The sixth circle of stone pillars.

The six blurred lights and shadows were either front or back, faintly forming a tactical system, not giving Shi Xiaole a chance to kill at all, and could only kill through hard consumption.

Changing to others, this is already an impossible limit, and it is difficult to even insist on fifty moves.

What shocked Uncle Forget was that after just twenty moves, Shi Xiaole took control of the situation.

Under his sword momentum, the six blurred lights and shadows were like sand floating in the waves, which seemed to be encircled, but in fact they could not pose a threat, but were instead attacked by Shi Xiaole and broke them one by one.

In this level, Shi Xiaole used sixty-six swords, and he was unscathed.

Yan Zhen's chest rose and fell violently.

I remember that the master once said that the person who has passed the sixth level is a genius who is rare in a thousand years, and every time he passes the level, he represents a higher level. And so far, only the owner has successfully passed all the levels.

Yan Zhen didn't know how many levels Shi Xiaole could break through, he only knew that when the master passed the sixth level, he used eighty-five moves.

It can't be judged from this that Shi Xiaole is more powerful than the master, this is impossible. Because different people have different styles, Shi Xiaole is clearly a one-hit killer type, while the master is a strong type.

But at least it can show that Shi Xiaole's combat power of the same level is far more than that, so where is his limit, the seventh level, or the eighth level?

Or......

Realizing this possibility, Yan Zhen's heart twitched, raised his eyes and secretly glanced at Tianwang Laozi, seeing that his face was full of excitement, he couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, and stared at the picture on the bluestone in a blink of an eye.

The sixth level is several times more difficult than the fifth level, and the seventh level is several times more difficult than the sixth level, one after another is not inferior to his own sword qi attack, Shi Xiaole's body moves, and he continuously dodges in a way that violates the laws of physiology, and draws his sword to fight back.

硁硁硁......

Clusters of sparks splattered out in all directions.

The essence of the Wandering Red Dust tactics lies in striking first and luring the enemy with potential. In the past few years, Shi Xiaole's understanding of this has been higher than that of Rainbow State. After ninety-seven moves, he took the lead in grasping the flaw, and a sword pierced through a blurred light and shadow.

The difficulty begins to cut.

After fifty-three moves, the second blurred light and shadow shattered.

This was followed by the third, the fourth, and the fifth......

Three hundred and sixty-six moves, Shi Xiaole passed.

"This son is really unexpected!"

Uncle Wang's eyes lit up when he saw it, and he almost couldn't help but cheer for Shi Xiaole.

To be honest, he never expected that he would be able to leave the Tomb of the Heavenly King, because except for the Holy Monarch, the Heavenly King Lao Tzu and other figures, who can break through nine levels in a row?

Now, it was as if he had seen the light, even though it was still faint and could be extinguished at any moment.

Level 8.

At this time, Shi Xiaole finally felt the pressure, in the layers of sword winds, he might be hit if he was not careful, and he had to go all out with every move, and he couldn't tolerate the slightest mistake.

This time, it took him a full 1,232 moves to successfully pass the eighth level.

"Little brother, don't rush into the ninth level, rest quickly!"

Uncle Forget shouted anxiously on the side, and his body wanted to stand up because of excitement, and immediately shook the surrounding void chains with a whooshing sound.

When people are extremely excited, they will suffer from gains and losses, even if they forget their old uncle.

That's the ninth level, only the top geniuses in history can enter, and they may not be able to pass it. He was afraid that Shi Xiaole would waste this opportunity because of too much energy consumption.

Shi Xiaole nodded.

Although he doesn't think he will fail, there is nothing wrong with being foolproof.

Inside a small courtyard with mottled walls.

"This kid really has the style of a father. ”

Lao Tzu, the king of heaven, looked up to the sky and laughed, and the whole rocking chair shook.

If he wanted to, anything that happened in the Heavenly King's Mausoleum couldn't hide it from him, but before Shi Xiaole broke through, Heavenly King Lao Tzu didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Elephants are not interested in watching ants, so Tianwang Lao Tzu naturally doesn't know about Shi Xiaole's previous battles, otherwise it wouldn't be so unexpected.

Looking at Shi Xiaole, who has an extraordinary temperament and looks like a young sword emperor, a strange brilliance appeared in the eyes of the Heavenly King Laozi, as if he saw a young elephant in the ant pile, and there is hope for him to grow into the same kind in the future.

"There are too few men like me, and sometimes they are really lonely, not to mention that the second Armageddon is inevitable, and when the time comes...... It's better to ......."

Heavenly King Lao Tzu muttered to himself, and gradually, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise an evil arc, like a bad boy who likes to play pranks.

Seeing his master's expression, Yan Zhen only felt wisps of cold air penetrate from his pores, and he shivered.

After adjusting for half an hour, Shi Xiaole ignored the dissuasion of Uncle Forget and entered the ninth level.

"There is too little time to rest, alas......"

Forget the old man beating his chest and stomping his feet.

If you haven't been trapped in one place for six hundred years, you will never be able to understand how much Uncle Forget wants to go out, and now Shi Xiaole has pinned all his hopes on him.

The nine blurred lights and shadows, like ghosts, not only did not attack, but spread out everywhere at the first time. Once Shi Xiaole loses control, what he has to face is their endless, endless serial killing moves, and the immortals can't hold it when they come.

Of course, Shi Xiaole would not give them this opportunity.

The long sword was unsheathed, and for the first time, he pushed the wandering red dust to the limit, and the sword in his hand was so fast that it lost its shadow, leaving only a piece of light, engulfing the nine blurred lights and shadows in an instant.

There was a flash of sword qi in the air.

Seven blurred lights and shadows rushed towards Shi Xiaole, as if they had self-awareness, pulling most of the momentum of the wandering red dust, and the remaining two were still retreating, and they were soon out of control.

But how could Shi Xiaole do what they wanted, as soon as the seven blurred lights and shadows moved, he had already moved with them, and in the process of shifting shape, the sword momentum once again enveloped the surroundings.

I saw that in the circle surrounded by nine stone pillars, the white light was scattered and sometimes retracted, sometimes like a roll of lotus flowers, sometimes like a wave of tsunami, the only thing that remained unchanged was that Shi Xiaole always controlled the overall situation.

It's a thrilling process.

Because there are countless strains in the nine blurred light and shadow, and each strain can derive a variety of different results, what Shi Xiaole did was to give the most correct response in an instant.

If there is the slightest deviation in this process, you will lose control, and in turn will be besieged by nine blurred lights and shadows, and completely fall into passivity.

It can be said that ordinary people do not have this amount of calculation at all, and it is impossible for them to have such extraordinary combat skills, not only forgetting Uncle and Yan Zhen, but even the Heavenly King Lao Tzu can't take their eyes off it.

One hundred tricks.

Two hundred moves.

Every move in the past consumed dozens of times more than Shi Xiaole under normal circumstances, but he was always calm. The two sides fight not to make mistakes, and once they make mistakes, it is the beginning of breaking the deadlock.

Shi Xiaole must admit that the checkpoint here is much more difficult than the test set by the old man who played the piano back then. However, this also indirectly proves that his combat power of the same level is still improving.

Six hundred moves have passed in the blink of an eye.

Shi Xiaole's brain was filled with a pinprick pain, which was a sign of excessive mental power consumption.

Uncle Wang, who was in the distance, was so nervous that his palms were sweating, for fear that the next moment, Shi Xiaole would be surrounded by mistakes, and there would be almost no possibility of turning over.

In the seven hundredth moves, the pain in his brain was even stronger, but Shi Xiaole's expression was still resolute, and his sword moves were swung continuously, as if he was not affected at all.

At this point, every time he took out an extra sword, his mental burden increased a little, and even his face turned much paler, and he saw that the old man held his breath.

Even Yan Zhen, who was watching from afar, couldn't help but tense his body, but his eyes didn't blink, wondering if Shi Xiaole could compare to his master.

The young man in black sat on the rocking chair with his back straight, the expression on his face seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were so deep that it was impossible to guess.

The huge courtyard does not have a trace of wind and grass.

Seven hundred and eighty-six moves.

Shi Xiaole had just stabbed out a sword, and under the scanning of his mental power, he immediately found a blurred light and shadow three hundred meters away on the right, and his movements paused slightly.

Opportunity.

This is a once-in-a-kind opportunity!

Gang Qi surged all over his body, penetrating into his hand, Shi Xiaole rushed out like a swift arrow, and in mid-air, the Spring Fury Sword was drawn out in an unprecedented furious manner, leaving a sword mark that lasted for a long time.

Snort!

At the end of the sword marks, the blurred light and shadow froze, shattering from head to toe into points of light.

Uncle Forget opened his mouth wide, his heart stopped, his blood stopped, his whole body was like an electric current drilling through, every pore opened, and a blower-like panting sound came out of his throat.

After taking the opportunity to get out of control, the eight blurred lights and shadows either rushed straight away, or moved sideways rapidly, and the formation changed dramatically in an instant, and the invisible angry wave momentum pointed directly at Shi Xiaole.

But Shi Xiaole didn't realize it, the moment he succeeded in a sword, he had launched a series of fast attacks, stabbing hundreds of swords in a row, and the sound of clanging collisions sounded in the air, and the sparks almost drowned out all the light and shadow.

Shi Xiaole couldn't stop the siege of nine blurred lights and shadows, but under the siege of eight blurred lights and shadows, he managed to support dozens of moves, and gradually gained control again.

After so many moves, he successfully killed the second Blur Light and Shadow.

Shi Xiaole is very tired and tired, just now he is more than who does not make mistakes, and now he is longer than who he is. At the juncture when the scales of victory were tilted in favor of him, he would never allow himself to fall first.

In the three pairs of eyes with different expressions, Shi Xiaole's swordsmanship continued to decay, but he still killed one after another with blurred light and shadow.

Five thousand eight hundred and ninety-six moves.

Shi Xiaole dodged sideways, mustered up all his strength, and a sword pierced the chest of the ninth body with blurred light and shadow, and after smashing it hard, his body fell to his knees, panting heavily.

Pain mixed with exhaustion, surging towards him like a tide, but at the spiritual level, he gained indescribable satisfaction, and after this battle, Shi Xiaole faintly felt that his strength had improved again.

"You've passed, you've passed......"

Uncle Forget's lips trembled, and he couldn't even speak, and his old face turned red.

When a luxury that can't even be imagined really happens in front of him, in addition to excitement and joy, Uncle Forget is still at a loss.

But soon, when he looked at Shi Xiaole, who was kneeling on the ground, he disappeared in a daze, replaced by gratitude that could not be concealed, and his eyes became blurred.