Ye Xiruo's fists couldn't help but clench, senior brother, don't force yourself too much.

In the tenth layer, there are sixteen sword slaves, and their power is in the early stage of Mahayana, although the senior brother is now a cultivator in the middle of the Mahayana period, but the senior brother is a person after all, and it is a joint sword formation composed of sixteen sword slaves, which is varied and unpredictable.

Moreover, the defense is amazing, and it is simply a group of small strongmen who can't be killed.

Senior Brother and Brother Xiu Qi have fought each other for so many years, but now that Brother Xiu Qi has stayed at the eleventh layer, Senior Brother will never give up.

Although he didn't know what the meaning of such persistence was, Ye Xiruo definitely didn't want Senior Brother to be injured in the Sword Tower.

I have to say that Ye Xiruo knows Zishu very well, Zishu is now consumed by most of the true yuan in his body, and the sword slave in front of him has only one dead, and there are still fifteen, and the sword in their hands can kill Zishu at any time and end him at the tenth layer.

Zishu was naturally unwilling, and with a flip of his palm, a blue-green flame burned slowly in the transparent Taishangzhong, which was beautiful, and the transparent Taishang also turned into a magnificent self-purple, looking like a flawless work of art.

It's just that the Taishang that appeared in Zishu's hand is not only a work of art, but also a murderous weapon.

The small and delicate Taishang quickly magnified countless times, directly upside down, and directly sealed the five sword slaves into it, and then his enemies turned into ten sword slaves.

If Ye Xi saw this scene, she would definitely not be able to help but bump into the green, the senior brother is so witty, she can think of this way, but how did she forget.

The snow-white sword light, circling between the ten sword slaves, didn't look so powerful. Zishu's snow-white figure was also completely surrounded by ten sword slaves, no matter how he cracked the sword moves in the hands of the sword slaves, there was still no way to break through the encirclement.

Zishu's snow-white clothes gradually added a few more bright reds, but those dark eyes were like sword light in his hands, cold and piercing.

Zishu was almost pressed to the ground by ten swords, and the sword in his hand was bent into the shape of a bow, and the sword light of Sen Han was reflected in his dark pupils, as if he was about to be shattered in the next second.

But in the next second, the sword in Zishu's hand directly picked up the sword in the hand of the sword slave, and the eight swords slashed through the air, and then slammed into the ground and disappeared.

The corners of Zishu's mouth hooked up a cold smile, this sword tower is really interesting, the perception between life and death is indeed different from usual, no wonder the little junior sister will let him come over, it is indeed a pity to miss it.

Taishang returned to Zishu's hand again, spun in a dripping way, and then disappeared. As for the sword slave inside, they have already turned into ashes.

Although the fire in the wood is not as good as the different fires of heaven and earth, after all, it is a rare spiritual fire in the world, and with his spiritual power, it is indeed not a problem to kill only five sword slaves.

Zishu flew straight up, stepped on the wall of the sword tower with one foot, and killed the eight sword slaves who had lost their swords with one sword. Just as he was about to deal with the remaining two sword slaves, a snow-white sword light pierced directly through his chest.

A mouthful of blood gushed out, and the sword in Zishu's hand flew out directly, killing one of them, and the one that attacked behind him was also smashed by him with one palm.

At the moment when the sword slave died, the sword on Zishu's chest also disappeared, but the wound left behind was still there.

Before Zishu could take the pill, the whole person was transported to the eleventh floor of the Sword Tower. On the eleventh layer, there are eighteen sword slaves in the middle Mahayana period, and almost every one of them has an immortal body.

Taishang immediately crossed in front of Zishu and blocked more than a dozen long swords, but there were still three or four swords that directly stabbed Zishu, but none of them were critical.

One sword on the back, one on the left shoulder, and two on the thigh.

Zishu's white clothes were instantly stained red with blood, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of Zishu's mouth.

It's really getting more and more interesting, with Xiu Qiyu's strength, he should be able to go further, I don't know why he stopped, but Zishu is unwilling to miss this opportunity.

Xiu Qiyu is already a member of the Heavenly Sword Sect, and he can enter the Sword Tower at any time and cultivate. He was different, it was probably the first time he had entered the Sword Tower, and it was probably the last.

The selection of the Protector was just a cover, and the little junior sister and himself knew very well in their hearts that he didn't need anyone's protection, and he would make everyone who wanted to kill him pay.

"It's the eleventh floor." The two elders laughed happily, but at the same time their hearts were extremely bitter and aggrieved.

Haoqi Pavilion This is a blessing that has accumulated for several lifetimes, how can he receive such a genius. Those who can be valued by Xue Junhan are undoubtedly wonderful Dan masters.

He seemed to see the fake Danshi, the Night Danshi and this Zishu Danshi were pretended to be swordsmen, it must be.

The record set by Xiu Qiyu just now has been broken just now.

The eleventh layer, which is very difficult in everyone's minds, has the best results in this year's assessment and has been obtained by a Dan Master of Haoqi Pavilion, what kind of mood is this.

"Ye Dan Master, as far as you know, how many floors can Zishu Dan Master go to."

"On the eleventh floor, if you go to the twelfth floor, you will definitely be seriously injured, and the master will definitely be angry."

Now Ye Xiruo only hopes that the senior brother will not do stupid things, and he must stop in moderation, and don't force himself too much.

Is Zishu reluctant? Perhaps, it is clear that it is already the end of the strong crossbow, and it is still struggling to support it, unwilling to fall.

The aura in the sword tower continued to pour into his body, repairing the wounds on his body, large and small, but it was not as fast as the speed at which his true yuan was consumed.

Eighteen swordsmen of the same level as him gave Zishu unprecedented pressure, but they still couldn't defeat him. The big deal is death, and he is not even afraid of life and death, what are these sword slaves so terrible, and what are they that cannot be defeated.

Taishangzhong trapped the three sword slaves, and the fire in the wood was burning, but he was never able to refine the three sword slaves.

Zishu was single-minded, using his spiritual power to control Taishang, accelerating the refining of the three sword slaves, and at the same time looking for a gap surrounded by fifteen sword slaves.

Why hasn't he come out yet, Ye Xiruo has already walked to the bottom of the sword tower at this time, and his face is full of worry.

Big brother, there will be absolutely no next time in the future.

"Ahem." Zishu slashed the neck of a sword slave with a sword, and of course the price paid was seven or eight slashes on his back.

Indeed, he is now at the end of the crossbow, and even so, he has to pull a few more pads, and exchange injuries for his life, and he will not lose.