"However, you should stop using your brain. If you challenge the afterimage of the Pavilion Master's will here, you will be protected by the formation and will never be disturbed. Now I will let you understand how big the gap between you and me is.
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There were only two people in the hall, and Wen Luohan talked more than outside. It seemed that his indifferent and taciturn appearance was just an act.
After that, Wen Luohan took the floating sword and killed the afterimage of the guardian of the Nine Heavens Sword Sutra.
Fight!
The moment Wen Luohan drew his sword, the afterimage sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, drew out his lightsaber and faced him.
The two fought together, but what made Wen Luohan even more frightened was that even though he offered the blessing of Taichu Martial Spirit, he still couldn't gain any advantage.
The afterimage of his will was able to neutralize all his killing moves with ease.
After only a few dozen rounds, his energy was already showing signs of failure.
"How is that possible?"
Seeing that the afterimage was as thick as before and no longer weak at all, Wen Luohan felt uneasy in his heart.
"No, I don't believe you can block my last sword!"
"I, Wen Luohan, am the number one disciple of Jiange. I am bound to obtain this Nine Heavens Sword Sutra!"
A blush suddenly appeared on Wen Luohan's face, as if he was sinking his boat. He took out a pill and swallowed it. The next moment, his entire body's cultivation skyrocketed to the level of a second-level Martial Emperor!
In this way, with the blessing of Taichu Water Martial Emperor, his combat power has been infinitely close to that of ordinary Sanxian!
"Han Yuan Ice Cut!"
"Destroy it!"
Wen Luohan, who looked thin, burst out with tyrannical pressure, and the floating sword in his hand was surrounded by frost, as if it was going to freeze the entire space in the hall. A flash of ice-colored sword light condensed into shape in an instant, shattering the void.
, slashing down towards the afterimage of the will.
drink!
However, the afterimage didn't give in too much. The aura of the Sanxian suddenly rose, and the lightsaber in his hand came out lightly and forcefully.
clang!
There was another explosion of gold and stone, and the sweeping fluctuations of the sword made Ling Tian, who was outside the formation, frowning.
But Ling Tian still shook his head as he looked at the formation space swept by the aura storm.
This Wen Luohan still doesn't work.
In the formation, Wen Luohan was shocked by the power of the sword and hit the formation barrier, but his fiery eyes were still fixed on the front. As long as the afterimage dissipated, he would have succeeded.
"This, no, won't happen!"
"I don't believe it!"
But when the storm in space subsided, Wen Luohan discovered that the afterimage still existed under the jade platform. Even though the afterimage was very thin, it still made him fail in the challenge.
Wen Luohan has tried his best, how can he accept such a result?
"What's going on?!"
Wen Luohan was completely stunned.
"Tsk, tsk, you've wasted so much of my time. Is this what you showed me?"
Ling Tian was outside the formation and shook his head, "I'm afraid you still don't understand the key to passing the eighth floor."
"So, you're done here."
Wen Luohan suddenly looked at Ling Tian with a ferocious expression on his face, "You're talking nonsense, how could I not know the key to the Eighth Floor Building? I, Wen Luohan, can't pass it, and neither can you!"
"Haha, then just wait outside!"
"Remember to speak louder then, I really can't hear you clearly!"
Ling Tian raised his head and smiled. Wen Luohan had already failed the challenge and was thrown out of the eighth floor by the formation!
Bang!
When Wen Luohan staggered down the steps from the eighth floor building, the warriors from all the pavilions at the foot of the Holy Sword Mountain who had been waiting quietly for the result couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.
Wen Luohan was thrown out first!?
Did the challenge fail?
It had been a long time since they had seen Wen Luohan in such a miserable state.
"What's going on? Logically speaking, Wen Luohan should not fail."
At this time, even Nangong Jin frowned and became confused, "When all the trump cards are revealed, Wen Luohan's cultivation can directly step into the second level Martial Emperor, and he can definitely fight against Sanxian. Is this the eighth level?
Is Chonglou really that perverted?"
"Maybe there are other reasons." Feng Zhiruo shrugged, "I don't know what's going on with Ling Tian."
"Can he be more powerful than General Wen Luohan?"
After whispering, Nangong Jin still shook his head.
In the eighth floor of the building, Ling Tian had already taken action, leading the shadow that had been restored to strength by the formation into the challenge space.
Ling Tian had watched the entire fight between Qi Qi and Wen Luohan just now, but he discovered that the combat power of this will shadow could fluctuate with the strength of the challenger.
Therefore, it is useless to try to increase your cultivation level to challenge the afterimage.
"There is definitely a key point in this high-rise building. What is it?"
Ling Tian held up the Long Yuan Sword and kept blocking the afterimage's attacks.
Faced with such a tyrannical existence, Ling Tian had already half-sheathed the Long Yuan Sword, and activated both the Taichu Sutra and the Dragon-Phoenix Supreme Art. Only then could he resist.
But if this stalemate continues, he can only follow in Wen Luohan's footsteps.
"If Mingyue can pass the test, what's the difference between her and Wen Luohan?"
Ling Tian's eyes suddenly flashed with light, and he suddenly had an idea, "I understand, it should be the Taichu Martial Spirit!"
"Ming Yue is stronger than Wen Luohan. One is the Moon-Sword in his hand, and the other is the moon-shaped soul. This Taichu is at the ancient level, but it is not comparable to Wen Luohan's water-shaped soul."
"The Flying Moon Sword is extraordinary and cannot be copied. It should not be a condition for passing the Eighth Level Tower. Then the rest is the energy limit of this Taichu Martial Spirit!"
"Perhaps it's because the pressure of the martial soul that instantly bursts out from the ancient-level Taichu martial soul is much more powerful and faster than that of the ancient-level Taichu, so before the will shadow has time to react, it can be destroyed in one fell swoop!"
Thinking of this, a look of excitement appeared on Ling Tian's face. When he raised the Long Yuan Sword in his hand, the words Taichu Wuhun Zhan rose up from behind, instantly increasing his combat power to the limit, and then the sword flashed, awe-inspiring.
Cut it off!
Broken stars!
Destroy!
This sword was too fast. In the space, the sword, which was blessed by the power of Ling Tian's tyrannical sword domain, almost tore apart the surrounding formations. The afterimage of the will on the opposite side was about to surge in momentum.
The Long Yuan Sword has already been chopped down.
puff!
With a muffled sound, the remnant image of the will was directly destroyed by the sword light and disintegrated into a ball of extremely pure energy.
On the jade platform, the brilliant jade slip also flew down.
Ling Tian held it in his hand and did not look at it.
This jade slip can only be read once, and then it will collapse.
Although the Nine Heavens Sword Scripture ranks among the quasi-immortal swordsmanship, it cannot be compared with the Supreme Swordsmanship, so Ling Tian has no intention of learning it.
It will be excellent if this swordsmanship is left to those who can use it in the future.
After putting away the jade slips, Ling Tian walked directly across the platform and walked behind the eighth-story building.
When Ling Tian's figure appeared behind the eighth floor, on the stone steps leading to the last floor, Wen Luohan, who was waiting below the eighth floor, suddenly widened his eyes.
Among them, there is a look of incredible surprise.
"You, you passed?!"
Wen Luohan stood there stunned, completely unable to believe his eyes.
How long has it taken for Ling Tian to be able to defeat that terrifying afterimage of his will?