Chapter 185 The Body of the Mixed Hole, Anfeng An Family

One fierce fight had just ended, and another one was about to begin. The disciples were very excited, and they kept shouting, urging them to start as soon as possible.

An Zhongshan looked gentle, but he was actually a sword cultivator. He just hid his evil spirit in his body during his years of training outside, and it was not easy to show it.

After the ceremony, a bright light jumped out from between An Zhongshan's eyebrows, but it was a sword ball, with cold sword energy, surrounding An Zhongshan's body, spinning non-stop. In an instant, the high platform was full of cold sword energy, which was extremely powerful in the eyes of ordinary people.

But Pan Wen was not afraid at all when he saw this scene. He laughed and waved his sleeves. A dark and mysterious light shot out. This was the energy of the yin and yang mixed hole, which could consume everything. This mysterious energy flew out for only a breath, and it was like ink splashing and spreading, and it occupied half of the sky in an instant. Pan Wen's perception should be the water-attributed Tao rhyme. This yin and yang mixed hole energy was like a river rolling back, and it was a great decision and a great upheaval. In an instant, it submerged the sword energy shot by An Zhongshan.

The sharp sword energy was swept away by this mysterious light, and it couldn't even raise a wave, appearing extremely powerless. Even this mysterious light enveloped An Zhongshan, squeezing out An Zhongshan's space bit by bit.

This Pan Wen was so arrogant that he actually directly oppressed with the big trend. This was to win by relying on his rich Dansha. However, Pan Wen's Dancheng second-grade also had this arrogant capital. Among the ten major disciples, except for Hua Jianling, who ranked first, who was Dancheng second-grade, he was the only one. The others were Dancheng third-grade.

At the beginning, it was also because of the mellow Dansha that Pan Wen was able to defeat the original ten disciples with his not particularly brilliant Taoism. Moreover, Dansha was forcing each other to be upright. In the face of the general trend, unorthodox methods would not work.

Seeing Pan Wen urging him so hard, An Zhongshan looked cold and exhaled a stream of clear air from his mouth, which wrapped around the sword ball. The sword ball suddenly became more hazy, as if it was changing between reality and illusion, and this was also the effect of this clear air.

An Zhongshan's Qi Dao practiced a method he had encountered by chance, called the Xuanling Tianji Sutra. The Xuanling Qi cultivated had the effect of isolating external Qi, which was very clear, so it seemed to be changing between reality and illusion.

With the protection of the Xuanling Qi, the sword ball easily shot through the curtain composed of the Yin and Yang mixed cave Qi. The sword Qi it carried directly tore a big hole in the curtain. The remaining wisp of Xuanling Qi even prevented the curtain from gathering. Pan Wen's general trend had been broken.

But An Zhongshan's face was not relaxed at all. When Pan Wen saw the sword ball coming, he stretched out his hand directly, intending to catch it. You know, with the power of the sword ball nurtured by the mind of the Jindan Zhenren, there is no big problem in splitting mountains and cracking rocks.

However, the palm of Pan Wen, who seemed to be exaggerating and showing off, could faintly see the dark light. It turned out that the Yin-Yang mixed cave energy had covered his palm without knowing when.

The sword ball shot out with a sound of breaking through the air, and the cold light made people worry about when their necks would be cut off. Just when the sword ball was less than three feet away from Pan Wen, Pan Wen's palm suddenly stretched out, as fast as lightning, and his shadow could not be seen, trying to catch the sword ball.

However, the sword ball that matched An Zhongshan's mind was faster, and the sword light split into two, passing through the two sides of Pan Wen's palm and attacking Pan Wen's neck. The people watching the battle were all worried. The easy-going Zhenren on the extreme sky also sat up a little, ready to rescue people at any time. If Pan Wen died here, it would be a pity.

Pan Wen showed a hint of disdain at the corner of his mouth, and did not dodge. A dark and mysterious light appeared on both sides of his neck, which was extremely thick, like mixed cast steel, and blocked the fatal blow of the sword ball for him, and even had the spare power to eject the sword ball far away.

Seeing that the Yin-Yang Mixed Cave Qi cultivated by Pan Wen was so powerful, An Zhongshan could not help but think of the previous outside saying that Pan Wen had successfully cultivated the Mixed Cave Body. The Mixed Cave Body is a body training method contained in the Yin-Yang Mixed Cave Treasure Scripture, one of the Nine Sutras. The whole body is covered with Yin-Yang Mixed Cave Qi, which is difficult to be hurt by gold and stone, and water and fire cannot enter.

If Pan Wen really cultivated this Mixed Cave Body successfully, An Zhongshan could choose to withdraw and leave. There is not much chance of winning. Trying his best will only get a result of neither winning nor losing. Why waste his energy? However, An Zhongshan believes that Pan Wen has not actually cultivated this Mixed Cave Body, and there should be a weakness that can be broken by chance.

With the idea of ​​finding Pan Wen's weakness in mind, An Zhongshan moved his mind and the sword balls that split into two continued to split, directly splitting into tens of thousands of them, but there were only 128 real swords among them, and the rest were virtual swords, which played a role in confusing the audience.

The rain of swords swept across the sky, and the clear light was overflowing, like colorful moths flying, and like catkins flying. The scene was so spectacular, but under the beautiful appearance, there was a deep murderous intent.

Under the swirling sword balls, there was no way to see Pan Wen's figure, as if he was wrapped in an iron ball, which was very funny.

Seeing An Zhongshan's method, Zhi Tianxuan on the sky asked: "I wonder which family this boy is from?"

A real person on the right side looked down and stroked his beard and said: "This boy is a member of the An family in Anfeng. I saw him when I was a guest in Junior Brother Yun Panli's cave a few years ago."

"Oh, no wonder his sword-controlling method seems familiar to me. It turns out that he is a disciple of Junior Brother Yun." Zhi Tianxuan made a look of sudden enlightenment.

The battle below was still going on. Pan Wen was wrapped in the boundless sword ball and could not escape. He struggled to spread the Yin-Yang mixed cave energy to form a shield to prevent the sword ball from pressing further.

The situation turned so fast that Wu Yi felt that the numerical advantage was nothing in front of the Jindan Zhenren. They waved their hands and sent thousands of sword qi. Even if Wu Yi released all the ghosts, they would probably just serve food to An Zhongshan and be chopped in minutes.

Did he fail like this? Wu Yi looked at the scene in the field and thought so in his heart. He couldn't imagine that the first two battles kicked off these cultivators who had occupied the position of the top ten disciples for thirty years. Such a thing had never happened before.

Just when everyone thought Pan Wen was going to lose, Pan Wen, who was squeezed to the point of having no place to stand, grinned, and the rich and pure Yin and Yang mixed cave energy came out of his body. Although he was sweating and panting, his momentum did not decline under the continuous squeezing, but instead rose.

"Not good, he is using my hand to hone his skills." Seeing this scene, An Zhongshan exclaimed, not only stopped the pressure, but withdrew some of the sword balls to try to interrupt Pan Wen's breakthrough.

"It's too late." Pan Wen smiled grimly, his cold eyes revealed a gleam of brilliance, choosing someone to devour, no longer worried about the sword balls flying in the sky, taking a big step forward, letting the sword balls hit his body, every time the sword balls were about to tear his skin, there was always a dark and mysterious light that blocked the sword balls.

At this moment, Pan Wen's mixed cave body has been fully developed.

Snap, Pan Wen stretched out his palm and slapped, and the flying sword balls were directly slapped towards An Zhongshan. If An Zhongshan hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been almost pierced through by his own sword balls.

But what really surprised An Zhongshan was not Pan Wen's great strength, but Pan Wen's ability to dissolve his mysterious spirit. Doesn't this mean that he didn't even have the chance to attack Pan Wen?

The next test was as An Zhongshan expected. Pan Wen's cultivation level was indeed a step higher. He had to sigh and said to the Taoist Gao Guan in the outside world: "Master, I admit defeat."

After defeating An Zhongshan, Pan Wen was very proud and showed a cruel look at Wang Chuchen, who was slightly taller than him.

The battle among the top ten disciples not only includes the battle between non-top ten disciples and top ten disciples, but also the battle for ranking among the top ten disciples. Obviously, Pan Wen regards Wang Chuchen as his next opponent.

Pan Wen defeated An Zhongshan's challenge and then fought two more battles in a row. Although there were ups and downs, Pan Wen passed them without any danger. He was not afraid of other people's attacks at all after cultivating the mixed hole body. Even if he could not be worn away by the Yin and Yang mixed hole energy, he could not even be injured, let alone defeat him.

After Pan Wen fought three games, he could rest according to convention. Pan Wen did not have the idea of ​​self-abuse and chose to rest. So, the next challenger chose Wang Chuchen.

A frost-white smoke hung down from the air, gently folded, separated to both sides, and fell on the high platform where Wang Chuchen was. It was a female crown with long hair to the waist, plain face and white skirt, red lips and white teeth, and skin like cream. However, there was a chill all over her body. She was clearly an iceberg beauty. It seemed that the Tao rhyme she had comprehended should be related to ice.

After the nun came on stage, she bowed slightly to Wang Chuchen, and with a sweep of her white hands, snowflakes flew all over the sky. The high platform was instantly chilly. Wang Chuchen bowed his head and raised the flute. The graceful flute sound flowed slowly, and the lingering sound swept away countless snowflakes.

The snowflakes continued to dance. As time passed, they became as hard as iron. With the thin edges, it was not an exaggeration to say that they were flying knives all over the sky. Occasionally, the snowflakes collided, making a clanging sound.

At this time, both Wang Chuchen and the nun were accumulating their own strength. The flute sound was heard from afar, and after being bounced back by the shield outside the high platform, the momentum was much louder. All this seemed to be within Wang Chuchen's expectations. The flute sound and the echo that bounced back blended with each other, harmoniously and peacefully. The flying snowflakes slowed down a lot in this sound.

The snowflakes controlled by the nun gradually formed an ice and snow formation while flying continuously. People outside could hardly see the nun's face. The dense snowflakes blocked everyone's sight, and also blocked Wang Chuchen's sight. Although at such a close distance, a trace of her face could still be seen in the gaps between the flying snowflakes.

His sight was blocked by the snowflakes, and his spiritual consciousness could not penetrate. Wang Chuchen fell into a situation where the enemy was in the dark and he was in the light. He no longer waited and hibernated. The long-accumulated sound waves gathered together and rushed to the place where the nun was, that is, where the snowflakes were flying.

If the thunder exploded, the snowflakes would suddenly stagnate and then explode. But the snowflakes fell, and a big hole was blown out of the snowflake formation. The face of the nun inside was clearly visible. Although the formation was broken, she showed a slight smile at the corner of her mouth, which was obviously a backup plan.

The sound waves that had almost condensed into substance continued to advance, and snowflakes fell to the ground like salt, staining the ground with a layer of ice crystals. Moreover, this ice crystal spread at a very fast speed, and soon spread to Wang Chuchen's feet, and even the soles of his shoes were stained with spots of frost.

Wang Chuchen shook off the frost with his energy, and sent out the outer gods. He had not even used the outer gods so far, and at this time, the outer gods were just the right means to stop the female crown.