An ink flash flashed, and a puppet fell to the ground. The ink light still didn't let go, and there was another slash at the fallen puppet. It wasn't until the puppet was reduced to pieces that the ink flew back into its owner's hands. The ink light squirmed, and gradually revealed its original form, which was an ink-colored long sword.

The light around the inky sword distorted slightly, as if all the light had been absorbed by him. This long sword is quite spiritual, twisted slightly in the master's hand a few times, and suddenly flew back into the scabbard behind it.

Cheng Hongming raised his head slightly, and he couldn't see anything on his face, but his tense body showed that he had not relaxed his vigilance at any time. This is the ninth time he has killed these puppets, and he doesn't know what will happen after this time. Outside the Chuan Gong Palace, all the nine-story pavilions were lit up with white light at this time. This means that someone has already climbed the ninth floor.

"Pass all the nine exercises of transmission and get the qualification for the selection of top exercises!"

With the sound of a cold voice, Cheng Hongming's figure disappeared in a flash.

With Cheng Hongming's departure, the cold voice said something to himself unusually.

"A natural sword cultivator, I don't know how far I can go if I get the top exercises?

Then the cold voice disappeared, and at the same time, a figure gradually appeared from blur to reality.

Xu Chenglin glanced at the empty surroundings, and the nine flying blades flying around him did not retract. The footwork under his feet seemed to be a little scattered, but the spiritual light that flickered from time to time showed that he did not have any relaxation.

There was darkness all around, as if only Xu Chenglin was the only shining point. It wasn't long before another point of light appeared in the darkness. There was no need to look at what it was, Xu Chenglin automatically regarded it as the opponent of the ninth layer.

The elegant figure slowly walked out of the darkness, shook its body slightly, and shook off the dust that did not exist on its body. The white male lion walked slowly, raised his arrogant head and glanced at Xu Chenglin contemptuously. Seeing the white lion walking out, Xu Chenglin not only had vigilance in his heart, but also a nameless fire that arose for no reason.

"This puppet is very spiritual, but what's the matter with this contemptuous look? No, this thing is not as good as a brute. ”

There was fire in his heart, Xu Chenglin's eyes narrowed, and the nine flying blades around his body spun. With one hand pointing forward, nine flying blades flew out together. In the midst of the howling wind, nine flying blades suddenly came to the head of the white male lion. In the blink of an eye, the blade struck at the white lion below.

The white male lion saw the nine flying blades attacking, and his body was suddenly covered with blue arcs. His hind limbs were strengthened, and a blue trail streaked through the air. The blue light flickered and flickered, and the golden light of the flying blade had just disappeared. Between the two colors of light, the white lion actually escaped from under the lotus flying blade.

In the distance, the white lion patrolled around Xu Chenglin. Looking at his demeanor at Xu Chenglin, it was like looking at his prey. It seems that as long as Xu Chenglin is not careful, he will attack at any time.

Just this attack, Xu Chenglin has already tried out some fiction and reality. The strength and speed of the white male lion are stronger than the puppets encountered in the previous eight times. The hardest thing to deal with is not these, but the blue arc of the white lion.

Sure enough, the white male lion roared at Xu Chenglin. The arc of electricity around the body suddenly stretched out like tentacles. Under the influence of the electric arc, Xu Chenglin's nine-handled flying blades were like a drunken drunk, shaking and falling towards the white lion without obeying the command.

Seeing this, Xu Chenglin's spirit tightened, and he quickly withdrew the flying blade to his body. The flying blade left the range of the blue arc, and Xu Chenglin once again took command of it.

Xu Chenglin frowned, staring at the white lion tightly, not daring to relax in the slightest. The nine-handled flying blades returned in vain, which somewhat surprised him. The blue arc of the white male lion is equivalent to invisibly, blocking Xu Chenglin's attack method.

Exhaling lightly, Xu Chenglin was not disappointed. This puppet of the ninth layer, if it was easily solved, he himself would not believe it. One hand quickly brushed over the storage bag, and the long sword appeared in his hand.

Without exaggerated moves, Xu Chenglin gently swung three swords at the white male lion. The three wind blades flew towards the male lion at great speed, but no matter how fast the wind blade flew, it never flew faster than the male lion. The male lion only moved his body slightly, and then dodged the three wind blades. Watching the male lion dodge the wind blade, Xu Chenglin's face did not change. Silently pinching a trick in his hand, the three wind blades that were dodged suddenly merged into one, and with faster speed and stronger power, they swirled and attacked the white lion again.

The white male lion dodged the first three wind blades, and looked somewhat proud. Before he had taken his standard light pace, he felt an attack from the rear. It happened suddenly, and he was somewhat careless. Although the white lion dodged the wind blade, it still left scars on its body.

Xu Chenglin's eyes lit up, and he already had a way to deal with him in his heart.

"That blue arc will affect the weapon, but it doesn't seem to protect against spell damage. It's good, it's good to be able to hurt him. ”

The light flashed under his feet, and Xu Chenglin's figure disappeared. By the time his figure appeared, three wind blades were already attacking the white lion. Xu Chenglin didn't care if he could hit it, and his figure disappeared again. As if concocted, when his form reappeared, three wind blades attacked the male lion.

Acting like this, Xu Chenglin summoned dozens of wind blades back and forth. Before he knew it, he was walking around the lion. Between the wind blades, the white male lion is surrounded by it. When Xu Chenglin's figure reappeared, the long sword in his hand had disappeared. Each hand pinched out a strange spell, and the trajectory of dozens of wind blades all changed.

The lion surrounded by the wind blade kept dodging, but he couldn't dodge the second one wind blade. You can dodge the less powerful wind blades, but you can't dodge the powerful wind blades. It can dodge the wind blade with a normal trajectory, but it can't dodge the wind blade with a changing trajectory.

The number of wind blades is decreasing, but the power is increasing. Coupled with the constant change in the trajectory of the wind blade, the white lion can be described as bitter. You're fast enough to dodge attacks from one direction, but you can't dodge flanking attacks from all directions.

The white male lion is a puppet and has no blood on it. But his white figure was already covered with scars. The graceful figure is gone, replaced by scars. Although the blue arc was still all over the body, it could not stop the wind blade from damaging it in the slightest.

The wind blade had disappeared for some time, and the white lion still kept dodging out of instinct. After dozens of breaths, the white male lion reacted, and the wind blade had disappeared. The white male lion raised his head sharply and roared at Xu Chenglin, as if venting his anger.

It's just that it just roared a few times, and its voice changed from high to low, and finally to low roar. The white male lion roared softly, his proud head slightly lowered, his body slightly down, but his steps retreated towards the rear. Because just now, it felt a fatal threat in Xu Chenglin's body.

At this time, Xu Chenglin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he held a white half-moon-shaped light cluster in his hand. This light cluster is nothing else, it is the combination of many wind blades to form a wheal. Multiple waves, which combine multiple identical spells with each other to increase the power of a spell. It's quite a magical spell, but the fly in the ointment is that the fusion spell is up to twice as powerful. But again, that's where the power of this spell comes in.

As the saying goes, quantitative change produces qualitative change. Once a spell is compressed to a certain extent, its power does not necessarily change, but its effect does change. When multiple wind blades are combined, they can no longer be called wind blades, and perhaps it is more appropriate to call them wind blades.

Using the wind blade to condense into a wind knife, this is also Xu Chenglin's first experiment. After carefully sensing the half-moon-shaped light cluster in his hand, Xu Chenglin only felt a sharp sense of gold element approaching the door, and at the same time, the light and elegant wind also possessed. This mutated spell can be said to be an enhanced version of the Wind Blade. Of course, its usage is much the same as that of the Wind Blade.

Xu Chenglin's eyes shrank, and his divine sense directly locked on the white lion. Turning his hand, he threw out the wind knife of the void, and the white light disappeared in a flash. The white male lion not far away, his eyes shrunk sharply and he was about to jump. It's just that before its body can rise, it falls back to the same place very abruptly.

The blue arc on the lion's body slowly retracted into its body. A blazing white light emanated from his body. His body slowly fell to the side, and fine cracks gradually spread all over his body. Before the white lion could fall to the ground, his body instantly turned into white fragments.

The wind knife actually hit the white male lion at a very fast speed, and even destroyed it from the inside to the outside in a strange way. Xu Chenglin saw that the puppet had been knocked down, and the nine flying blades around him reintegrated into one. Reaching out to catch the flying blade, Xu Chenglin withdrew it into the Tongtian Spirit Gourd.

With a click, a crack appeared in the long sword in Xu Chenglin's hand. With the appearance of the first rift, one after the other cracks appeared. With a snap, the long sword in Xu Chenglin's hand cracked into pieces. Looking at the hilt of the sword in his hand, Xu Chenglin sighed softly. This magic weapon obtained from the Arctic Ice Sheet has also been destroyed.

Releasing too many wind blades at one time is completely beyond the tolerance of the magic weapon. The destruction of this magic weapon was also expected by Xu Chenglin. As a refiner, he had long been aware of the destruction of the long sword.

"A mid-level magic weapon, in exchange for the victory of the ninth layer, can be regarded as exerting his greatest value. Hey, it's not a pity, it's not a pity!"

said so, but Xu Chenglin was still very distressed. After all, it is a magic weapon that has followed him for more than a year, and it is all a lie if he doesn't feel sorry for it. Refiners have always cherished their magic weapons, and Xu Chenglin is the same.

"All the nine exercises have been passed, and I have been qualified for the selection of top exercises!"

The cold voice sounded again, and Xu Chenglin was not allowed to react again, and his figure disappeared suddenly.

"It's really a complicated means, magic weapons, spells, and alchemy are omniscient, but the basic exercises are the way of sword cultivation and Confucianism, what does this kid think. It reminds me of a certain guy back then, and it's really unpleasant. Forget it, no matter. Leave it to the Chuangong Hall for their own troubles, anyway, after this time, the traces left by everyone will not exist. ”

The cold voice spoke to itself again, and then fell silent again. It wasn't long before another person came to the trial.

Xu Chenglin felt like he had been kicked and staggered out of the void. It's not that he hasn't experienced teleportation, but it's like being kicked into the void and kicked out again, and he really hasn't experienced this feeling.

He had a feeling of wanting to scold his mother, he didn't know if others would have this kind of treatment, but he felt that he must have been treated unfairly.

After looking around, Xu Chenglin found that he was in a closed stone room. In the square stone room with more than ten zhang in front and back, Xu Chenglin is standing in the center. The roof is not high, only about three zhang high, and I don't know what to write on it.

Eight strange hedrons were inlaid above the roof, which were shining softly. The light in the stone chamber was not bright, but Xu Chenglin saw the whole picture of the roof clearly through this not very bright light.

Eight strange crystals, each with some strange patterns on it, spread from above to the roof. In the middle of the roof, these strange patterns come together to form a strange circle.

In this strange circle are eight ancient seal characters, which happen to be recognized by Chenglin. As if sensing the arrival of someone, eight strange crystals lit up one after another. The strange lines that spread down from the spar lit up like water flowing through it.

The eight-colored light eventually converged and turned golden. The golden light sets off the eight characters in the center very eye-catching, which is "all kinds of ten thousand laws, suitable for oneself".