Everyone has a golden finger, and I can copy

The battle was extremely brutal, and blood was constantly spilled between the two men.

The nine golden cyclones in Mo Nan's body vibrated together, and strands of sharp sword energy pierced the void.

At a certain moment, the sword intent surged, and countless tiny sword energies swirled around Mo Nan, and finally formed a three-foot-square space around Mo Nan.

Sword intent, great success!

The formation of the sword heart domain represents that Mo Nan's sword intent has finally reached the state of great success.

Within three feet, I am invincible.

This is the trump card and one of the killer moves of the sword cultivator, the sword heart domain!

As Mo Nan's sword intent reached its peak, the battle gradually came to an end.

"Bang!"

Countless sword energies pierced into the body of the peerless supreme along with the Qingfeng sword, and her figure exploded into pieces.

Mo Nan was also seriously injured, and her face was extremely pale.

Taking out the healing pills that he had taken from Xiao Yan before, Mo Nan began to meditate to heal his injuries.

After a moment, Mo Nan stood up.

He looked at the light gate in front of him. The assessment had been successfully completed. Should he continue?

After a little thought, Mo Nan walked towards the light gate.

The eighth floor corresponds to the eleventh realm of martial arts, the realm of heaven and earth, the sage!

The peerless figure that only exists in historical materials and legends, the top combat power of the human race.

Although Mo Nan knew that there were sages on Blue Star, and there might be quite a few, even the emperors of higher realms were guarding Blue Star.

But such a person, although knowing it, most people probably will never see the true appearance in their lifetime.

The moment Mo Nan stepped onto the eighth floor, the space in front of him was no longer white, but turned into a dark space, with countless lights flashing, as if he was in the boundless universe.

Above the space, four light spots were like stars, illuminating the dark space.

Mo Nan didn't waste any words, and stabbed one of the light spots with a sword.

Then, a figure in black appeared in front of Mo Nan.

The Qingfeng sword was unsheathed and the fight started.

After a full half-hour of fighting, Mo Nan's body was already covered with scars.

He kept coughing up blood from the corners of his mouth, and some internal organs could be vaguely seen in it.

Many bones were broken and blood was splattered!

The black-clothed figure was not feeling well either, and his situation was not much better than Mo Nan's, and even looked worse.

Another quarter of an hour later, Mo Nan lay on the ground powerlessly.

He won.

The black-clothed figure had dissipated, but Mo Nan had also lost all his fighting power.

Now even an ordinary person could easily take his life.

This battle was a tragic victory.

"The overall level of the gold finger is still too low."

Mo Nan's strongest gold finger is now only a Taoist-level top-grade one, and the only half-step immortal-level Xuanwu bloodline has not been used yet.

And the black-clothed figure just now is definitely the owner of the legendary immortal-level gold finger!

Although he had won the match by relying on the advantage of numbers, this was just a martial arts emergency.

Even the previous female supreme definitely had the lowest half-step immortal level golden finger, and it was possible that it was also immortal level.

And Mo Nan himself, relying on a bunch of Taoist golden fingers to get here, was already very good.

Mo Nan was lying on the ground, but his heart was full of desire and expectation.

Immortal-level golden fingers, right?

Mine, mine, sooner or later it will be mine!

After a while, Mo Nan, who had recovered from some injuries, slowly stood up.

He looked at the light gate that appeared not far away, his eyes flashed, and his fighting spirit surged.

However, he finally did not choose to enter the ninth floor. There was nothing else, and he would probably be killed in seconds!

That was the emperor. It is said that the gap between the emperor and the saint is greater than the gap between the saint and the mortal.

In his current situation, it is estimated that... uh, there is no need to estimate, he is definitely not an opponent.

But Mo Nan was not discouraged. He was a growth-oriented person. After he copied a fairy-level golden finger, he would come here to fight with the emperor at the same level!

If one was not enough, he would copy two. If two were not enough, he would copy three. If it really didn't work, he would just copy the emperor's golden finger.

Mo Nan didn't believe it. In this case, if he still couldn't beat him, he could just find a piece of tofu and die.

One day, he would become the emperor and surpass the emperor!

After looking at the light gate again, Mo Nan's mind moved, and his body disappeared in the Fengyun Tower.

...

Jiuxiao Academy, on the misty mountain.

The figure in white laughed loudly, while the figure in black had a dark face.

After a while, the figure in white finally stopped laughing and said to the figure in black:

"How does it feel to be defeated by someone in the same realm?"

The figure in black snorted coldly: "Hmph, it's just a mark. If I personally take action, let alone in the same realm, I will be defeated by someone in a lower realm.I can suppress him with a flip of my hand!"

The figure in white sneered: "You should change your stubbornness and face-saving habits."

Then, he looked at the infinite distance again: "However, this little guy really exceeded our expectations."

The figure in black also became more serious and smiled: "I thought the seventh level was his limit, but I didn't expect him to break through the eighth level. Although those marks suppressed his cultivation, his understanding and comprehension of martial arts cannot be suppressed. This kid is very good. "

The figure in white curled his lips, and the corners of his mouth twitched. You didn't say that just now!

...

In front of the Fengyun Tower in Tianling City, Mo Nan's figure quietly appeared.

He looked at the figures in the square and felt a little puzzled.

What's going on?

At this time, Mo Nan was covered with scars all over his body. He even forgot to change his clothes. His clothes were completely soaked in blood. His face was pale and there was blood on the corners of his mouth. He looked extremely miserable.

The crowd in the square was shocked and curious when they saw Mo Nan's miserable appearance.

Isn't this too miserable? Just to break into the Fengyun Tower, do you need to fight so hard?

Yang Feng, who was originally a little impatient, laughed out loud when he saw Mo Nan's miserable appearance:

"Yalan, he is your friend? I'm not saying that you don't need to do this if you can't break into the Fengyun Tower? You don't even want to die for fame? Yalan, you have to stay away from people who like fame and fortune. "

Zhao Yalan ignored Yang Feng and quickly came to Mo Nan and handed him a first-grade pill.

"Mo Nan, are you okay?"

Mo Nan took the pill and smiled at Zhao Yalan: "Lord Zhao, it's okay."

Yang Feng also followed and laughed loudly in a teasing tone:

"Let me see the new genius of our Tianling City. Tsk tsk, friend, you are so desperate, have you reached the second floor?"

"Yang Feng, shut up!" Zhao Yalan said coldly.

Mo Nan looked up at the strange young man in front of him and frowned.

It seems that mentally retarded people are everywhere, whether in ancient times or modern times.

Just as he was about to speak, the Fengyun Tower behind him suddenly shook.