As one person broke through, as if it was contagious, the remaining twenty people began to take action.
Dao Tu was wearing green clothes, with an ink knife inserted straight into his back. His whole body was like a world-shattering blade, forcibly breaking through the oppressive force from the 79th floor, and stepped forward with one foot.
This is an extreme method. Breaking through impossible pressure and transforming yourself is another level of sublimation.
A trace of anxiety flashed across Liufeng's face as Daotu walked ahead.
Liufeng and Daotu were both popular candidates to participate in the five-sect competition, but Daotu came to the front, which was a big blow to Liufeng.
"Ah..." Liufeng roared unwillingly.
It is indeed unwilling to give in. This is an invisible competition between swordsmen and swordsmen, and now it seems that Dao Tu is better.
As for Yang Ning's position, it has always been a mystery in Liu Feng's heart, and he doesn't know how to face him. Although he has experienced life and death, in terms of identity, Yang Ning is not a true disciple of Beixuan Sword Sect after all.
And because of his master, Liu Feng was very embarrassed.
Following the flowing roar, a brilliant sword intent erupted and soared into the sky.
The sword's intention lingered and kept humming, like a lonely emperor, wanting to break through the blockade of this space.
As the pressure increased, Liu Feng's face twisted, showing another side of the swordsman in near despair.
The greater the pressure, the greater the rebound.
Liufeng's sword intent continued to sublimate as the pressure increased.
Zheng! Zheng! Zheng!
Like the clash of metals, it keeps playing and can be heard clearly on the bluestone steps.
"Is this the prelude to the sword intention?" Qiu Bielan was not calm at all. When she heard the music playing, her pretty face moved under her hazy appearance.
The Prelude of Sword Intention is a very magical realm, and it is also a method of fighting.
Swordsmen are the most destructive among cultivators, and this overture of sword intent is a movement that can drive the rhythm of battle, leading the enemy to enter his own rhythm, and ultimately defeated by the intertwining of sword intent.
A very magical artistic conception.
Could it be that he understood such a method right under the eyes of everyone, but as opponents, they could only watch helplessly and were completely powerless.
"What an opportunity." Xiu Yi's expression was solemn, and he was also resisting the pressure from the mountaineering journey. The cassock with golden threads exuded a faint golden light, illuminating the surroundings, making Xiu Yi even more holy, like the reincarnation of King Kong, like the Buddha's personal visit. .
Xiu Yi is right, this is indeed opportunity, but everyone has different opportunities because of their different paths.
Dao Tu is an outstanding disciple of Gu Dao Pavilion. A black sword weighing more than a thousand kilograms is unmatched by anyone. Coupled with his own level as a swordsman, it is difficult for anyone in the same class to match him.
However, it has appeared now.
Liufeng's Sword Intent Prelude is not much weaker than the Sword Killing Power, and it is even more useful in the long run, because it is a real fighting method, and it is of great use in the process of fighting the enemy, especially when encountering someone who is the same as oneself. Among enemies, this method has natural advantages.
What's more, Liufeng is also a swordsman with a high level of swordsmanship.
"Enemy!" Compared to Xiu Yi, Xiu Ya's expression looked very single, and even in plain clothes, he looked much duller. For such an ordinary cultivator, it is difficult to attract attention. The only thing that can attract people is probably the head with short hair.
After all, among the several bald heads, one was not bald, but it was still a bit dazzling.
Yang Pi's performance, like the dazzling brilliance of Dao Tu and Liu Feng, is not very outstanding. He is unknown and unknown. He only has a cold knife, a very pure knife, without any distracting thoughts.
It seems that once the sword is unsheathed, the situation will change and the world will become dark.
However, no such scene occurred because the knife was still hidden and not exposed.
Gradually, one day passed, and the seventy-ninth floor was already empty. Everyone was reasonable about such a result.
Some people may be fast and some may be slow, but for young heroes who can participate in the five factions competition, passing a mountain climbing road is not a problem.
Even because of one day, Ting Yixiao, the little demon master of the Demon Sect, took the mountain climbing step ahead of Yang Ning and became the first person among the four sects.
"You are worthy of being the Little Demon Lord. This cultivation and talent are well deserved." Dao Tu praised after stepping out, but somewhat unconvinced because he was the second person.
Liufeng was only a moment behind Liufeng, and he also broke through the mountain climbing path and came to the mountain gate of Kirigakuremon.
There were many disciples of the Kirigakure Sect gathered there, but at the front of the crowd, two figures stood out.
The reason why it is eye-catching is that the man is domineering and the woman is holy, but this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the woman is nestled in the man's arms in the public, and the disciples behind him are even more... There was a strange expression on his face, as if he was deliberately avoiding something and not looking forward in the middle.
"Who is this person? So domineering?" Liu Feng was actually a little envious in his heart. After all, his sweetheart had never snuggled into his arms like a woman.
"Boring." Ting gave a rare smile and did not laugh. There was a hint of sourness in his words.
"Amitabha..." Xiuyi looked solemn, as if he was an outsider who had nothing to do with the world, and stepped out on the mountain climbing path.
"What do you think, outsiders?" Dao Tu seemed to be concerned about this Buddhist disciple. Although there was not much tone in his tone, there was already a lot of meaning in the words.
"Dao Tu, what do you mean?" The person who spoke was not Xiu Yi, but Xiu Ya, a Buddhist lay disciple. He was dressed in plain clothes and looked very ordinary, but in one sentence, he clarified a lot of his position.
"It's not interesting. I just saw this situation. I wonder if you Buddhist disciples have any thoughts?" Dao Tu said, but his eyes were fixed on Xiu Yi, as if he would not give up until he told the truth.
Xiu Yi clasped his hands together and looked at the two figures in front of the crowd. There was no disturbance at all. He said: "The human world is not my world, and the world is different. Why should Dao Tu Donor be obsessed with one world? ,Amitabha……"
Xiu Yi, as the number one member of the younger generation in Thousand Buddha Caves, naturally has profound Buddhist teachings and can explain it clearly in one word. He and Dao Tu were originally from two different worlds, each with his own destiny.
"Huh!" Dao Tu snorted, not knowing what he wanted to say. With a snort, he took it off, then took a step forward, looked at the two figures that were almost integrated, and said loudly: "Dare you I asked the person in front of me, is his name Yang Zhen?"
"Who are you?" Yang Zhen hugged the beauty. He didn't see the person he was waiting for in the crowd, and he was somewhat disappointed. However, he saw a man with a black ink knife, and he also had guesses in his heart.
"Gu Dao Tower, Dao Tu." Dao Tu directly revealed his identity and said: "Junior Brother Yang Pi is expected to come up soon. Please don't worry, Junior Brother Yang Zhen."
Dao Tu had already guessed Yang Zhen's identity because Yang Pi mentioned to him that he had a brother with a domineering body in Wuyinmen.
Originally, when Yang Zhen heard Yang Pi, his heart moved, but when he heard the next sentence, his expression changed slightly. His broad body did not move at all, but his eyes looking at Dao Tu had a hint of coldness.
"It's not that I'm worried, but since you are my brother Pi Zi's friend, you are an acquaintance. Please wait for a moment." Yang Zhen is not a person who doesn't know how to be cold or hot, but Dao Tu's junior brother makes Yang Zhen very unconvinced. .
The Wuyin Sect is the number one force in Liuyun Kingdom, and naturally has its unique status. However, it is called junior brother by the disciples of the Ancient Blade Tower. This is not a good thing for the Wuyin Sect, and it is still in front of so many fogs. Yelled in front of the Yinmen disciples.
Being sentimental may not be a good thing, just like it is now.
Yang Zhen and Yang Pi are personal friends, but they are not familiar to you, a disciple of Gudaolou. I am afraid that this is the kind of person you are talking about.
Dao Tu followed Yang Zhen's words and was slightly startled.
Dao Tu took the initiative to step forward, indeed to get acquainted with Yang Zhen. That was the Canglan Overlord. As long as nothing unexpected happened, how could Dao Tu, one of the few strong men in the world, not be moved by him.
But Yang Zhen's words made Dao Tu feel as if he had been photographed on a rock. What went wrong? Dao Tu was puzzled.
Ting Yixiao sneered in his heart, and glanced at Dao Tu out of the corner of his eye, even with a hint of contempt.
I am a swordsman, and I can just sharpen my sword in my heart, but there are so many twists and turns. This heart is not pure enough, so how can it be my enemy? After thinking about breaking through this layer and flowing the Buddha's mind, I suddenly seemed to feel much more relaxed.
Soon, everyone was on the mountain climbing path, but the only surprise was that Yang Ning, who had set foot on the eightieth floor first, was not among them.
But Yang Zhen was so happy to meet Yang Pi that he forgot about it.
Led by the disciples of the Wuyin Sect, everyone crossed the mountain gate and walked towards the main hall of the Wuyin Sect.
But above the 80th floor of the mountain climbing road, Yang Ning seemed to be in a world of his own. The withered figure remained the same, without any movement, as if it had nothing to do with him.
No face could be seen, the silence was as dead as death, unusually quiet. But on Yang Ning's side, it was a different scene.
The sun and the moon shine together, which is a top-notch phenomenon. The sun and the moon are all a kind of spiritual energy, which has extraordinary significance for practitioners.
boom! boom! boom!
As dull as thunder, the sound continued, echoing in Yang Ning's sea of consciousness.
This is especially true in the Zi Mansion. It is even more terrifying than in the Consciousness Sea because of the death energy and demonic energy.
Yang Ning never thought that he would get such an opportunity because of a mountaineering road.
Vibrating the spiritual energy, with the autonomous operation of Ling Tian Jue, the two major foundations in Yang Ning's body continued to grow like substance.
Do I want to light the divine fire right now? Yang Ning has such an impulse. This is a rare opportunity for Yang Ning.
Because in the vision, Yang Ning did not have to worry about insufficient spiritual power at all. The light of the sun and the moon would turn into the purest spiritual power to replenish his body.
Yang Ning was moved and quickly made a decision.
Ignite your body, be fully sublimated in the vision, ignite the fire of your soul, and refine your body.
Yang Ning's mind was immersed in two places, and the spiritual power was continuously compressed in the meridians.
Ling Tian Jue was like crazy, constantly impacting Yang Ning's meridians. Soon, Yang Ning's efforts gradually changed.
The meridians were extremely hot, like hot magma flowing, and Yang Ning's body was constantly steaming with clouds at this moment.
In the white mist, there is a bit more sacred charm.
"Light it up!" Yang Ning shouted.
It's like a volcano erupting, breathing in and out, and the breath is extremely violent. There was a vibration on the entire 80th floor of the bluestone steps, but it did not wake up the black shadow in the distance beside it. It seemed to be still dead, like a dead person. If the spirit and spirit were not still there, it would almost be dead.
