A dark ancient stone sword stuck in the center of the altar.

Sixteen giant pillars that reach the sky reveal the extraordinary here.

Even though this is a transfiguration scene, it still makes Du Hei feel a little stressed.

His expression gradually became solemn.

Duhey found that it was not easy here.

Above each giant pillar, there is a pattern.

There is a wild picture of slashing the dragon with a sword, a person looking at the sky proudly, bathed in dragon blood.

There is a terrible scene of stepping on the bones of corpses, sitting on a mountain of corpses, bathing in the remnant sun.

There is a sword in the sky, a sword to cut through the void, there is a sword to hold a sword, and the waves are all retreating......

The pictures are all extraordinary.

"If it's true, how powerful is it?!"

Du Hei's heart chuckled.

He couldn't imagine what level of powerhouse this was.

Extraordinary?

More than.

Although the transcendent is strong, Du Hei believes that even the strongest transcendent is not enough to make the waves recede just by making a stop on the beach.

It was a sea.

But it is the will of heaven and earth.

can make the heavens and the earth change color, even if it is at the imperial level, it is difficult to do it, right?

I'm scared.

Suddenly.

The sword that was stuck in the altar flickered.

Colorful brilliance.

Bright as glass.

Du Hei's attention was raised to the extreme, and the whole person tensed.

Even an inch of muscle has a faint flow of spiritual power.

This is the best posture.

If something happens, he will instantly burst out with the fastest speed to dodge the attack.

Du Hei didn't think about going over and going head-to-head with the defenders of this last floor.

After all.

Although his hand-to-hand combat ability at the moment, under the outbreak in a short period of time, he is not inferior to a martial artist of the same level.

But you must know that starting from the ninety-fifth floor, the strength of the tower guards on each floor is not bad among the seventh order.

He still had to play to his strengths as a summoner.

The change continues.

Inserted in the center of the altar, the original simple and unpretentious, stone-like giant sword, in the gradual brilliance, its size is gradually shrinking.

Finally.

As a sword aura suddenly bloomed, rendering the entire sky blue and purple, the giant sword had already turned into a three-foot green sword.

The shape is not chic, and there are no dragon head snake patterns, galloping tigers and other patterns.

It's a cyan sword.

Hovering.

Make a sonorous sound.

Undoubtedly.

This is definitely an extremely strong sword.

But what made Du Hei care more was the owner of this sword.

Able to use this sword.

Able to control this sword.

How strong should this sword be to be able to recognize the existence of the Lord?

Du Hei was curious.

But he did not lose his will to fight.

Because, he knows.

The rules of the Yuanling Pagoda will suppress it to the seventh-order cultivation.

Otherwise, just now he fought all the way and met a lot of fierce beasts or martial artists who seemed to be of the transcendent level before his death.

But he can fight them all.

Even if these strong people have a high degree of control over the use of skills and spiritual power, it is terrifying.

But he is not a soft persimmon.

The strengthened skills, coupled with the strengthened body, have unparalleled resilience, and they are still not intimidated.

Just now on the ninety-ninth floor.

He also stubbornly piled up the powerhouse of the ancient era, who was known as the war demon.

That guy also kept saying that Lao Tzu was invincible at the same level at that time, and Lao Tzu was alone outside the gate at that time, and he fought more than 20 fierce beasts of the same level.

Then, it still hit the street.

I, Du Hei, am a systematic person after all!

This is Du Hei's greatest confidence.

But the confidence is the bottom of the heart, he still wants to know how outstanding the master of the sword who left such a pattern and achieved such a deed is.

The long wait.

Finally.

The altar in front of it has changed again.

The originally solidified land seems to be cracking inch by inch at this moment.

Followed by.

A young shoot, emerging from the ground.

And then......

There is no then.

Du Hei was a little puzzled, and finally couldn't help but say, "What about people?!"

The words fell.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded.

"I'm here!"

The voice is a little immature, some crisp, like a man and a woman.

But that's not the point.

The key is that Du Hei is still confused: "Where?"

"Are you blind, this Sword Saint's posture is so obvious, you can't see it?"

Du Hei stared.

Well.

Except for the sprouts that just popped up, there was still nothing.

"Is it still in the ground?"

Du Hei made up the picture.

Did something go wrong, a coffin or a person should have been raised?

But now it's failed and still trapped in the ground?

Du Hei thought to himself, and at this time, another voice sounded: "What are you looking at?"

"Are you still in the field?" Du Hei asked, tentatively.

But these words instantly angered the speaker.

"I'm out yet, can't you see, can't you see, can't you see?"

Three successive questionings revealed the wrath of the speaker.

And at this time, Du Hei finally faintly noticed something.

He saw that the sprouts that had emerged were shaking violently as the words became more and more excited.

It seems that it is just complaining like crazy.

But Du Hei quickly shook his head again and rejected this bold speculation.

Obviously, on the pillar is a person's posture.

How could it be a young shoot.

Although, he had seen the grass that could talk and have intelligence.

But it's not right.

Moreover, people also called themselves sword saints before.

"It shouldn't be grass. ”

Duei muttered to himself.

And then.

The voice rang out again.

"Sure enough, he is a mortal, he has eyes but no beads, and he knows that this sword saint is in front of him, but he doesn't know it. ”

"Forget it. ”

"This Sword Master, let's show you a hand!"

As he spoke, his tone became more and more high-pitched, and finally, with a loud scream, "The sword is coming!"

And then.

Duhei was stunned.

He saw that the young shoot, distinctly like a finger, slightly bent, was the kind of finger hooking action.

Then the suspended cyan long sword was directly obedient and flew to the top of the young shoot.

"It's true!"

Du Hei's heart set off a stormy wave.

But the horror lasted less than three seconds.

The cyan sword flew over, to the tip of the shoot.

But the young sprout has no hands, and only has a body of more than twenty centimeters, which is so insignificant compared to a three-foot long sword.

What's even more exaggerated is that it is really as weak as a young shoot.

As the sword flew past, the shoots were directly crushed.

Du Hei only heard a voice: "Oops, I'll go." ”

Immediately afterward, he looked at the young shoots that were pressed down by the long sword, struggling helplessly.

This kind of situation is really a bit rare.

Du Hei's psychology is like a roller coaster, up and down.

"What's going on?"

Du Hei was really dizzy.

This grass, is it a sword master?

But why, such a weak chicken?

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