Strode into the Sword Tower, glanced at the old man who was sleeping on the table, and went up. He knew about the Sword Picking Tower, but he had never walked into it.

Although the spirit sword placed on the first floor looks really extraordinary, it can't get into his eyes, and the sword on the second floor is divided into two parts, one is fancy and the other is simple, which can be called Weijing.

The three-layer sword can already be called a demigod weapon, and there are a little tassels flying around the sword body, but these degrees are not what Yuan Ming is looking for, and the minimum requirement for Yuan Ming is nine layers.

There is a barrier from the third floor to the fourth floor, and it takes enough strength to pass through it before you can enter it, Yuan Ming stood in front of the barrier, ready to enter the fourth floor.

The number of people on the third floor was not very large, but there were, including the people from the seven Dicang villages who had stood with him before.

When these people saw someone standing in front of the barrier, they gathered around to see the excitement.

"Brother, hurry up, what are you waiting for. Someone shouted in the crowd.

"If it doesn't work, forget it. Not shameful enough. Someone chimed in.

Yuan Ming ignored them and stretched out a hand to press on the barrier, which remained motionless.

"Cut, that's it, let's disperse, let's disperse. The crowd sighed.

"I told you not to be ashamed, don't be ashamed, how about this time?" the man seemed to be extremely chattering, buzzing non-stop.

Yuan Ming stretched out a hand behind his back and pressed it in the same position as Yuan Ming, and the two different arms seemed to coincide and pressed on the barrier.

Then there was a suction force from inside, and Yuan Ming was pulled into the fourth floor.

The old man lying downstairs opened his eyes suddenly, then turned over and went back to sleep, muttering, "It's really old." ”

The man was still there picking up his sword and chattering, "Hey, brother, why don't you take a look at this one, which definitely suits you." When the man picked up his sword and looked at the barrier, it was empty.

"Hey, this brother is really a little pitiful, he can't stay on the third floor, so he goes below. With that, he shook his head and moved on to the other swords.

The swords on the fourth floor were quiet, lying there one by one, but when they reached over, the swords quietly moved out of a distance.

The sword above the fourth floor already has a sword spirit.

Yuan Ming was not very interested in the sword on the fourth floor, and continued to go up, five floors, six floors, and seven floors, and the quality was gradually improved, and there was not much difference at the root.

However, the number is not small, enough to see the richness of Yunshan's collection.

As soon as Yuan Ming stepped on the ground on the eighth floor, a sword qi swept him out directly, and there was a cut in his clothes, and there was no wound.

These sword spirits were provoking him, but they were still a little measured.

However, even the simplest sword qi could not withstand it.

Yuan Ming spread out his hands, and the three hundred cyclones behind him were fully opened, and Xiao Yi crawled out of it and burrowed into Yuan Ming's body, borrowing soul magic!

One of the tricks, the three forbidden arts, after the resurrection of the Yuan Underworld, there is no restraint and can already operate freely.

After fusing Xiaoyi, Yuan Ming directly stepped into the Yandao realm, and the red moon rose from behind him, hanging in midair, moving with Yuan Ming's footsteps.

With his hands covered with tyrannical power, Yuan Ming re-stepped onto the eighth layer.

This feeling of power. It's just wonderful.

Another sword qi swung in, this time the sword qi was much stronger than before, perhaps sensing the changes in Yuan Ming.

The divine swords on the eighth floor moved one after another, as if they had a spirit in their hearts, flying and intertwining in the air, changing their positions, and quickly forming a sword formation.

"It doesn't have to be like this. The Yuan Ming aura fell quickly, and the whole face was full of bitterness.

"It's been a long time since we had anyone to play with us, so don't worry, it won't hurt you. One of the Excaliburs said.

The spiritual senses of these Excaliburs are all adults, and each of them has their own unique sword skills, even if there is no sword wielder, they can fight on their own.

"Well, that's offended. Yuan Ming confessed, he could understand the mood of these divine swords, the outer disciples could basically only get the spirit swords on the third floor and below, and the inner disciples were not strong enough, and they basically couldn't challenge the seventh layer.

Those elders have already equipped themselves with their own divine swords, so naturally they don't need them, so these truly noble and powerful combat power can only be dusted here.

The sword array rose, and a cloud of colorful mist began to spread in the center, enveloping Yuan Ming in it.

The tyrannical power in Yuan Ming's hands is constantly improving.

Tear pull –

From time to time, a divine sword passed through Yuan Ming's clothes, breaking through one hole after another.

Looking at this situation, it should be a maze, and just now there was a divine sword that was also shining with colorful streamers on its body, but at this moment, it was blinded and could not see the situation outside.

"Huh. Yuan Ming smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and dragged the red moon on the top, the light of the red moon was so prosperous, for a moment, Yuan Ming seemed to vaguely capture the location of the phantom sword.

rushed straight over, but was entangled by another sword, unable to move, and when it was released, it was already empty, and the phantom sword escaped.

"You cheat!" said Yuan Ming hatefully.

"Who cheated? Who cheated, you cheated, your power is not your own, who cheats. A group of Excalibur scribbled and said.

Yuan Ming was speechless, indeed, he just borrowed the power of Xiaoyi, and it really can't be regarded as his own.

Dragged the red moon again, and this time, he directly threw the red moon out and smashed it directly into the phantom sword.

"Ouch-"

"You junior, how to start is not light or heavy. "Out of the sword came a slender woman, who did not look like a fairy.

"Isn't that a group of you swords bullying me alone?" Yuan Ying said with a strong inwardness, these swords in adversity are all real artifacts, and they are even more comparable to the existence of a saint's combat power, he doesn't dare to provoke them.

"Forget it, you go up, those old guys above don't have a bad temper, you pay attention to yourself. The woman rubbed her head and went back to the sword, and those divine swords also got out of the way, letting Yuan Ming pass.

Yuan Ming stretched out a foot and tentatively stepped on the ground of the ninth floor, climbed for a while, and there was no sword energy, so he walked up with confidence.

"Robbery. A short sword was placed on Yuan Ming's neck, and he said in a milky voice.

"What?" Yuan Ming was stunned for a moment, what is the situation?

"Robbery, hand over all your spirit crystals. The milky short sword said again.

"Are you sure you didn't say the wrong thing?" said Yuan Ming as he pulled off the short sword and brought it to him.

"Let go of my son. The dull voice of another avenue suddenly sounded.