"It's not as exaggerated as you think, the sword intent of most of the more than 7,000 ancient martial artists coincides, you only need to deal with the strongest of them." The man said.

"So, how many?" Ling Chuxi's heart relaxed a little, and then asked. Well, the 10,000 grass and mud horses in my heart were reduced to 9,000 grass and mud horses. In fact, I still want to say grass and mud horses to this person!

"Is this question important?" The man said lightly.

Ling Chuxi smiled bitterly, this question is really not important, no matter how many strongest martial artists there are, they have to face them one by one anyway. Anyway, as long as you resist it, you can pass the guò test and become the fourth lucky person in thousands of years, if you can't resist it, then you will be like the owners of those ancient swords in the sword mound, and you will be wiped out.

The 10,000-point cold star was already like a meteor shower from outside the sky, enveloping towards Ling Chuxi.

Since he knew that he was not dead and the test was not over, Ling Chuxi was even more high-spirited, in the sea of qi, the light of the martial arts Dan heart bloomed, the divine light flashed in his eyes, and Ling Chuxi's long sword moved quickly, stabbing into the ten thousand cold stars.

A little spark bloomed, and Ling Chuxi actually found the only true sword shadow from the tens of thousands of illusory sword lights, and smashed it in one fell swoop. If it is in a real battle, this sword will not cost much body, because the opponent's sword turns into a thousand shadows, so the power is not great, but in this case, the loss of spiritual power is amazing.

Ling Chuxi clearly felt that the aura in the heart of the Martial Dao Dan in the sea of qi dimmed, and his brain was slightly dizzy.

Before she could catch her breath, another sword came out of nowhere, stabbing her chest with a majestic sword intent.

Ling Chuxi could only beat his spirit and greeted him again.

Barely stopping for a moment, one ancient sword after another appeared in front of him, attacking Ling Chuxi one after another with the momentum of thunder.

Although it disappeared immediately after a sword, this sword condensed the lifelong sword intent essence of an ancient powerhouse.

Ling Chuxi had no time to think, her mental power was constantly consumed, her mind was blank, and she just relied on instinct and intuition to resist the attack of one sword faster than one sword, and one sword stronger than another.

The sword in his hand, but there is no discipline at all, the abyss sword technique, the seven-string needle method, the seven-string fingering method, and the big scattered hand...... All the martial arts she had learned were driven by instinct and intuition, and even the sword intent of the ancient powerhouse that she had just felt became her magic weapon to save her life in the next moment.

Her mental strength became weaker and weaker, there was a tingling pain in her mind, her eyelids were as heavy as lead, Ling Chuxi even had the idea of giving up, but she knew that she must not give up. This is not a dream, once she gives up, her soul will be destroyed under the sword intent left behind by the ancient powerhouse.

She could only grit her teeth and insist, and every time she defeated a sword intent, then she was one step closer to the test of Tongguò.

Even Ling Chuxi himself couldn't remember how many sword intents he had defeated, only to feel that he was getting more and more tired and weak.

……

Finally, as another sword light disappeared like a bursting silver star, the qi qi ended, and only a void was left in front of him.

Ling Chuxi also reached the limit, as if all his energy had been drained, his eyes closed, and he fell to the ground.

The sea of spirit had been completely depleted and was on the verge of collapse, but at this moment, a clear spring poured into the sea of spirit, and the already hazy divine consciousness gradually became clear.

Is this a test of the pass?