pressing on his shoulders, and even breathing became extremely difficult.

This person is very strong!

I couldn't help but recall what Mr. Ye said in my mind. Song Qilin gritted his teeth, clasped his fists with his hands, and said loudly: "Song Qilin, a disciple of the third peak of Jian Pavilion in Lishan, came to pass the barrier. I hope that fellow Taoist of Jianzhong will give me advice!"

The arrogant young man wearing black clothes and standing with his hands on his back, looked at Song Qilin calmly when he heard this.

Immediately, the tall and arrogant young man stretched out his hand and made a call.

Seeing this, Song Qilin stabilized his sword heart and his eyes became calm and sharp.

"Don't fellow Taoist take the sword?" Song Qilin said.

The other party didn't even draw his sword. How despised this made Song Qilin feel angry.

He was the successor of the third peak of Lishan Jiange, and has he ever been so despised?

The handsome young man shook his head slowly and said, "The person who comes to pass the barrier is not an enemy, so he does not need to draw his sword."

"But you can still draw a sword. This is the rule of our sword tomb."

Although Song Qilin was angry when he heard this, he understood that he was just competitive and unwilling to take advantage of it. So he said, "Since that's the case, then I won't draw my sword."

"It's up to you." The tall and arrogant young man said slowly.

"Let's start." Song Qilin's body was slightly bowed.

The next moment.

The wind and snow around were stagnant.

Swallows!——

Immediately afterwards, the wind and snow turned into swords and thousands of swords were fired!

The overwhelming snow sword rushed towards the majestic young man in the sword tomb.

Seeing this, the handsome young man looked calm and did not move too much. He raised his right hand and shook it.

boom!

In an instant, the ten thousand swords transformed by the wind and snow stagnated in an instant, then turned the tip of the sword, aimed at Song Qilin, and instantly came out!

Swallows!——

The sound of breaking through the air was extremely shrill.

Song Qilin's face was slightly dark, and he turned into a divine sword. He broke through ten thousand swords with one sword, and instantly reached the expression of a great young man. He pointed his right hand at the sword point, pointing directly to the eyebrows of a great young man.

There is a way to win!

boom!

Song Qilin stopped three inches in front of the tall young man with a finger, stopped suddenly, his mouth slightly raised, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "I won."

"You won?"

However, at this time, a joking voice came from behind, and the figure in front of Song Qilin turned into a phantom and disappeared.

Song Qilin suddenly froze in place.

It turned out that the great young man's sword finger was three inches behind Song Qilin's head.

Turn defeat into victory.

The two of them fought each other very briefly and almost ended in the blink of an eye.

The tall and arrogant young man retreated, stood at the position where Song Qilin was before, and said calmly: "You have another chance. No matter whether you draw the sword or not, if you lose, you will leave the sword tomb and do not disturb you anymore. Otherwise, you will be killed. Do you understand?"

Song Qilin turned around and looked extremely solemn. He looked at the beautiful young man and nodded slightly and said, "I understand."

"Let's take action." said the Wei'an Youth.

Song Qilin took a deep breath, his eyes clear, he held the Qilin swords behind him, and said slowly: "Before taking action, can you ask Brother Dao's name?"
Chapter completed!