"The number of swordsmen is increasing, and the ultimate half-step sword rhyme is difficult to support, but I like this situation. Lin Yuan looked at the sword marks on his arm, and his face showed a hideous smile.

Lin Yuan's swordsmanship, after such a long time of training, is already very powerful, but there is also a limit, so many swordsmen of the late stage of the Purple Mansion launched an attack on him at the same time, it is inevitable that there will be some omissions, fortunately, Lin Yuan's divine sense is several times that of ordinary swordsmen, the more dangerous the moment, the more he can calm down, and at the last moment, he has the ability to turn the tide, and he is replaced by another Lin Yuan whose divine sense is weaker, and he has been killed by the sword at this moment.

The fiftieth swordsman!

The Eightieth Swordsman!

The hundredth swordsman!

Lin Yuan's spirit was extremely concentrated, and the swordsmanship of many swordsmen seemed to be a little slower in his eyes, and his sword stabbed out quickly.

The one hundred and fifteenth swordsman.

The one hundred and thirty-second swordsman!

I don't know how long it has been, Lin Yuan's eyes are red at this time, his whole body is full of sharp sword shadows, the green tendons on his forehead are exposed, and his body has a murderous aura that is difficult to approach, sharp aura.

"Whew!"

Killing all the swordsmen, Lin Yuan's tense nerves relaxed for the first time, and he gasped heavily.

The extreme half-step sword rhyme has reached the maximum consumption of Lin Yuan's whole body at this time, if you want to break through, or move forward, it is impossible, this is already Lin Yuan's biggest limit.

There are too many benefits brought by breaking into the sword tower, it makes Lin Yuan's swordsmanship or swordsmanship more practical, more straightforward to the essence, the ultimate purpose of swordsmanship is to kill people, whether it is evil or good, it can't change its essence.

And the person who practices the sword is to stimulate a person's kendo potential and enter a realm of self-forgetfulness, in the realm of self-forgetfulness, every move and style is extremely lethal, and it is more perfect than the ordinary self.

After breaking through the sixty-sixth floor of the Sword Tower, Lin Yuan's control of swordsmanship, or his melee ability, not to mention being reborn, has at least risen by one or two grades, and he can finish abusing his previous self with a light yì.

Sixty-seventh floor.

Lin Yuan came to the sixty-seventh floor.

Outside, the noise exploded.

Everyone was shocked.

At the moment when Lin Yuan entered the sixty-seventh layer, Yan Nantian, who had entered before, at this moment, the light belonging to the sixty-eighth layer also flickered here.

"The sixty-seventh layer, it's really incredible, it has already surpassed the sixth layer of Blood Wudao, is it, can he continue to move forward" Some martial artists couldn't believe it, they knew that Lin Yuan's strength was indeed stronger than Blood Wudao, but such a shock was too unbelievable.

"I'm afraid, even if it's Blood Wudao, it's very helpless" Some martial artists felt helpless for the first time, and they couldn't guess where Lin Yuan's limit was.

And now Lin Yuan, when he entered the sixty-seventh layer, his own difficulty instantly reached a terrifying level, and now Lin Yuan finally understood why the sixth-ranked Blood Wudao only broke through to the sixty-sixth layer and failed.

In other words, the sixty-sixth layer, for those who have comprehended the half-step sword rhyme, they have reached the extreme, and it is impossible for them to take another step forward to make their extreme.

Sixty-seven layers, sixty-six floors, that is to lead a level that only a warrior who has reached the sword rhyme can comprehend, and in the sword tower, it reflects the sword talent of a swordsman, which is very pure, no matter how high the cultivation is, the sword talent is not high, and there is no way to achieve good results in the sword tower.

Such a feeling passed in a flash, and all the martial artists quickly regained their composure: "Lin Yuan, how much shock will you bring us." ”

Someone whispered, sighing for Lin Yuan's situation.

Lin Yuan didn't know about the hustle and bustle of the outside world, he only knew that now he would be killed by the chaotic sword at any time.

He was able to break through the sixty-sixth layer and come to the sixty-seventh floor, and his momentum and swordsmanship were also raised to the level of sword rhyme.

The whole body was filled with an inexplicable artistic conception, and the sword shadows formed a substantially the same sword qi at this moment, surrounding Lin Yuan.

The sword shadow is like an extremely powerful spiritual weapon, full of endless sharpness and sharpness, and the sword shadow emanates, as if even the swordsman on the opposite side feels the pressure.

The swordsman on the opposite side is different from the previous swordsman, this time the swordsman seems to have more wisdom, and all his body is shrouded by the edge of the sword, and his body is filled with a thick sword aura.

The sword rhyme unfolded, and Lin Yuan's general began to fight, this time, Lin Yuan showed his strength to the fullest, the comprehension of the sword rhyme coupled with the strength of the peak of the purple mansion, this sixty-seven-layer swordsman, the time taken to break through the level was shorter than before.

"The Sixty-Eighth Level"

"The Sixty-Ninth Level"

"Seventieth level!"

"Oh my God, look, that Lin Yuan is actually on par with Yan Nantian's number of passes. ”

"It's incredible, Lin Yuan's speed is actually getting faster and faster, it's already seventy levels, do you want to continue to move forward, as long as you are advancing one level, then Lin Yuan is the fifth on the Sword Venerable List." ”

Some martial artists gasped, looked at Lin Yuan's flickering name in disbelief, waited for an hour or two, and then cried and saw the names of the two flickering, almost at the same moment.

"Seventy-two levels!"

"Seventy-three levels!"

"Seventy-five levels!"

"Wow!"

At this moment, the entire outside world was shocked, and all the martial artists looked in the direction of Lin Yuan's name in disbelief, their eyes full of horror.

"This, what's going on, the seventy-fifth level! This is already the third grade, as long as you pass it, it will be on par with Yan Nantian!"

"You see, Yan Nantian has also reached the seventy-fifth level, and last time he closed at the seventy-fifth level, can he enter the seventy-sixth level in the first level and keep his ranking. ”

At this moment, the warrior next to the sword monument was not speaking, and all of them were concentrating on the changes in the sword monument, hoping that there would be a more amazing miracle.

In the sword tower, Yan Nantian's entire body was stained red with blood, and his face was occupied by madness.

"I must succeed, seventy-sixth floor!" Yan Nantian's face full of Xianxue showed a touch of hideousness, and the sword in his hand rose and fell, taking away the life of a swordsman.

Time seemed to pass very slowly, three or four hours passed, and the sword tablet still did not move, as if everything was still.

"The last swordsman, I must succeed!" The blood-stained body once again bloomed with brilliant sword light, and a special rhythm was generated, harvesting the life of the last swordsman.

The light flickered, and the bloody Yan Nantian body general entered the sixty-seventh layer.

Where Lin Yuan was, the sword was also flickering, but Lin Yuan's body was swept by the sword qi from time to time, and there was no difficulty in Yan Nantian on a single page.

He was able to come to the seventy-fifth layer because in addition to comprehending the sword rhyme, his own mind was also several times that of ordinary martial artists in the late stage of the Purple Mansion, which made his attention more concentrated, and his perception of the outside world was more keen.

However, it is obvious that a strong soul can only support Lin Yuan to reach the seventy-fifth layer, and if he wants to pass through the seventy-fifth layer, it is a fool's dream, unless his swordsmanship is strong.