Fantasy: My Nine-Life Fate With The Empress

"I am angry!"

Xiao Hao roared angrily, and the sword in his hand actually glowed a little.

It quickly turned red, but halfway through, it deflated and turned dark and red.

"This is the Sun Sword Body!?"

Now the three of them finally recognized him, with surprised expressions on their faces.

This sword body is not said to be the best, but it is also ranked in the top ten among the strongest sword bodies.

This time Lin Youyou became more cautious.

Although there are very few geniuses in the world of immortality who can rise above the ranks to fight, those with the Sun Sword Body may be one of them.

"ah!!"

Xiao Hao roared angrily and rushed towards Lin Youyou.

He rushed over aggressively! !

He flew back menacingly. . .

After a while...

"Master...save...life..."

Xiao Hao, who was covered in sword wounds, lay weakly on the ground and looked at Wang Feng on the tree.

The jade plate around his neck was healing the wounds on his body.

Wang Feng jumped down from the tree and smiled, letting Lin Youyou go back first.

Xiao Hao was really not so outrageous that he could beat Lin Youyou.

After all, it’s impossible to jump so far when fighting across levels. You can directly cross eight small realms with only one sword.

"You see, if this person doesn't force himself, his strength will not improve significantly in a short period of time."

Wang Feng used his spiritual power to heal the cheap apprentice's wounds while talking in his ear.

If he hadn't asked the girl to spar with Xiao Hao just now, he probably wouldn't have released the energy of the Sun Sword Body.

In this way, he will be able to use it more skillfully in the future.

For example, the sword power that can add the power of the sword body to the sword body can greatly improve the combat power.

"Senior, can we leave now?"

The voice this time was different, with a bit of coldness, and it was the words spoken by the villain-faced Yu Que.

"Well, let's go, let's go."

Wang Feng waved to them, carried Xiao Hao on his back, jumped up on the big tree and ran towards the city with a bound.

The three of them just turned around and were about to leave.

When leaving, I turned around and found that Wang Feng and Wang Feng had disappeared, and I couldn't help but feel shocked.

I wonder how much higher the senior's cultivation level is than them?

It must be at least five small realms or above, right?

In fact, Wang Feng just used his body skills to run faster. After all, he was only two levels higher than Yu Que.

But it is indeed five levels higher than Lin Youyou.

...

the next day.

Little Sword Sect.

Wang Feng and the two of them, who asked for directions along the way, finally arrived at Xiaojianzong Mountain.

The two of them looked at the fairy-like sect at the foot of the mountain like country bumpkins.

That's right, right at the foot of the mountain.

All higher-level sects have these routine operations, which are endless steps that can be seen at a glance.

As for why Wang Feng is said to look like a country bumpkin, it's because he simply likes to look like a country bumpkin.

In the past, he had visited the three strongest sects in Tiancang Continent: Sword Sect, Ice Palace, and Xianting.

Further down are the Nine Holy Lands. Wang Feng only visited a few of them before he was hacked to death by Jiang Hanxi.

And Xiao Hao is a real country bumpkin.

"It's really tiring for you to work on these steps day by day."

Wang Feng complained as he looked at the high and far steps, and there was still a little mist floating around.

People look at this as if it were an immortal platform.

From time to time, people passed by them and climbed the steps, blending into the countless people climbing the steps.

Among them, some came to watch the excitement, some went to compete, and many others were doing their own thing.

"Let's go, let's fly up."

Wang Feng looked at the sky and saw some flying people.

There must be a rule that there is no restriction on flying. If there is a rule, this little sword sect has pure cerebral palsy.

Wang Feng held Xiao Hao's neck collar and flew all the way up the steps.

When he landed again, Xiao Hao was amazed and extremely excited.

"Master, you are so beautiful!!"

Xiao Hao couldn't help but shout out. This is the most beautiful place he has seen since he left town.

In the distance are palaces, resplendent and majestic.

People are like ants under those palaces, and those magnificent palaces pierce people's eyes.

"Look at your worthless look."

Wang Feng rolled his eyes at him, and then ran into the palace to visit.

The two wandered all the way to a sword viewing platform.

Wang Feng looked at those swords and his eyes lit up.

Now he wished he could move all these swords away.

There are swords of different lengths, some as small as daggers.

Some swords are as big as a person and as wide as a person, and there are also swords that are quite normal.

They were all yellow swords, middle and upper ones, and the most eye-catching one turned out to be a blood sword of low-grade earthware.

But it's a pity that there are two old people guarding there.

Wang Feng took a look and saw that both of them were at the ninth level of the Spiritual Realm. Wang Feng was shocked. What kind of sect is this?

He originally thought this was just a small sect, but he didn't expect that even the people guarding the sword viewing platform were at the ninth level of the Spiritual Realm.

I can only let go of my thoughts of moving these swords, otherwise I probably won’t be able to escape from this mountain gate.

As they visited, the sun in the sky reached the middle of the sky and reached the sky.

Boom~!

Boom~!

Boom~! !

"Dear Taoist friends or brothers and sisters, everyone who is supposed to be here must be here, and those who are not supposed to be here are also here!"

"So now, the competition is officially ready to begin!!"

Three thick bells rang, followed closely by a loud voice shouting.

Phew~~~~~~~!

boom! !

As he finished speaking, a bright firework exploded in the sky, and people began to run in that direction.

"Hey, it's so beautiful."

This scene made Wang Feng couldn't help but say something, and pulled Xiao Hao to follow the crowd.

This sect is quite advanced. To prevent boredom before the competition begins, people can visit the unimportant halls first.

Soon they came to an open field. The size of this field was at least measured in thousands of meters.

There are about a hundred arenas in the middle of the venue, one three meters away from another.

Each arena is expected to be at least fifty meters wide.

Wang Feng scanned around and found that in the distance there were dozens of huge sky-reaching pillars lined up one meter apart.

There is at least three meters of space above each large column.

And there are people wearing uniform clothes one after another above, but the colors are different. They seem to be based on status.

Dozens of people, without exception, all had a small cyan sword embroidered on their chests.

"There is no choice of name for the first day of the competition. If you are at the ninth level of the Spirit Gathering Realm or below, you can enter if you think you are capable!"

"Each arena has a judge, and only ten people can enter each arena. First come first served."

"The battle lasts for one stick of incense, and the last person standing can join the Little Sword Sect!"

"In case you don't fight, so! As long as there are more than two people standing, all of them will go down and wait for the next fight."

The meaning couldn't be more obvious. If you don't fight, you will be eliminated from the previous game and have to wait for the next one.