Sword Prison, 18th floor.

When Ling Chen stepped out of the eye of the wind, what greeted him was a vast and boundless land.

This area is incomparably vast, vast, and ancient, revealing a trace of recklessness.

On the deep ground, there are dense giant swords, which look like a forest from a distance.

With so many giant swords piled together, they released an extremely astonishing momentum, and a breathtaking chill could be felt from afar.

This place is like a Shura sword field.

The eighteenth layer of the Sword Prison, there is no doubt that this is a peerless realm that no one has set foot on.

Ling Chen's eyes looked around, and he couldn't help but feel a little emotional, after all, the land in front of him was a completely unknown region.

"The last layer, who will be the gatekeeper?"

Walking into the giant sword forest, Ling Chen's heart couldn't help but move, Lei Zang, Master Miyamoto, and the god of ninjas...... These peak powerhouses of Yingzhou appeared one by one, and each of these people was the most pinnacle powerhouse in this land.

After them, who will be able to guard the last layer of this sword prison?

Nervous, Ling Chen walked towards the depths of this giant sword forest step by step, and as Ling Chen went deeper and deeper, the cold glow that filled the surroundings became more and more chilling.

Crash!

Suddenly, the giant sword in front of him trembled for no reason, and in the center of the sword forest, colorful sword lights suddenly squirmed, and then converged to the same focal point.

Ling Chen's pupils shrank slightly, and in his line of sight, the position of the focal point was deformed with the fusion of the cloud of sword light, and in it, there was actually a vague figure, which gradually condensed!

"What is this?"

Ling Chen's eyes looked at the figure condensed by the sword light in front of him in amazement, only to see that at the moment when the figure was successfully condensed, from all directions, there was also a colorful light released, like a meteor cutting through the sky, and then all poured into the body of that vague figure!

Under the infusion of so much sword light, the figure also grew and solidified rapidly, but even so, it still couldn't see the face of the figure, because the figure had no face at all, just like a ghost.

"Hellspirit?"

Four words appeared in Ling Chen's mind, this name was given by him, because this figure in front of him seemed to have absorbed the power of almost the entire giant sword forest in front of him, this was no longer the mind body of a certain big man, but the spirit body that gathered the power of the entire eighteenth-layer sword prison!

Shout!

Just when these four words appeared in Ling Chen's mind, the figure in mid-air also suddenly moved and stormed, its speed was surprisingly fast, and in the moment when the body swept out, it also suddenly condensed a sharp long sword in its hand, and the volley slashed towards Ling Chen!

This sword was extremely ferocious, and it sparked an extremely profound imprint in mid-air, even from a considerable distance, Ling Chen still felt an unstoppable terrifying momentum from this sword!

"One Knife Stream!"

From this sword, Ling Chen felt almost the same artistic conception as the ghost of the sword he encountered before, and it can even be said that this is the swordsmanship of the ghost of the sword, a fatal blow, no delay, and no trace!

Without hesitation, Ling Chen held the Thunder Yin Sword and slashed forward.

Clang!

The two swords intersected, and a deafening metal explosion sounded throughout, Ling Chen only felt a sharp sound wave penetrate into his ears, almost at this moment, he lost his hearing, and the Lei Yin Sword was bent to the extreme, as if it was about to be crushed, and after bending to the limit, Ling Chen's body was also suddenly bounced away, and the volley flew hundreds of meters away.

And at the moment when it flew Ling Chen, the Spirit of the Sword Prison moved again, this time, his move changed, only to see that it actually pulled out another sword from his abdomen, and the two swords came out together, and the Spirit of the Sword Prison actually used the two heavenly first-class, the two swords crossed, and a sword light like scissors was released, and the volley slashed towards Ling Chen!

"What?"

Ling Chen naturally recognized that this was the second day first-class of Master Miyamoto, but he didn't expect that this Spirit of Sword and Hell would actually cast the second day first-class, and the other party's second-day first-class was almost exactly the same as Master Miyamoto, it was simply the second Master Miyamoto.

There was no time to think about it, Ling Chen also used his twin swords, and the majestic thunder light flashed from the sword body, and then he also slashed out a crossed sword ray, colliding with the crossed sword light of the Sword Hell Spirit.

"Double Swift Slash!"

After Ling Chen fended off the crossed sword rays, the sword hell spirit's twin swords launched an attack at the same time, and two sword rays like flying swallows burst out, drawing an astonishing arc in the air.

This is the move of that Tachibana ancestor!

Ling Chen's eyes lit up, as if he understood something, and his expression became solemn, "Could it be that this Sword Hell Spirit knows all the tricks of the gatekeepers?" ”

First it was a sword of a ghost, and then it was a first-class of Miyamoto Master's two heavens, and now, this sword and prison spirit has unleashed the killing move of the ancestor of the Tachibana clan!

This Sword Hell Spirit obviously knows all the tricks of the gatekeepers!

However, after learning about this situation, although Ling Chen was surprised in his heart, he didn't feel too worried, because he had seen all these tricks used by the Spirit of Sword Prison, even if the other party changed his moves back and forth, switched at will, and was taken by surprise, Ling Chen was not afraid at all.

But the next moment, Ling Chen knew that he was thinking too simply.

In the line of sight, the Sword Hell Spirit stopped continuing to attack, and suddenly, its body suddenly squirmed, as if it was a cloud of quicksand, and then in Ling Chen's stunned gaze, from the back of the Sword Hell Spirit, a twisted palm suddenly poked out, and then, one palm after another broke out, and finally, this Sword Hell Spirit had eight hands, just like a big spider.

In each of its hands, there is a sword, there are long swords, there are short swords, there are too knives, there are small knives, there are also Japanese knives, each one is different, but they are all weapons that Ling Chen is familiar with, obviously each of them is used to perform the different tricks of those guards in front of him.

Seeing this scene, Ling Chen was also completely shocked.

"It's a joke, isn't it?"

Ling Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly, if this Sword Hell Spirit was just one person and one pair, then at least it would be a fair duel, but now this person is no longer just one hand, but there are so many eight hands, how can he fight?

PS: Ask for a monthly pass! Thanks to everyone's blessing, it is now fifth, but it was chased by the sixth to a gap of only one ticket, and everyone still has a monthly ticket in their hands to vote for it, and there will be no less explosions that are good.

(End of chapter)