Hearing this, Xing Feng fell into a short contemplation, these two choices must be related to the ladder of climbing, he had to choose carefully, the first choice is to protect his face, the second choice is to let go of his face, of course, the difficulty of the ladder corresponding to these two choices will be different, when you choose to maintain your face, you must bear the consequences of maintaining your face.

The second option, although the face is temporarily lost, but it can reduce a lot of the danger of climbing the ladder, thinking of this, Xing Feng understood why he saw some warriors climbing the ladder before, it turned out that those warriors chose the second option.

"Buzz!"

Just when Xing Feng was hesitating, the Zhu Shen Sword held by Xing Feng in his hand suddenly made a sword sound, as if it was conveying something to Xing Feng.

Feeling the meaning of the Divine Sword, Xing Feng smiled and said, "Senior, I choose the first one. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a slight shaking in the surrounding space, and after a while, the shaking stopped, and there was no change in the surroundings, Xingfeng was still standing on the top of the thousandth floor, but Xingfeng didn't know why he felt that the position he was standing in now was different from the position he was standing in before.

The reason why he chose the first one was that he felt the meaning of the sword of the gods, in fact, this choice was the same as the choice when he first entered the Tianshan Mountain, since he chose to hold the sword, then how could there be a reason to lie on his stomach, when the old man left the punishment wind, he said a sentence "The sword is unsheathed, and the edge is exposed." ”

The swordsman, when Ning bends and does not bend, puts down his body in a daze, he loses the sword heart, a swordsman without a sword heart is not worthy of holding the sword in his hand.

Holding the sword of the god of punishment, he quickly stepped on the one thousand and first steps, just when he stepped into the next step, the stone steps of the hundred refining diamonds under the feet of the wind vibrated violently, and the violent vibration made the wind standing on the steps have to take the sword of the god as a support point and stand on the steps with difficulty.

As time passed, the frequency of the tremors became more and more dense, and the shaking became more and more intense, and Xingfeng kept staring ahead, as if the origin of the tremors came from the steps ahead.

"I... This is too exaggerated!" With the angry shout of Xingfeng, a row of soldiers wearing armor and riding war horses appeared at the steps thousands of floors away from Xingfeng, galloping towards Xingfeng in unison.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

A deafening shout of killing came out of the mouths of those soldiers, resounding through the heavens and the earth, and a momentum of slaughter arose.

Standing on the steps, Xingfeng was a little distracted by the sound of killing, and then bit the tip of his tongue lightly, and the tingling sensation on the tip of his tongue made Xingfeng regain his clarity, and he looked at the thousands of troops and horses that were rushing towards him with a solemn face.

Is this the price of the first option? Isn't this an exaggeration, each of these soldiers has reached the ninefold realm of the condensation realm, and the punishment wind roughly estimates that there are at least tens of thousands of soldiers rushing towards him, tens of thousands of condensation realm ninefold, even the psychic realm martial artists will be very tricky, and judging from the movements of these soldiers, it is known that these soldiers are strictly trained, and they are even more difficult to deal with than the ordinary ninefold martial artists of the condensation realm, coupled with the tacit understanding between each soldier, Xingfeng dares to say that even if the triple martial artists of the psychic realm encounter this army, they will fall into the desert and flee.

It is said that there is a world of difference between the realms of martial artists, but the advantage in numbers has made up for this, tens of thousands of ninefold soldiers in the Condensation Realm are enough to crush the martial artists under the triple level of the Psychic Realm, and Xingfeng is a person with a broken qi, to face such a huge army, it is conceivable that Xingfeng has no confidence at all now.

Of course, Xing Feng has no regrets, this is his choice, and it is also the choice of the Sword of the Gods, even if he dies, he must defend the dignity of the swordsman.

"Punish the gods, fight with me. Facing the 10,000-strong army in front of him, Xing Feng was not afraid at all, but instead had a strong fighting spirit and rushed forward quickly.

The width of the steps of the ladder is limited, and it is impossible to line up the army of 10,000 people, in fact, there are only 200 soldiers who are faced by Xingfeng each time, if it is in an open place outside, even if Xingfeng's strength is at its peak, looking at this army, Xingfeng will not have the slightest hesitation, turn around and run, and now because of the ladder, this 10,000-person army looks huge, but it can't give full play to the advantages of the army at all, but falls into passivity.

The speed of the Punishment Wind was still very fast for these soldiers of the Nine Layers of the Condensation Realm, every time the Punishment Wind swung the Divine Sword, someone would fall from the war horse, but the Punishment Wind continued to attack for more than a dozen breaths, and then quickly retreated.

"If you continue like this, you will definitely be consumed alive. "The backward Xingfeng is already carrying a rough breath, the position of these soldiers is too close, although this will hinder their attack, but the neat advancement, so that the Xingfeng can not use greater strength to kill the other party, but also to maintain speed, sensitivity, as long as the Xingfeng attacks a person, dozens of spears next to it will stab at the Xingfeng's body.

Looking at the soldiers who fell to the ground, Xing Feng's face gradually became solemn, he only killed more than thirty soldiers in a dozen breaths, there were tens of thousands of soldiers here, he wanted to kill until the Year of the Monkey, it was definitely not possible to rely on brute force alone, but he couldn't use spiritual power now.

And at this moment, Xing Feng suddenly felt that spiritual power began to operate in his body, and immediately took out a few medium-grade spirit stones from the space ring, quickly absorbed them, and fought with these soldiers at the same time.

"Shura Realm, Swift Dragon Slash!"

As the continuous stream of spiritual energy entered Xingfeng's body, after the transformation of the seedlings in the Qi Mansion, the majestic spiritual power began to fill Xingfeng's body, feeling the spiritual power in the body, Xingfeng shouted, and a crimson field covering a radius of three hundred meters suddenly appeared, and the Zhushen Sword in his hand also quickly slashed out several sword qi and slashed the soldiers in front.

The release of the Shura realm doubled the pressure of the torture wind, and the suppression of the ninefold martial artists of the Condensation Pulse Realm in the Shura realm was very obvious, especially the war horses ridden by these soldiers were directly crushed by the Shura domain, and the minced meat mixed with blood was scattered on the steps, and for a while, the steps were all dyed red, and the blood flowed all the way down the steps.

However, the power of the Xunlong Slash Xingfeng was very disappointed, and he didn't even hurt a single soldier, it seems that he can only rely on the Shura Realm and the Phantom Meteor now, and he can't use other sword skills at all now, just now he suddenly felt the spiritual power, Xingfeng forgot that he is not even a pioneer now, how can he use those sword skills?

With the increase in the Shura realm, the sword in Xingfeng's hand was like a death scythe, quickly harvesting the lives of the soldiers present, coupled with the speed increase of the phantom meteor, now he couldn't see Xingfeng's figure clearly, only saw an afterimage quickly shuttling through the crowd, and everywhere he passed, there was a thin sword mark on the necks of those soldiers who fell to the ground.