"Oh..."

Lin Dongqing, the elder who was sitting on the second floor of the Yijian Tower, said that he would no longer pay attention to Mo Lingquan after he said a word. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 In his opinion, Mo Lingquan, like other disciples, had not comprehended the painstaking efforts of the predecessors of the Hidden Sword Pavilion to establish the Yi Sword Tower.

"Senior, the disciple still wants to continue to break through..."

Mo Lingquan arched his hand at the purple-robed elder.

"What does it matter to me if I can't break in!"

Lin Dongqing Lin Dongqing closed his eyes and no longer paid attention to Mo Lingquan.

“…… The juniors said goodbye. ”

Lin Dongqing's sudden turn of face made Mo Lingquan choke, and then saluted and retired.

The three bronze figures on the third layer formed a mysterious formation, besieging Mo Lingquan, and after he saw through the operation of the formation, he waved his hand to break it.

The fourth floor is still...

"Whew..."

Mo Lingquan took a long breath, the mysterious formation of the eighth layer was finally seen through by him, and the moon at the center of his eyebrows turned more and more rapidly.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

The three-foot green blade in his hand turned into a sword curtain in the sky, and the sword light was terrifying, and the mysterious formation composed of eight bronze men was broken in an instant.

"Click..."

The stone door behind him slowly opened, and under the surprised gaze of the elders sitting on this floor, Mo Lingquan walked out unscathed.

"Still want to break in?"

The purple-robed elder looked at Mo Lingquan with a smile on his face, and he was surprised in his heart.

With the strength of the half-step Heaven Realm, he broke through the eighth layer unharmed, and Mo Lingquan's talent in the sword path amazed him.

You must know that even Ling Yun, who is known as the number one master of the young people of the Hidden Sword Pavilion, in this realm, is only worthy of breaking through the eighth layer, and the plan is not as easy as Mo Lingquan.

"Yes! The junior wants to try the ninth floor. ”

Mo Lingquan looked at the elder sitting in front of him with a serious face.

"Go ahead, the old man is looking forward to your performance. ”

The sitting elder smiled slightly, looking at Mo Lingquan expectantly.

"Farewell juniors!"

After saluting to him, Mo Lingquan also stepped on the stone steps of the ninth layer.

"You're here..."

Mo Lingquan had just stepped onto the ninth-story stone tower, and an old voice seemed to come from the distant sky.

"I'm coming. ”

Mo Lingquan's face was calm.

"Go ahead!"

The white-haired elder waved his hand, and the nine stone doors at the edge of the hall opened.

Nine bronze figures slowly walked out from behind the stone gate, surrounding Mo Lingquan and forming a mysterious formation.

The moment this formation was formed, Mo Lingquan felt a strong pressure.

The figure swayed, the moon at the center of the eyebrows rotated, bringing everything on the ninth layer into perception, and with the sword steps under his feet, he shuttled through the mysterious formation composed of nine mechanical bronze figures.

Bean-sized beads of sweat slid down his forehead, and the nine-story ancient pagoda was more mysterious than the layer, and the layer was more difficult to break through.

"Zheng..."

The three-foot Qingfeng in Mo Lingquan's hand suddenly came out of its sheath, resisting the attack of the nine organ bronze men.

The moon at the center of his eyebrows rotated endlessly, and under his subtle perception, all the changes that occurred on the ninth layer could not be hidden from him.

A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of the old man guarding the ninth-floor sword tower, Mo Lingquan's performance had exceeded his imagination.

If he didn't know that the Organ Bronze Man would not show mercy, he would have thought that everything in front of him was a scene played by Mo Lingquan and the Organ Bronze Man colluding.

Every time after Mo Lingquan dodged, the attack of the Bronze Man reached the place where he had arrived before.

"Anticipate the enemy!"

Suddenly, a thought appeared in the old man's mind. Could it be that he has already realized the way of sword playing?

"Zheng!Zheng!"

Mo Lingquan waved the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand quickly, and he found that with every exchange, the mysterious formation connection between the nine Organ Bronze Men showed a trace of fluctuation.

After a long time, under the intentional touch, Mo Lingquan finally saw through the mystery of the formation of these nine organ bronze people.

I saw that his sword edge turned and his swordsmanship changed. Qingfeng slashed, like a storm sweeping leaves, the tip of the sword pierced straight, like a rainstorm destroying flowers, the sword light flickered east and west, gathered and scattered, like a dragon. The old man guarding the ninth-floor sword tower was also taken aback, this junior is really a great swordsman, seeing him like a seal, but like an attack, it is really unpredictable.

"Zheng!Zheng!"

A series of clashing sounds, and the sound of humming was endless.

Suddenly, the sword shadow disappeared in the sky, Mo Lingquan put away his sword and stood, and the nine bronze men slowed down, retracted the long sword in their hands, and retreated into their respective stone gates.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

The purple-robed elder guarding the ninth floor stood up and looked at Mo Lingquan with excitement.

"Heart Sword..."

Mo Lingquan raised his head and looked at the old man in front of him with a calm expression.

"Heart Sword... Is that it?"

The purple-robed elder was stunned for a moment, and took out an object from his arms.

"Yes!"

Mo Lingquan's face was calm, although he was a little puzzled why this secret book fell into the hands of the old man, but he didn't ask.

In addition to the above insights and experiences on the basic eighteen forms, it is the method of unloading force by leveraging force. Where do you get the sword move?"

The old man looked at Mo Lingquan with a strange expression.

"The way of the heart sword of the Qin seniors is that there are no tricks to win, so why do you need sword moves?"

Mo Lingquan smiled slightly, and looked at the purple-robed elder guarding this layer of the sword tower with an indifferent expression.

"There are no tricks to win... What a no-trick to win..."

After listening to Mo Lingquan's words, the purple-robed elder fell into deep thought.

"The seniors, the younger generations have understood, so I will leave. ”

Mo Lingquan saluted the old man and was about to turn around and leave.

The purple-robed elder who was deep in thought ignored Mo Lingquan, and pointed into a sword, slowly gesturing. Mo Lingquan's sentence of no tricks and no tricks gave him a big start.

Slowly descending the stone steps of the Yi Sword Tower, on each floor, Mo Lingquan would salute the purple-robed elders guarding the town.

Outside the Yi Sword Tower, I don't know who spread the news that Ling Yun accompanied Mo Lingquan to break into the Yi Sword Tower.

From the mouths of the disciples who failed to break into the sword tower, everyone knew that Mo Lingquan was challenging the sword tower layer by layer.

"Senior Brother Mo is so impulsive!"

After looking at the disciples of the Hidden Sword Pavilion who were looking at the bustle, Meng Yanran, who came in a hurry, looked helpless.

"Senior Sister Meng's words are wrong, my brother is confident, and the so-called momentum is like a tiger. ”

Because Mo Lingquan mentioned before, Ling Yun has a good impression of this kind junior sister.

"But Senior Brother Lingyun, Senior Brother Mo has just cultivated his internal strength after all..."

Meng Yanran looked worried, after all, it is not absolutely safe to break into the sword tower, death is not enough, but it is inevitable that one will be accidentally injured.

"I believe in my brother. ”

Ling Yun looked at the Sword Tower with a calm face and said slowly.

"Waste is waste after all, it's just luck to win the favor of the ancestors. ”

Meng Yanran's words made Tang Ziqian, who had always been at odds with Mo Lingquan, very annoyed. Even though Ling Yun was present, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Luck is also part of strength, you are just lucky to get a good skin, in my opinion, except for a little bit of qualification, it is useless. ”

Ling Yun wouldn't give Tang Ziqian face, if it weren't for leaving Mo Lingquan as a sword test stone, he dared to speak disrespectfully in front of him, he would have taught him a lesson directly.

In the face of the powerful Lingyun, even if he was as arrogant as Tang Ziqian, he could only be silent.