Mo Yuheng entered the Quicksand Tower and saw many people inside.
One by one, there was a ring in the middle.
Keep cheering and cheering for the contestants in the middle.
"Come on, Zhang Ling, defeat the opponent."
Mo Yuheng approached curiously, standing behind like a transparent person without attracting anyone's attention.
The two people on the stage were fighting happily, and the magic weapons in their hands kept colliding with each other, emitting strong sparks.
After hundreds of moves, they all mixed together and retreated.
Mo Yuheng was surprised and saw that the two brothers on the high platform were exactly the same. It was as if they were carved from the same mold. Even their attacks were the same. That was incredible.
After careful observation, I found something was wrong. One of the people had a more human expression, while the other had an indifferent expression without any change.
It was obvious that the other party was not a human being.
Mo Yuheng had just arrived and didn't know what the purpose of the competition was for the seven floors of this tower?
Observing carefully, he saw the spear in Zhang Ling's hand thrust forward, hitting the opponent's chest and piercing it.
No blood flowed out, and the other party's expression did not change. Slowly, his body turned into a stream of spiritual energy and poured into Zhang Ling's body.
I saw Zhang Ling's body's spiritual energy surged, and his acupoints were like stars, densely shining with light on his body. One of the bright lights lit up, and then broke through many bright lights at once.
The spiritual energy in his body dissipated, and the other party woke up.
Many people below cheered: "Zhang Ling, Zhang Ling..."
Young Zhang Ling nodded, and suddenly a step appeared in mid-air before his eyes, and disappeared with one step.
Everyone immediately exclaimed, envious and happy.
"I come."
After saying this, a young man's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to jump up and stand on the high platform.
A person who looked exactly like him appeared in front of him. He was holding a gong in his hand. He struck it hard and unleashed an attack, attacking the opponent fiercely.
The same goes for both parties having the same attack skills.
It's incredible.
Then, the young man kept beating the drum on it and attacked one after another, sending them flying away. They attacked each other and soon became shuddering.
A fierce fight broke out, involving hundreds of moves, with neither side winning or losing.
Mo Yuheng finally figured out how to enter the second level from the first level, and went to the ring to defeat the simulated characters in the quicksand tower.
In this way, not only can you know the flaws of your own attacks, but you can also surpass yourself and defeat the opponent.
Even if you pass the first floor and enter the second floor.
At this moment, my heart was aroused with great enthusiasm, staring at the competition between the two sides.
It was a pity that the young man did not have the talent of Zhang Ling before, so the last powerful attacks collided with each other.
The dripping fluid in his body was exhausted, and he had no energy left to fight and was directly knocked out.
He fell heavily against the wall of the Quicksand Tower and vomited blood.
Several boys and girls around him rushed forward to help heal his injuries.
A girl and another girl suddenly ran in behind Mo Yuheng, who happened to be the two people he was going to stop.
He yelled loudly: "Stinky girl, let me see where you are going? Our Zhang family is everywhere here. If I make you shed a layer of skin today, I am not Zhang Yan."
The shawl in his hand suddenly floated up, and he stretched out his hand to grasp it tightly and rolled it forward to attack.
Mo Yuheng secretly yelled, "There is a young man who is about to fly up to compete."
Mo Yuheng didn't care about the others and came to the ring first. A young boy was so miserable that he was knocked down by the barrier above.
There were also some who stared blankly at the outsiders who suddenly appeared above.
Zhang Yan stomped her feet and said with great anger: "You stinky girl, you really know how to run away, and you've got the guts to do it."
Another young man next to him, Zhang Hai, reached out and grabbed him: "Isn't Fellow Taoist going a little too far?"
"I'm going too far. Everyone can come to this place. You don't allow others to enter. Isn't this too overbearing?"
Zhang Hai's face turned livid after being told that it was hard to say anything at this point.
Zhang Yan wanted to rush forward but was stopped by Zhang Hai: "Fang has already entered the ring. You can't hit him even if you want to. Just calm down for a while."
Zhang Yan was furious: "He is so arrogant, I can't be more angry. He just lied to us."
Zhang Hai is more rational and unreasonable.
"When the other party comes down, you can do it slowly and rationally. I won't stop you."
"Hmph! You're right. How can such a person pass the first level of competition? He will definitely be kicked down."
Mo Yuheng didn't bother to pay attention to the abuse he received from the people below. , the most important thing is to pass layer 1.
She didn't understand the entire Quicksand Tower, so she could only explore slowly on her own.
Sure enough, it was the same as what she saw before, a girl who looked exactly like her appeared in front of her.
He held a long sword in his hand.
Mo Yuheng attacked with the long sword in his hand: "Sword One."
Sure enough, he was right, the other party also used the same move.
The two swords collided equally, exploded, and a violent sound resounded throughout the place.
The people below couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's really too powerful. Even Zhang Ling can't do anything with such an attack intensity. It's comparable to a monk in the middle stage of foundation building."
"Yes! Who is the other party? Why have I never seen it before?"
"Do you know each other?"
"I don't know her at all, but looking at her clothes, she looks like she is a direct disciple of Yuxu."
…
There was only a lot of discussion below. On the stage, there were already hundreds of attacks on each other. Mo Yuheng used the wind sword technique given by his master.
The battle between them was extremely exciting and won applause from many people below.
Everyone who can enter the Quicksand Tower is an elite. They don't care about anything else but geniuses who only care about the strength of others.
Mo Yuheng and the spirit body exchanged moves and took several steps back before stopping.
He reached out to touch the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't expect that the opponent's moves and his own attacks were exactly the same from every angle.
Nothing missing.
If she continues to fight like this, it will be extremely detrimental to her and consume too much spiritual power.
However, this battle was not in vain. She learned very quickly. She constantly improved the strengths and weaknesses of her own attacks from the opponent's knowledge, and her swordsmanship, which was not smooth enough, slowly became mellowed.
He couldn't drag it out any longer and could only use his own moves that had never appeared before.
From the great to the simple, as long as each move is accurate and fast, it can explode with powerful power, which is the real swordsmanship.
Those flashy moves are useless and a drag.
Suddenly blessed, Mo Yuheng couldn't help but move forward, and slowly moved forward to attack.
A ray of sword light turned into a densely woven web and attacked the spirit body. The spirit body did not fully calculate to accept this move and failed to catch it. It was suddenly frozen through its chest, heart, neck and head.
It instantly transformed into countless small light spots surrounding Mo Yuheng's body. It felt very comfortable entering the body. He closed his eyes and followed the small light spots to attack other acupuncture points in the body that had not yet been opened.
One, two, three...it broke through a full 20 kankans in one go. He stopped, opened his eyes and was delighted.
A total of 300 acupoints on the body are currently open, leaving 65 waiting to be developed.
"How is this possible? With so many acupoints opened, only the young master can compare with our current Zhang family. The talent is so terrifying, no wonder he is a direct disciple."
The buzzing discussion below reached Mo Yuheng's ears, and he was extremely calm.
Zhang Yan chewed her silver teeth into pieces and wished she could kill Mo Yuheng with her sword.
The stairs leading to the second floor appeared in front of him. Mo Yuheng stepped on it without hesitation. He turned around and saw Zhang Yan who was unwilling to give in. He smiled and said hello: "Fellow Taoist, I will wait for you on the second floor."
After saying that, he disappeared.
The picture leaves Zhang Yan gritting his teeth.
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(End of chapter)
