"Tick!"

"Tick!"

The sound of blood dripping down the steps was terrifying, and the silence on the entire ladder was terrifying. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Staring at the dripping blood flowers, the old man with heavy pupils and the old man with white eyebrows both frowned slightly: "When Chu Xiu and Mo Tian first ascended the Sword Tablet Tower, their cultivation was to reach the Spirit Venerable Realm, and at the same time, the strength of the physical body far exceeded that of Qin Tian, if it continued to be delayed, Qin Tian's body would probably not be able to support the impact of this sword path at all." ”

Li Muchen frowned, his gaze fell on Qin Tian's back, and vaguely he seemed to sense an incomparable sharp edge slowly rising up on Qin Tian's body.

Self Kendo!

Qin Tian's eyes opened slightly, and his eyes were like swords.

Staring at the end of the ladder, Qin Tian's feet suddenly lifted, striding forward with a meteor, every time he took a step, a melodious sword sound would resound on the ladder, and then the Dao sword shadow condensed out on the steps, pointing directly at Qin Tian, and at the same time, this melodious sword sound turned into a huge voice: "Stand down!"

The voice was calm, but the coercion contained within it was like a stormy wave.

But in this voice, Qin Tian's figure walked forward without hurrying, his hand fell on the hilt of the Qingfeng Ancient Sword, and the sword path was exposed, crushing the sword path of the monuments blocking the heavenly ladder, as if the emperor was dying, the sword path that permeated the sixth building collapsed, followed by the sound of a mournful sword groan, and at the same time, Qin Tian's figure seemed to be standing in the sixth building under the stunned gaze of Li Muchen and the others......

This is the way of the sword he comprehended. ”

"The way of the sword that surpasses the sword of the ancestors is like the emperor of the sword. ”

The old man with heavy eyes and white eyebrows frowned slightly, looking directly at the white-clothed figure, and they could vaguely detect the sharp and uncast edge.

Li Muchen's eyes also had a little shock in his eyes, in the past, he had felt Qin Tian's sword path left in the Sword Pavilion of the Peerless Palace, at that time he felt that Qin Tian's sword path was terrifying, but he didn't expect it to be so terrifying: "The swordsman who can comprehend the way of the sword is also a genius of the way of the sword, and the way of the sword that can make the ancestors of the way of the sword tremble and even fear, that is the king of the way of the sword." In just a few minutes, he had already reached the sixth level. ”

"With this alone, Qin Tian was able to surpass Chu Xiu and Mo Tian. Li Muchen clasped his hands tightly, and his expression was a little moved.

Under the starry sky, a smile of relief appeared on Chu Ge's indifferent face, and he muttered, "In the end, I still lose to you, Mo Tian!"

In the empty sixth floor, the sound of mournful sword roars was endless, converging into one.

Qin Tian stared at the sword steles on both sides, which were filled with terrifying and fierce sword dao, obviously the strong people who left their inheritance here at the beginning had all understood the sword dao, compared to the sword steles in the fifth building, the number of sword steles here was less, only twelve.

"There have been countless powerhouses in the Wushuang Hall for hundreds of years, but there are very few people who can comprehend the way of the sword among these Spirit Venerable powerhouses. There are twelve completely different sword paths here, which means that there have been twelve strong people who have comprehended the way of the sword, when has the Peerless Hall ever produced these twelve strong men?" Qin Tian frowned slightly, and vaguely felt that the Peerless Hall was becoming more and more extraordinary. At least not as simple as it seems.

With his slender fingertips lightly swiping across the sword stele, Qin Tian walked straight towards the seventh floor. The inheritance of the twelve sword quilts here seemed to make Qin Tian's heart move, after all, the strong person who can comprehend the way of the sword, his inheritance must be extremely terrifying, but Qin Tian cares more about the inheritance of several floors above it, and the inheritance there will definitely be even more terrifying than here.

"People tend to want the better more than the best. Qin Tian covered his brows and chuckled, standing on the ladder leading to the seventh floor. The ladder here is shorter than the one leading to the six-story building. It's just seven steps.

Qin Tian noticed that the seven steps were covered with a layer of dust, and it was obvious that few people had stepped on them.

"There is a better one who will miss it. Qin Tian stepped up the ladder again, and a terrifying force surged out in vain between this heaven and earth, Qin Tian suddenly felt that the dim sword tablet tower in front of him had dissipated from sight, and was replaced by an extremely bloody picture.

The sky was dark, and blood splattered. Rivers of blood.

A white-clothed swordsman walked in the rain of blood with a sword, holding an infant child in his arms, and carrying a peerless woman behind him, but the face that had tarnished the world was covered with shocking scars.

The man in white walked and marched, walking through the yellow sand desert and walking through the endless glacier. Walking to the ancient temple full of red leaves all over the mountain, the swaying red leaves fell on the white clothes, Jing Ning silently tore open the road, and the blood flowed down, cutting his flesh and blood off his bones. He looked directly at the ancient Buddha with eyes as clear as a deep spring, and said lightly: "Is there really a Buddha in this world? Then if I slaughter all the Buddhas in the sky, can she stand up and continue to dance for me?"

"If there are no Buddhas in the world, what are you beholding?"

Countless robe-clad figures and iron horses in battle armor surged out of the ancient temple, surging towards the white-clothed figure like a tide.

Blood flies, and the sky is dark.

Qin Tian looked at the scene in front of him like an insignificant person, he saw the amazing sword light shaking the sky, and saw the swaying blood rain staining the ancient Buddha stone statue red, and the scarlet blood dripping down the stone statue, the stone statue seemed to be grinning happily, laughing at the world, laughing at the ants, laughing at the baby in swaddling clothes......

Qin Tian already understood what this scene in front of him was, and also understood who the white-clothed swordsman who was dancing with a sword and was furious, and he also understood who the weeping baby in the swaddling clothes was, and he saw a phantom of an ancient Buddha appearing in vain in the scarlet sky, roaring down like the end of the world, hitting the white-clothed swordsman, and also hitting the infant baby, at that time, Qin Tian heard the sound of the dantian shattering......

The blood rain blurred Qin Tian's vision, until the end, the scene in front of him changed in vain, the magnificent sect of the Wushuang Hall appeared in his eyes, he saw the white-clothed swordsman lying in the blood sea of the corpse mountain covered in blood, he saw the step startling immortal holding the infant baby in his arms and roaring to the sky, and the Buddhas of those holy halls were smiling......

The scene changed again, the sea of scarlet corpses had been replaced by the filthy slums, and he saw a thin figure crawling in the midst of countless people's humiliation, clutching the dusty pieces of demon flesh with his blood-drenched hands......

"Is all this due to the Buddha?" Qin Tian muttered softly, a heavy sense of depression permeating Qin Tian's heart.

The short seven steps were like Qin Tian's memories flowing in his soul, and with every step Qin Tian took, these scarlet pictures became clearer and clearer, and Qin Tian knew that the scene in front of him was not an illusion, but a real existence in this body.