"It's not as exaggerated as you think. Most of the 7000 ancient warriors have the same sword meaning. You just need to deal with the strongest one." Said the man.

"Well, about how many?" Ling Chuxi relaxed a little and then asked. Well, the heart of ten thousand grass mud horses reduced to nine thousand grass mud horses whistling by. In fact, I still want to say grass mud horse to this man!

"Is this an important question?" The man said faintly.

Ling Chuxi grinned bitterly. This problem is really not important. No matter how many of the strongest warriors are, they have to face them one by one. Anyway, as long as she resisted, she could pass the test. She became more and more weak in her mental strength for thousands of years. Her eyes were as heavy as lead. Ling Chuxi even had the idea of giving up, but she knew that she could never give up. This is not a dream. Once she gives up, her soul will be destroyed by the sword left by the ancient strong.

She can only insist on gripping her teeth. Every time she breaks a sword, she is one step closer to passing the test.

Even Ling Chuxi couldn't remember how many swords he had defeated. He felt more and more tired and weak.

……

Finally, as another sword light disappeared like a burst Silver Star, everything was over, and there was nothing left in front of me.

Ling Chuxi also reached the limit, as if all the energy has been drained in general, eyes closed, fell on the ground.

The sea of spirit has been completely exhausted, to the verge of collapse, but at this time, a clear spring poured into the sea of spirit, and the already hazy divine consciousness has gradually become clear.

Is this a test?

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