Sword Master Ling Tian

"Why, got here, persuaded?"

"However, you don't use your brains too much. You are here to challenge the pavilion master's remnants of will. It is protected by formations and will never be disturbed. Now I will let you know how big the gap between you and me is. !"

There were only two people in the main hall, and Wen Luohan talked more than outside. It seemed that his indifferent appearance was also pretending to be.

After that, Wen Luohan carried the floating sword, and then killed the afterimage of the Guardian Nine Heavens Sword Scripture.

Huh!

At the moment when Wen Luohan took out his sword, the afterimage of sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes and drew out the lightsaber to greet him.

The two were fighting together, but what made Wen Luohan even more frightened was that even if he offered the blessing of the primordial martial arts, he still couldn't take advantage of it.

That remnant of will is easy to do, and all his ultimate moves are resolved.

But after dozens of rounds, his vitality has already shown signs of dying.

"How can it be?"

Seeing that the afterimage was as thick as it was before, and there was no weak appearance at all, Wen Luohan was vaguely disturbed.

"No, I don't believe you can block my last sword!"

"I, Wen Luohan, is the first disciple of the sword pavilion, and this Nine Heavens Sword Scripture, I am bound to win!"

A flash of flushing appeared on Wen Luohan's face, which seemed to be like a ruin. He took out a pill and swallowed it. The next moment, his whole body's cultivation base directly skyrocketed to the second-order Martial Emperor!

In this way, under the blessing of the Emperor Wu Huang of the Water Character of the Beginning, his combat power has already approached the ordinary Sanxian infinitely!

"Han Yuanbing cuts thoroughly!"

"Kill me!"

Seeing that the thin and weak Wen Luohan exploded with tyrannical coercion, and the floating sword in his hand was even more frozen, as if to freeze the entire space in this hall, a flash of icy sword light that condensed into shape, shattering the void. , Blasted down towards that remnant of will.

drink!

However, the afterimage did not let it go too much, the aura of scattered immortals rose suddenly, and the lightsaber in his hand came out with an understatement.

clang!

There was another explosion of gold and stone, and the sweeping kendo fluctuations caused Ling Tian outside the formation to frown.

But Ling Tian looked at the formation space swept by the breath storm, and shook his head.

This Wen Luohan still can't.

In the formation, Wen Luohan slammed into the formation barrier by Jianwei, but his fiery eyes were still staring at the front, as long as the afterimage collapsed, then he was successful.

"This, no, it won't!"

"I do not believe!"

But when the storm in the space subsided, Wen Luohan discovered that the afterimage still existed under the jade platform. Even though the afterimage was already very thin, it made him still challenge and fail.

Wen Luohan has tried his best, how can he accept such a result?

"what happened?!"

Wen Luohan was stunned.

"Tsk tusk, it wasted such a long time for me, this is what you showed me?"

Ling Tian was outside the formation, shook his head, "I'm afraid you still don't understand the key to passing this eighth building."

"So, you end here."

Wen Luohan suddenly looked at Ling Tian with a grim expression, "You are talking nonsense, how could I not know the key to the eight-story building? I can't get past Wen Luohan, so you can't even think about it!"

"Haha, then you just wait outside!"

"Remember to speak louder when the time comes, I really can't hear you!"

Ling Tian looked up to the sky and smiled, that Wen Luohan had already been thrown out of the Eighth Floor by the formation because of a failed challenge!

Bang!

When Wen Luohan staggered and rolled down the steps from the eighth floor, under the Sacred Sword Mountain, the warriors of the pavilions who had been quietly waiting for the result could not help but exclaimed.

Wen Luohan was the first to be thrown out! ?

Did the challenge fail?

They hadn't seen Wen Luohan look so embarrassed for a long time.

"What's going on? According to reason, Wen Luohan shouldn't fail."

At this moment, even Nan Gongjin frowned and wondered, "With all his cards out, Wen Luohan's cultivation base can directly enter the second-order Martial Emperor, and he can completely fight Sanxian. Is this the eighth? Is Zhonglou really such a pervert?"

"Maybe there are other reasons." Feng Zhiruo shrugged, "I don't know what Ling Tian is doing."

"Can he be better than Jiang Wen Luohan?"

With a whisper, Nangong Jin still shook her head.

In the eighth building, Ling Tian had already taken action, and led the phantom that had been restored to strength by the formation into the challenge space.

Ling Tian watched the entire battle between Caiqi and Wen Luohan, but he discovered that the combat power of this remnant of will can fluctuate with the strength of the challenger.

So it is useless to try to soar the cultivation base to challenge the afterimage.

"This building is absolutely crucial, what is it?"

Ling Tian held the Long Yuan sword, constantly blocking the afterimage's attack.

Facing such a tyrannical existence, Ling Tian had already half-sheathed the Long Yuan sword, and the Taichu Jing and the Dragon Phoenix Supreme Jue were all activated, which was able to withstand resistance.

But if the stalemate continues, he can only follow in the footsteps of Wen Luohan.

"Mingyue can pass, how is she different from Wen Luohan?"

Suddenly, a light flashed in Ling Tian's eyes, and aura suddenly appeared, "I understand, it should be the Martial Spirit of the Beginning!"

"Mingyue is stronger than Wen Luohan. One is the Moon Sword in his hand, and the other is the Soul of the Moon. This is an ancient level in the beginning, and it is not comparable to Wen Luohan's Soul of the Water."

"The Moon Flying Sword is extraordinary and cannot be copied. It shouldn't be a requirement for the eighth-story building to pass, so what's left is the energy limit of this primordial martial soul!"

"Perhaps it is because the martial spirit pressure erupted in an instant from the ancient-level primordial spirit is far more tyrannical and quicker than the ancient-level primordial primordial spirit, so when the remnant of will is still in the future, it will be killed!

Thinking of this, Ling Tian's face was filled with excitement. When even holding up the Long Yuan sword in his hand, the Wuhun war character in the early days rose from behind, and the combat power skyrocketed to the limit in an instant, and then the sword light flashed, awe-inspiring. Cut it off!

Broken stars!

Extinct!

This sword was too fast. In the space, the sword that was blessed by Ling Tian's force across the sword domain almost tore the surrounding formations. The will of the opposite side was remnant, and the momentum of his whole body was about to skyrocket. The Long Yuan Sword had already been cut down.

puff!

With a muffled sound, the afterimage of the will was directly smashed by the sword light, and it collapsed into a mass of pure and extremely pure energy.

On the jade platform, the shining jade slip flew down.

Ling Tian held it in his hand and didn't look at it.

This jade slip can only be read once, and then it will fall apart.

Although the Nine Heavens Sword Scripture ranks among the quasi-immortal swordsmanship, it still cannot be compared with the Taishang imperial swordsmanship, so Ling Tian has no plans to learn.

This swordsmanship is best left to those who can use it in the future.

Putting away the jade slips, Ling Tian directly crossed the platform and walked behind the eight-story building.

When Ling Tian's figure appeared behind the eighth building, on the stone steps leading to the last one, Wen Luohan was waiting down the eighth building. A pair of eyes suddenly rounded.

Among them, it was full of incredible surprise.

"You, have you passed?!"

Wen Luohan stood there blankly, completely unable to believe his eyes.

How long has it been before Ling Tian is capable of defeating that terrifying afterimage of will?