The rain of knives on the knife mountain, each knife is the size of a zhang, which is not at all comparable to the rain of knives on the road, it looks really terrifying.

"Bang!" came and a large knife fell on the shield of one of the monks, and suddenly, sparks burst out, and the monk's body sank suddenly, and it seemed that it was about to touch the giant knife growing under his feet!

"I'll give up!" At that moment, the monk roared, and his body suddenly shone brightly, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared out of thin air, and he didn't know where he went!

"It's terrifying, even Han Ming of the Korean Liuyun Sect has given up like this, it seems that we won't be able to pass this level!" In the crowd in front of Ye Xiaofan, a monk said dejectedly.

"It seems that we can't get over it, after all, our cultivation is not as strong as Han Minggao, and our strength is not as strong as his. Someone said.

Ye Xiaofan listened to the side for a while, looked at these people for a while, and found that there was no one he knew, so he flew directly over this group of people and flew towards the knife mountain.

"Who is this person? Why did you fly up the Knife Mountain in a hurry?" Ye Xiaofan flew into the Knife Mountain, which instantly attracted the attention of the monks under the mountain, and someone exclaimed.

"It seems that he is a disciple of a certain top sect in the Wei State and the Chu State, and only the monks of those two countries have such confidence. Someone replied.

"No, I've seen the people of Chu and Wei just now. Someone shook his head as if he had thought of something.

"Which country's top sect disciple is that?" someone asked.

"Behind us, it seems that there is only the Qin State, right?" someone said uncertainly: "However, we also saw the people of the Qin State Hao Tianzong just now also passed through the Sword Mountain?"

When everyone was talking, Ye Xiaofan had already flown up the knife mountain, and at this time, there was a sound of "Qiang" breaking the sky in the sky, and there was a sound of "Qiang Qiang" below.

At this time, Ye Xiaofan wiped it on the storage bag, and a shield flew out, instantly becoming larger, blocking the sky above his head.

This shield was Ye Xiaofan who killed the early stage monk in Baoqing City, and he had never used it, and now he took out this shield, originally he wanted to summon Ziyang Ding, but there were so many people under the mountain, he didn't want Ziyang Ding to be seen by others.

"Qiang!" The rain of knives fell, and a huge knife fell on the shield, and suddenly, Ye Xiaofan's body couldn't help but sink.

"Bang!" Ye Xiaofan's body sank, and suddenly, the Qingyun Sword he was stepping on touched the giant knife growing below, making a loud noise.

"Grass!" Ye Xiaofan couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth, the power of the knife rain on this knife mountain is simply incomparable to that of the knife rain on the road below, at least the power has increased by more than three times, and Ye Xiaofan feels that the more he flies towards the knife mountain, the pressure is still increasing.

"Qiang Qiang ......" Ye Xiaofan twisted the sword trick in his hand and kept releasing the sword qi, but it was extremely difficult to smash the giant sword in front of him, he had to release at least ten sword qi before he could smash a giant sword!

"It can't go on like this. Ye Xiaofan felt a huge impact from above his head, and when he looked up and glanced up, he found that there was a crack in the shield, damn, this shield is also a medium-grade magic weapon, it is so vulnerable?

Ye Xiaofan was surprised, knowing that it would not work like this, this shield could hold out until this round of knife rain had passed, and when the next round of knife rain came, this shield would come to an end. But now, there are so many people watching under the mountain, and there are people in front of them, Ziyang Ding can never be summoned, although this is the road to the competition, it is the territory of Lingxiao Sect, but who dares to guarantee that after leaving Lingxiao Sect, no one will think about Ziyang Ding and notice themselves?

At the same time, Ye Xiaofan also believed that as long as he summoned Ziyang Ding, this knife mountain could only be regarded as an egg, and he could easily pass it.

The rain of swords on this sword mountain, whether it is powerful or lasting, is longer than the small and large on the road, and it is not at all something that ordinary monks can pass through.

"It seems that we can only take a risk, and it's a big deal to quit. Ye Xiaofan thought for a while, and made a decision in his heart, and with a movement of his heart, the light of the Qingyun Sword flashed, and in the midst of a soft sound, it instantly arrived in Ye Xiaofan's hands.

"Break it for me!" Ye Xiaofan floated in the air, threw the Qingyun Sword forward, and under the pinching of both hands, the light on the Qingyun Sword shone brightly, and instantly became larger, turning into a zhang in size, and then, under Ye Xiaofan's finger, the Qingyun Sword flew out and slashed towards the falling sword rain and the crazy giant knife.

The sound of "Qiang Qiang ......" was endless, and at this time, Ye Xiaofan stepped out and landed on the long knives that were cut off by the Qingyun Sword, and where the Qingyun Sword passed, the giant knife collapsed and shattered to the ground.

"What is he, is it a top-grade spiritual weapon? Otherwise, how could it be so powerful?" At the foot of the mountain, someone couldn't help but exclaim in surprise when they saw this scene.

"The best spirit weapon can easily smash the giant knife?" someone sneered and said, "I think, at least it is also a mid-grade Xuan-level, otherwise it will never have such great power!"

"Yes, I think that long sword is also a treasure of the middle grade of the Xuan level, otherwise it would not easily smash the giant sword. Someone nodded in agreement.

Ye Xiaofan's Qingyun Sword is a heaven-level best magic weapon, and in front of the Xuan-level Qingyun Sword, he is not worthy of carrying shoes!

Under the invincibility of the Qingyun Sword, Ye Xiaofan survived a rain of swords safely, and then he stepped on the Qingyun Sword again, flying to the top of the mountain Moreover, it didn't take long for him to surpass the three people who started to go up the mountain.

"This fellow Daoist, let's go up the mountain together, so that we can also have a care, and have a greater chance to pass through the Dao Mountain!" As Ye Xiaofan galloped past the three of them, one of them suddenly shouted to Ye Xiaofan.

"No, thank you for your kindness, I'm afraid that it will affect you!" Ye Xiaofan didn't look back, leaving a sentence, and in the blink of an eye, it was a hundred zhang away.

It was at this time that the sky rained down with a torrential rain, and the long knives on the ground grew wildly.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaofan once again released a shield to cover the top of his head, and at the same time, his feet suddenly stepped on the Qingyun Sword, causing the Qingyun Sword to fall heavily on the giant knife that had just grown, and it was crushed by the Qingyun Sword.

The giant knife on the knife mountain, after being cut or chopped, will not continue to grow, but will not return to its original appearance until after the knife rain, this subtle part, Ye Xiaofan has already discovered it when he was under the mountain just now.

"Hurry!" Ye Xiaofan's heart moved, and the Qingyun Sword flew out from his feet, and at the same time, he pinched the trick with both hands, and controlled the Qingyun Sword to fly out, slashing towards the rain of swords and the giant knife growing in front of him.

Qingyun flew in the air, turning into a rainbow, the light was shining, and with the sound of "Qiang", the long knives around him shattered instantly, Ye Xiaofan moved forward quickly, and there was Qingyun Sword opening the way in front of him, and this sword rain could not block his way forward.

Finally, the rain of swords passed again, Ye Xiaofan flew on the sword, galloped away, finally, he saw the top of the mountain, and soon reached the top of the mountain, here, there is a platform, not very big, about ten zhang, there are more than a dozen people on it, one by one are cross-kneeling breathing, Ye Xiaofan stood on the flying sword, glanced at these people, suddenly, his gaze stopped somewhere on the platform, there, there is a familiar figure sitting cross-legged!