Sword Master Ling Tian

"This guy, what did he just say? Going to the Ninth Floor? I'm afraid it's not crazy, right!"

"You should have heard it right. He was talking about going up to the Ninth Floor. This is an obvious match with Jiange!"

"It's crazy, he will not give up when Yu Sen is abused."

"But this time I think he is going crazy. The Ninth Floor is the important place of my Cloud Sea Pavilion. Although it is not the secret place of all exercises, it is worshipped by disciples in the realm of Sanxian. All kinds of rare exercises!"

"It is said that only the master of the Yunhai Pavilion in the past has ever ascended to the ninth building. There is only one exercise, which is the top kendo exercise practiced by my founder of the Nine Heavens Yunhai Pavilion when he was in the realm of Emperor Wu. The Qianchen Sword Formation is said to be It's extremely difficult to comprehend."

"That's right, the eighth building has not been visited for hundreds of years. It contains the secrets of the six pavilions. It is not easy to understand one copy."

"No matter, since Ling Tian is determined to have trouble with Jiange, let's wait for a good show!"

"You guys, quickly go back and inform the senior brothers and sisters in the cabinet, this is a good show, you can't miss it anymore."

As Ling Tian flew up to the Sacred Sword Mountain, all the warriors under the mountain clamored, and the Jiuxiao Yunhai Pavilion, which had been silent for so long, finally watched.

More and more warriors flew over from other islands, waiting to watch a good show, and even the deputy pavilion master of Zhuge was alarmed.

Of course, Ling Tian didn't care about things under the mountain.

The sword light passed Wen Luohan, and Ling Tian took the lead to fall in front of the Tibetan Martial Hall.

"Ok?"

Wen Luohan also discovered that Ling Tian had chased him after hearing the sound of the sword light breaking through the air.

But Ling Tian's speed was extremely fast, and before he could react, he had already fallen in front of the Tibetan Martial Hall.

Flying sword? !

Seeing the sword light at Ling Tian's feet slowly dissipating, a trace of jealousy and fiery flashed in Wen Luohan's eyes.

This kind of mysterious body technique should be owned by the sword pavilion!

In front of the Tibetan Martial Hall, there are also many disciples who are preparing to enter it and obtain the exercises through trials.

Ling Tian and Wen Luohan fell back and forth in front of the Tibetan Martial Hall, making those disciples also startled.

Wen Luohan actually came today, and anyone dared to pass him and set foot on the Tibetan Martial Hall first?

Doesn't this guy know that Wen Luohan is Senior Brother Jiange?

Ling Tian looked at the so-called Tibetan Martial Hall with countless gazes around him.

Somewhat different from what you imagined, this Tibetan Martial Hall is not a building with nine floors, but winding up the stairs along the ridge, with a total of nine halls.

The main hall on the first floor is right in front of you, and it is extremely large enough to accommodate thousands of disciples entering it at the same time. This is the first floor.

Between the next few floors, there were a lot of disciples coming and going.

The more you go up, the smaller the area of ​​the temple, and the smaller the figure of the warrior.

After reaching the fifth floor, there is no one at all.

"It's kind of interesting."

This kind of vicissitudes symbolizes the heritage and inheritance of a sect.

Ling Tian looked at the Nine Great Halls in front of him, his eyes flashed with eagerness, and he was obviously extremely curious about this method of climbing the Sendai collection.

Ling Tian's gaze retracted from the mountain, and his gaze was fixed on an old man in a gray robe in front of the first building. Holding a broom in his hand, he gently swept the dead leaves on the ground.

The old man's face was extremely old, wrinkled like a gully, and he was limping when he walked, but his eyes were awkward.

But Ling Tian took a look, the sea of ​​thoughts trembled, and his spiritual thoughts became tense.

This is a master!

Ling Tian's heart moved.

Although the fluctuations of these powerful men were well hidden, they were still sensed by Ling Tian's sensitive divine mind.

Maybe this old man is inferior to the Feng Xuan and his ilk in the vast battle hall, but he is definitely in the middle stage of Sanxian.

But now, is it sweeping the floor in front of this temple?

That person also seemed to feel Ling Tian's gaze, looked back from a distance, then turned around and continued to sweep up.

"Hehe, it seems that you really don't give up."

Behind him, Wen Luohan's voice sounded, "Don't put me Wen Luohan in your eyes?"

Ling Tian didn't turn around, "I can't control what you think, but today, I'll take care of your sword pavilion!"

"You Wen Luohan, I am sure to step on it too!"

"Presumptuous!" Wen Luohan yelled in anger when he heard the words, "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like this!?"

There are still a lot of disciples in front of this hall, Ling Tian said like this, it is clear that he did not put Wen Luohan in his eyes.

Just now, someone went to Jiange and told him that Ling Xi was a disciple of Yiqi Pavilion. Wen Luohan suddenly became angry and looked for it.

It's no secret that he admired the second disciple Ling Xi of Tianyin Pavilion's true pass. As long as who approached Ling Xi, he would secretly get rid of it.

Just now at the foot of the Sacred Sword Mountain, he was just giving Ling Tian a prestige first, but he didn't expect that Ling Tian was really excited.

"Master Jiange, you don't have to grind here with me, don't you want to go to this Tibetan Martial Arts Hall? I am waiting for you on the top!"

"You have to hurry up, otherwise it will be windy. I can't hear what you are saying."

When the voice fell, Ling Tian never turned his head from beginning to end. With a long laugh, he flashed into the first floor hall.

"hateful!"

"The ignorant inferior Tianjiao, I swear by Wen Luohan, I will make you worse than death!"

With his fists in his sleeves clenched tightly, Wen Luohan whispered, looking at the martial artist who was looking around, a chilly breath, immediately forced them to abandon their eyes.

Then, Wen Luohan was wrapped in sword intent, and rushed to chase him.

The first few buildings are similar. There is a barrier before each gate of the temple. If you want to enter it, you must break the barrier with brute force. In fact, it is to test the combat power of the disciple.

For Ling Tian, ​​it was breaking with a wave.

Below the Sacred Sword Mountain, all the disciples who came to watch the excitement were also the two figures chasing on the ridge of the king. They were amazed.

Because the speed of the two is almost to the extreme.

Among the crowd, Dange's Nan Gongjin and Feng Zhiruo were among them.

However, the former looked at Ling Tian's figure, but shook his head, "It's just another generation who is striving for strength and victorious. Can a person like him make a good pill?"

"Hehe, Nangong, for Ling Tian, ​​alchemy is just a part-time cultivation."

"Do you think, two of them, who can win?"

Feng Zhiruo smiled.

"I've also been to the Tibetan Martial Hall. The first five levels are not difficult. Starting from the sixth level, the will of my Yunhai Pavilion's past dynasties will remain to be tested. I have only entered the sixth level. There are hidden exercises for the bottom five of the top ten among the pavilions."

"In martial arts, I am a swordsman, so I chose the sixth swordsmanship in kendo, which is already ranked highest in the sixth level."

"That Wen Luohan climbed to the seventh floor three years ago and got the third-ranked swordsmanship of the cold abyss. That is already the top swordsmanship in the seventh floor. The highest record among the younger generation of Yunhai Pavilion."

"But now Ling Tian's cultivation base is less than Emperor Wu, how can he compare with Wen Luohan?"

"Besides, Wen Luohan must have come prepared this time, I am afraid that he will have the determination to rush to the eighth floor in one fell swoop."

Feng Zhiruo couldn't help being surprised when he heard the words, and took a breath: "Listening to you, it seems that this Tibetan Martial Hall is really terrifying."

Immediately, she looked at Holy Sword Mountain, her eyes suddenly lit up.

"Look at Nangong, Ling Tian seems to have rushed out of the sixth building first!"

Nangong was shocked when he heard the words, her out-of-focus pupils suddenly shrank, condensed in the white figure that flew between the sixth and seventh layers, and he couldn't help but hiss.

"So fast? How could it be possible?!"