Immemorial War God

"Bam!"    

Pan Yingjing continued to rush through the sword formation for another fifteen minutes before finally exterminating all the swords in the air.    

"Clang!"    

The sharp sword in Pan Yingjing's hand fiercely stabbed into the plaza, her head drenched with sweat, gasping for breath, it was obvious that breaking through the sword formation had consumed a huge amount of energy.    

"Senior sister Ying Jing has finally passed the first round!"    

"The second trial is definitely not a problem. As long as Senior Sister Ying Jing passes the third trial, she will be able to obtain the source crystal!"    

The surrounding people were all happy that Pan Yingjing had passed the trial, but when Mo Feng heard this, he did not even think about it.    

"Sir Mo Feng, there are three stages to the sword formation, the first is sword intent, the second is sword energy, and the third is Sword Heart." The Fifth Stage of the Earth Slicing Realm in front seemed to have sensed Mo Feng's confusion, and explained.    

Mo Feng raised his eyebrows yet again, and nodded his head slightly. This was indeed not out of his expectations.    

"Master Mo Feng, please wait."    

The Fifth Stage of the Earth Slicing Realm continued. If an outsider had not passed the first stage, they would not be able to see the second stage.    

Mo Feng nodded his head slightly. This was understandable, but he wouldn't be able to force it if he didn't.    

"Clang!"    

On the plaza, Pan Yingjing didn't even think for a while. She unsheathed her sword and stood up, then threw her braid to the back of her head. With a cold and stern expression, he walked forward, and after stepping across a doorstep, her figure gradually disappeared.    

"Come, let's hurry up and take a look."    

The spectators all looked at Mo Feng and hurried to follow.    

Suddenly, the only people left here were Mo Feng and the two Fifth Stage of the Earth Slicing Realm s.    

"You two, I'm sure you will need some time to pass. Can I train here?" After waiting for a while, Mo Feng cupped his fists and said to the two.    

The sword formation had not been activated, but the metal attribute energy had already been firmly locked. Cultivating in this place would not be able to steal too much energy, and even if one could steal it, they would not be able to steal much energy.    

"Thank you very much."    

Mo Feng cupped his fists, he immediately sat down and started to draw out the metal attribute energy from the air, traces of it entering his body, but it was really just a bit, just two or three threads, simply too few.    

If it really was that easy, then the sect would not dare to open up the sword formation. Not only was the metal attribute power here firmly locked, even the metal attribute power in the air needed to be absorbed by the sect's cultivation technique, otherwise, it would be useless.    

To be honest, it was already impressive for Mo Feng to be able to absorb this bit of elemental energy.    

As they cultivated, Mo Feng frowned deeply, as if he was extremely dissatisfied with the way this energy was extracted. The two of them looked at the corner of their mouths raised, as they believed that Mo Feng would give up after cultivating for a short period of time.    

But after a quarter of an hour, Mo Feng was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, cultivating without any signs of giving up.    

"Hmm?"    

The two men frowned and shook their heads speechlessly. It was true that he had persevered, but what was the use of persevering? If he had comprehended an attribute essence, then he might as well practice on his own.    

Mo Feng naturally understood this, it was useless for him to do so, but he was only doing so as a cover up. Under this cover, he was trying his best to communicate with the sword formation, drawing the energy from the air, drawing the power of source crystal s under the formation. As long as the formation was not set up by the Heavenly Monarch, he would be able to break it with the time he had left.    

"Tsk."    

After communicating with the array for four hours, Mo Feng frowned even more. It was extremely difficult to communicate with the array silently, and not something that could be done in a few hours.    

"I still need to go inside the formation."    

"Ai, what a pity, what a pity, just a little more, just a little more!"    

"That's right, Senior Sister Ying Jing is just a step away from obtaining the source crystal. It's such a pity."    

"Sigh, the third stage is too difficult. It would be great if the difficulty could be reduced by a bit."    

"You wish! Such a big piece of source crystal, you want to obtain it so easily?"    

After some discussion, Mo Feng immediately gave up on communicating with the array formation and opened his eyes to exit the cultivation. Standing up, he only saw a group of people walking out from the doorstep.    

After everyone had walked out, Pan Yingjing slowly walked out. There were countless wounds on her body, and there were even two lines of blood on her face. However, these were all superficial wounds, and were easy to recover from.    

"Sigh …"    

Everyone split to two sides. Seeing Pan Yingjing come out lonely, they sighed in their hearts and felt their hearts ache.    

Pan Yingjing was one of the few top geniuses within the sect that had already reached the third level of geotextile at such a young age, with a bright future ahead of them. However, this was already the tenth time they were competing with sword formations, and they were just a little bit short.    

"Sir Mo Feng, you can enter the sword formation now." The two of them shook their heads and turned to look at Mo Feng.    

Mo Feng nodded slightly and walked down the plaza. Seeing the lonely Pan Yingjing who was walking over, he brushed past him.    

"You want to challenge the sword formation?"    

Suddenly, Pan Yingjing stopped in her tracks and coldly said. Mo Feng's footsteps stalled, she lightly nodded, and replied with a nasal voice.    

"Are you sure?" Pan Yingjing did not turn around, but continued to speak with an ice-cold tone.    

"Nope."    

Mo Feng replied indifferently. He didn't even have the chance to experience it and just asked if he was confident.    

The surrounding people frowned, feeling annoyed at Pan Yingjing's sudden conversation with an outsider.    

"I want to charge through the sword formation again and join you." Suddenly, Pan Yingjing turned around and looked at him with a cold and stern expression.    

"What?"    

Mo Feng frowned, he turned and looked at Pan Yingjing for a long time. Previously, he couldn't even pass through the sword formation at his peak state, but now, he only had 30% of his strength left. Are you tired of living?    

"What?" The surrounding people were stunned when they heard this. Then, their faces changed as they tried to persuade him.    

"Senior sister Yingjing, you must not act rashly. If you fail, you will fail. We can try again."    

"That's right. Senior sister Ying Jing, victory or defeat is commonplace in war. There is no need to be too concerned about it."    

"Junior sister Ying Jing, calm down. You'll definitely be able to pass the next time."    

Everyone kept trying to persuade him. With how heavily he had exhausted himself, he wouldn't want to live anymore if he tried to charge in again.    

However, Pan Yingjing acted as if he did not hear their words, and her expression became more and more stern, as if she was in a rage, or perhaps she was about to vent her resentment.    

When the crowd saw Pan Yingjing in such a state, they all hated the fact that such a beautiful woman, with an Inherent Skill and also a strong geotextile, would lose the entire sect!    

Just as they were about to open their mouths to persuade him again, their eyes suddenly widened as if they had understood something. Their expressions changed again and again before eventually turning into bitter smiles.