One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years

Shua, fluttering in white clothes, followed the sword closely.

Song Yun's sword combined the strongest power of the burning blood secret technique, the sharpest move of "Nine Swords of Killing the Sky", and the fastest speed of the sky ghost body technique.

This is to completely squeeze out the physique of the master realm, and create a powerful sword with terrifying lethality!
In reality, you can't fight like this casually, but in the illusion, you can consume potential and life unscrupulously.

Set off everything, just for the moment of brilliance!

The human and the sword merged into one, and a long rainbow pierced through the void in an instant.

Bai Xiang's heart tightened, and just as he retracted the three-pointed two-edged knife to block in front of him, he saw a blue light flashing in front of him.

The sword was about to reach its peak, like a bolt of lightning, piercing through the hilt of the knife, but Bai Xiang could only watch helplessly, it was too late to react.

Puff——Jian Feng pierces armor, tears clothes, cuts bones, and penetrates the heart.

The blue light passed directly through his body, and then slowly dissipated.

Song Yun was already standing behind Bai Xiang, not moving.

The vigor that went straight to the sky has disappeared, and Song Yun's face and breath are like a centenarian at this moment, as if he will reach the end of his life at any time, and now a gust of wind can blow him down.

But even so, Bai Xiang didn't have the strength to attack Song Yun.

With a bang, the three-pointed two-edged knife fell to the ground.

Bai Xiang clutched her left chest and turned her head with difficulty.

"What... is this sword technique?"

Song Yun ignored him, but looked up at the sky, and said in a hoarse but harsh voice:
"People hiding behind, see clearly?"

"If you continue to play this kind of reenactment game and want to see through my background, then I will go to your house now and stab you to death with this sword."

"You have also seen the power of this sword, but Grandmaster Slaying Martial Saint, do you think it can kill you?"

The voice fell.

The desert, the isolated city, the ruins, the gunpowder...all the scenes were shattered.

With the faint candlelight, Song Yun returned to the bluestone steps.

There was a burst of exclamation from around, or envy, or jealousy, knowing that this "General Song Lan" had succeeded once again.

This has broken the record for thousands of years. Even those elders who have climbed to the ninth floor have tried several times on the eighth floor. It is not so easy!

Song Yun was expressionless, showing no joy of successfully climbing the stairs.

A faint sigh came from the ear, which seemed real and unreal, as if no one else heard it.

Immediately, a phantom slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

This is an elderly woman wearing a pale yellow patterned orchid brocade robe with a graceful and luxurious demeanor, looking at Song Yun helplessly:

"Hey, the old man just set the test according to the rules, why should General Song be angry?"

Song Yun took a look at her, "You are Ling Jiang Xinlian from the collection? It seems that these tests are indeed the fault of you."

"You are teleportation of divine sense now? Why, dare not a real person appear in front of me?"

Jiang Xinlian shook her head again and again: "General Song misunderstood, Li Huanzhu automatically generates illusions based on different memories of each person, I did not do anything."

"Besides, this illusion is only created in your mind, and only you can see the specific details. Others cannot peep, and the old body can only see the process of a mock lake."

"General Song may have doubts about the test. This is normal. Many people have questioned it. After all, everyone's memory is different, and the illusion is also different."

...

"General Song's memory is probably quite special. He has experienced too many life and death difficulties before, so the test has become more severe. Please forgive me."

Listening to these explanations, Song Yun just sneered and remained silent.

Jiang Xinlian had no choice but to say again: "Let's do this, General Song has performed very well in climbing the building these few times, and he can calm down to read a lot of books, which shows that his talent and character are both top-notch."

"The eighth and ninth floors, even if you pass all of them at once, you can go up directly later, which is an apology for the old man."

In this way, it is equivalent to exempting the test of the ninth floor. If the word spreads, how many ghosts and immortals will be jealous to death.

The test on the ninth floor was extremely difficult, stopping countless Taoist geniuses.

For example, Zhang Yue, the deputy general of Zhu Xiewei, was about 30 years old, and had seven times of lightning tribulations, so his talent was naturally excellent.

Such a person has repeatedly failed to attack the ninth floor.

Being able to go up to the ninth floor means that they have the potential to become a top ghost fairy, that is, the level of Nangongshuo and Jiang Xinlian who have nine times of thunder calamity.

The conditions that Jiang Xinlian provided to Song Yun were undoubtedly very generous, and even broke the rules.

But Song Yun was not satisfied at all.

Regardless of the eighth floor or the ninth floor, he has the confidence to pass through, and still needs someone to open the back door?

Moreover, the fact that the other party was subdued at this time just showed that there was something wrong in his heart!
He said indifferently: "The test can go on as usual, I don't care. However, what the collection order said is empty words, so I'm sorry I can't believe it."

Jiang Xinlian slightly frowned, "Then how can General Song trust me?"

Song Yun pointed to the direction of the underground, "The core of the illusion is the Lihuan Orb. I need to check this treasure myself to see if there is any problem."

"No!"

Jiang Xinlian flatly refused, and explained:

"The Li Huanzhu is buried deep in the ground, and it is the hub of a super-large formation. It cannot be touched at all at ordinary times."

"The old man can only check the external operation, but can't detect the inside of the Li Huanzhu."

"If General Song does this, he will have to shut down the entire large formation."

"In this way, not only all the collection towers in Yangcheng cannot be assessed, but even the city defense array will be affected..."

A lot of long-winded, found a lot of reasons, in short, it just doesn't work.

At most, let Song Yun stand next to the formation and take a look at the Li Huanzhu.

You can't manipulate it by yourself, just look at it, where you can find a problem, this is no different from rejection.

Seeing that the other party refused to enter, Song Yun stopped arguing, slapped the long sword on his waist, and said coldly:
"My lord, I'm afraid you forgot that I carry this sword with me."

"Are you still in Yangcheng? Believe it or not, I will cut off your head with one sword right now?"

Jiang Xinlian's face darkened, and she said angrily: "General Song, you are the first deputy general of Zhu Xiewei. You must obey the law when you speak. Do you know what crime it is to threaten court officials?"

Song Yun shook his head indifferently, "I don't know what the crime is, but I know that you won't be able to see it anyway..."

Jiang Xinlian: "Hmph, even if your swordsmanship is invincible, Your Majesty and Jia Tianwang are still in the city..."

Song Yun shouted: "Jiang Xinlian, even if there is a martial artist, I can kill you first, and then escape, do you believe it?"

Jiang Xinlian fell silent, her eyes flickered slightly, and her eyes were full of fear.

Song Yun's words seemed to be big words, but as a top ghost fairy, she had keen observation skills and could detect from the expression and tone of the opposite party that this was not a lie!

This "Song Lan" is really capable of forcibly killing her!
Jiang Xinlian couldn't help but think of that sword in the illusion again.

In the early stage of the master, one sword kills the late stage of the martial saint.

What is the origin of this young man...

She suddenly regretted it.

One person, one sword, I have guarded the lonely city for 70 years