Chapter 1867 Transcendence

On the fourth floor of Fengjian Tower, five phantoms stand proudly, sword intent is shocking, and murderous aura is awe-inspiring.

Ling Xian's expression became solemn, and he did not dare to be careless.

Although the virtual shadow has no sense, with his fighting experience, he can completely defeat them one by one, but there is a premise.

He can survive a thousand moves under the siege of five phantoms.

If he persists, he has the possibility to break it. If he can't persist, he can only be blasted out of the Sword Sealing Pagoda.

Therefore, Ling Xian condensed a wind sword in each of his hands, fighting against five phantoms in a defensive posture.

Brush brush!

The sword intent is vertical and horizontal, the sharp edge is exposed, and the five phantoms form an airtight attack net.

This made Ling Xian fall into a hard fight. Although he could resist with two swords, the sharpness of the sword intent still left scars on his body.

His clothes were torn and blood was gushing out. It took only a moment for him to appear a little embarrassed, but it was only some skin injuries, and it was not a big problem.

"It's coming soon, with a few hundred more moves, we can see the flaws."

Ling Xianxing narrowed her eyes, her swords were on the defensive, resisting the stormy attack.

Time passed bit by bit, and half an hour later, he was covered in bruises, and his clothes were dyed red.

However, the results are also gratifying. After fighting with the virtual shadow for more than a thousand tricks, he finally saw the flaw.

"It's my turn."

The corners of his mouth were raised, Ling Xian's double swords came together, and the sword intent of the wind broke out in an all-round way!

boom!

The sword intent was vertical and horizontal, splitting the ground and opening the sky. Although the five phantoms were not scattered, they were almost disintegrated.

In the next instant, Ling Xian appeared ghostly behind the two phantoms, and stabbed them with double swords, destroying them.

Immediately afterwards, the two swords turned into invisible winds, covering the remaining three phantoms.

Brush brush!

The sword energy is vertical and horizontal, and the three phantoms have no resistance and completely dissipated.

"it is finally over…"

Ling Xian let out a long breath and relaxed.

The fourth layer is really difficult, or in other words, every previous layer is not easy.

Although the phantom has no sense, it is not an easy thing to find out the flaws, and you have to survive hundreds of tricks.

And in the case of outnumbered enemies, how many people can insist on a hundred moves, or even thousands of moves?

"It's no wonder that even the geniuses like Jian Twelve have stopped at the fourth floor. It's really not easy." Ling Xian sighed with emotion, and then smiled.

He got through the fourth floor, doesn't that mean that he surpassed Sword Twelve?

"We've reached this point, try to pass the fifth floor and get the Sword Sealing Stone."

Looking at the stairs leading to the fifth floor, Ling Xian's eyes flashed with anticipation, but he did not hold out much hope.

The old man has already said that the opponent on the fifth floor of Fengjian Pagoda is himself, that is to say, only by surpassing himself can we win.

If he could use all his strength, Ling Xian would have some confidence, but if he could only use the Sword Intent of the Wind, he was not sure.

"Let's go and have a look."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, pocketed the top-grade sword quenching stone, and then stepped up to the fifth floor.

Immediately, a ray of divine light enveloped him, and then, a figure indistinguishable from him appeared, with a celestial temperament and an extraordinary aura.

"It really is me..."

Ling Xianxing narrowed her eyes, condensed the wind sword in her right hand, and Xu Ying made the same action.

"I am the most difficult to surpass. Even if I persist in undefeated, I cannot win."

"Only by making a breakthrough in an instant can it be suppressed."

Ling Xian slowly shook his head, knowing that he could not win, so he simply stopped taking action, and floated away from the Fengjian Tower.

…

When the fourth floor of Fengjian Pagoda lit up, everyone present was shocked, and then they fixed their eyes on the fifth floor.

Sword Twelve is no exception.

If the fifth floor lights up, it means that Ling Xian has surpassed him. Therefore, he is rarely nervous and does not want the fifth floor of Fengjian Pagoda to light up.

Unfortunately, he was disappointed.

Bright rays of light bloom from the fifth floor, representing Ling Xian passing through the fourth floor and surpassing Sword Twelve!

This made everyone present shocked and stunned.

Sword Twelve is the same.

He was sitting cross-legged like a mountain, but now he stood up with a 'jump', his face full of shock.

"It actually got through the fourth floor, it's too powerful."

"Unbelievable, you must know that even Jian Twelve has stopped at the fourth floor. He is the strongest descendant of Jianzong's generation!"

"What is the origin of this person? You must know that many well-known kendo people can't pass the fourth floor. He actually did it. This is too strong."

The crowd exclaimed and shook.

It is amazing to get through the fourth floor, and it is even more shocking when it is set off by Sword Twelve.

"Actually got through the fourth floor..."

Sword Twelve clenched his hands tightly, both unwilling and bitter.

He knew that he had become a foil, making Ling Xian stronger and more amazing!

"I didn't expect that the person who would be embarrassed would be Jian Twelve..."

An old man sighed, keeping everyone silent.

Although Ling Xian and Jian Twelve were not in a hostile relationship, they didn't even say a word, but it was a coincidence that one was in the front and the other was behind, and everyone would inevitably compare.

Therefore, when Ling Xian entered the Fengjian Pagoda, everyone said that he was unwise, thinking that he would bring out the strength of Sword Twelve.

It's just that no one thought that the final result would be Sword Twelve as a foil!

At this moment, a ray of light flashed, and after dissipating, Ling Xian's figure was revealed.

His clothes were torn, covered in blood, and he looked quite embarrassed.

But in the eyes of everyone, this is not a manifestation of embarrassment, but a symbol of power!

Just because, he not only got through the fourth floor, but also surpassed Sword Twelve!

Therefore, everyone showed respect, just like facing a kendo master, awe from the heart.

"Unfortunately, I failed to pass the fifth floor and get the Sword Sealing Stone."

Ling Xian's eyes showed regret, but after thinking about it, she was relieved.

The fifth floor of the Fengjian Pagoda is too difficult. Even if the opponent is himself, even the amazingly talented Jiujian old man may not be able to win.

What's more, he has already gained enough, four top-grade sword quenching stones, enough to increase the power of the sword by 30%!

"The total value of the four top-quality sword quenching stones exceeds 100 million yuan, and what I paid for was only 1 million spiritual stones, which is a great deal."

Ling Xian smiled in satisfaction, then took a big step and entered the Fengjian Tower again.

This made everyone stunned, and after that, the expression became a little weird.

"Young master is very talented, and you can actually get through the fourth floor. I admire it."

The old man sighed with emotion, showing a bit of distress.

"Overrated."

Ling Xian smiled lightly, then threw out a million spirit stones and said, "Get out of the way, I want to enter the Fengjian Tower again."

"Master, there are regulations in Fengjian Pagoda. Those who pass through the first floor will not be allowed to enter again in March." The old man laughed and guessed Ling Xian's plan.

"Then how long will it take me to enter the fourth floor?" Ling Xianjian frowned.

"Three years." The old man smiled like an old fox.

"The profiteer, the profiteer, is indeed right."

Ling Xian glanced at the old man indifferently, and knew that Fengjian Pagoda would not give away the sword quenching stone in vain.

"Hey, I'm just complimenting me as a son." The old man smiled.

"Wait, I'll come back in three years, and then I'll seal the sword stone."

With a faint smile, Ling Xian turned around and left the tower, and then saw a sword.

A sword with no killing intent, but a peerless edge.