"Peng..."

A wave of air bloomed from Su Yan's feet, blowing her school uniform and skirt flying up. Her long snowy legs were bathed in the flames, which made people feel particularly beautiful, and it also made people feel worried about her.

This wave of air comes from the first power of the Nine Sky Flame Dragon Dance, singing and dancing lightly!

It seems that Su Yan plans to rely on the first gravity to pass this level.

Although the speed has slowed down, it is still very stable.

When Su Yan crossed the forty-meter line, a wave of air swirled up, and she also spit out a second force, the second level of the Nine Sky Flame Dragon Dance - Fire Fei Cuiwu!

Two flame forces collided with each other, and a storm formed and stirred up in the Holy Fire Sword Pool.

In an instant, the sound of gasping in the air was filled with air conditioning. Even the onlookers and the guards of the holy land showed an incredible expression. The Nine-Dragon Flame Dragon Dance, one of the top mental methods of the Dragon Spirit Continent, and the unique skills of the Hundred Saints Alliance were indeed well-deserved!

"Su Yan is so awesome..."

"Yes, with her peak spiritual realm cultivation level, she easily crossed the forty-meter line. Oh my god... Even a person who is known as a genius may not be able to do this, right?"

"The reason why the Su family can stand firm on the Dragon Spirit Continent is probably because of this..."

"So strong Su Yan, will she cross fifty meters and set a new record?"

...

Just as everyone's amazement, Su Yan approached fifty meters step by step. Although he was difficult and slow, he did not retreat and unswervingly walked towards the core of the Holy Fire Sword Pool.

"It's fifty meters!"

Someone screamed.

Just as Su Yan approached fifty meters, a cyclone swept across the core.

I looked from a distance and felt that the spiritual power in Su Yan's body erupted like a small volcano. Suddenly, a fiery red field appeared around her, as if a huge barrier was formed. It was the third center of gravity of the Nine-Dawn Flame Dragon Dance - Ye Wu Qingcheng!

Amid the violent impact of spiritual power, her delicate body trembled slightly, but then she still took an extremely firm step.

"It's fifty-one meters..."

"Oh my god, does she still have the strength to move forward?"

Everyone was shocked, and even Yu Wen Qing sneered.

Mu Xuan hugged his arms, looked at Su Yan's figure from afar, and remained silent.

Fang Qingyuan frowned, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, as if he was a little disdainful.

"Will she challenge sixty meters?" Mu Xuan pondered, as if asking himself, but he could not answer this question.

"Very likely!"

Zhao Shuyue said: "Since she has passed fifty meters, it is impossible not to challenge sixty meters. After all, sixty meters is a record. Once this record is broken, she will be the first person to challenge the Holy Fire Sword Pool!"

...

At this moment, Su Yan suddenly turned, not going straight to the core of the sword pool, but went slanted, and walked straight towards a thin sword in the sword pool. The long sword was dim and dull. I don’t know how many years it has been covered with dust, maybe a hundred years or a thousand years, right?

“Um…”

The surface of Fei Yan's battle suit began to be molten. Su Yan let out a painful hum, but she still walked towards the long sword step by step. After three steps, she walked for nearly five minutes.

"Xiaoyan..." Tang Queran looked worried and frowned slightly.

With a bang, Su Yan's palm fell on the hilt of the sword, and the dust on it shook, revealing the hilt of the sword below. The gorgeous sword body suddenly made everyone stunned. A faint starry sky power appeared around the sword body. This was actually a starry sky-level spiritual weapon?!

"Oh My God!"

"How did she know?"

"Starry Sky-level spiritual weapon... There are actually starry Sky-level spiritual weapons hidden in the Holy Fire Sword Pool..."

Everyone was both upset and regretful, annoyed that the starry sky spiritual weapon fell into the hands of others, regretting that they did not have the strength and knowledge of Su Yan, and just passed by the starry sky-level spiritual weapon, which was very regretful!

Just the moment Su Yan drew out his long sword, he flew back.

I hurriedly stepped forward, and quickly caught her with her eyes and hands. Just as Su Yan hit me into my arms, I also had Haoran's spirit. For a moment, my body was unbalanced. I hurriedly started the Tianfeng Dragon Spin, stood firm on the dragon stake, and slid nearly ten meters on the stone floor before barely stopping. Su Yan vomited blood and was actually injured.

"Is it okay?"

Tutor Rant fell from the sky and gave Su Yan a pill, saying, "Eat the blood and energy pill quickly."

"Yeah, thank you mentor."

After swallowing the pill, Su Yan's complexion improved a lot. Then she looked at me, pursed her lips and said, "Thank you, foodie..."

"You are the one who is your own, why are you polite?"

I patted the flame on my arm to resolve its invasion of the body, which allowed me to see in advance how terrifying the power in the Holy Fire Sword Pool was.

Su Yan raised the long sword in his hand, with the power of the starry sky surging, and the ancient words were carved on the hilt of the sword - Tan Yue!

Tang Queran couldn't help but say in surprise: "Xiaoyan, it's the Tan Yue Sword... The Tan Yue Sword has been recorded in historical books. This is a sword that has been lost for thousands of years. It actually...it will be hidden in the Holy Fire Sword Pool. How did you discover it?"

Su Yan was very happy and said, "I don't know either. I just felt like this sword was calling me, so I walked over."

"That's fine..."

...

At this time, while everyone was amazed at Su Yan's brilliant achievements, Fang Qingyuan and Yu Wenqing almost entered the sword pool together. Both of them were at the peak of the human imperial realm. Once they entered the sword pool, they immediately attracted everyone's attention.

In terms of strength, Fang Qingyuan is the challenger of this Holy Fire Sword Pool that everyone is most aware of!

The two of them walked side by side, just like walking in the garden.

It was not until after entering forty meters that it became difficult.

Fifty meters have passed in a blink of an eye.

The viewers outside the sword pool were stunned.

...

"Sisi..."

A wisp of ice energy actually appeared under Yu Wenqing's feet, which immediately offset the impact of flames after it was derived. He put his hands behind him, and his whole body seemed to be as natural as the sword energy.

"Hantian Sword Technique."

Su Yan frowned and said, "This is the Hantian Sword Technique passed down by Shi Tianxing to Yu Wen Qing. He has practiced it to at least five levels. No wonder he is determined to win it."

On the other hand, Fang Qingyuan was more calm and he took every step much easier, and his feet kept exploding with crystal-like energy balls.

"What is Fang Qingyuan practicing?" I asked.

"Futu Sword Technique."

Tang Queran said: "The Futu Sword Art is mysterious and powerful. Although it is only a second-rate sword art, it is also one of the top sword arts. Fang Qingyuan used the Futu beads condensed from the sword art to resist the flames of the Holy Fire Sword Pool. His understanding and understanding of the Futu Sword Art is probably far from being comparable to others."

I frowned, and the spiritual cleavage was very clear, and began to see the actions of the two of them in the depths of the sword pool in the distance.

...

Walk side by side, the flames raged.

While trying hard to resist the flames, Yuwen Qing whispered: "Fang Qingyuan, you and I will participate in the Holy Land Trial, why not join forces? Only by joining forces can we firmly maintain the position of the top three in the Abyss Trial under the siege of Su Yan, Tong Zhuo, Wang Ning and other geniuses. What do you think?"

“Not what.”

Fang Qingyuan walked forward step by step, with a sneer on his lips: "I know you have a grudge against the people from Wanling Academy, but... just because you still want to cooperate with me, are you worthy?"

"What do you mean?" Fang Qingyuan frowned.

"You know it yourself, get out of here, trash, you don't deserve to stand with me!"

Fang Qingyuan stomped his feet suddenly, and a series of futu beads exploded on one side, crushing with a fierce momentum, as if sword energy was blown up nearby.

Yu Wenqing couldn't resist it and snorted bitterly. The Hantian Sword Technique had no time to be used and was bombarded with the wind. He walked to fifty-five meters but returned in vain. He even vomited blood and shot back to the edge of the sword pool like a cannonball.

"elder brother!"

"Senior!"

Yuwen Qi and Mu Yingying hurriedly supported each other, their faces turned ashen.

Yu Wenqing vomited another mouthful of blood, his face full of resentment and anger: "Fang Qingyuan, you bastard, sooner or later, I will let you know the consequences of offending me, Yu Wenqing!"

The onlookers were also shocked. No one expected that Fang Qingyuan would start the game in the middle, making Yuwen Qing, a first-class master, return in vain!

But this is power, this is the law they recognize.

The weak have no say.

...

In the sword pool, Fang Qingyuan walked step by step toward 66 meters deep, and finally made a difficult breakthrough. Then he drew out a long golden spirit sword, floated out, and exited the sword pool with great ease.

"Sixty-six meters!"

Everyone was shocked: "A new record has appeared... It is said that the record set by the peerless genius Luo Yan a year ago was only 65 meters, but it was actually broken by Fang Qingyuan today! Awesome... amazing..."

As a result, Fang Qingyuan held the long sword surrounded by flames, looked at everyone with a look of contempt, and said lightly: "Who else is the leader of the Holy Fire Sword Pool this year?"

The students of Shengwu Academy congratulated each other, and even several mentors went to congratulate. For the mentors, it would be particularly important to have a good relationship with these geniuses who are destined to become peerless strong men.
To be continued...