Chapter 794 The Sixth Floor without Any Pressure

"Eighth level? Teacher, I really didn't expect that you would be so optimistic about Ci Song. When I was at the literary master level, I entered the Immortal Struggle Stage Trial, but I only stepped onto the eighth level of the Immortal Struggle Stage, and I didn't last more than ten breaths on the eighth level."

Hearing Ran Qiu's evaluation of Ci Song, even Chen Xintong was surprised. After all, his teacher hadn't evaluated a young talent like this for many years.

"Ci Song is different from you. When you face the Immortal Shadow, you can only exert 50% of your strength at most, but Ci Song can exert all of his strength."

Ran Qiu chuckled and said, "So the Immortal Struggle Stage is not a particularly difficult thing for him. Of course, the Immortal Shadow of the eighth level has reached the level of a literary master, and can be the law of heaven and earth. He can reach the eighth level, which is already the limit."

Listening to Ran Qiu's explanation, Chen Xintong nodded. When he entered the Immortal Struggle Stage Trial, his strength was greatly suppressed, especially the Saint's Eye, which was not even as good as ordinary pupil skills at the seventh level.

If Chen Xintong were to face the Immortal Shadow on the eighth floor of the Immortal Stage in his prime, he would be confident that he could defeat it in a cup of tea.

While the master and the apprentice were talking, Ci Song in the light curtain had already fought with the Immortal Shadow on the sixth floor of the Immortal Stage, and judging from Ci Song's appearance, he was still at ease.

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The Immortal Shadow on the sixth floor was probably at the level of a three-cloud Confucian scholar. The talent of a Confucian scholar is divided into nine clouds, and the nine clouds return to one and look at the bright moon. If you want to break through the Confucian scholar realm and become a literary giant, you must first return the nine clouds in your body to one and turn them into a bright moon.

And the weapon used by the Immortal Shadow that Ci Song faced this time was a long immortal stick. The long stick was as black as night, and a lifelike giant python was winding around it. In the giant python's open bloody mouth, there was a black round bead emitting soul-stirring cold light, which was terrifying.

The shadow of the immortal snorted coldly, and swung his arms violently. The long stick came down like a mountain, with the momentum of fighting against heaven and earth. Under the reflection of the shadow of the stick, the air seemed to be torn apart, and the giant python on the long stick seemed to come alive, opening its bloody mouth that could devour everything, roaring deafeningly, and rushing straight towards Ci Song.

"The sword is like a double dragon, and the snowflakes shine on the lotus."

"The brilliant light shoots through the sky and the earth, and the thunder cannot rush."

Facing the ethereal shadow of the immortal on the sixth floor, Ci Song's face was stern, and he chanted ancient and passionate poems, every word of which seemed to be able to mobilize the power of heaven and earth, adding a bit of extraordinary fighting spirit to his sword.

As the last syllable of the poem fell, the Shengxie sword in his hand burst into a brilliant red light. On the sword, two phantoms of dragons rose into the air, entwined and circling, with a momentum that could overturn the rivers and seas, making the power of the long sword surge instantly, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world.

"Dang!" The long sword and the long stick collided with each other, making a crisp sound. The phantom of the giant python roared and started a thrilling fight with the phantom of the dragon on the long sword. The light and shadows in the air intertwined, as if the creatures of the two worlds were fighting.

"The shadows of the sticks are numerous."

The shadow of the immortal slowly uttered four words, and the long stick in his hand turned into hundreds of shadows of sticks. Each shadow of the stick exuded a terrifying aura, covering Ci Song's entire body. "The third style of the gentleman's sword, the wise man enjoys water."

Ci Song did not change his expression, and he gently raised the long sword in his hand.

The tip of the sword pointed at the shadow of the immortal, and the soft water flow at the tip of the sword slowly gathered. It was seen that it shuttled lightly between the hundreds of shadows of the sticks. Every time it touched a shadow of the stick, it would easily defeat it, like a hot knife cutting butter, without any hindrance.

In the end, all the shadows of the sticks disappeared under this clear stream, leaving only tranquility and peace in the air.

"The wise man enjoys water, the highest good is like water, water is good for all things without fighting, and it stays in the place that everyone hates, so it is close to the Tao."

Ci Song hummed softly, and as the tip of the sword danced, the water flow that was originally as gentle as silk turned into an extremely sharp blade, tightly entwining the shadow of the immortal, and even the shadow of the immortal was wrapped in the water flow.

"Zhan Tian Stick Method, first move, split the sky."

The phantom of the black giant python suddenly converged and returned to the stick body, while the phantom of the immortal burst out with a shocking fighting spirit.

The long stick in its hand carried a terrifying momentum and forcibly tore a crack in the cage woven by the water flow. However, this crack was only fleeting, and the water flow quickly healed as if it had life, and entangled again, continuing to bind the phantom of the immortal.

The third move of Ci Song's Gentleman Sword was obviously not so easy to break. Even the phantom of the immortal on the sixth floor of the Zhengxiantai fell into a passive position for a while. "Boom!"

The phantom of the immortal was not willing to be outdone, and the shadow of the stick flew. The power of the Zhan Tian Stick Method was pushed to the extreme by him. Every strike carried a momentum that shook the world, and the entire sixth floor space seemed to be torn apart by this force.

The wind from the stick whistled, the space twisted, and there was chaos. But even so, the water flow was still tenacious and firmly locked the movement of the phantom of the immortal.

"Heaven-fighting stick technique, second move, sky-breaking!"

Finally, when the stick force accumulated to an unimaginable peak, the immortal shadow roared and performed an even more terrifying stick technique. The sky seemed to be torn apart, a crack ran across the sky, and a stick suddenly emerged from the crack, bringing the light of dawn, and defeated the surrounding water flow one by one.

But at the moment when the immortal shadow defeated the water flow that surrounded him, the Shengxie Sword had already flown in front of him.

The Hundred-Step Flying Sword used by Ci Song did not leak any sword energy. When the immortal figure noticed it, the Victory Evil Sword had already flown to the center of his eyebrows.

"Pfft!"

The sharp Victory Evil Sword directly pierced the center of Immortal Shadow's eyebrows, causing the entire Immortal Shadow to collapse instantly.

Ci Song's figure also appeared again, and he was seen holding the Shengxie Sword in his hand. At the tip of the sword, there was still a drop of crystal dew gently trembling. It was the water condensed by the third move of his Junzi Sword.

"Buzz!"

As the shadow of the immortal dissipated, a colorful ray of light fell from the sky, forming a series of stairs leading to the seventh floor. Ci Song's score also skyrocketed by 30,000 points again, reaching two hundred and three hundred.

What puzzled Ci Song was that after he defeated the fifth-level immortal shadow, the immortal energy would enter his body, but the sixth level was gone.

"Alas, the Immortal Shadow on the sixth level is obviously not as suitable for training as the Immortal Shadow on the fifth level. I just chanted two lines of war poems and killed it easily. There was no pressure at all. If I had known Just fight him directly.”

Ci Song looked at the stairs leading to the seventh floor and couldn't help but sigh. This sixth-level test was too simple for him, so simple that it made him a little bored.

"Forget it, let's go to the seventh floor. I hope the seventh floor can give me some surprises."

Ci Song put away the Victory Evil Sword and stepped onto the stairs to the seventh floor. As his figure disappeared at the end of the stairs, the space on the sixth floor completely returned to calm.

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