(A large part of our telephone line bus was stolen during the Chinese New Year. Now someone finally repaired it and it just got through)

Mo Wen stepped onto the Hongqiao Bridge and climbed onto the eighth Shenglong Platform under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes. The fastest update

After a short period of stunned silence, dozens of contestants who were stranded by the lake went crazy and took out communication sword talismans one by one into the void. They wanted to convey the news here to their relatives and friends as soon as possible.

Soon, rays of sword light were projected from all directions. In less than half a quarter of an hour, more than 300 contestants from all parties gathered at the lake, and more and more people kept coming.

A sword palace in the shape of a spiritual mountain came out of the sky. Li Qingyu, the second son of Qianlong, Abbot Dao, left and returned. He stared at the eighth Shenglong Platform shrouded in a purple-gold light curtain with an unprecedented serious expression.

He raised his head and glanced at Ye Zhiqiu, who was opposite him, his gaze lingered on Nian Yaoguang for a moment, and he narrowed his eyes slightly: "Brother Ye, Junior Sister Yaoguang, you have known it for a long time? Yes, Junior Sister Yaoguang has the pupil of the gods, but...

I was negligent."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled faintly: "This sword competition Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there will be so many opponents, I am looking forward to it."

"Humph." Li Qingyu smiled coldly: "I hope Brother Ye won't be so happy that he becomes sad and lose his reputation as the number one person."

"Haha, it's extremely cold at the top of the solitary peak. I wish I could have someone to share the burden for me." Ye Zhiqiu's expression did not change.

"Drink, I'm really looking forward to it. I hope you can laugh too when the time comes."

Sword mansions came flying one after another, including the top ten oirans from the Ten Sons of Qianlong, almost gathering at the edge of Shenglong Lake again.

"The Eighth Dragon Tower! Who else has such strength?" People racked their brains and couldn't imagine that there was such a level of existence among the younger generation in the current generation.

"It's the man who defeated Cang Yiyun of Kunlun Island at yesterday's tea party! It's incredible, this man actually has such potential!"

Soon someone found out Mo Wen's identity, and they all exclaimed.

"This person's name is Mo Wen, and he comes from Tianyan Island!"

"He came with Liu Zhenxuan from Tianyan Island, but he is not a disciple of Tianyan Sword Sect."

There is no information blockade on Qianlong Island. As long as you are on the island, the contestants' information will be unearthed quickly. In just a short while, all the identity information on Mo Wenming's face was unearthed.

"Is this person also a casual cultivator? Has he inherited some ancient inheritance?"

"I don't know. There is too little information about this person. I have never heard of this person overseas before. He must have just debuted."

"This sword competition will probably be very exciting. Wow, there are actually five people who broke through to the eighth Shenglong Platform, two more than the previous one, and two people even broke through to the last Shenglong Platform! The Five Hegemons

We are really looking forward to competing."

In a Jian Mansion that was as clear as a crystal palace, two veiled girls sat opposite each other, one wearing a white gauze skirt and the other wearing an emerald green dress.

"Sister Bai Ling, that young man named Mo Wen is very strong. We all seem to have misjudged him." The girl in the green dress said with a smile, her voice was clear and sweet.

The girl in white dress frowned slightly. Although she couldn't see the expression on her face because of the veil, her eyes were full of hostility. Her voice was as cold as water: "Mei Lian, let's go, there's nothing good to see."

of."

The girl in the emerald green dress said coquettishly: "No, Sister Bai Ling, I want to watch again, maybe he can pass the eighth level!"

The girl in white gauze snorted, with a hint of disdain in her words: "How is that possible? Senior Brother Ye is the number one genius in the past hundred years, and Senior Brother Ye only made it to the ninth level. How can this boy, He De, be compared to Senior Brother Ye?

"

"Hee hee, Sister Bai Ling is so protective of Ye Zhiqiu, and she also said that she has no interest in Ye Zhiqiu." The big eyes of the girl in the emerald green dress formed two crescent moons.

A trace of panic and embarrassment flashed in the eyes of the girl in white gauze skirt: "Damn girl, what are you talking about? When did I become interested in Senior Brother Ye?"

"Hee hee, Sister Bai Ling is blushing. She is embarrassed." The girl in the green dress stretched out a white and slender finger to scratch her cheek.

"Stinky girl, you are teasing your sister! I don't know who talks about your brother Peiyun every day?" said the girl in white gauze skirt.

"Ah!" The girl in the emerald green dress covered her cheek shyly: "Sister Bai Ling, how can you say it? I'm so embarrassed."

In a corner by the lake, two young men stood in the air. One of them held a sheathed spiritual sword in his arms, with a touch of elegance and calmness on his face: "Brother Nangong, do you think this person can break through the eighth level?"

The young man next to him was holding a folding fan and wearing a long white gown. He looked like a handsome young man in troubled times. Hearing this, he sneered disdainfully: "If the Shenglong Platform was so easy to get into, the Shenglong List would have been full of names. Ye Zhiqiu is an ancient swordsman.

The reincarnated body awakened part of Su Hui, but he only made it to the ninth level. Ao Zhan received the inheritance of Dugu Zhan, the first person overseas thousands of years ago, and he only lasted a few breaths on the ninth sword platform. Li Qingyu was pregnant with

The dual constitution of innate sword veins and pure Jun body only stops at the eighth level. This boy is just a mountain boy of unknown origin. It is already a miracle that he can make it to the eighth level."

The young man holding the spirit sword smiled faintly: "Brother Nangong's words are a bit sour."

There was something slightly unnatural on the handsome young face of the Young Master, and finally it turned into a cold snort.

Xiyang's eyes kept wandering around the eighth Shenglong Platform and Liu Zhenxuan not far away, and he didn't know what to think about with his twinkling eyes.

The same complicated eyes were Su Bai Leihong and other major spirit island descendants who had been in contact with Mo Wen and his group. Murong Xuanbin, who had suffered losses under Mo Wen, had an even gloomier and terrifying face, and Cang Yiyun of Kunlun Island

A wry smile appeared on his face. When Mo Wen stepped onto the eighth Dragon Tower, he understood that he had no chance against Mo Wen.

In an exquisite pavilion-like sword mansion, Xuanyuan Yanyu tiptoed and looked around: "Brother, do you think he can pass the nine levels?"

Xuanyuan Po still looked calm and composed: "We won't know this until later."

Xuanyuan Yanyu pouted her delicate little mouth: "I'm asking you!"

"Brother can't predict the future, how can he know?" Xuanyuan Po said matter-of-factly.

"Forget it, I'll ignore you!" Xuanyuan Yanyu turned away angrily, but after a while he couldn't help but break the promise first, turned around and said: "Brother, you can go up and have a try later, and you will pass nine in a row.

Pass, and then leave your name on the rising dragon list, hehe."

Xuanyuan Po couldn't help but smile: "Sister, do you think Shenglong Terrace is our back garden? Just break through if you want? But even if you can get through, I can't break the family rules. This Shenglong Terrace, and this sword

The meeting has nothing to do with us, we are just here to perform tasks, and we can only be spectators at most."

"It's boring." Xuanyuan Yanyu curled her lips and turned her head angrily.

At this moment, a full two-quarters of an hour had passed since Mo Wen entered the eighth Dragon Tower.

Inside the Dragon Tower, twenty mirror images surrounded Mo Wen. These mirror images no longer fought independently, but actually knew how to cooperate with each other. They formed groups of five and were divided into four groups. Mo Wen had to face each other at the same time every time.

The five mirror incarnations allowed Mo Wen to easily neutralize many attacks. After all, no matter how strong he was alone, he could not be stronger than five of his mirror incarnations working together!

Is that all?

A faint blue cloud flashed under Mo Wen's feet. He used the Qingyun Step to the extreme. His figure was erratic and he never stayed in one position for more than one-third of a breath. The attacks of the twenty mirror incarnations were always dangerous and dangerous.

It slashed across his body. Now he had almost no power to fight back, and was completely suppressed and beaten.

"No! It won't end like this!"

Mo Wen's eyes fiercely released the sharp sword light, and he used his body as a sword to activate the instant sword technique!

Whoosh!

Mo Wen's body disappeared instantly, and the next moment it appeared behind the nearest mirror incarnation, with his right arm thrust into the back of his head like a sword!

boom!

The back of the mirror incarnation's head was directly blasted to pieces, and then the entire body dissipated into the air.

Kill one person!

Then Mo Wen's figure flashed, using his body as a sword and performing the sword flash technique. He seemed to have the ability to teleport and could appear within a thousand feet at any time!

This special ability that combines blood-born clones, sword bodies, and the supreme sword-controlling skills of the Golden Element, made twenty mirror incarnations unprepared, and six people were killed in a row for some words! And Shenglongtai seemed unable to interpret Mo Wen's behavior.

Due to the situation, the remaining mirror incarnations hesitated briefly, and this brief hesitation accelerated the defeat of the mirror incarnation army...

The eighth Shenglong Platform suddenly rose with dazzling purple-gold brilliance, and a purple-gold rainbow bridge penetrated it!

"How is that possible?"

Almost everyone in the audience was stunned.

The fingers of Ye Zhiqiu's left hand that was resting on his lap twitched sharply, but they were hidden under the wide sleeves.

Li Qingyu stood up from his seat glumly.

A trace of surprise flashed in Nian Yaoguang's beautiful eyes.

"Three quarters of an hour!"

Su Bai took a breath of air. Lei Hong's poker face, which had always looked cool and looked unhappy with everyone, also showed a look of surprise.

And more people were so shocked that they broke out of the barrier in only three quarters of an hour! You know, even with the abilities of Ye Zhiqiu and Ao Zhan, they could only hold on until the half-hour time limit and barely pass.

, this person actually broke through the level before the time limit!

"Haha, Ye Xiaobailian, you have another opponent!" Aozhan's wild laughter resounded throughout the lake.

Ye Zhiqiu snorted lightly and ignored him, just watching Mo Wen's back disappear into the purple-gold forbidden light of the ninth Shenglong Platform.

"Sister Bai Ling, he really made it through! Even more powerful than Senior Brother Ye Zhiqiu!" Dongfang Qingrou exclaimed in surprise with her big eyes flashing.

Bai Lingdai frowned slightly, a hint of hostility flashed deep in her eyes as she stared at the ninth Dragon Tower.

"He is just lucky. There is no one in this generation who is more powerful than Senior Brother Ye!" Bai Ling said coldly, with a hint of rejection and disgust in his voice.

Dongfang Qingrou didn't seem to expect that the girl's reaction would be so violent. She was startled and looked at Bai Ling seriously. When she saw the severity in Bai Ling's eyes, she let out a soft oh like a child who had done something wrong.

He lowered his head, but under the lowered head, a pair of big eyes moved flexibly...

In the battle space of the ninth Shenglong Platform, a total of thirty figures emerged from the clouds, and the overwhelming fluctuations of spiritual energy caused the entire space to begin to distort.

Mo Wen took a deep breath and activated the Instant Sword Technique. His figure instantly appeared behind a mirror avatar. His right arm was filled with the Sword Element of Killing and he stabbed hard into the back of the avatar's head.

The mirror incarnation had no chance to react and was hit by Mo Wen.
To be continued...