On the fourth floor of the Sword Tower, where it was difficult to see the end, the green and misty gas became more and more intense.

With a fluctuation in the space, a figure suddenly appeared in a deserted area, and his blank gaze scanned the surroundings.

"The fourth floor of the Sword Tower. ”

6 Feng's eyes narrowed slightly, staring at the blue light that swept in, and he could feel a tingling pain in his skin.

And this fourth layer is generally the cultivation place of the powerful Venerable Martial Realm and the Quasi-Saint Realm powerhouses.

This kind of sword intent carrying the power of the ancient is no longer something that a weaker person can bear.

As for the fifth layer, it was already a dangerous place for the Saint Realm powerhouses and even some Sword Saints to cultivate.

6 Feng took a deep breath, and the blue light containing the power of the ancient made his true yuan boil, and his flesh and blood throbbed strongly.

And now he was in a good mood, and he accidentally learned that there were still people in the Holy City and the Jianming Hall alive.

No matter what situation they face now, there is still a spark left.

Swish!

And just as he was thinking like this, a wisp of cyan wind swept in without warning, and 6 Feng suddenly felt a piercing pain, and a hideous crack was suddenly torn out of his arm.

"The terrible Gangfeng, but this is the only way to make the ancient power pour into the flesh and blood. ”

For the harsh environment here, 6 peaks showed great interest.

He walked slowly on the fourth floor of the sword tower, letting the wisps of wind sweep through his body.

At this time, his spiritual power radiated out.

"Sword Intent Storm, over there!"

The light in the eyes of 6 Feng was condensed, and the sword intent storm that ordinary people could not avoid, he chose to take the initiative to impact and meet the past.

As we got closer, I could feel the chill of the storm.

Far ahead, there were black shadows the size of ants gradually enlarged, and they fled in a panic.

"This storm!"

When he really saw the fourth-layer sword intent storm, the 6th peak was able to feel the shock.

The blue-black cyclone that swept ten miles, the sword intent roared, and the sword arcs flickered, just the aftermath of the leakage could make the Zun Martial Realm unbearable.

"It's a lot of pressure, but that's what suits me best. ”

And in the face of the storm of sword intent that even the quasi-saint powerhouses did not want to provoke, 6 Feng grinned, without any hesitation, and rushed in directly.

"Is that person looking for death? Dare to break into the sword intent storm directly. ”

"Hmph, that person has not yet reached the physical body realm of the second realm of quasi-saints, and he dares to provoke the storm of sword intent, and he will suffer when the time comes. ”

Those sarcastic voices 6 Feng naturally didn't pay much attention to them.

At this moment, he used the storm to quench his body, absorbing the power of infinite eternity, and gradually adapting himself.

This kind of sword intent storm is pervasive and tearing at the flesh and blood of the 6 peaks.

The blue and black sword intent surged, and the flesh and blood on the body of the 6th peak suddenly became lifeless.

The sharp pain came like a tide, and even the tenacious mind of the 6 peaks felt that it was extremely painful.

And every time he endured it, the wounded flesh was poured in by the ancient power and recovered in an instant.

This kind of wonderful change can be imagined as the good intentions of the Qinglian Sword Ancestor at the beginning.

The teeth of the 6 peaks were trembling, this kind of sword intent storm was not comparable to the third layer at all.

But the benefits were obvious, and he felt his body intensify at an extremely slow rate.

"Silence!"

In this environment, 6 Feng also felt that some of the obscure aspects of the life and death swordsmanship were actually much more enlightened.

6 Feng smiled with satisfaction, and every point of strength he strengthened before the opening of the Qinglian Saint Realm was close to the opening of the Blue Lotus Saint Realm.

Cultivation continued in this boredom and suffering, and the 6 peaks stood still like a rock.

With the passage of time, what made 6 Peaks helpless was that even the effect of the fourth-layer sword intent storm was much smaller, as if it had reached a certain limit.

"Looks like we should try it out there. ”

6 Feng's heart moved, he withdrew from the storm of sword intent, and suddenly came to the side of a lone peak.

This lone peak shot out a blue and black beam of light, and there were fierce black lights flying around it, which was much stronger than the sword intent storm.

This is the peak of the sword, a place where only the strong can cultivate.

6 Feng did not hesitate, straightened his body and stepped forward step by step.

Suddenly, the wind howled, and the black light surged into his body mercilessly.

"That's what makes me feel the pressure. ”

A crazy smile flashed across 6 Feng Junyi's face, and after a burst of laughter, he stepped directly to the top.

At the moment when he just stepped on, that kind of terrifying pressure, even the quasi-saint realm, would be torn into shreds in an instant.

However, the physical body of the 6th Peak was already stronger than ordinary people, and after experiencing that kind of inhuman pain and torture, he gradually settled here to cultivate.

At the same time, although there is a gorgeous place in the Holy City, there are many people in the Sword Pavilion.

There is a room.

The room was dimly lit, and the faces of the two figures were tense.

The breath here is so oppressive that it is difficult to breathe.

"A few days ago, people from the three major sword sects came to trouble my Sword Ming Hall again. ”

And above the seat, there was a black old man with a deep voice.

Although his line of old sword eyebrows was extremely sharp, it revealed a sense of powerlessness.

"In the past thousand years, we have suffered less trouble, just like Tianjiao, who was comparable to Li Jianqing a hundred years ago, was assassinated by them. ”

Under the position of the black old man, he was a middle-aged man in white, and the holy power was constantly permeating, and he was actually a strong man in the holy realm.

The old man sighed, angry and helpless: "That kid is too arrogant, if you listen to the old man's words, you won't end up like this." ”

He took a sip of bitter tea and said again: "Yixue was troubled by them in the sword tower a few days ago, fortunately, someone took action, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable." ”

"I have heard of this, it is said that Wu Fan was directly turned into a waste by an eight-change martial artist named 6 Peak, which caused the anger of the three major sword sects, and wanted to go to the sword tower to ask for an explanation, but was directly rejected by the people of the Holy Land. ”

The white-clothed saint nodded.

This incident also caused a sensation in the Holy City.

"6 peaks, not long ago it was recognized by the Sword of Life and Death. ”

The old man groaned.

"Do you think that 6 Peaks is the thousand-year-old crown prince? It's just a name, and he helped me Jian Mingtang just has a lot of trouble with the three major sword sects. ”

Seeing the expression of the old man in black, the saint in white interrupted.

"Of course I don't think so, the crown prince fell a thousand years ago. Now this 6 peaks is just a junior, I just think of the former crown prince. ”

The old man in black waved his hand and laughed at himself in his heart.

"Really?" The white-clothed saint seemed to think of something, and said, "At a young age, he has such strength, maybe it is the person from Tianfu Prefecture, and not long ago, the slaughter saint and the dark demon lord had a confrontation with the Mu Xing Emperor Lord. ”

"Emperor Mu Xing, not only is he powerful, but he is also scheming, and he actually wiped out my Heavenly Star Dynasty almost overnight. ”

The anger of the old man in black made him unconsciously shatter the teacup he had just held into powder.

"Okay, although the slaughter saint is strong, and the dark demon lord is terrifying, it has nothing to do with my Jianmingtang, have you thought about what I said before?"

The white-clothed saint changed his words and said.

"If you want to mention this matter, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

(End of chapter)