(Moved today, but the six roads will not be broken, and I stayed up late last night to write an extra chapter for backup)

Just after Chu Duan turned into a golden point of light and disappeared, about ten breaths or so, Jing Wuming also turned into a golden point of light and flew into the bronze sword stele, and after another three breaths, Tong Tianming also turned into a golden point of light and rushed into the sword tablet and disappeared.

"Are you dead too?" A swordsman trembled, looked around with a pale face, and saw other people not far away, and immediately exclaimed, only to react that he was not dead.

"I feel like I've been killed......"

"yes, I also feel like I've been split by a sword, it's a terrible swordsmanship. As he spoke, the swordsman trembled and his face was full of horror.

"What's going on? how could he have disappeared?" another swordsman said in horror as he stared at the swordsman who was turning into a golden point of light.

"I think I understand, the traces of the sword on these sword tablets should also be a test left by the Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint, only by passing this test can we continue to move forward, otherwise we can only stop here. ”

In this way, those who turn into golden points of light and disappear should have passed the test, and we are the ones who have not passed the test. ”

"I see, it seems that we have no chance with the inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint. ”

The voice fell, and there was unwillingness and frustration in the words.

"It seems that there are more than a dozen people who have passed the assessment of this level, I don't know who can obtain the inheritance of the Heavenly Dragon Sword Saint after they are the best?"

Everyone found that in addition to a corpse on the ground, more than a dozen people who entered here had disappeared, such as Jing Wuming and Tong Tianming.

"How are we going to get out of here?" said a swordsman after a moment of silence.

Suddenly, a golden door appeared, as if to tell everyone. From this Golden Gate you can leave.

......

A tiny golden point of light seemed to come across time and space. Appear in the dark. Suddenly, the light was great.

The golden point of light fell, rapidly expanding, and a figure appeared in it. It was Chu Duan.

This may be another branch hall, but unlike the branch hall that I have walked through before, this branch hall is not large, like a room of more than 100 square meters. However, there is a staircase directly ahead.

The golden staircase, step by step, constantly exudes a brilliant light, which is very dazzling.

In a short time, one after another golden points of light appeared from the void one after another, landed, expanded, and figures followed.

"It's you again!" Jing Wuming glanced at Chu Duan and didn't speak. Tong Tianming shouted at Chu Dui, but Chu Dui's attention at this time was on the golden staircase in front of him. Ignore it.

Everyone's attention was also attracted by the golden staircase.

The golden light is shining, it looks very noble and gorgeous, and there is a kind of majesty and domineering, and on the back steps, a golden humanoid statue can be faintly seen.

And next to the bottom, there is a golden sword tablet with a few words written on it - Ascend the Dragon Ladder!

"Is this time to rush to the top?" muttered a swordsman, and without saying a word, he stepped forward and rushed towards the golden staircase, stepping onto the first staircase in the blink of an eye.

The others didn't move, their eyes fell on that figure in unison, perhaps, the first swordsman to rush to the side of the golden statue would be able to reap the benefits, but who knew what about the way?

What's more, this golden staircase gives people a very extraordinary feeling, as if there are countless mysteries in it.

The dozen or so swordsmen who were able to come here, some of them were not very old, such as Chu Duan, and some of them looked to be in their forties, no matter what, it all showed that they were all extraordinary.

At the very least, they were all among the hundreds of swordsmen who had entered the ruins of the Sword Master, standing out and being extraordinary.

I saw that when the swordsman stepped on the first golden staircase, his body staggered, sank slightly, as if under heavy pressure, he let out a low cry, straightened his body, and quickly took the second step.

After taking three steps in a row, the swordsman paused as if exhausted, trembled slightly, clenched his hands into fists, shouted loudly, and took another step.

Chu Duan and the others could find that the steps of this swordsman were a little slow, and when he fell, he was also a little slow, as if he was subjected to countless resistances.

Step by step, the swordsman barely reached the tenth staircase, trembling violently, snorting, as if he had been slapped by an invisible palm, and the whole person rolled down the golden staircase like a gourd.

Spitting blood from his mouth, his face was pale, very embarrassed, and he had already suffered internal injuries, he got up with difficulty and took out the healing pill and threw it into his mouth, staring at the golden staircase with an ugly face, and there was a faint trace of fear in his eyes.

Compared to other swordsmen, only he knew what Lu Dao had experienced on that ladder just now.

No one laughed at him, Chu Duan and the others all looked solemn, their pupils contracted, and they stared at the golden staircase, as if they wanted to see the mystery in it, but they couldn't see anything just by looking at it.

"Brother Fang, what's the mystery of that staircase?" Someone couldn't help but ask the swordsman who had personally felt it.

"Pressure, pressure everywhere, comes from all directions, preventing you from lifting your steps, preventing you from falling down, preventing you from moving forward, and even the pressure keeps squeezing you down the ladder. The swordsman said with a solemn face, and the thought of that pressure made his face change greatly.

"Pressure—is it just pressure?" repeated a tall, muscular swordsman.

"Won't you experience it yourself?" the swordman surnamed Fang, who was asked, frowned, and replied angrily.

"It's a lot of pressure. The tall and mighty swordsman snorted coldly, retorted with some disdain, took a step, and strode towards the golden staircase, although he said that, he still attached great importance to it.

When he stepped out and stepped on the first step, suddenly, the pressure came, squeezing from all directions, making his expression change slightly, and the next breath, he could only hear him laugh in a big way: "Just pressure, what a ...... way"

Pedal, pedal!

In an instant, his feet rolled like wheels, staring at the strong pressure upward, instantly stepping over the six steps, standing on the eighth step, pausing slightly, then stepping on the ninth step again.

On the fifteenth staircase, the swordsman was covered in sweat and rain, gasping for breath, his body trembling, his muscles trembling, and the slightest trace of resistance to the ubiquitous pressure squeeze.

"I don't believe it!" his eyes were fierce, and he stepped forward again, with great difficulty.

As soon as he stepped on the twentieth staircase, he trembled like a lightning strike, and could no longer support it, so he retreated from the stairs in embarrassment, because the speed of retreat was too fast, coupled with the huge pressure, the swordsman rolled down like the first one, and after getting up, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his expression was sluggish.

Chu Duan and the others were even more surprised.

The first swordsman only made it to the tenth step, and the second swordsman was more powerful and went up the twentieth step, but it was only a small part of the whole staircase.

"Ninety-nine, there are ninety-nine stairs in total, that is, you have to walk through these ninety-nine stairs. A swordsman said in a low voice, which made many people's hearts sink at once.

Twenty stairs is already so difficult, let alone ninety-nine?

"That's a challenge, isn't it?" a grim-looking swordsman strolled out of the first staircase, seemingly walking leisurely.

It didn't seem to feel any pressure, and the cold arrogant swordsman did not rush up, but maintained the original law, stepping out step by step, falling step by step, and moving forward steadily and steadily.

Soon, the cold arrogant swordsman stepped over the twentieth staircase and was still going up, but everyone could clearly see that his speed had dropped a lot, and his expression was extremely solemn.

Until the twenty-fifth step, he suddenly accelerated, pedaling and rushing forward, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the twenty-eighth step, and when he stepped into the twenty-ninth step with one foot, as if he was slapped by an invisible slap, the whole person flew out upside down.

He broke away from the stairs, and the cold arrogant swordsman suddenly felt that the terrifying pressure disappeared, and he barely twisted his body in mid-air, adjusted, landed, and took seven or eight steps back in a row before standing firm, snorting, blood overflowing from the corners of his mouth, and he also suffered internal injuries.

There are a total of fourteen swordsmen who have entered here, and now, it is equal to three losses, although they can continue to climb the dragon ladder, but since they have failed once and are injured, there is little hope for them to continue to climb the dragon ladder.

"Sooner or later, let me come. A swordsman in his forties said something that had no beginning or an end, and rushed out of the air, like thunder, extremely fast and fierce, as if to gain more power in this way.

Stepping on the first staircase in an instant, the speed was slightly affected, but under the strong momentum, the whole person continued to rush up like an arrow from the string.

In an instant, this middle-aged swordsman broke through the eight steps, and when he stepped on the ninth step, his body was stunned, shaking slightly, and before he had time to stand firmly, the whole person was about to fall backwards, so he hurriedly took a few steps back, stood firm on the fifth ladder, adjusted it, and then continued to take steps and bear more pressure.

In the end, the swordsman only made it to the eighteenth staircase with great difficulty, and was unable to move forward, and withdrew in embarrassment under great pressure.

The fourth elimination!

Ninety-nine golden staircases, like a moat, intercepted in front of everyone's eyes, making them feel pressure from the bottom of their hearts.

Another swordsman walked up the golden staircase.

This swordsman was more powerful, but he only held on to the thirty-eighth staircase and was unable to go up, and he rolled down from it in a very embarrassed way, not only suffering internal injuries, but also some external injuries.

"Jing Wufang, do you want to go up and try it. Tong Tianming suddenly grinned, and said to Jing Wu, with a somewhat agitated tone.

Jing Wuming just climbed the dragon ladder with ninety-nine, as if he hadn't heard Tong Tianming's words, in this regard, Tong Tianming just smiled and looked at Chu Duan: "Hey, I said you, do you want to try it and see if it's the first one to pass again?"

Chu Duan also ignored Tong Tianming, Tong Tianming snorted coldly, carried his sword, and strode towards the dragon ladder. (To be continued.) )