As time slowly passed, the expressions of the people on the second floor also fell into the eyes of the Venerables.

The four guardian sword souls have all appeared and gathered around the madman.

The Venerable Ones present may have their own plans, but they are the only ones who really want to find a good lineage. Even if they are destined to be their own masters, the glory and disgrace of the four great sword souls for thousands of years will not change.

"Which kid is this?The sword intent is at the peak of the heart, and the three spirits are differentiated, and most of it has passed quietly, I'm afraid it won't be long before I can break out of the encirclement, right?"

"Oh, that's Meng Xinghe's youngest son. ”

"I see, he should be the first to walk up to these three floors. ”

The four guardian sword souls began to judge everyone's character, and the most eye-catching of them was undoubtedly Meng Daoyi, who took the lead.

I have to say that Meng Daoyi's appearance is completely worthy of his identity, whether it is his background or actual combat strength, he can be regarded as outstanding at his age, and even the mad Dao people are a little puzzled, how could he inherit the mad sword.

You must know that once you become a Crazy Sword Venerable, not only will you have an extra layer of imprisonment in your identity, but the Sword Spirit Realm will regress a lot, and all the originally differentiated Sword Spirits will be destroyed.

Although it is only the three spirits, Meng Daoyi is not short of resources and time, but this is incomprehensible after all.

In addition to Meng Daoyi, many people also fell into the eyes of several people, including Chu Yinglie, Wang Zongxu and others. However, the progress was fast enough that the four of them could notice that they were basically all Foundation Cultivators, with the only exception being Huo Kui.

"Crazy old man, you have a good eye!"

With an exclamation from the Dao Killer, one of the four people set their eyes on the little overlord of the South China Sea. Although they didn't know this loud nickname, Huo Kui let go of the momentum of the battle, and it still made their eyes light up.

One step at a time, domineering!

Huo Kui's sword is very similar to the style of the Mad Sword, and it is the kind of wide men's sword. He was just one move and one style at this time, and he also made the four guardian sword souls see the shadows of some inheritors of the past generations.

This is the best person for the Blade of Madness!

The madman touched his long white beard and smiled: "I saw him more than ten years ago, and I also passed on a set of swordsmanship to him...... If it weren't for the fact that his cultivation level was so low that he had little hope of even embarking on the path of cultivation, I would have stayed with him a long time ago. ”

After finding a good seedling, the Guardian Sword Soul will follow it personally, and both the Killing Sword and the Shadow Sword do so.

Although Huo Kui's progress is unexpected, far from being comparable to Meng Daoyi and the others, his momentum of progress is also quite good, and I believe that it is not impossible to climb to the third floor, it is just a matter of spending a little more time.

Although there would be many people who would ascend to the third floor before him, the probability of these people inheriting the Absolute Sword was far less than his.

As for someone who, like Huo Kui, only had qi refining and cultivation, but his progress was not far behind, he hadn't attracted the attention of the four of them yet.

As they expected, Meng Daoyi was indeed the first person to go up to the third floor. When he walked through the illusion on the second floor and came to the third floor, he saw a group of Venerables at first glance, and only after being slightly stunned did he come up and salute the mad man.

The madman didn't speak, just nodded slightly, and then pointed behind him.

Meng Dao looked up, but saw a dark purple long sword quietly suspended in the air, and his eyes couldn't help but light up.

He turned his inquiring gaze to the madman, who nodded slightly, and then said expressionlessly: "Go up and hold it, if the Crazy Sword recognizes you, then you are the successor of the Crazy Sword." ”

Meng Daoyi didn't ask how to be recognized, he stepped forward in a few steps, secretly transported the true yuan to his hand, and then held the Crazy Sword hard.

He also thought about it carefully, if the Crazy Sword wanted to break free from his hand, he planned to forcibly use the True Yuan to control it.

However, what Meng Daoyi didn't expect was that the moment he held the Crazy Sword, the True Yuan in his hand was directly destroyed by some mysterious force, and he only held the Crazy Sword with his bare hands in the end.

Cold!

Unbearable cold!

While holding the Crazy Sword, Meng Daoyi felt a heart-piercing pain coming, making him almost throw the sword out.

It wasn't until this moment that the voice of the mad Daoist came belatedly: "The Crazy Sword is the sword of extreme yin and yang, and the cold flame contained on it can directly incinerate the soul. If you can't bear it, it's better to let it go as soon as possible. ”

Meng Daoyi's face changed slightly, as the son of Nightmare Tianzun, he naturally knew what Cold Flame was, and it was not fun to burn the divine soul at all.

However, the foundation building period was to exercise the divine soul, and Meng Daoyi could still hold on for the time being, and quickly probed the true yuan towards the Crazy Sword. However, the result was the same as before, his true yuan was like a mud cow entering the sea, and he couldn't give birth to any waves.

Meng Dao frowned, but after all, he still didn't want to give up, and carefully probed his spiritual sense.

"Ahh

This wisp of spiritual sense was burned clean in an instant, and the pain that had been magnified countless times suddenly attacked, making him can't help but let out a miserable scream, and the Crazy Sword finally got out of his hand.

After Meng Daoyi threw away his sword, he still took a few steps back, standing in place with a pale face, unable to slow down for a long time. After a long time, he exhaled slowly, nodded lightly to the madman, and then stepped aside.

The madman didn't react. Although Meng Daoyi's strength is very strong, his character is obviously inconsistent with the Crazy Sword, and it is reasonable that he will not be recognized.

Even Meng Daoyi himself seemed to have been prepared, and although he was slightly disappointed at this time, he didn't have much of a gaffe.

The next to arrive on the third floor were two women, Ming Jianxin from the South China Sea, and Ye Linxue from the Ye family.

Ye Linxue is not in the Ye family, but she is very famous, just because her talent is extremely outstanding, she is only half a generation older than Chu He and others, so she is not compared with them.

However, the appearance of these two women is not much better than Meng Daoyi, and at the same time, it was not long after touching the sword, so for one reason or another, he had to let go of his hand.

Next, Wang Zongxu, Chu Yinglie and others successfully broke through, but until Liu Mo arrived in the twentieth year, no one was recognized by the Crazy Sword.

Liu Mo's footsteps landed on the tiles on the third floor, his eyes scanned nervously, and he was relieved to see that the dark purple long sword was still quietly suspended, and everyone didn't seem to be particularly excited.

However, after a while, he could only retreat helplessly, ran to Wang Zongxu and Meng Daoyi, and sighed.

"Brother Wang, even you haven't been recognized?" Liu Mo asked tentatively.

Wang Zongxu shook his head helplessly, sighed, but didn't speak, but Meng Daoyi rarely took the initiative to answer: "The inheritance of the Crazy Sword is not so easy to hold...... Look at those two guys, try again and again, sooner or later their souls will be damaged. ”

Meng Daoyi suddenly answered, although Liu Mo was a little dissatisfied earlier, he was still a little flattered at this time, after all, the gap between the identities of the two was too big.

However, after hearing the meaning of the other party's words clearly, Liu Mo looked slightly stunned, and quickly turned his head to look aside, but muttered in his heart: This Meng Daoyi is also too demonic, which can also be seen......

It turned out that he had the idea of trying again if he couldn't do it once, but he didn't expect that before the words came out, he was reminded by Meng Daoyi.

And Meng Daoyi was indeed not scaring him, Xu Zhe and Zhou Qian, the two good brothers, were repeatedly contacting the Crazy Sword, trying to find some opportunities, but they didn't find that their souls were constantly being burned by the cold flames, and the damage was getting worse and worse.

It wasn't until the mad people couldn't help but remind them that they suddenly realized and hurriedly retreated, but the injuries had accumulated to a certain extent, and it would take more than half a year of cultivation to recover as before.

And at this time, a person who everyone had been waiting for for a long time on the third floor finally arrived.

When Huo Kui was the first to ascend to the third floor as a Qi Refining Cultivator, he immediately attracted everyone's attention. Not only because his cultivation is different, but also because he was "internalized" by the mad Daoist to become the successor as early as the first floor.

"It seems that those people in the back will inevitably run in vain. Meng Daoyi said to Wang Zongxu beside him with a somewhat embarrassed smile on his face.

Wang Zongxu also shook his head and sighed lightly, only Liu Mo's eyes flickered, not knowing what he was thinking.

Huo Kui also noticed the Crazy Sword that had not yet been surrendered, exhaled heavily, and then stepped forward in high spirits, grasping the dark purple long sword. It wasn't the first time he had come into contact with the Crazy Sword, and he seemed to be familiar with it.

When Meng Daoyi held the Crazy Sword at the beginning, the intense cold flames almost revealed the sword body, but Huo Kui's situation was completely different.

There was only a slight blue light on the sword's body, letting everyone know that the Crazy Sword still had some resistance to Huo Kui, but its strength was obviously much smaller than that of others.

"It's really more human than human, and it's ...... angry people," Wang Zongxu shook his head with a wry smile and said, "Although the inheritance of ancestors is strong, the importance of chance is becoming more and more prominent...... I am fortunate to have it, but I have lost my life, and it is difficult to force it. ”

Liu Mo replied a little unconvinced: "Maybe he will fail too......"

"How is it possible? If even Huo Kui fails, who else can succeed this time?" Meng Daoyi couldn't help but shake his head again and again.

Liu Mo opened his mouth, but he didn't dare to refute Meng Daoyi's words, so he had to keep silent and look at the field.

In the field, under the eager gaze of the madman, the light of the mad sword in Huo Kui's hand was getting darker and darker, and Huo Kui even waved the sword violently, with an incomparable domineering intent in every move.

The momentum is so natural that people can't resist at all. Seeing Xin and Ke Liang glance at each other, a smile appeared on their faces, and even the mad Daoist was slightly relieved.

It's going to be done!

The thought crossed everyone's minds.

However, at a certain moment, Huo Kui's movements suddenly stopped, and the strong sense of incongruity made everyone's hearts feel awkward.

"It's almost ......" The madman had a connection with the Crazy Sword, and immediately saw Huo Kui's problem, "There is still a flaw in your state of mind, if you can fill this loophole, the Crazy Sword will fully accept you." ”

Rip?

Dozens of eyes focused on Huo Kui, some unsure why, others thoughtful.

Coincidentally, at this time, a young man dressed plainly dressed and with an ordinary face ascended to the third layer, and the purple long sword was held in his hand, which seemed to echo the mad sword.