Thirty floors of the sword tower.
Thirty powerful swordsmen are extremely fast, showing off their body and footwork. The swords are shining brightly and the sword shadows are frightening. They pass by each other. Each sword contains a terrifying artistic conception and powerful sword intent. The lethality is shocking. If If you are hit by a sword, you will be seriously injured even if you don't die.
The sound of swish swish was continuous, each sword cut the air, it was extremely sharp, the sword light was either straight or curved, each with its own characteristics.
Some of the sword lights were even whipped out like long whips, some sword lights seemed like endless streams of water, and some sword lights were condensed into one point, but had an extremely shocking edge.
Thirty completely different sword rays appear to be chaotic, but in fact they work together seamlessly. Every blind corner is passed by. Even if two sword rays collide with each other, they will not cancel each other, but will refract away, forming a dragnet. of.
Cheng Ling was in the midst of these endless and terrifying sword lights, as if he was in a small boat in the middle of a violent storm and huge waves. It could be bombarded to pieces at any time. The Bagua Dragon Step had been used to the extreme, and even There is a touch of detachment.
The high-intensity pressure made him enter the ethereal realm, and he constantly used Bagua Dragon Steps to dodge or cooperate with sword skills to counterattack, making the Bagua Dragon Steps continue to improve. There was only one thought in his mind, dodge and counterattack!
Thirty powerful swordsmen, with tacit cooperation, exerted terrifying power. If these swordsmen didn't cooperate well, Cheng Ling was confident that he could easily defeat each of them, and he wouldn't suffer too much.
But after they cooperated tacitly, the difficulty skyrocketed. Whenever he slashed at one of them with a killing force, he was indeed 100% sure to kill the target, but at the same time, he would be hit by at least three swords. The above attacks.
Every sword is condensed with terrifying sword energy, as well as tyrannical artistic conception and sword intention. Once stabbed, it will cause serious injuries even if it is not dead. Under the attack of such a terrible opponent, once injured and the movement is affected, it is likely that he will not be able to hold on for long before he will be killed and the challenge will fail.
Therefore, Cheng Ling must find the most suitable time to counterattack while constantly dodging.
The increase in the number of swordsmen made it increasingly difficult to grasp the timing. Coupled with Cheng Ling's intention to hone his footwork and swordsmanship, the time was delayed even longer.
Up and down, left and right, Cheng Ling's figure was like a butterfly flying through flowers, shuttling in the endless sword light. It was also like a wisp of light smoke, changing erratically and dissipating at any time, causing the sword lights to fail.
These swordsmen have no human emotions and are in a state of absolute calm all the time. Therefore, even if their swords fail to hit Cheng Ling, they will not show any impatience and just keep attacking with their swords. More and more fierce.
After all, the sword tower is not omnipotent. It can create powerful swordsmen, but it is only limited to the sword tower and cannot create human emotions. No matter which world it is, human emotions are the most complex and unpredictable things. .
Finally, Cheng Ling found the best opportunity, slashed out with his sword, and severed the head of a powerful swordsman. He dodged and avoided the four sword lights.
There were twenty-nine swordsmen left, and their tacit cooperation was suddenly disrupted. Although they immediately adjusted in less than three breaths, another one died under Cheng Ling's sword.
This is also one of the shortcomings of the swordsmen. Once one of them dies, they must readjust their coordination. After all, the coordination between them is based on the whole, but the readjustment takes a while. Even one breath is enough for Cheng Ling to do it. Reacted.
In three breaths, three swordsmen died under Cheng Ling's sword.
The shortcomings of these swordsmen began to show up. If one of them died, they would have to make adjustments. Each adjustment took a while, which gave Cheng Ling the best opportunity to defeat them one by one.
Not long after, the thirty-first floor of the sword tower also lit up.
Those monks who hoped that Cheng Ling would be killed quickly all looked disappointed. Of course, there were also some who were full of interest and even had some expectations. At least this was the first monk in more than ten years who could break into the 31st level. .
Although they were not impressed by Cheng Ling's speed in breaking through the tower before, they thought that he was not very talented in combat. They would probably only be able to break through to the twenty-ninth floor at most. Unexpectedly, they would rush straight to the thirty-first floor now, and there would be only one left left to clear the level. The last two floors.
Many monks have changed their minds and hope that Cheng Ling can continue to challenge and rush to the 32nd and 33rd floors until they pass the level.
In the past five hours, the thirty-first floor became dark, and a few breaths of time seemed to last as long as a year.
Finally...the thirty-second floor lit up, like a beacon in the darkness, making the monks who stayed under the giant sword very excited.
"Silent Sword Style!"
With the cooperation of thirty-two powerful swordsmen, the power is several times stronger than that of the thirty-first level. Although there is only one more person, it is like the last straw that breaks the camel's back, doubling the pressure.
Cheng Ling was running all over the field, and it took an hour to find the best opportunity to kill them one by one. However, the adjustment time between these swordsmen became shorter and shorter. After finally killing all thirty-two powerful swordsmen, he himself was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
Fortunately, before entering the 33rd floor, all his injuries were healed and his condition was fully restored.
"It's the thirty-third floor..."
The monks under the sword tower cheered, and their eyes flashed with blazing light!
"This... a day and a night has passed, and he is still in the sword tower. Could it be that it is made of iron?"
"Can he get through the last level of the sword tower?"
When Cheng Ling entered the 33rd floor, he immediately felt that the surrounding space had turned into a quagmire that could not move at all, and there were sharp sword lights everywhere in the quagmire. As long as he was not careful, he would not be hit by the sword light. To be torn apart was to be crushed into pieces by the quagmire. The space in the quagmire was even distorting and deforming. That kind of law was elusive to him.
For the swordsmen on the 33rd floor, their swordsmanship has reached its peak. Compared with the 32nd floor, it is simply a world of difference. Because even though there are many swordsmen in the 32nd floor, the control of the sword domain is still only on the eighth floor, while on the 33rd floor, it is upgraded to the ninth floor.
The sword domain he exerted quickly cracked and shattered in the constantly deforming space. The deformed and twisted surrounding space gave Cheng Ling a slight illusion. This was a spatial dislocation, not a sword domain.
But the next moment he understood that this could not be a spatial dislocation. This was still a type of sword domain, but these powerful sword domains overlapped each other, creating a spatial distortion effect.
Tsk!
The Dragon Ling Sword was swung, and the sword light was everywhere. Cheng Ling killed two swordsmen at the cost of losing his left arm, but his body immediately lost balance. Then with a "poof", his head suddenly flew up, and the other three swordsmen He jumped up and cut off his own head.
The light on the giant sword dimmed instantly, and Cheng Ling's figure also appeared in the open space.
"Failed!" There was an exclamation from the monks, and their disappointment was palpable.
Cheng Ling sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes and adjusted his breath.
Breaking through the sword tower this time was extremely taxing on his mind and was completely incomparable to the previous two times. Especially the moment he was killed, he felt a wave of heart palpitations. Although he only stayed inside for less than half an hour and only killed two swordsmen, the pressure he endured was hundreds of times greater than before.
"Sure enough, the 33rd floor is not that easy to break into."
"Even so, he is the number one person under the Immortal Emperor. Cheng Ling? Which elder is he? I have never heard of him before."
"I don't know. Look, Jian Yinghao and Jian Zi are here."
As soon as he finished speaking, two figures came to Cheng Ling's side. After looking at each other, they stood on the left and right sides, but did not make a sound, as if they were protecting Cheng Ling.
"Eh... maybe they know that Cheng Ling, Jian Yinghao and Jian Zi protect the law together. This guy has such a great reputation."
"Okay, we have finished breaking through the sword tower. Depending on the situation, he won't break into it again in a short time. Let's all disperse!"
"Yes, the difficulty will increase several times with each level of the sword tower. Without a few years of accumulation, it will be impossible to overcome it."
"That makes sense, otherwise Jian Yinghao wouldn't have been trapped on the 30th floor for so many years."
"Let's break up! Instead of waiting here in vain, it is better to go back and practice hard. If you can improve one level, it will be a big improvement in strength."
The crowd slowly dispersed as if they had a common understanding. Under the giant sword, only Cheng Ling and three others were left.
After a day passed like this, Cheng Ling fully recovered. He opened his eyes and saw the two people beside him. He was suddenly surprised and said: "Brother Jian, it's really you. I finally found you."
Jian Yinghao smiled slightly and said: "Brother Cheng, I haven't seen you for more than a hundred years, but you are still so amazing. As soon as you came to Chaoyang Temple, you broke the tower breaking record that I had held for more than ten years. It's a bit unkind!"
Cheng Ling laughed, stood up, gave Jian Yinghao a bear hug and said, "Where have you been in the past hundred years? What have you experienced? I really miss you so much!"
Jian Yinghao was also excited. He and Cheng Ling had known each other since they were young. They had supported each other through many difficulties and passed through many secret realms. He thought he would never see each other again in this life, but he never expected that he would be here today.
After a while, the two calmed down.
Zhou Yuanbai coughed dryly and said, "Brother Cheng, are you and Senior Brother Jian old acquaintances?"
Cheng Ling said: "Yes, they are not just old acquaintances, but also brothers who are close to each other in life and death."
Jian Yinghao felt warm in his heart and asked, "Jianzi, how did you recognize Brother Cheng?"
Cheng Ling smiled and took the lead in telling how he got to know Zhou Yuanbai and the purpose of his trip to the Chaoyang Temple. He even praised him, especially for lending a helping hand at critical moments. Otherwise, would he be able to see the sword again? Even heroes have two opinions.
Zhou Yuanbai said: "Brother Cheng, Liao Zan, I just tried my best. With your ability, I believe you will have the means to beat the odds. My help is just the icing on the cake."
Jian Yinghao patted him on the shoulder and said: "No matter what, Brother Cheng's friends are my friends, Jian Yinghao. Jianzi has a distinguished status. We don't have many personal relationships between you and me, but from today on, we will live and die together." Brothers."
The three of them laughed heartily, feeling that they cherished the hero and valued the hero.
After laughing, Zhou Yuanbai glanced at the two of them and said: "You two have reunited after a long separation. I think you have a lot to say, so I won't interrupt you here. Brother Cheng, your residence on the Sword Ancestor Star will be determined tomorrow!" "
Jian Yinghao said: "What kind of place do you want? Just live with me. Anyway, in such a big place, I am bored by myself. Brother Cheng is here, just for company."
After that, without waiting for Cheng Ling to agree, he directly pulled her towards the main hall where she was.
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