Chapter 867: The Movement of the Three Sword Souls

Ye Xiao walked towards the eighth layer step by step.

The eighth floor is no different from the seventh floor.

If I had to say something different, it would be that the place would be bigger.

The coercion is tougher.

Not only does there be no aura at all, but there is also a sense of oppression.

It seems that from the moment I stepped into the eighth floor, I was carrying a large stone on my back, which made my whole body feel like I was being suppressed.

Ten percent of the strength of ordinary people, I'm afraid they can only play the eighth layer.

Sneer...

The wind continued to inflict abuse, the yellow sand flew all over the sky, and the next moment they gathered together quickly.

Then one hundred and twenty-eight faceless people appeared.

And it was the kind of situation that surrounded Ye Xiao as soon as it appeared.

Although they did not attack quickly, the sword momentum emanating from the bodies of the one hundred and twenty-eight faceless men was extremely terrifying.

Directly pressed towards Ye Xiao.

If it used to feel like it was carrying a stone on its back, now it's a mountain.

Ye Xiao couldn't move if he wanted to.

And to Ye Xiao's surprise, these faceless people did not attack immediately, they just stood like this, constantly strengthening their sword momentum and squeezing towards Ye Xiao.

It seemed to have turned into a sword formation, and Ye Xiao was in the center of the sword formation.

Immobile.

There was a feeling that I was about to be destroyed and crushed.

Immediately, Ye Xiao understood, maybe this was one of the assessments of the eighth layer of the Ring Spirit Tower, if he couldn't even withstand these sword momentums.

That doesn't even qualify for a faceless man to make a move.

This is an insult to Ye Xiao, and he will never allow this to happen.

But the pressure he was facing now had also reached its peak, and he had been unable to cultivate the seventh move of the Dragon Kill in the seventh layer before.

So he chose to forcibly fuse the Nine Swords Kill and the Thousand Peaks Kill.

In fact, frankly speaking, it was actually quite a bit of luck to be able to fuse into the Nine Heavens Kill.

But luck won't always be on your side.

Now Ye Xiao is a little at a loss.

He no longer has any sword moves suitable for fusion or cultivation, although some relatively low-level sword techniques can guarantee success in cultivation in a short period of time.

However, he was unable to resist the attack of the 164 Nine Heavenly Killings.

The high-level sword moves that can rival the Nine Heavens Killing are not suitable for cultivation here.

So Ye Xiao encountered an intractable problem.

At this time, the sword momentum of the faceless man became stronger and stronger, so strong that even Ye Xiao would lose the opportunity to draw his sword, and thus fail at the eighth layer.

How could Ye Xiao tolerate failure, although this pressure was getting bigger and bigger, making it seem that the blood in his body was about to stop.

Although his sword heart was as solid as iron, it was inevitable that he would be a little overwhelmed.

There is a limit to everything.

Immediately, Ye Xiao's eyes lit up, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the sword desolate ding appeared in the sea of souls, sprinkling a layer of gray sword light.

Enveloped the shimmering gold, the shocking clouds, and the killing of the three major sword souls.

The three sword souls were all constantly trembling, and they had some of the same rhythm and groans with each other.

Getting closer to each other.

Constant shuttle.

Ye Xiao slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in them.

.....

"If you want to get through the eighth layer, you need an iron will and faith, a demonic talent, and most importantly, amazing luck, otherwise you won't succeed!"

Elder Xie's eyes flickered as he stared at the Ring Spirit Tower, as if he could penetrate the tower body and fall on Ye Xiao's body, muttering to himself, "What will he do!"

Yue Jie also looked at it in a daze, his fists clenched tightly, since he has come to this level, come on, create history, and leave a name in history.

(End of chapter)