Legend of Swordsman

On the school ground, the sword was unparalleled and attracted much attention.

"I heard that one month ago, this sword Wushuang has reached the peak of the Sixfold Realm of Spiritual Taoism. I wonder if his spiritual power now reaches the Seventh Realm?"

"A month into the Seventh Realm? What a joke!"

"In my opinion, he should still linger at the peak of Liuzhong Realm. Although this practice is good among many disciples in this battle, it can be compared with Jianmeng, it is a heaven and a land."

"If he hasn't reached the Seventh Level, but still wants to challenge Jianmeng today, it would be foolish. Even if he fortunately reaches the Seventh Level, challenged Jianmeng, who is at the top of Hua Haicheng, it is still his own choice. disgrace."

Many Houfu disciples are secretly discussing.

On the ring, Jian Wushuang's step finally stopped in front of the spiritual power spar, raised his head to look at the spiritual power spar ahead, Jian Wushuang took a deep breath.

"Two months of hard work ..." Jian Wushuang recalled that he had dared not practice the slightest slack in the past two months.

Cultivation room, staring at the huge pressure, constantly squeezing and craving his madness.

In the battlefield of life and death martial arts, in order to get a sufficient amount of Pui Ling Dan at one time, at the risk of more life and death challenges!

In the Nine Wolf Mountains, fight with the blood lion beast, and devour as much as possible in the congenital spiritual water pool.

I was almost crazy for two months, and now it was the moment when everyone showed him the two months of practice.

"No one is optimistic about me, and they all think that I challenge Jianmeng today. That is a foolish dream. In that case, then you all open your eyes and show me carefully." There was a flash of hotness in Jianwu's eyes, and he immediately extended his palm to touch On that spiritual power spar, the heavenly creation tactics worked, and the surging spiritual power burst out from the body.

Humming ~~~

The bright purple light burst from the spar of psychic power almost instantly.

Ten layers of spiritual spar, the first layer to the sixth layer when Jian Wushuang spiritual power just merged into the spiritual power spar, it immediately lit up, and immediately followed the seventh layer representing the seven realms of the spiritual path, The same bright purple light burst out.

"The seventh floor is on!"

"Seven Realms of Spirituality?"

"Suddenly reached it?"

There was an exclaim on the school ground, and there was a face in the crowd that had become extremely pale. This face was that of Jian Lin. This time he also broke through and reached the Seventh Level of the Lingdao. He thought he had caught up with the sword unparalleled. But now ...

You know, under the infusion of Jian Wushuang's spiritual power, the seventh layer of that spiritual power spar bursts with very bright purple light!

Alas, there is still no stopping.

之后 After the seventh layer of purple light lit up, the eighth layer also burst out with dazzling purple light.

"Eighth floor?" Jian Lin could not help but stare.

The eighth layer representing the realm of Huahai Xiaocheng on the sacred power spar is bright, and it is still a brilliant purple light, and this purple light is still slowly extending towards the ninth layer.

"As I thought, the spiritual power of this spiritual power spar test is judged based on the strength of the spiritual power. Although I haven't really transformed the sea yet, my cultivating celestial power has reached the peak of Shinto Yae. It is equivalent to the peak of Huahai Xiaocheng who is an ordinary practitioner, and the power of Datian fortune is far stronger than that of the same level. This ninth layer ... "The sword in Wuyou's eyes flashed in vain.

"Let me shine!"

Humming ~~~

The ninth layer of spiritual spar, a layer of purple light also rose suddenly at this moment.

Represents the ninth floor of Huahai Dacheng, it's on!

"Impossible!"

In the stands, Jian Lan was the first to growl. I saw that his face was no longer proud of it at this moment, and some were just twisted to the extreme madness.

"Jian Lan, you just said, this little guy didn't gather spiritual power two months ago?" Situ Qingyue looked directly at Jian Lan.

"I, I ..." Jian Lan was speechless for a moment.

"The ninth floor? How is this possible?" Jian Xinhong's pupils also stared round.

"The Great Ocean!"

"How did he make it happen?"

"Fake, fake, this is absolutely impossible. Two months ago, he had not yet gathered his spiritual power!"

crazy!

The entire campus is completely crazy!

"Ninth floor?"

Qi Jianmeng's arrogant and beautiful face has been maintained from the beginning to the end of the battle. Until this moment, she finally changed, and an unprecedented terror appeared on her face.

Horrified!

Yes, Jianmeng was shocked too!

I have to know that she has been practicing as a rare evil in Jianhou Mansion for a hundred years. She has been practicing since she was twelve years old, and now four years have passed.

Everyone knows that Jian Wushuang was a waste that could not gather spiritual power.

Everyone knows that two months ago, Jian Wushuang was just an ordinary person without even a trace of spiritual power.

Everyone thinks that what Jian Wushuang said to challenge her in front of everyone today is a big joke.

But now, when you see the high platform, the moment when the ninth layer of spiritual power spar representing Huahai Dacheng lights up ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Who dare to say that Jian Wushuang is a joke?

Whom, dare to say that Jian Wushuang is not qualified to challenge her?

If Jian Wushuang practiced the eleventh sword in the first wave of martial arts exercises just now, it just makes him feel sad, so now when he cultivates his spiritual power to show to the public In front of him, that was really shocking!

"Sinister!"

"Monster!"

Everyone can't help but come up with these two words.

Jianmeng practiced at the age of twelve and reached the summit of Huahai at the age of sixteen. This is a super genius rare in a century, and it took only two months to cross the sea from an ordinary person. Dacheng's sword is unparalleled, what is not a monster?

At this moment, the monster in everyone's eyes has slowly retracted his palm, the dark pupil, sweeping away with a hint of pride.

Under the high platform, a large number of disciples of Jianhoufu were swept away by Jian Wushuang's eyes one by one, and any disciples who came into contact with Jian Wushuang's eyes could not help lowering their heads.

On the entire campus, only one person still carried a trace of stubbornness, and dared to look at the sword's peerless eyes.

This person is Jianmeng.

Qi Jian Wushuang's eyes finally stayed on Jian Menger's body, without any words. At this moment, the fighting in their hearts had risen to the extreme.

"Sword dream, get up!"

The cold and explosive drink, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, suddenly spit out from the mouth of Jian Wushuang, ringing the world.

In a short time, the entire school ground was boiling.

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