Destiny Martial God

Right Niu Peak, the top!

"Get lost!"

Even when facing a warrior at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint, Yu Haoran's attitude and tone were still so domineering.

"Die!"

The thin old man in green, who also didn't like to talk nonsense, grabbed Yu Haoran's crown with his thin left hand as soon as he said the word "get lost".

Mobilizing the law of speed to integrate into the body, Yu Haoran quickly avoided the palm of the thin old man in green, took out the purple stick and took a deep breath.

"Turning the rivers and seas upside down!"

The power of the ancestor witch's body, combined with a stick technique inherited from the Monkey Emperor, the purple stick suddenly became like the sickle of the god of death, and went straight to the head of the thin old man in green.

Feeling the power of the quasi-Martial Honor realm contained in the attacking purple stick, the thin old man in green knew that he had provoked a genius of the demon level who defied the heavens, and he was also very clear that he was definitely not Yu Haoran's opponent.

So, he wanted to admit defeat and give in.

But the stick technique suddenly accelerated, and before he opened his mouth to admit defeat and give in, the purple stick hit his head heavily.

"Zi...!"

The powerful warrior at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint could not even resist a stick technique, and was directly smashed into meat paste. The strength that Yu Haoran just showed immediately made everyone at the scene gasp.

His strong body can directly clamp the upper-grade magic weapon of the imperial realm, and the cultivation of the early third level of the Martial Saint can directly kill the powerful warrior at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint.

At this moment, even if Yu Haoran did not take the initiative to introduce himself, everyone knew that his origin was extraordinary, and it was very likely that he was the son of a demon from a family that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years.

Since even the powerful warrior at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint was not the opponent of the young man in front of him, then the dozen or so powerful warriors of the same cultivation standing in front of the sword tower would certainly not seek death.

When Yu Haoran's cold eyes came, they immediately made way for him to arrive at the Sword Tower smoothly.

The Sword Tower, which stands on the top of Youniu Peak, is only nine meters high, but it gives people a feeling of needing to look up.

The exquisite and clear platform allows people to see at a glance that the Sword Tower has eighty-one floors, corresponding to the nine levels and nine grades of the martial artist's cultivation realm.

Looking at the familiar Sword Tower in front of him, Yu Haoran's eyes revealed a look of reminiscence.

In his previous life, he had entered the Sword Tower three times, and with his practice and knowledge in the sword, he finally reached the sixtieth floor, which is equivalent to the fourth grade of the martial saint.

Now, although his cultivation is far better than that of his previous life, he is not very sure whether he can pass the sixtieth floor.

After all, after reincarnation, the neglect of the sword has gradually made him lose his grasp of the essence of swordsmanship.

Seeing that the floor of the Sword Tower that emits the sword energy has just reached the thirteenth floor, Yu Haoran knows that it will take some time for the warriors who entered the Sword Tower to come out.

Therefore, he planned to take advantage of this time to carefully recall his memory of the essence of swordsmanship in his previous life, and see which floor of the Sword Tower he could reach in his first attempt.

However, before that, he still needed to occupy a place to enter the Sword Tower.

There are four doors on the bottom floor of the Sword Tower, corresponding to the four directions of east, west, south and north.

Among them, the east, west and north doors are the entrances to the Sword Tower, and the south gate is the exit of the Sword Tower.

At this moment, in front of the east, west and north doors, three strong men who looked like ants were sitting cross-legged.

Yu Haoran knew that this was the influence of the rules.

In fact, the Sword Tower, which seemed to be only nine meters high, had a real height of more than ten thousand meters, but was restricted by a special rule, causing the Sword Tower to shrink to a height of nine meters.

Similarly, affected by the rule of compressing the height of the Sword Tower, all warriors approaching the Sword Tower will automatically shrink their bodies, and eventually become like the three strong men sitting cross-legged in front of the building door.

Of course, this shrinkage is only a change in the eyes of bystanders, but for the warriors approaching and entering the Sword Tower, they have no feeling at all.

Walking towards the sword tower, Yu Haoran, who was gradually shrinking under the gaze of everyone, first came to the east gate.

This was a middle-aged strong man in his fifties, wearing a light blue sword robe and with a long breath.

Just seeing the appearance of the middle-aged strong man in the sword robe, Yu Haoran turned and walked towards the north gate.

Because this middle-aged strong man in the sword robe was named Qian Shuhao, a casual cultivator who was proficient in swordsmanship and a top strong man who had reached the realm of three calamities and quasi-martial master.

With his current strength, even if he overdrew the secret method of the ancestor witch's blood, it would be difficult to defeat the opponent, so he could only give up helplessly.

Quickly came to the north gate.

This was a handsome young man under thirty years old, with a dazzling starlight gown, which set off his extraordinary origin.

Even when his eyes were closed and he was regulating his breath, he still had a faint smile on his face, giving people a gentle feeling of wanting to approach.

Shaking his head with a sigh, Yu Haoran walked towards the west gate.

The young man in star shirt sitting at the north gate is named Liu Xing, nicknamed Meteor. He is from Lingxiao Pavilion, one of the seven top sects, and is the only disciple of the current Lingxiao Pavilion master.

Although his cultivation is only at the peak of the ninth level of the Martial Saint, his true strength is not inferior to that of a strong man in the second level of the Quasi-Martial Honored Realm.

Of course, if he uses the secret method inherited from the ancestor witch bloodline, Yu Haoran is sure to kill him within three moves.

However, the other party had saved him three times in his previous life, and it was impossible for him to occupy the other party's place in the Sword Tower.

After walking to the west gate, a cold light flashed in Yu Haoran's eyes.

Because the middle-aged warrior sitting cross-legged at the west gate is named Zhuo Yucheng. He is a deacon from the underground palace of Yuxu Palace, and one of the enemies who led a team to hunt him down in his previous life.

"roll!"

Quickly walking up to Zhuo Yucheng, Yu Haoran suppressed the murderous aura that was constantly emerging in his body and shouted in a voice as cold as frost.

"Boy, do you know who you are talking to?" Zhuo Yucheng asked with a gloomy face as he opened his eyes.

"Three numbers!"

In order to avoid being discovered that he was deliberately targeting Yuxu Palace, Yu Haoran gave him a time limit that he could endure just like he did with a temperamental young man from the Wu family.

"Boy, I think you are tired of living!"

As the head of the seven top sects in Tianxuan Continent and the deacon of the underground palace of Yuxu Palace, Zhuo Yucheng will be treated as a distinguished guest immediately wherever he goes.

Even in Shuangniu Mountain, which is not ruled by any force, no one dares to provoke and embarrass him. Otherwise, how could he occupy a place to enter the Sword Tower with his cultivation at the peak of the eighth-grade Martial Saint.

However, the boy in front of him not only refused to give face to himself and Yuxu Palace, but also dared to threaten himself. How could Zhuo Yucheng not feel angry?