"This, this, how is this possible-" Some White Tiger disciples were unable to accept this result and exclaimed.

Although Xiang Chen defeated Bai Hao once on Baihu Island before, it was based on the power of magic weapons.

However, at this moment, Bai Hao was defeated with pure swordsmanship.

Although swordsmanship is not all Bai Hao's strength, it is useless to have stronger killer moves.

But he really lost to the other party in kendo.

Not only the disciples of the White Tiger Clan, but also the disciples of other races all saw ghosts.

However, the disciples of Xiang Chen's generation were extremely excited, and some people couldn't help but cheer and shout: "Senior Brother is mighty!"

Xiang Chen's strength also made a fuss for their disciples this time.

The many generations of disciples of Jie Sect are not to say that the older the, the stronger the more powerful. What is really powerful is the geniuses in each generation who can continue to make progress.

Even among the first ten generations of disciples, after living for a long time, they were stuck in the realm of Taiyi Immortal Lord and could not move forward. There were too many subsequent new disciples who caught up with them in their later practice and surpassed those ahead.

Bai Hao looked at Xiang Chen with a look of humiliation, his heart clenched his fists and swore in his heart that he must find the place back.

Fairy Qiongxiao nodded in appreciation: "Yes, your sword technique combines a variety of different blood powers, which is the practice of the eight or nine mysterious skills?

He also cleverly integrates the power of the formation with the eight trigrams of heaven and earth. In terms of the power of this set of sword techniques itself, the power of many quasi-saint-level sword techniques at this level is no less than that of Taiyi Immortal Lord’s realm.”

Xiang Chen bowed and bowed: "I'm so ugly, thank you for your comment."

"However, your sword technique still has shortcomings, and the coordination between the power of the Bagua and the power of the eight bloodlines is still flawed-"

Qiongxiao began to decompose the flaws and shortcomings of Xiang Chen in his swordsmanship. Many people at this level could not see the flaws, but those with such cultivation could magnify and discover them.

After she analyzed it through, Xiang Chen felt enlightened and said that the other party was worthy of being a female war god-level figure of the Jie Sect.

This sermon lasted for a full three months, and Xiang Chen was in the limelight.

When the bell rang at the end of the sermon, the disciples stood up and saluted, saying respectfully: "Thank you, Empress, for solving the doubts!"

After the salute, the disciples left one after another.

But Qiongxiao and Xiang Chen did not leave.

Qiongxiao said directly: "San sister said you want me to give me a guide to the eternal method of practice in the moment?"

Xiang Chen nodded repeatedly and bowed and said, "Please help me solve my doubts!"

Xiang Chen didn't say it before, because this is a secret recipe of the Saint-level martial arts and not everyone is qualified to listen to it.

Xiang Chen followed Qiongxiao through the broken void barrier, and the scene in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly.

The long river of time flowing with star sand winds under your feet, and each wave reflects fragments of different time and space.

"Look at it." Qiongxiao pointed and struck the river surface, and eighty-one sword shadows appeared in the ripples: "The essence of instant eternity lies in finding the string of time and space resonance."

The sword shadow suddenly collapsed into a spot of light, and then exploded thousands of sword lights in the next moment. Xiang Chen found that the ends of his hair were growing and withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, while Qiongxiao's sword intent became more and more dazzling in the retracement of time.

"Master, this is..."

"I compressed the three breaths of time into an instant." The sword energy bursting out from Qiongxiao's fingertips carved a nine-level light wheel in the void: "Just like the ten thousand-pole instant kill you have ever used, the essence is the resonance between space folding and time acceleration."

Xiang Chen's whole body was shocked, and the shadow of Kunpeng that appeared behind him spread out his wings uncontrollably.

The blue-gold feathers cut through time and space, forming small vortexes in the field - this is the Wanji Instant Killing Technique that he has been practicing for countless years.

Qiongxiao suddenly refined the shadow of the long river of time into a sword sheath, and the seven treasures of golden silk turned into flowing light and wrapped around Xiang Chen's wrist: "Use your Kunpeng field to wrap my sword energy."

The moment the first ray of sword energy penetrated into the blood vessels, Xiang Chen felt that the pores in his body were erupting in the turbulent flow of time and space. The Jianmu root system penetrated the void and absorbed energy frantically, and the 360 ​​acupoints lit up the time Taoist pattern at the same time.

"No!" Qiongxiao's time node was shattering his left shoulder: "The rhythm of the golden crow flapping its wings and Kunpeng Fuyao is half a breath. This superposition will tear the soul apart!"

Xiang Chen hummed and spewed out blood with fragments of time and space. The Xuanwu's double pupil suddenly appeared in his right eye, and he calculated 7,800 resonance frequencies in a thousandth of an instant.

"Come again!"

Kunpeng's wings spread thousands of miles, and each feather was trembling at high frequency. The waves of time condensed into liquid light balls at the tip of the wings, and thousands of sword shadows could be vaguely overlapped inside.

A smile appeared on the corner of Qiongxiao's mouth, and the golden dragon scissors turned into Yin-Yang Pisces and jumped into the light ball. Xiang Chen suddenly saw that he was fighting with the twelve Taiyi Immortals, each sword was superimposed with the power of different time and space.

"It's now!" Qiongxiao's voice transmission sounded like thunder.

Xiang Chen's wings overlapped into a cross, and the eternal anchor pattern lit up in the center of the vortex of time and space. The potential energy accumulated by millions of wings exploded at this moment, and the space-time structure of a thousand miles was shattered like glass hit by a heavy hammer.

"Eternal anchor, condense!"

The essence and blood of the natal world condensed into a blood-colored hourglass in the middle of the eyebrows. Xiang Chen saw that his soul was split infinitely. The three figures of the past, present, and future raised their hands at the same time and set up golden marks at different locations in the long river of time.

Qiongxiao suddenly waved his sleeve and stirred up a storm of time. The anchor point that Xiang Chengang condensed instantly collapsed. In the severe pain of his skin being cracked in an inch, he heard a cold admonition: "The true eternity must bear the billions of reincarnations washed by time!"

The Jianmu root system suddenly burst into chaotic green light, gathering the fragments of the collapsed anchor points again. Xiang Chen's left eye lit up the heavenly fox's pupils, and he actually refined his life memory into an anchor point carrier.

"Happiness, anger, sorrow, joy..." The nine-tailed phantom swayed behind him, and each emotion turned into a chain of anchor points.

"Disciple understands that the eternal anchor should be based on the seven emotions as the ropes and the six desires as the stakes!"

The long river of time and space suddenly stirred up storm, and countless past fragments poured into the soul.

Xiang Chen saw the scene of himself being torn apart by a white tiger during the trial, the moment Bai Cang fell in the illusion, and even saw the cunning flashing in his eyes when Fairy Bixiao kneaded the golden-devouring rat.

"break!"

The blood-colored hourglass reorganized in the emotional wave and turned into an eternal anchor wrapped around the chain of seven emotions. When the anchor tip pierced into the long river of time, Xiang Chen felt that his existence was nailed to a mysterious dimension.

Qiongxiao suddenly pulled out the black hole pearl and jade in his earrings, compressing the space-time of thousands of miles into the size of a mustard seed: "It is only if I can't die if I take my three swords."

When the first sword stabbed, Xiang Chen's protective energy freezes in the moment. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to penetrate the middle of his eyebrows, the eternal anchor suddenly flickered, and his figure appeared out of thin air in front of three breaths.

"It's interesting."

Qiongxiao's sword edge suddenly split into 129,600, and each sword light corresponds to the murderous intent of a certain time node: "Come again, all disasters will come together!"

Xiang Chen's body split instantly and turned into countless afterimages of time that appeared at the same time to avoid.

"The last sword." Qiongxiao's figure suddenly appeared at the end of all timelines, and the tip of the sword was wrapped around the breath of silence that made the saint afraid of it.

Xiang Chen's soul began to fade, spitting out his semen and blood in his mouth

Xiang Chen collapsed on the ground, and then he realized that his Taoist robe was soaked in cold sweat.

"Thank you for advice." Just as he was about to salute, Qiongxiao was held with a sword sheath.

"remember,"

The vision of time and space annihilation flashed in the female war god's eyes: "The eternal anchor can not only save lives, but also..."
Chapter completed!