"It seems that this kid still can't recognize the reality, and he actually competes with Ling Rui, who has comprehended the sword intent of dripping water, to break into the tower?"

"This kid is very arrogant and has a character. ”

"Character? is destined to be a joke. This poor worm, it won't be long before it will be eliminated. ”

"I bet he won't make it through the third floor. ”

"Nonsense, everybody knows. Two layers, that's his limit. If I lose, eat three catties of soil. A warrior with a look of wisdom in his eyes said confidently.

.....

In strong contrast to the discussions from the outside world, when Mu Feng stepped into the Sword Pavilion, a needle drop could be heard here.

The air was cold, even, with a hint of murderousness.

If a martial artist with a bad quality in his heart is afraid that his legs will be weak as soon as he steps in.

"Someone again?" sat in the corner, a big man with short hair, his hair standing on end. A pair of eyes, full of tyranny.

In front of him, there was a narrow and narrow long sword, extremely sharp and cold!

"Senior, I'll break into ......"

Before Mu Feng finished speaking, the man stood up with a swish, and his body rushed towards Mu Feng. With his right hand, he dragged the sword and slashed across the hard black iron ground, leaving a spark in his wake.

"This style is really hot. ”

Mu Feng's pupils shrank, there seemed to be wind under his feet, his body writhed like a spirit snake, and disappeared in place with a bang.

And almost at the same time, a long sword pierced the shadow that Mu Feng had left in place.

No blood splatters, phantoms, slowly disappearing!

"Boy, good style. The fiery man exclaimed, and then, walking with the sword, like a thorny dragon, roared and killed Mu Feng.

"The first layer, a piece of spirit crystal?"

This kind of kendo master, Mu Feng can be sure that the general quenching body ninefold is definitely not an opponent. The body and sword techniques are all round and flawless, and even, once this short-haired man breaks through, it is not impossible to comprehend the sword intent!

This kind of strength is just a piece of spirit crystal for the interloper?

In the cultivation world, Mu Feng knew that the competition for resources was extremely cruel. However, the Biyun Sword Sect is too picky.

Twenty giant tripod phantoms, instantly formed!

"Dugu Nine Swords, a sword cold light moves Kyushu!"

The short-haired man snorted coldly, and with a sigh, the narrow and sharp long sword, as if tearing through the space, appeared in front of Mu Feng in a moment.

"Martial apprentice double!"

This man's strength was more than ten times stronger than that of the femme fatale brother that day.

However, today's Mu Feng is not the same person he was a month ago.

Rumble!

The heavy sword behind him was drawn, and Mu Feng's temperament changed. The long hair is flying, exuding a domineering intent all over his body, and the surging sword intent surrounds his body, like an angry tyrannosaurus!

The dust on the ground is like a small tornado!

"I'm grass, boy, you pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger!" the short-haired hot man scolded, the long sword in his hand was a little unstable, and it was on Mu Feng's heavy sword

"Retreat!" the man was shocked, watching the nine bottles of Dingying on the young man's body take shape, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

Under the aura of the young man's tyrant, his strength was suppressed by only three layers!

Sword Intent!

"Can you go?" the corners of Mu Feng's mouth floated, and his figure was erratic, as if blending into the wind.

Call!

A pitch-black heavy sword, brought out by the wind, blowing the short-haired man's face and trembling. Steady stop three inches above your head.

"Gollum~"

swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the short-haired man shed a cold sweat. This kid looks like he's only fifteen or sixteen years old, is it possible that all the current disciples are so strong!

"At the age of fifteen or sixteen, comprehending such a domineering sword intent is simply a perversion!"

"You win, this spirit crystal belongs to you. Ban Cun Nan smiled: "The little guy who came in just now is powerful enough, but I found out... Or are you more hanging!"

Mu Feng put away the spirit crystal, and when he heard the words, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

The way the pavilion keeper speaks is as sharp as a sword!

It's a long story, in fact, from Mu Feng's entry into the Sword Pavilion to the time he successfully passed the first level, it was only a few tens of breaths.

"Buzz!"

The spirit stone on the first floor of the Sword Pavilion lit up.

"Broke through?"

"Hey, just luck. The second level hangs in the air. The man who threatened to eat three catties of soil sneered.

However, in less than a stick of incense, the second layer of spirit stones was lit here.

"The boss is just amazing. ”

Hao Jian touched his round belly, his eyes leaking.

"The third layer is no more than ten breaths of support. The man who eats the soil has an ugly face and curses.

Dada!

Mu Feng slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, the gatekeepers of the second layer had already comprehended the sword intent, but the existence of this initial comprehension of the sword intent was not a threat to Mu Feng at all!

When Mu Feng stepped on the third layer, a cold gaze instantly locked him.

It was like being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Sou!

This layer was very weakly lit, or rather, some cloth was used to block the windows that let through the light. And the Pavilion Keeper of the third layer is actually good at attacking and killing in the dark.

"Peek-a-boo?"

Mu Feng smiled indifferently, his eyebrows stirred, and a powerful divine soul power came out of his body, like a spider's web, spreading within a range of ten meters around him.

And Mu Feng is like a patient hunter. As soon as the prey stepped into the range of his network, the fluctuations would be transmitted into the teenager's perception, which was extremely clear.

Closing his eyes, Mu Feng's breathing at this time gradually stabilized. Even, as if I was asleep.

"Brush!"

"Whew!"

In the dimness, a black shadow was like a ghost, revolving around Mu Feng, looking for the best angle to attack.

The eyes were firm and cold, and there was no slackness because of the weakness of the prey.

"This is it!"

The black-clothed gatekeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, and a ray of light burst out, and he chose an angle from Mu Feng's heart.

Shout!

At this moment, the short sword exuded an icy aura, and instantly appeared an inch behind the young man's heart.

Snort!

"Did you stab?" the man in black seemed to have the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"This one is much easier to deal with than the kid who came in just now. ”

Just when the man in black was about to withdraw the short sword and let the comer withdraw to heal his wounds, he suddenly felt a strong wind coming from his side!

"What?"

The man in black was shocked, but the slack just now, it was too late to dodge at this time.

However, the man in black twisted his body and tried to avoid the vital point.

Mu Feng's eyes did not have a trace of pity, just now the man in black had a sword in his sleeve, but he was cold and ruthless.

"Dragon Elephant Strike"!

Yes, Mu Feng didn't have all the triple strength, this is not a life-and-death battle after all.

However, he will definitely not let this man in black have a good time. Sneaky, ruthless, don't leave him a lesson, how is Mu Feng's style!

Boom!

A punch hits.

However, Mu Feng's body seemed to be electrocuted and froze.

"What's going on? So soft?"

Mu Feng only felt that his punch hit a large ball of soft meat, soft and full of amazing elasticity!

"It's... Is this a woman?"

Mu Feng's heart fluttered, and his face was full of incredulity.

At the same time, the spirit stones on the third floor of the Sword Pavilion lit up.

The outside world is completely boiling.

The audience was shocked, what about the yellow level talent that was good, and what about the waste that was good! How did this kid feel that he had easily broken through the third floor?

The young man who threatened to eat the soil, suddenly his face was sallow, and he looked at the ground, like constipation for ten days, like a mourning exam!