An Qing stepped forward and wanted to say hello to the old man, but he never thought that the old man would not even look at him. He just swept the floor and said in a hoarse voice: "Who asked you to come."
An Qing said: "Dean Jin Ci."
The old man paused, turned to look at An Qing, and said, "Give me the token and go in by yourself."
An Qing handed over the black token given by Dean Jin Ci and asked curiously: "What's in it?"
The old man glanced at the token in his hand and showed a meaningful smile: "You will know when you go in, why bother to ask me?"
An Qing glanced at the old man who continued to sweep the floor, feeling speechless.
I’m just asking you because I haven’t gone in yet. Do I need to ask you after I go in?
I'm not blind.
He shrugged, not bothering to inquire further, and walked towards the entrance of the black tower.
When I first entered the Black Tower, it was pitch black inside. After passing through a layer of ripples, it was also pitch black.
The earth is black, the sky is also black, and the heaven and earth reveal a sense of killing.
An Qing felt that his will was also infected, and couldn't help but reach out to hold the wooden sword.
Master Jian suddenly said: "Hey! There's something interesting here."
An Qing asked: "What do you mean?"
Master Jian said: "It seems that there is only killing here."
An Qing was puzzled: "Why?"
Master Jian said: "You will know later, there is killing everywhere, and only killing can get through."
An Qing was about to ask a few more questions when a black stone tablet suddenly "rumbled" from the ground in front of him. After reading the words on the giant tablet, An Qing smiled coldly, "That's true."
The stone tablet reads: The first floor of the Tower of Trial, endless killing!
At this time, a group of strange black creatures suddenly appeared on the hillside in the distance, almost covering all the hillsides in the distance.
The strange creatures are as black as ink, tall in stature, and have very long limbs. Their hands are full of pitch-black swords. They can be seen endlessly, and their numbers are so numerous that it makes one's scalp numb.
An Qing grinned and pulled out the wooden sword.
Suddenly, a strange creature drew its sword and roared. All the strange creatures raised their weapons in response and sprinted towards An Qing.
They were densely packed like black waves, and even the earth was trembling.
"Play cotton, play cotton, half a kilogram of cotton pops out eight or two..."
Just when An Qing was about to rush over with great ambition, Master Jian suddenly sang a song that made people laugh or cry.
An Qing didn't stand firm and almost fell to the ground.
An Qing said angrily: "Master Jian, what are you doing?"
Mr. Jian smiled awkwardly: "It's nothing, I just felt it. Keep going, keep going..."
An Qing's mouth twitched, he took a deep breath, adjusted his mentality again, glanced at the army of weird creatures that were almost in front of him, shouted loudly, and raised his sword to slash out.
Clang!
A strangely long sword light fell, splitting a straight line of strange creatures in half, and An Qing rushed in with his sword expressionless.
Facing so many weird creatures, An Qing was not afraid at all. He swept away thousands of troops with his sword and killed everyone who came!
Weird creatures swarmed up and slashed at An Qing with swords. The sacred light in An Qing's body burst out, blocking everything. The wooden sword burst out with An Qing's unyielding sword intent and was invincible. The light of the sword was like a meat grinder, and all future enemies were killed. Under the sword.
The strange creatures fell one after another, rushing down the hillside one after another, as if there was no end.
An Qing fought until he was sweating profusely, and the corpses of strange creatures piled up like mountains, but his face showed no sign of exhaustion, instead showing an indifferent smile.
Time is passing quietly.
An Qing didn't know how many he had killed. He only knew that he would kill one, kill two, or kill a bunch of them.
There is no spare space on the earth, and there are corpses of strange creatures all over the body.
His Dao Yuan has been depleting, but there is no spiritual energy replenishment in the black space.
Once he felt that Dao Yuan was depleted, An Qing would take out the best spiritual essence crystal to absorb, or chew the elixir picked from the medicine garden in the space crack.
An Qing is not only killing, but also constantly honing his sword skills.
Every sword cultivator has experienced hundreds of battles. Without experience in killing enemies, how can they hone the strongest sword intent?
Therefore, An Qing operated the Peerless Sword Scripture to the extreme and shouted: "Sword Qi is endless!"
Swing out a sword!
The sword is unparalleled!
The sword energy was overwhelming, like a violent storm.
All the strange creatures that attacked were pierced by the sword energy and fell down in pieces.
Finally, the strange creatures stopped rushing from the hillside, and An Qing had a chance to breathe. The sword was inserted into the corpse of the strange creatures, and his chest heaved while he was squatting.
He glanced at the densely packed corpses around him, and then at the mountains of corpses behind him, with a smile on his lips.
Roar!
However, at this moment, a heart-shaking roar suddenly came from the other side of the hillside, shaking the whole world. Then, the sound of "bang bang" footsteps came from far and near.
An Qing narrowed his eyes and stared at a certain location on the hillside.
After a while, a huge figure stood on the top of the mountain, like a giant.
It was more than ten feet tall, with a burly figure full of violence. It held a black mace in one hand and a black broadsword in the other. It roared upwards with its big jagged mouth and roared towards An Qing. Step over.
Every step can create a big hole and make the earth shake.
boom!
The black mace struck like a mountain collapsing. An Qing's figure flashed back, and a large pit was created on the ground where the corpses were piled. Air waves overturned the vicinity of the pit, and pieces of limbs of strange creatures flew everywhere.
The giant missed with one blow, then took another step forward and slashed with his machete.
An Qing stepped to the side, and the air wave carried by the sword struck the ground, creating a large crack dozens of feet long.
Although the giant was tall, his figure was unusually strong. After An Qing dodged both attacks, he roared and slashed with the horizontal sword again.
The broadsword dragged along the ground, and pieces of the strange creature's corpse flew into the air, creating an astonishing momentum.
An Qing couldn't help but frown when he saw it. The sword energy wrapped the wooden sword and slashed at the broadsword with both hands.
when!
With a loud noise, An Qing was hit by the giant like a baseball and hit the hillside in the distance. A big hole was immediately created, and earth and rocks flew everywhere.
After a while, An Qing flew out of the big hole and stood in mid-air, staring at the giant with his eyes fixed on him. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "It's so powerful."
Roar!
The giant roared and ran towards An Qing again.
It seems that An Qing is still alive, which is the biggest insult to him.
An Qing saw the giant running towards him, smiled slightly, put away his wooden sword, shouted loudly, golden light bloomed on his body, clenched his fist again, his figure dodged, dodged the sword swung by the strange creature, and punched the giant's huge chest hard. On the skull.
With this punch, An Qing blew half of the giant's face apart.
The giant who lost half of his face let out a scream, but still swung the mace fiercely at An Qing.
An Qing stepped back to avoid the attack, then rushed forward again and punched the giant's chest several times. The giant's chest was dented, and he fell back with a mournful cry of "woo".
boom!
The giant finally fell.
An Qing felt furious when he saw the giant still struggling on the ground. He rushed over the giant's head and punched again, smashing the other half of the giant's face to pieces. The giant then stopped moving.
After landing on the ground, An Qing looked around and took a long breath.
Although the giant was extremely powerful and not slow, An Qing was faster and his fists were hard enough, so he was defeated. If it were someone else, it would not necessarily be the case.
At this time, the writing on the black stone tablet disappeared and turned into a portal. An Qing took a short rest and walked towards the portal with a smile on his face.
