Destiny Martial God

On the 63rd floor of the Sword Tower!

If he didn't use the secret method of overdrawing the blood of the ancestor witch, it would be difficult to hold on to the end.

So, when he was about to further overdraw the blood of the ancestor witch to gain stronger strength, he suddenly reached out and slapped his forehead.

The Sword Tower was not a life-and-death situation, but just to test the limits and potential of his swordsmanship. Overdrawing the secret method of the ancestor witch's blood was a waste and a joke.

It seemed that his idea of ​​going to Shuangniu Mountain and using the three treasures of Shuangniu Mountain to hone his swordsmanship was too timely and too correct.

Because he was too dependent on some secret methods to assist in improving his strength, he would sooner or later ruin his talent in swordsmanship.

After thinking through all this, Yu Haoran suddenly felt relieved. The sixth swordsmanship, which was close to perfection, was instantly perfected.

"Mountains collapsed and the earth cracked!"

The extreme speed allowed him to instantly come to the side of the ninth-grade swordsman of the Martial Saint, swinging the iron sword to display the sword energy of his own swordsmanship, and through the guidance of the iron sword in the swordsman's hand, it directly blasted into his body.

The Martial Saint Ninth Rank Swordsman who seemed to be unharmed had actually been shattered by the sword energy.

As the swordsman in front of him gradually disappeared, Yu Haoran, whose mind became clearer and clearer, quickly recalled the five sword techniques he had just created. He planned to take advantage of his clear mind to further familiarize himself with and improve the five sword techniques, and then merge them.

"One sword cuts in two!"

The first sword technique he created directly cut off the arm of a Martial Saint Ninth Rank Swordsman.

"Directly!"

The second sword technique he created, which was less than one-third of a second apart, directly cut off his head.

"Stars and dots!"

The third sword technique he created instantly severely injured the second Martial Saint Ninth Rank Swordsman, and took his life directly by cutting him in two with one sword.

When the Sword Tower space condensed three Martial Saint Ninth Rank Swordsmen, Yu Haoran made full use of the six sword techniques he created, either continuously or intermittently, and basically killed a Martial Saint Ninth Rank Swordsman with two moves.

However, when the number of Martial Saint Ninth Grade Swordsmen gathered in the Sword Tower reached fifty-four, it became difficult to rely on only six self-created swordsmanship.

But he not only did not want to change his swordsmanship, but through the continuous familiarity and improvement of the six self-created swordsmanship, he gradually figured out the seventh self-created move, a swordsmanship that combines attack and speed.

With the imperfect attack and speed swordsmanship, he easily killed fifty-four Martial Saint Ninth Grade Swordsmen and survived the siege of sixty-three Martial Saint Ninth Grade Swordsmen.

However, in the face of the continuous attacks of eighty-one Martial Saint Ninth Grade Swordsmen, he began to gradually fall behind, and there was a possibility of being killed.

Of course, the protection of the special rules of the Sword Tower, even if he was cut in half by a swordman, he would not really die.

It was precisely because there was no real danger of death that Yu Haoran, who had always been in a relaxed state of mind, gradually felt the essence of attack and speed swordsmanship. When he was about to be cut by the swordsmen, he successfully created the seventh swordsmanship.

"Bloody rain and wind!"

Accompanied by a light shout, a sword energy that even the divine mind could not track quickly slashed across the necks of the three martial saint ninth-grade swordsmen.

The three iron swords that were about to cut, stab, or chop him stopped instantly.

Then, the three iron swords disappeared into space with the three swordsmen.

"Senior Qian, do you think Yu Haoran can pass the test on the 63rd floor of the restaurant and break into the 64th floor of the sword tower?"

It has been an hour and a half since Yu Haoran broke into the 63rd floor of the sword tower.

After such a long time, Yu Haoran still did not fail to break through the level, which suddenly gave the martial saint Qiu a shocking idea in his mind, that is, whether Yu Haoran can break into the 64th floor of the sword tower.

"If the kid surnamed Yu can break into the 64th floor of the Sword Tower, I, Old Man Cangshan, will immediately turn around and leave the Sword Tower, leave Shuangniu Mountain, and never step into the Sword Tower again for the rest of my life."

Before Qian Shuhao could answer, Old Man Cangshan, who was sitting cross-legged at the east gate of the Sword Tower, expressed his contempt for Yu Haoran by swearing a poisonous oath.

Qian Shuhao could not help but frown.

But the casual cultivator followed the rule of keeping to himself, so he neither scolded Old Man Cangshan for being too narrow-minded, nor gave an answer to whether Yu Haoran could successfully break into the 64th floor of the Sword Tower.

Of course, Old Man Cangshan's unexpected move against Yu Haoran made the people on the top of the peak even more dissatisfied, but they were afraid of his powerful strength and dared not speak out.

But most of the people at the scene prayed in their hearts, praying that Yu Haoran could break into the 64th floor of the Sword Tower, so that they could not only slap Old Man Cangshan in the face, but also force him to leave the Sword Tower and Shuangniu Mountain, giving everyone at the scene hope to enter the Sword Tower.

"It's lit up, the sixty-fourth floor of the Sword Tower is lit up!" Just as everyone was praying in their hearts, the martial saint who respected Yu Haoran almost jumped up and shouted excitedly when he saw the light gradually rising from the sixty-fourth floor of the Sword Tower.

"It really worked!" The martial saint Qiu muttered to himself in shock.

"Uncle Ling, collect Yu Haoran's information immediately and see if you can become friends with him!" Liu Xing reminded solemnly.

"Xing'er, I have already arranged for people from Lingxiao Pavilion to go to the Great Qin Empire to collect Yu Haoran's information." Uncle Ling said with great satisfaction.

"According to ancient legends, when the rules of the Heavenly Dao are gradually perfected, the Sword Dao and the Sword Dao will respectively produce three talents that surpass the evildoers and reach the level of the God Realm."

Looking at the gradually brightening light on the 64th floor of the Sword Tower, Qian Shuhao guessed in his heart.

"Could it be that Yu Haoran is one of the sword masters!"

"Damn it!"

The old man Cangshan, whose face was instantly gloomy, immediately flashed a strong murderous intent in his eyes, and there was a dark round ball in his left hand hidden under his wide sleeves.

In the 64th floor of the Sword Tower!

After successfully killing 81 Martial Saint 9th-grade swordsmen with his self-created seventh sword technique, Yu Haoran entered the 64th floor of the Sword Tower with great expectations, wanting to try his own sword technique and see if he could challenge the Martial Honor 1st-grade swordsman condensed in the Sword Tower.

However, what made him feel extremely depressed was that the Martial Honor 1st-grade swordsman condensed in the Sword Tower space just glanced at him, and an unbearable terrifying sword energy directly strangled his life and made him faint completely.

When his consciousness regained consciousness, he found that he was already on the first floor of the Sword Tower.

"It seems that I must either cultivate to the level of a quasi-Martial Honored One, or create my own ninth sword technique. Otherwise, I simply cannot withstand the look of a Martial Honored Swordsman that contains the mysteries of the sword."

After taking a deep breath and setting the next cultivation goal for himself, Yu Haoran walked out of the south gate of the Sword Tower.