Hei Lei only felt that it was dark again in front of him, and he was deeply helpless about this situation in the treacherous array. After a long period of darkness, the ink was transferred again.

Yin Mo was abruptly thrown under the steps, and looked up at the unseen high platform. Yin Mo suddenly woke up from the contradiction he had just learned sword moves, and the scene in front of him made him inexplicably familiar. I seem to have seen this kind of stone staircase somewhere, but no matter how hard Yin Mo tried to remember it, he couldn't remember it.

"Above the sword steps, it should be the Sword Palace!"

Hei Lei looked at the steps in front of him and sighed leisurely.

Hearing Hei Lei's sigh, Yin Mo realized that the stone steps in front of him were actually made of giant swords.

Each step is an independent giant sword, seamlessly connected, without the hint of black thunder, the blue-gray sword body is completely mistaken for bluestone steps.

Yin Mo stepped into it, and the image of a white-robed old man dancing a sword passed in front of him. A sword that slammed directly into the soul through the divine sense.

Hei Lei didn't step into the sword steps, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw Yin Momeng. Clenched the sword in his hand and shook his body.

"Knock~"

In a moment, Yin Mo stepped on the sword steps in front of him again.

The white-robed old man swung his sword fiercely and stabbed at the door of Yinmo, and a bead of sweat the size of a bean rolled down Yinmo's forehead. Gritting his teeth, Yin Mo raised his foot and took another step.

The outlook has changed again.

"Swallow grabbing style, floating mountain attack, sword interception, mountain opening ......"

Whether it is amazingly powerful or dexterous, all kinds of sword moves are directly reflected in the deepest part of the soul like brainwashing. With every step, a new sword style appears.

When Yin Mo was halfway through, his eyes were already filled with all kinds of sword moves. Even if he stood on the top of the sword steps and did not move, there were still flashes of non-stop sword moves in front of him. Dense and overlapping.

The soul has a feeling that it is about to be blown up, and subconsciously prints the ink back.

Behind him was an empty abyss, and the sword steps he walked through were as if they had never existed. A wry smile pulled out at the corner of his mouth, Yin Mo knew that he had no way back, gritted his teeth and took a heavy step.

"Boom~~"

There was a roar in the brain, and the new sword move that appeared again directly made Yin Mo's entire brain boil, and the chaotic scene in front of him disappeared at this moment.

"Come on, the teacher is optimistic about you, you must go up, there must be good things in the Sword Palace!"

Black Thunder's impatient voice clearly appeared in Yin Mo's ears, Yin Mo took a light step, and the sword steps behind him disappeared the moment Yin Mo's hind feet left.

A majestic palace composed of countless swords appeared in front of Yin Mo's eyes, and the many swords automatically emitted a pleasant crisp sound without wind, like a symphony echoing in his ears.

Even when he saw the Sword Palace, Yin Mo had walked for nearly three hours. When Yin Mo crossed the last sword step, the large platform in front of the Sword Palace appeared directly under his feet.

"Hey, eat me with a goose!"

A milky cry was heard, and a little Lori shouted and dragged a giant sword that was completely disproportionate to her body to attack the two silver sword guards.

"Bang~~"

The figure of Xing Chong was directly slashed by the two silver guards' understated swords, and flew in the direction of Yin Mo.

"Like Li, come and help kill these two sword slave Yinwei. ”

Lori, who flew in, was the book that came in with Yinmo, and she screamed in surprise when she saw Yinmo Shushu.

However, her voice was a little hoarse, obviously she was tossed by the sword slave silver guard in front of the Sword Palace.

The giant sword pulled a sword flower, and Shushu stabilized his body at all, and he was very enthusiastic without the raw seer who had just entered the Sword Palace.

She somehow broke into here, and then found that she couldn't defeat those two sword slaves. is desperate, when I meet the ink like charcoal in the snow, I smile very sweetly.

The two sword slaves and silver guards split the books, and seeing that Xiao Lori had not stepped into the defense circle for the time being, they returned to the gate of the Sword Palace to continue to guard.

"The rags in your hands are about to be thrown away, come. I'll take you to pick out a good weapon. Alas, the Sword Venerable is too stingy to only take a sword. ”

Shushu stepped forward and took Yinmo's hand and ran straight towards the weapon rack in the distance.

The sword slave Yinwei ignored the two and let Shushu come to the weapon rack with the ink.

"These are all swords that have been used by the Sword Venerable, and each one has a name. I'm a giant soldier, awesome!"

Shushu flaunted the giant sword with the door panel raised towards Yinmo, with an excited face.

"Hurry up and pick one, wait for the two of us to have a silver guard for each person. ”

Yin Mo glanced at the dazzling array of swords, indifferent. In a hurry, Shushu circled around Yinmo, "Look at that Long Yuan, handsome!"

Seeing that Yin Mo didn't react, Shushu was stunned for a moment, stuck the giant soldier on the ground, and pulled out another sword from the weapon rack.

"This sword is said to have no edge, but it is sharp!"

"Then this one, the legend has the weeping of the instrument spirit!"

The books were sold with the enthusiasm of a few family treasures, but I only saw the expression of Yin Mo from beginning to end.

"Well, I'll lend you the Giant Soldier. But remember to return me when you're done with it!"

As if it was like giving his favorite toy to someone, Shushu still hesitated reluctantly.

Yin Mo shook his head and walked straight towards the gate of the Sword Palace empty-handed.

"You don't need a sword, you can't beat them!"

Shushu bit his lip and hurried to catch up with Yinmo.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yin Mo's mouth, "Don't worry, I have a sword!"

"Xiaobai, the sword is coming!"

"Bang~~"

Hei Lei slammed into the ground with a ghost, only to see that Yin Mo's voice had just fallen. The ink glass sword box directly broke through the spatial blockade of the black thunder and instantly appeared behind Yin Mo.

Shushu looked at the ink and ink tricks, and made a sword box and screamed.

"This—this is the Ink Glass Sword Box. ”

After reading more than 10,000 volumes, he recognized the sword box at a glance, and his small mouth opened directly.

When she saw the black and white sword summoned by Yin Mo, she directly flattened her mouth.

"This is far worse than Long Yuan. ”

Yin Mo flicked the blade of the wind in his hand, and a sword roar echoed on the main hall of the Sword Palace like a hollow valley.

"Well, I don't know what it is, but it's a good sword!"

Shushu hurriedly changed his words, and touched his giant soldier very affectionately with a look of satisfaction.

"By the way, Sword Slave Yinwei is proficient in the various sword styles of the Sword Venerable, how much have you learned on the sword level?"

Afraid of being beaten back by the sword slave again, Shushu asked Yin Mo.

She has been brilliant since she was a child, and she never forgets it.

Never grew up at all!

Don't look at the little Lori, who is only five years old, but she is proficient in a series of 10,000 books, which can be called a demon.

If it weren't for the two Sword Slave Silver Guards here, Shushu would have entered the Sword Palace long ago.

However, she can easily defeat one, but the other always cracks her sword move like a-stirring stick and knocks her away. There is really nothing that can be done about it.

So when she unexpectedly saw Yinmo arrive, she was very excited. As long as Yin Mo can drag the other sword slave Yinwei, if she doesn't blow it, she can enter the sword palace with her eyes closed.