Painting of the Nine Immortals

"It's not wise to enter Fengjian Tower at this moment."

An old man sighed and everyone nodded in agreement.

Although Sword Twelve did not open up the sword tower, but it was able to open up the third floor. It is quite powerful. Many of the well-known Kendo can not be done.

In this case, whoever enters the sword tower behind him will be compared by everyone.

If it is surpassed, it is naturally nothing, if it is not as good as the sword twelve, then it will be shameful.

In the eyes of everyone, it is already amazing to get through the third floor. Lingxian cannot surpass the sword twelve.

"Not wise ..."

Listening to the voice behind the discussion, Ling Xian smiled lightly and walked calmly without stopping.

It is wise or not to see if he can surpass sword twelve. If it is surpassed, no matter how stupid it is, it is wise.

Besides, he doesn't care about everyone's views, he cares about the best quenched sword stone.

Although it is not as good as Feng Jianshi, this object is also a rare treasure, which can ask the fairy sword how sharp it is.

Therefore, Ling Xian did not hesitate, and walked into Feng Jian Tower.

Upon entering Feng Jian Tower, the first thing he saw was not Jian Yi, but an old man with a smile on his face.

He looked at Ling Xian with a smile, as if looking at the white stone.

"A million spirit stones, right." Ling Xian smiled, waving his sleeves, a million spirit stones emerged.

Seeing this, the old man's smile grew stronger and he said, "My son, please come in."

As he said, he gave way and the light curtain behind him disappeared.

Seeing this, Ling Xian stepped out and stepped over the light curtain.

Suddenly, the murder came, and he froze coldly.

I saw two human figures appearing in the shadow, both holding swords on their right, like gods.

The sword was sweeping across the wasteland, and the cold and sharp edge made the scalp numb and shudder.

At the same time, the three strengths of Ling Xian's magic soul body were all sealed, and only the wind sword sent to him by the old man of nine swords was available.

"Every enemy is two ..."

Ling Xian smiled slightly, not panicking.

Although he could not use other powers, the old man from Jiujian passed on to him not only the sword, but also a supreme supernatural power.

At the moment, he condenses the wind into a sword, pointing at two ghost images.

brush!

Jianmang broke through the sky, killing the sky, the virtual sword on the left like the Yangtze River waves, surging and endless.

The virtual sword on the right is fiery, fierce, and terrifying.

The two swords are powerfully killed, and if they are changed to ordinary people, they will most likely be stiff and have no courage to fight back.

"The sword twelve passed the first floor, so can I."

Ling Xian chuckled and used the sword of the wind to fight two ghosts.

In an instant, the three had already fought a hundred tricks. If they were placed outside, they would be shaking in all directions, and they would be devastated.

The virtual sword on the left is infinite, and the virtual sword on the right is fierce.

However, it failed to suppress Lingxian.

His sword was too fast. Whether it was a fierce fire sword or endless water sword, he could not stop his attack.

"Like it."

The word of indifference fell, Lingxian Fengjian broke through, and the peerless sharpness showed, and the two swords were broken cleanly.

At the same time, the two ghost images disappeared, meaning that he got through the first floor.

Immediately, a silver-white stone emerged, releasing a soft and bright light.

It is quenched sword stone.

"Sure enough, it is the best sword hardened, much better than the one you got at Yantai."

Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction and put the hardened sword stone in his bag.

Then he ascended the steps and reached the second floor.

The same as the first floor, the moment when you set foot, the murder came, and the sword added.

The difference is that there is one more virtual shadow, in other words, a sword.

brush!

Three phantom shots, full of sharpness, cracking the sky.

Even as strong as Lingxian, his expression was dignified.

From a quantitative point of view, it is just a sword, but in fact, the difficulty has increased several times!

Therefore, Ling Xian didn't dare to take the slightest care. He turned the wind into a sword and faced it strongly.

Swipe!

Jianguang roars, breathes Changhong, and the three swords intertwine, forming an impenetrable attack net, suppressing Lingxian.

However, it just seems to suppress. In fact, Ling Xian is not in a disadvantage.

He looked as usual, handled calmly, and showed everyone's demeanor.

By the blink of an eye, the hundred strokes had passed.

Although the three virtual shadows are in perfect harmony, they are dead after all, and they are just a few tricks.

Ling Xian is experienced in battles and has rich experience in fighting. Therefore, he finally broke them one by one with a wind sword.

The ghost image dissipated, the **** stone appeared, and another piece of hardened sword stone came into her arms, which made Ling Xian smile with satisfaction.

"One million spirit stones are exchanged for two superb hardened sword stones. It's a good deal. Would you like to come again after going out?"

Ling Xian smiled brightly, then took a big step and came to the third floor.

It is no different from the second layer, it is still a sudden killing, and it is still a sword.

This made Ling Xian look dignified, but there was no panic or fear.

From a quantitative point of view, the four sword meanings are indeed dominant, but the intensity is similar to Ling Xian's wind sword meaning.

In this case, it is actually a move and an experience.

Xingying has no sage. Although the sword moves are subtle, only that kind of change can easily be seen through.

Lingxian, however, is experienced in battles and is extremely experienced.

Therefore, although he was suppressed at the beginning, but after a thousand moves, he broke the four ghost images one by one.

"It's not difficult."

Ling Xian smiled a little, took the third layer of the best hardened swordstone into the bag, and then boarded the fourth layer.

...

Outside of the sword tower, most people meditate and practice the sword.

A few people are gathering together to chat, and the topic is that Ling Xian can break into the first floor.

At this moment it wasn't long before Ling Xian went in, so they didn't pay attention to Feng Jian Tower.

And just as they were chatting, Yu Guang suddenly caught a glimpse of the second floor of Feng Jian Tower, and could not help exclaiming: "Look at it, the second floor is on!"

"what?"

The crowd looked at Feng Jian Tower subconsciously, and then they became even more dazed.

Because the second layer is indeed bright, which means Lingxian passed the first layer!

This surprised everyone at the scene, but soon returned to normal.

The sword twelve beads and jade are in front, but only through the first layer, naturally everyone will not shake.

But after a while, the crowd couldn't sit still, and they all showed a little shock.

The reason is that the third layer lights up, which means that Ling Xian has got through the second layer.

What's more shocking is that after half an hour, the fourth layer is on, which means that Lingxian got through the third layer and tied with the sword twelve!

"Where is this fierce man that emerges? He can actually pass the third floor and tie with the sword twelve!"

"Strong enough, thought he would be ashamed."

"Now the shame isn't him, maybe it'll be sword twelve."

Everyone talked, and it was difficult to hide the meaning of the shock.

The same is true for Sword Twelve.

Originally sitting cross-legged and closing his eyes, he opened his eyes at this moment, a little surprised, and a little nervous.

Ling Xian has reached the fourth floor. If he passes, then he who is originally a pearl jade will be reduced to a foil.