After some struggle, Zimo still decided to step into the tenth layer to see what the tenth layer was like.

After entering, he found that there was no difference between the tenth layer and the first nine, a sword attendant wearing a blue robe, sitting cross-legged in the center of this space, he lowered his head, as if he didn't know about Zimo's arrival.

After taking a few steps forward, Zimo looked at the swordsman, there was a trace of doubt on his face, this swordsman gave him a completely different feeling, it was a dangerous aura, and there was a little familiar aura.

Immediately after that, the sword attendant who was sitting cross-legged slowly raised his head, and when Zimo saw his appearance, he only felt a tingling of his scalp!

Because that swordsman is none other than himself!

"How is this possible!"

Just now he felt that this swordsman was a little different, and even his breath was a little familiar, that is, of course he would be familiar with it, but this person was only similar to himself, and it was definitely not himself, but why did the person who appeared in this sword tower exactly the same as him?

Then the swordsman who was exactly like himself spoke, "Defeat yourself and you can enter the next layer!" ”

"Is this an illusion?"

Zimo's heart moved, could it be that this sword tower was also arranged with a kind of illusion? Otherwise, how can the swordsman's appearance be explained?

The killing sword in the body flew out and flew towards the sword attendant, and Zimo was shocked to find that a flying sword also flew out of the person's body, exactly the same as the killing sword!

The two swords collided together with a "boom", and the two of them also took a step back at the same time, Zimo's eyes showed a monstrous essence, "It's not an illusion, this... It's true! But how is this possible? ”

Zimo didn't believe in evil, and two flying swords flew out of his body, and two flying swords also flew out of that person's body, exactly the same as his, it was the Waning Moon Falling Star Sword and the Sumeru Mustard Seed Sword!

This time, Zimo was completely confused, what kind of power could appear in such an incredible situation, there was not the slightest breath of formation here, so how did this person who was exactly the same as himself, and even the magic weapon exactly the same, appear?

Since this is yourself, how do you overcome yourself?

Immediately afterwards, Zimo sacrificed all the flying swords from his body, including the spells he used before, one by one, and fought with the swordsman.

After an hour, Zimo was no longer shocked, but a little numb, whether this swordsman was cultivating or magic, he would get it, he would, even the sword posture he had just learned, and the concealment of his breath would be used the same.

The two fought for nearly an hour, but they were still evenly matched, and neither could defeat the other.

If this is the case, then how did those disciples of the Sword Sect get past this level of trial? He didn't believe in the Sword Sect for so many years, no one had passed through this layer, this was impossible!

There must be something I didn't think of!

Now he only has the sword array left, and the two hole cards of Shura's power are not used, because he is not sure if the "self" on the other side will also be.

Gritted his teeth, since he had already arrived here, if he hadn't tried it, he would have been unwilling, and he didn't believe that this sword tower could even have his two most special spells.

Because through the battle with this sword squire just now, he found that this sword squire knew that he had used it before this sword tower, and he had never used the sword array and the power of Shura from beginning to end, so he wanted to bet that this sword tower could not perfectly reproduce another self, which was impossible.

If this is the case, the Sword Sect only needs to reproduce hundreds of miles of spring and autumn in the sword tower, and such strength will already sweep through the cultivation realm!

"Can this kid make it through the tenth layer?"

Baili Chang'an seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to ask Baili Spring and Autumn again.

"It's been more than an hour, according to the speed at which he passed before, if he had passed, he would have passed a long time ago, and the sword tower has not reacted yet, either he has encountered some trouble and the sword squire has fallen into a stalemate, or he has been injured and recovered from his injuries on the ninth floor!"

Wang Kunlun touched his chin and replied thoughtfully, after all, this kid is only a cultivator in the early stage of contemplation, no matter how he defy the sky, this is also the tenth layer of the Sword Sect's Sword Tower, even if an ordinary mid-stage spiritual infant disciple wants to pass, it is not easy to get through, let alone him.

"When I was in the middle stage of the Spirit Infant, it took me three chances to pass the tenth layer of the Sword Tower, which was a bit difficult for him!"

Mu Feihua frowned, looking a little worried, this kid had already given them a miracle, even if they couldn't pass the tenth layer, it wouldn't matter.

"Little junior brother, you must go over, senior sister's natal magic weapon depends on you!"

Lan Qingyun muttered there, hearing Lan Qingyun's muttering, Huajian Jiu snorted lightly and didn't speak, he wished that Zimo was only the tenth layer, although the Yuan Qi Stone was good, but compared to the Sword Heart Stone and the Lichen Pill, it was still a lot worse, because when it came to the Soul Leaving Realm, it was not possible to rely on the Yuan Qi Stone, and sometimes it still needed the assistance of the Heavenly Treasure.

Baili Chunqiu didn't say anything, his eyes were also a little nervous, his apprentice's qualifications had surpassed him and the big apprentice, if he could pass the test of the tenth layer, of course it would be better, who wouldn't want his apprentice to be better!

Zimo looked at the sword attendant at this time, and laughed, "The Sword Sect Sword Tower really gave me a surprise, if you can still learn this trick, then I voluntarily admit defeat!" ”

Immediately after that, Zimo unleashed his most powerful attack power of the Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation!

"Northern Sumeru mustard seeds!"

"Southern Xuan Bing is away from the fire!"

"Dongfang Bing Xie can seal the soul!"

"The waning moon in the west with a falling star!"

"Vientiane in the Northwest will eventually return to Yuan!"

"Southeast Tai Chi is a slash!"

"I cut off yin and yang by killing!"

"Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation, slash!"

After the first few sword formations, Zimo no longer has the same dizziness as before, but there are still some palenesses, after all, the Nine Heavens Hell Yan Sword Formation consumes too much vitality.

When his words fell, the famous man had an unbelievable look on his face, this was the first time that his complexion changed drastically, and he also spat out two words, both of which seemed to tremble a little when he said them.

"Sword Formation!"

But his voice was too low, and was directly overshadowed by Zimo's roar, and Zimo didn't hear what he said, only saw his lips move, and the swordsman only felt that an invincible attack appeared in front of him to kill him, and the six flying swords beside him flew out together, forming a sword net to protect him.

"Click, click, click!"

Immediately after that, the sound of six flying swords shattering came, and the six flying swords in front of the swordsman broke apart together, and his body seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and he was thrown backwards for twenty zhang before rolling to the ground, only to see that the clothes on his chest were torn apart, and sword marks appeared on his body, but no blood flowed out.

"But what more can you compare?"

Zimo looked at the sword squire with a pale face, as if as long as the swordsman still had to compete, the next sword array attack would fall like a raging storm.

"You won, perfect pass!"

The swordsman stood up, his stiff face with a hint of softness, and he didn't look at the six broken swords, and spoke.

Nodding, Zimo didn't say anything, sat cross-legged on the ground and recovered, and on the top floor of the sword tower, an inaudible voice came out, as if he was talking to himself, and who was he asking, "Sword Formation, isn't he dead?" Why is there still a sword formation that has been handed down? ”

But no one answered him, and after a long sigh, there was no sound from the twenty-fifth floor of the Sword Tower.