The many names on the wall of the history changed drastically, and in the end, the light of the two words Ling Yin was infinitely amplified on the wall of the history of the city, staying at the end of the top ten.

10th place!

The crowd breathed sluggishly.

Although Ye Ming succeeded in leaving his name just now, the other party was only ninety-eight, which could only be regarded as a reluctance to retain his name, compared with this ten, it was a world of difference.

And the problem is that the other party is just a little girl who looks sixteen or seventeen years old, and it is the first time to leave a name, and there are many opportunities to stay famous in the future, and it is only a matter of time before she achieves a higher ranking.

Ye Ming, Yu Wenjie, and Dong Yaotian were even more ugly, they had mocked Ling Yin before, but now it seems that they have no eyes.

What is the concept of tenth place, that means that Ling Yin and the top geniuses of the Nine Great Families are at the same level, this is no longer the category of first-class geniuses, but peerless geniuses.

Ling Yin's position stopped at the tenth position, and Tang Haotian, who was originally ranked tenth, also moved down one place to the eleventh place.

As for Ye Ming, the "Dragon Slaying Sword" who had just left his name, he moved to the ninety-ninth place and almost fell out of the ranking.

"Good job."

Ling Chen looked at Ling Yin with a smile and nodded, this ranking is acceptable, not too good, but not bad.

Ling Yin was a little dissatisfied, but she had no intention of trying again, "Forget it, so be it." Brother Ling Chen, you must be in the top three. ”

"The top three are a bit difficult, and the top five may be a little certain."

Ling Chen's eyes flashed with a gleam, he is a person, if he doesn't rush, he will rush to the extreme.

"What, top three?"

Ye Ming and the others breathed again, what are they kidding, the top five, that is the most outstanding five people in the past five hundred years. In addition to Taibai Sword Immortal and Empress Yunyao, the remaining three people are also the most outstanding young people in the world today, and the young man in front of him is obviously not among them.

One tenth, one mouth said wildly that he wanted to enter the top five, is it really his own family to think that this green history wall is his own family?

Ling Yin entered the top ten, which was already an extremely lucky thing in their opinion, but now Ling Chen actually said that he could enter the top five, it was simply unashamed, they would never believe it.

At this moment, in the world of will in the wall of history.

This is an extremely empty bamboo forest, in a clearing in the center of the bamboo forest, a vague figure is taking shape, the figure is becoming clearer and clearer, facial features and clothes are depicted, it is Ling Chen, who is wearing white clothes, at this time he looks indifferent, numb, and seems to have no autonomous consciousness.

Abruptly, Ling Chen's numb eyes rolled and became bright.

"The projection of the will is not conscious, it must be controlled by the ontology." Ling Chen has an understanding in his heart, and the will projection is also divided into high and low, obviously, this is the lowest level of will projection, like the will projection of the level of the Human Emperor and Taibai Sword Immortal, which is equivalent to having the independent consciousness given by the ontology, that is the highest level of will projection, which is equivalent to a real doppelganger, without the control of the ontology.

Airplanes!

A hundred meters in front of Ling Chen, a figure was born, it was a swordsman wearing the same clothes as himself, this swordsman's cultivation will was comparable to Ling Chen's, and his face was blurred.

"Here comes the sword!"

Ling Chen stretched out his palm, the light in his hand condensed, and an extra sword appeared.

"One more!"

Ling Chen looked down at his waist, and another sword condensed.

Swish!

The fuzzy swordsman on the opposite side came over, and as soon as he made a move, it was a killing move, which was completely different from Ling Chen's killing move, and the sword light was as sharp as an arc, sweeping across the sky.

The body trembled, Ling Chen turned into sword light, rubbed the opponent's sword light, and the long sword in his hand came out of the sheath, suddenly flashed, and was extinguished in an instant.

Burst!

A human head with an indistinguishable appearance spun up, and the blurry swordsman rubbed the ground and slid out, gradually dissipating into nothingness.

Where the sword passed, the human head flew.

"The first level is not difficult, although the strength of this will body is comparable to mine, but the moves are too regular, without any characteristics, such as the order of moves set in advance, according to the order of moves, I don't know how to adapt, according to the times."

Ling Chen silently judged the combat power of the swordsman opposite.

Airplanes! Airplanes!

After about three breaths, there were two more swordsmen on the spot again, and their faces were blurred, only a sharp gaze shot out like a beam of light, locking on Ling Chen.

After locking on, it's a fierce attack, a never-ending attack.

"Kill!"

Ling Chen did not retreat or avoid, and rushed forward towards the two of them.

Burst!

Burst!

The three of them staggered.

The next moment!

Two human heads rose to the sky, and there was no blood.

At this time, Shen Qianlang also entered the world of the will of the Qingshi Wall.

"The pressure is mounting!"

In the world of will alone, Shen Qianlang rushed to kill in the crowd, and there were sixteen people surrounding him, these sixteen people cultivated to the same will as him, and the power of the killing move was not weaker than him, even if the combat skills were too monotonous and there was no aura, but the number was sixteen times that of him, and the sixteen people surrounded and killed him, and the pressure could be imagined.

Bang!

The long sword counterattacked, and Shen Qianlang smashed the heads of the three people in a row, but he was punched in the back, and his body staggered out, just passing through the gap between the two in front of him.

"A thousand miles of waves!"

Turning around suddenly, Shen Qianlang showed his killer move.

Sword qi poured out like a tidal wave, trying to resist the remaining thirteen people.

Bang bang!

The two figures were crushed by the wave of sword qi, but the remaining figures cut the wave in one fell swoop.

Poof!

Shen Qianlang's chest was pierced with two large holes, and the projection of his will immediately collapsed.

"It's a pity!"

Outside, Shen Qianlang opened his eyes.

But despite what he said, he was already very satisfied with such a result.

He is at this level at most, how can it be so easy to leave a name in history.

"Ling Chen hasn't come out yet!"

Shen Qianlang to another test circle of Ling Chen.

The world of the Wall of History.

The sword light is like a spider web all over the space of hundreds of zhang in a radius, and the entire bamboo forest has been riddled with holes, this sword light has those will bodies, and there are also Ling Chen's, and the sharp sword intent is almost going to penetrate the spiritual world and go straight to the sky, this is a world of sword qi and cold.

"Kill!"

Ling Chen exerted his swordsmanship to a new level, sometimes it was a one-handed sword in his hand, sometimes it was a two-handed sword, between the lightning and flint, no one knew how many swords he had produced, only that as his body flickered, one by one the will bodies fell, and the remaining will bodies had more than twenty, dense, and the sword qi was terrifying.

This is the sixth level!

Ling Chen rushed to the sixth level in one go, and his opponent was thirty-two will bodies.

In the face of the thirty-two will bodies, although Ling Chen was not easy, he was not injured, and he was able to crisscross in the sixth level unscathed, this qualification is already very outstanding, at least he can rank in the top twenty, you must know that the "Dragon Slashing Sword" Ye Ming did not kill a single will body, he was killed in an instant, and he didn't even have the strength to fight back.

(End of chapter)