Painting of the Nine Immortals

On the fourth floor of Feng Jian Tower, five virtual shadows stand proudly, and the sword is shocking and murderous.

Ling Xian's expression calmed down, and she dared not take the slightest care.

Although Xingying has no sage, with his fighting experience, he can completely break them one by one, but there is a premise.

He can survive a thousand moves under the siege of five ghosts.

If he persists, he may break it. If he cannot persist, he can only be bombed out of Fengjian Tower.

Therefore, Ling Xian condensed a wind sword in each hand to fight five false images in a defensive posture.

Swipe!

The sword is vertical and horizontal, and the edge is exposed. The five virtual shadows form an impenetrable attack net.

This put Ling Xian into a hard battle. Although he could resist with two swords, the sword's sharp edge still left a scar on him.

The shirt was broken and blood was pouring out. It was only a moment before he looked a little bit embarrassed, but it was just some skin trauma, which was not a big deal.

"Hurry up, there are a few hundred more tricks, you can see the flaws."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and the two swords were defensive, resisting the storm-like attack.

Time passed by bit by bit. After half an hour, he had been bruised and his clothes were stained red.

However, the results are also pleasing. After fighting with Xingying for more than a thousand moves, he finally saw the flaws.

"It's my turn."

With his mouth raised, Lingxian's two swords together, the sword of wind erupted in full swing!

boom!

The sword is vertical and horizontal, splitting the sky, although the five virtual shadows are not scattered, they are almost disintegrated.

The next moment, Ling Xian appeared ghostly behind two virtual shadows, and the two swords pierced and destroyed them.

Immediately afterwards, the double swords turned into an invisible wind, covering the remaining three ghosts.

Swipe!

The sword air was vertical and horizontal, and the three phantoms completely disappeared without resistance.

"it's finally over…"

Lingxian exhaled a long sigh of relief and relaxed.

The fourth layer is really difficult, or it is not easy for every previous layer.

Although Xingying has no sage, it is not easy to find the flaws. It must be supported by hundreds of moves.

In the case of being outnumbered, how many people can insist on one hundred moves or even thousands?

"It's no wonder that even Tianjiao, such as Sword 12, stopped on the fourth floor, which is really hard." Ling Xian sighed, and then laughed.

He got through to the fourth floor. Doesn't this mean that he surpassed sword twelve?

"This step has been reached, and we are striving to pass the fifth floor and get Feng Jianshi."

Looking at the stairs leading to the fifth floor, Ling Xianxing's eyes flashed with expectation, but he didn't have much hope.

The old man has said that the opponent on the fifth floor of Feng Jian Tower is himself, that is, only by surpassing himself can he win.

If he could use all his strengths, Ling Xian would have some confidence, but he could only use the sword of the wind, and he was not sure.

"Let's go and have a look."

Ling Xian smiled a little, took the best quenched swordstone into his pocket, and then stepped onto the fifth floor.

Suddenly, a light of God shrouded him, and then a figure indistinguishable from him emerged, with a temperament as immortal and extraordinary.

"It really is me ..."

Ling Xianxing's eyes narrowed, and Ning Feng made a similar move with her right hand condensing the sword.

"I am the hardest to surpass. Even if I persist, I cannot win."

"Only a breakthrough can make it possible to suppress it."

Ling Xian slowly shook her head, knowing that she could not win, she simply did not take any action, and flew away from Feng Jian Tower.

...

When the fourth floor of Feng Jian Tower lights up, everyone present was shocked, and then they stared at the fifth floor.

Sword XII is no exception.

If the fifth floor lights up, it means that Lingxian surpassed him. Therefore, he is rarely nervous and doesn't want the fifth floor of Fengjian Tower to light up.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

The bright light blooms from the fifth layer, which means that Ling Xian passes the fourth layer and surpasses the sword twelve!

This shocked everyone and stunned.

The same is true for Sword Twelve.

He, who was sitting in a mountain like a pan, stood up at this moment, and his face was full of shock.

"It turned out that the fourth floor was too powerful."

"It's unbelievable. You know, even Sword Twelve stopped at the fourth floor. He is the strongest heir of this generation!"

"What exactly is this person? You know, many well-known Kendo people can't pass the fourth floor. He actually did it, which is too strong."

Everyone exclaimed, shaking.

It is amazing to get through the fourth layer. In the case of sword twelve, it is even more shocking.

"Opened the fourth floor ..."

Twelve swords clenched tightly, both unwilling and bitter.

He knows that he has become a foil and will make Ling Xian stronger and more stunning!

"I didn't expect that the shame would be Sword XII ..."

An old man sighed, leaving everyone silent.

Although Lingxian and Jianzhuang were not hostile and didn't even say a word, it was a coincidence that they were one in front and one in the back, and everyone would inevitably make comparisons.

Therefore, when Ling Xian entered the sword tower, everyone said he was unwise and thought that he would bring out the power of sword twelve.

But no one expected that the final result would be sword twelve as a foil!

At this moment, a light flashed, and after dissipating, Ling Xian's figure was exposed.

His shirt was torn and bloody, and he looked rather embarrassed.

But in the eyes of everyone, this is not a manifestation of howling, but a powerful symbol!

Because he not only got through the fourth floor, but also surpassed the sword twelve!

Therefore, everyone showed respect, just like facing a Kendo man, from the heart of awe.

"Unfortunately, I failed to pass the fifth floor and got Feng Jianshi."

Ling Xianmulu regrets it, but after thinking about it, she is relieved.

The fifth floor of Feng Jian Tower is too difficult. In the case of the opponent being himself, even the elder Nine Swords who are amazing and brilliant may not win.

Moreover, his harvest has been enough. Four pieces of superbly quenched sword stones are enough to increase the power of the sword by 30%!

"Four superb hardened sword stones, with a total value of more than 100 million, and I paid only one million spirit stones, which is a great deal."

Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction, then took a big step, and then entered Feng Jian Tower.

This made everyone stunned, and then the look became a little weird.

"My son is so talented that he can get through the fourth floor and admire him."

The old man sighed, showing a bit of distress.

"Reputation."

Ling Xian chuckled, then threw a million spirit stones, and said, "Let's go, I will enter the sword tower again."

"My son, Feng Jian Tower has regulations. Those who pass through the first floor cannot enter again in March." The old man laughed at all and guessed Lingxian's intention.

"Then I crossed the fourth floor, how long will it take to enter?" Ling Xian Jianmei frowned.

"Three years." The old man smiled like an old fox.

"Traitors, treacherous merchants, really right."

Ling Xian glanced at the old man, and knew that Feng Jian Tower would not give away the sword stone in vain.

"Hey, I'm bragging about me." The old man smiled.

"Wait, I'll be back in three years. When that happens, I will seal the sword stone."

With a slight smile, Ling Xian turned out of the tower, and then saw a sword.

No killing, but sharp sword.