Chapter 168

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The taste of death is unforgettable. Countless religious leaders who have entered the sword tower can't bear the destruction of this psychological spirit and become crazy.

The sword tower has several layers, and the first layer is called "alone blocking thousands of troops".

Thousands of killing cavalry who return from killing to hell crush everything.

The terrible shadow of the knife surged like a tide and filled every corner of the world.

A figure dressed in white swam in the shadow of the knife like a breeze, and sometimes the scarlet blood column was dazzling.

The sword eyebrow was slightly twisted. Su Bai didn't know how long he had entered the sword tower, and he didn't remember how many times he had died.

At the moment when the terrible sword swept across Su Bai's mind, there were countless ways to dodge. He stepped like a stroll in the court and avoided the huge sword in the most palpitating way. The long sword in his hand suddenly raised a bright sword rainbow, which was like a swimming dragon.

Poof!

The war horse in the front was immediately overturned. Su was defeated, drew his sword and habitually rushed into the army.

Su Bai didn't know how many iron cavalry there were. They were like a torrent and could not be killed. Under the oppression of these iron cavalry, the proficiency of both body method and sword skill soared wildly, especially the sword stabbing method and wind melting body method. Su Bai had a natural charm when he raised his hands and feet. He started the sword and took out the sword at one go.

"The sword tower has several floors. If you want to enter the second floor, I'm afraid you'll kill all the iron cavalry on this floor."

"I went into the sword tower and produced swords no less than tens of thousands of times. I was estimated to have died hundreds of times, and I didn't kill all the iron cavalry."

While wandering, Su Bai looked at the galloping blood torrent, lifted his sword, and swept away like a rainbow, just like a robot. Until the end, Su Bai was even numb to the pain brought by death. The only idea in his mind now was to play the sword and dodge crazily.

Outside the sword tower, the wind and snow fell rapidly and spread all over the cold ground.

Countless figures stood in front of the sword tower, like stone statues, and their eyes gathered on the ferocious sword tower.

"I don't know if the younger martial brother Su Bai can withstand the devastation of death." Ximen asked to get drunk, his hands could not help holding together, and a trace of anxiety appeared in the corners of his eyes. He once entered the sword tower. The pain and the shadow of death are still fresh in his memory. Even late at night, he was awakened by a nightmare.

"Younger martial brother Su Bai's strength is OK, but after all, he hasn't experienced too much blood, and I'm afraid he won't last too long." Luo Feng stood in the front, slightly pursed his cold lips, and looked at the sword tower with some gloomy eyes. Maybe he really has the strength to impact the ranking of the sword Pavilion, but the sword tower is not as simple as testing strength, and even testing a person's perseverance.

"Haven't experienced too much blood?" the scholar's eyes dropped slightly, and the corners of his mouth raised a touch of sarcastic radian. He would not think that a madman who could stay in the law enforcement tower for several months would have never experienced the so-called bloody. He raised his head and glanced at Luo Feng and his party: "this guy is Luo Feng who was defeated by the leader's sword? Tut Tut, it's really stupid."

Creak!

In the dead wind and snow, a faint low impact sound came up slowly.

The tightly closed sword tower opened slowly again, and several hasty and disordered footsteps began to rise. After half a ring, several young people soaked with sweat appeared. Their pale face was full of panic and struggle. Their eyes were godless and they walked out of the sword tower like walking corpses.

The old man opened his eyes slightly and looked at these disciples numbly. For only a few hours, these disciples of Yuheng Pavilion and Tianquan Pavilion could not support them.

The appearance of these figures immediately attracted the attention of countless people. Ximen qiuzui and others stood on tiptoe. When they didn't see Su Bai's figure, Ximen qiuzui's face was just like a relieved smile. This new disciple named Su Bai was still capable of supporting in the sword tower for several hours.

"It's the disciple of Yuheng Pavilion and Tianquan Pavilion." Lin Jinxuan's mouth was filled with a slight smile.

The scholar raised his straw hat and glanced at the disciples in the corner of his eyes. He was a little surprised. He had a deep understanding of Su Bai's strength. However, compared with Su Bai's strength, the scholar admired Su Bai's psychological endurance. Therefore, at the beginning, the scholar knew that Su Bai would never get out of the tower so soon, but he didn't expect that Ang Lee and Li Mengjiao could support up to now. It was just some accident.

"Sure enough, I have some strength, otherwise I wouldn't dare to bet with the leader so confidently." the scholar turned his head and looked at the towering stone sword in the distance. The light curtain on it hasn't changed, that is to say, these disciples failed to attack the sword Pavilion ranking this time: "I don't know how many leaders can hit the first place? But with the strength of leaders, they should be able to hit the top 490."

There was no sound except the heavy breathing of these disciples outside the sword tower, and time passed silently. It was not until the wind and snow stopped suddenly and the sun tore up the clouds that the sword tower opened again, and several figures came out again. Ang Lee walked out of the sword tower without God, and his face was pale without a trace of blood. Even if he was separated from the scene like hell, when Li The deafening sound of gold and iron horses reverberated around Ann's ear. When she walked, her legs trembled and felt light.

It was not until he fell down and crashed into the snow that Ang Lee raised his head. Looking at the sunlight projected from above, Ang Lee breathed out his breath, his face filled with lingering fear for the rest of his life, and his eyes instantly looked at the standing stone sword. When Ang Lee saw his name on the stone sword at the bottom, a smile could no longer suppress: "496."

"Ang Lee, a disciple of Yuheng Pavilion, successfully ranked the sword Pavilion. At present, he ranks 496."

"Tut Tut, I made three bets on Ang Lee."

At the moment when the ranking of the sword Pavilion changed, several startling voices immediately appeared in the crowd.

This surprised voice made Ang Lee proudly raise the corners of his mouth, "Su lost, I'm sure to win."

At the same time, Yu Guang from the corner of Ang Lee's eyes quickly looked at the other stone swords. When he didn't see Su Bai's name, Ang Lee's smile was more prosperous. However, when he didn't see Su Bai among the disciples who came out of the tower, his smile suddenly solidified and his eyebrows wrinkled: "he hasn't come out yet?"

"The willpower is good. It can last so long."

"However, his strength is poor, and he only dies several times in the sword tower." Ang Lee's lips moved and comforted himself.

"Four hundred and ninety-one." the scholar's mouth was filled with sarcasm. Ang Lee was arrogant with these skills. He looked at Lin Jinxuan's soft side face and smiled. This guy is destined to make a fool of elder martial sister Jinxuan. It's bad to step on anyone. He has to step on the leader to die.

The afterglow of the sunset shines leisurely on the sky, and the thick clouds are rarely rendered with a halo. One after another, there are figures walking out of the sword tower. Li Mengjiao's strength is obviously a little better than Ang Lee, ranking 495. Until nightfall, most people who entered the sword tower had left the tower, leaving only some Tianshu Pavilion disciples and several leaders, including Su Bai.

"For nearly four hours, tut Tut, the younger martial brother of Su Bai hasn't come out yet. It seems that Su Bai's impact on the ranking of the sword Pavilion should be no problem." Ximen begged to be drunk and smiled.

"Elder martial brother Ximen has a unique insight. Younger martial brother Su Bai can support for so long. His ranking should be very advanced."

"As long as younger martial brother Su Bai can rush to the top 495, we will make a lot of money."

The disciples who had previously questioned Su Bai came out one after another with a light smile, and their eyes were full of unspeakable joy. They didn't expect Su Bai to last so long. Their psychological endurance was comparable to that of the demons in Tianshu Pavilion.

Listening to these people's praise for Su Bai, Luo Feng's face was a little gloomy. He had to admit that the former's performance was really unexpected. "What's great? MOTU leader is still in the sword tower. Compared with the first floor alone blocking thousands of troops, MOTU leader stayed in the cave of beasts on the third floor for four hours." when he thought of MOTU's impact on the top 100 success, The gloom in Luo Feng's eyes just eased: "once leader MOTU rushes into the top 100, gets a reward, hits the bottleneck of condensate seven times again, and steps on condensate eight times, that's when Su defeated you."

"Hum, I want you to spit out all the contribution points you have taken from me." Luo Feng sneered.

Ang Lee's eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake, and his face was gloomy and terrible. Once the sword tower moved, his head instinctively raised his head and looked at it unexpectedly. When he didn't see Su Bai's figure, his face was even more gloomy. If the previous impact to 495 brought great confidence to Ang Lee, but this confidence disappeared with the loss of time: "he hasn't appeared yet."

"Brother, calm down." Li Mengjiao frowned slightly and whispered, "even if he stayed in the sword tower for a long time, it's not surprising that he won more points. Maybe he didn't confront the death cavalry when he entered the sword tower, but chose to run for his life."

"Although there is such a possibility, I just can't suppress the uneasiness in my heart." Ang Lee clenched his hands as if he had made a decision and walked to the sword tower again. "Do you want to fight your will? How can I lose to you, the new weak chicken."

"Eh! Ang Lee, a disciple of Yuheng Pavilion, unexpectedly entered the sword tower again."

As soon as Ang Lee walked to the sword tower, he attracted everyone's attention. The scholar shook his head slightly and sneered: "finally he began to panic. But it's a shame to want to fight willpower with that madman."

The dim lights flickered among the Langya pavilions. A pile of fire had been set up on the snow in front of the sword tower. Ximen qiuzui and others gathered together. They looked at the sword tower with some shock, especially Ximen qiuzui, with an incredible look on their face. Grandma, it has been six hours, and Su Bai hasn't appeared yet. Even several disciples of Tianshu Pavilion couldn't bear it. This guy didn't move at all.

Creak!

In the dark sword tower, Ang Lee walked out again, his eyes blood red and full of blood.

Li Mengjiao immediately greeted him: "brother."

Ang Lee didn't seem to hear Li Mengjiao's call, and walked forward with godless eyes.

Until Li Mengjiao held Ang Lee, Ang Lee's lax eyes showed a trace of Qingming. He looked at the crowd and frowned deeper: "he hasn't come out yet?"

"No." Li Mengjiao frowned.

"How is this possible? How long is it from the tower?" Ang Lee said hoarsely.

"Six hours." Li Mengjiao said with a strange look in her eyes.

"In six hours, he could last so long." Ang Lee's teeth clenched his lips. After a short rest, Ang Lee got up again and walked towards the sword tower. Su Bai's stay in the sword tower was like a huge stone pressing on Ang Lee's heart, which made Ang Lee uneasy.

"Brother, don't go into the sword tower." Li Mengjiao dissuaded: "your spirit is on the verge of collapse. I'm afraid you can't bear it again."

"His new disciples can bear it, and so can I. Ang Lee." Ang Lee glanced at Lin Jinxuan's soft jade face and bited his teeth into the sword tower again.

The slender eyelashes blinked slightly, and Lin Jinxuan shook her head helplessly.

Creak! Creak!

There was a sound of matches splashing over the open space. A few hours later, the closed sword tower opened again. Ang Lee walked out with a heavy step. The whole person seemed to be dozens of years old. His face and eyes had no luster, and his breath was very disordered. Li Mengjiao came up and looked at Ang Lee with some worry. After a long time, Ang Lee calmed down and said in a trembling tone, "has he come out yet?"

"No." Li Mengjiao said reluctantly.

Ang Lee's eyes were dark and he fainted directly