Thinking of the cheating and badness of the old demon who left the soul, Lu Zheng decisively threw the parchment roll into the air, and slammed it with a chaotic fist, and when the smoking and wrinkled parchment rolled down slowly, a few new lines of handwriting appeared. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Lu Zheng secretly said that this soul-leaving old demon is a trembling m, caught the parchment scroll and looked at it, what was written in the front was still a line of under-smoked nonsense and laughing, and then wrote: "There is no shortcut to the fifty-fifth floor as a teacher, but there is really a shortcut to the thirty-third floor." For the teacher to wear the stars and wear the moon, forget to sleep and eat, do your best, and finally on the last day before going out of the tower, you have studied this shortcut, as long as you are located in the middle of the top of the fourth layer of the ancient tower, the small black convex click, a rope to the sky appears instantly, at that time, you climb all the way, and then land, it is the thirty-third floor. ”

Lu Zheng ran back to the place where he was lying before, and looked up, and in the center of the top of the wall directly above, there was really a small black bump.

If at the beginning, all the cultivators were lying in this position when they were teleported to the fourth layer, then it would be really difficult to find this small black dot that was not very obvious due to the principle of darkness under the lamp.

But, is this black dot really a shortcut to the thirty-third floor? Could this thing be another bad trick by the Soul Breaker?

Lu Zheng quietly glared at the parchment scroll that was also silent and speechless, and then, Huo Di turned around and muttered, "Heh, I'm sorry, this head likes to walk step by step." ”

As he spoke, Lu Zheng had already walked to the stone steps leading to the fourth floor on the side.

Just when Lu Zheng had already stepped on the unobstructed stone steps with one foot, he suddenly stopped, closed his eyes, opened them again, turned around sharply, and slammed his palm into the small black bump.

"Bang!"

In the burst at the top of the wall, Lu Zheng's figure flashed, and the person had appeared in the smoke and dust under the center of the burst.

"Willing to cut all his body, dare to pull the emperor off the horse. ”

When a slender rope fell from the sky in the smoke and dust, Lu Zheng decisively grabbed it, jumped over, and the person was like a spirit monkey, climbing the rope, hula hula, and crawling out of the distance in a blink of an eye.

When the rest of the cultivators struggled to climb the stone steps and appeared in the center of the fourth layer in an instant, the fourth layer was already empty.

And above the head of the sleeping cultivator, there were no small raised black dots, ropes falling from the sky, and Lu Zheng climbing. The silent space, restored to its original state, seems to have been the same from the beginning.

Lu Zheng went all the way up the slender rope, unexpectedly smooth. Imaginary traps and dangers abound, but none of them appeared.

When Lu Zheng landed on the ground and stepped on the thirty-third floor of the Trial Ancient Tower, he almost thought that he was in a dream. But whether it was the number "thirty-three" marked on the walls of the ancient tower, or the magic trick that could penetrate all the misty illusions, they all told him that he had indeed reached the thirty-third floor of the ancient tower. Unless the numbers on the walls of this ancient tower are indiscriminately marked.

Lu Zheng flew up, touched left and right, and finally determined that the numbers marked on the wall were perfectly aligned with the ancient tower wall itself, and there was no trace of fraud.

Lu Zheng paced to the closed window again, and looked out of the window, a field of stars and moon was dim, and the dark night was deep, as if there was no end to the night. And the originally tall and majestic inner city gate, looking down from Lu Zheng's point of view, suddenly became a relatively short and lurking ant.

So, did he really go to the thirty-third floor of the ancient tower?

This sour feeling is like a dream.

Suddenly, the hairs on Lu Zheng's back stood on end, and the bad premonition quickly spread all over his body, his body preceded his head, and he rolled sideways for the first time, rolling away from the position where he was standing before.

"Bang!"

A sudden loud bang sounded almost at the same time, and just where Lu Zheng was standing before, a huge pit suddenly appeared, dust and stones splashed, and the ground cracked.

Lu Zheng continued to retreat, but the hairs on his back rose again. Falling to the ground and rolling to dodge, a hot palm blow grazed his ear, bringing up a drop of blood and hitting the ground.

A deep pit was formed again.

Lu Zheng didn't even see the face of his opponent, so he encountered two killing opportunities in a row, and he was immediately frightened and angry.

The Flowing Fire Sword was sonorously unsheathed, and Lu Zheng didn't care where the opponent was, only a little heart in his left hand, and thousands of sword intents instantly appeared behind him.

Lu Zheng raised his eyes coldly, waved his sword, and in an instant, thousands of sharp swords launched a storm of bombardment on any place that could be seen by the eyes on the thirty-third floor of the ancient tower.

The "bang-bang-bang" bombardment lasted for more than two quarters of an hour, and the layers of smoke rose and dispersed, but the invisible enemy still did not appear, and on the ground and in mid-air, there was still not a trace of the smell of blood wafting away, not even a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations.

Lu Zheng frowned slightly, his footsteps moved slightly, and his waist was only halfway to the side, when he suddenly snorted as if he had hit some sharp object, and bent over with his waist and abdomen.

At this moment, in all directions, hundreds of hidden weapons crackled and shot out, big and small, light and heavy, up and down, and it was impossible to prevent it.

In an instant, Lu Zheng was stumbling, and no matter how fast Rao is movements, he couldn't help but be hit by more than a dozen hidden weapons at the same time.

The muffled sound of "poof" was faint in the fierce collision sound of the hidden weapon falling out. A faint smell of blood began to spread through the space.

When the dust and smoke cleared, all kinds of hidden weapons fell to the ground, and the movement of the killer disappeared again. Lu Zheng, who was covered with injuries, still didn't detect the slightest movement of the other party.

Invisible enemies, omnipresent killer moves.

The unknown deadly killing machine made people's hearts beat faster, their whole body tensed, and their movements became gradually stiffer.

The killing moves that secretly came from time to time could hit Lu Zheng five times out of ten.

In such a situation, Lu Zheng, who is like a prey, will inevitably become agitated and panicked.

I saw Lu Zheng's eyebrows and eyes surging with anger, clenching the Flowing Fire Sword, and his body turned around, aiming at a large open space in front of him is a wild slash, as if he was irrational.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a sword struck from behind Lu Zheng's back.

Lu Zheng, who was venting indiscriminately, didn't notice it, the sword in his vest, the sword didn't have his chest, his body shook, and he fell to the ground with a bang.

And at the moment when Lu Zheng's figure fell to the ground, it suddenly turned into green smoke and slowly drifted away.

At the same time, the real Lu Zheng jumped down from the top of the wall, swung his sword violently, and struck out with a sword in the direction that had attacked his incarnation before.

"Click. ”

In the invisible void, there seems to be something broken.

It turned out that the so-called anxiety and panic before were all pretended by Lu Zheng.

At this moment, Lu Zheng jumped out quickly, his five fingers formed claws, followed closely behind the Flowing Fire Sword, and suddenly grabbed the invisible thing that made a breaking sound before, and with a sharp pull, he dragged the invisible thing out of the unknown void. (To be continued.) )