Chapter 146

Su Moyu finished, took the ghost sword Styx River in his hand, and then waved it forward to launch the sword raising skill of spirit sword formula.

For a moment, the sword sounded like a dragon.

Then, most of the weapons on the first floor of the Nine Emperor tower responded with loud or small howls, which even suppressed countless cries of killing.

Su Moyu took a deep breath and picked up the sword in his hand. Countless swords broke away from his master's hand and jumped into the sky.

"What's the matter?" someone exclaimed, but no one could answer.

More than 38000 people took off their weapons in the field, and the other half either had strong self-cultivation and forcibly suppressed the agitation of weapons, or was far away from Su Moyu.

But even so, there are nearly ten thousand swords in the sky at the moment.

In the next moment, thousands of swords, after circling in the air for several weeks, rushed in the same direction.

That feeling is like a sword, wind and rain.

Under everyone's attention, Su Moyu jumped up high, raised his sword, collected the wind, sword and rain in one place, and then turned it into a piece of fly ash.

At the same time, the ghost sword Styx river suddenly released a golden light, and the shining Su Moyu narrowed his eyes.

The ghost sword, the river Styx, was badly damaged by xuanjianzong in World War I and was broken in two.

Fortunately, Su Moyu got the inheritance of the spirit sword flow. In Yunjing, he repaired the broken sword as before by using the thousands of weapons hidden by the Marquis of Yongshan.

A few days ago, Su Moyu used it to absorb the sickle of the sickle ghost. The ghost sword Styx river has already reached the peak of level 8 of lingpin. It's only a little short of breaking into level 9.

The nearly ten thousand swords just now, although each one is ordinary, the victory lies in the huge number.

After the Styx River refined and absorbed all of them, it finally broke into the Ninth level of spiritual products!

Together, Su Moyu's self-cultivation realm also jumped to a small step and stood firmly in the realm of harmony and closure.

Su Moyu was stunned for a while before he realized what had happened.

At this time, the crowd gathered around Su Moyu. They all stopped and looked at him angrily.

Su Moyu smiled and took back his sword and glanced at the people: "if you can't even hold your weapons, what martial arts competition will you participate in? Those who have been robbed of weapons by me had better quit now and save their lives. I'm also good for you!"

He said, without looking back, he walked towards the stairway leading to the second time.

The scene just now was too shocking. Although the Wufu who had been robbed of weapons hated Su Moyu, he thought he had no strength to revenge, so he had to make way for him to pass.

After su Moyu climbed the steps, the people immediately scuffled together again.

Looking at this scene, Su Moyu sighed and said, "good advice is hard to persuade the damn ghost. Just fight."

Then he took a deep breath and shouted, "I'll wait for you on the second floor!"

He said these words to ya'er. He knew that with the strength of those people, it was very simple to break through this round and climb to the second floor, so he made a sound and informed them.

But this sounds like provocation to outsiders.

For a moment, abuse came one after another, but Su Moyu was confused.

Everything that happened on the first floor of Jiuhuang tower was transformed into images and sounds by Bailong city with a special array, and spread to the martial arts viewing platform outside the tower.

From the flying of thousands of swords to the "arrogance" of the last building, they all fell into the eyes of the spectators.

"What's the origin of this boy? So arrogant?"

"Arrogance? Don't you see other people's ability? Even if they are arrogant, they also have arrogant capital!"

"I didn't expect such a strong player to participate in this martial arts competition. I think his ability is not much worse than ordinary inner city disciples."

"I don't think so. Which inner city disciple can make such a big battle? In my opinion... Maybe this boy has reached the cultivation level of divine general."

"Don't talk nonsense. Which of the three gods in Bailong city is not a top expert? I don't think he is old enough. How can he reach that level?"

"Haven't you heard what people say? The age of the practitioner has little to do with his appearance. When you look at him, he may be over a hundred years old."

"Anyway, he can't beat the divine general."

"Anyway, the number one in this year's martial arts competition can compete with Lord Hai Qingzhou. I think the number one in this competition is 90% of this boy's. whether he can beat the divine general will be clear at that time!"

“……”

While everyone was talking, the white stars sitting in the corner of the first row of the martial arts platform had a gloomy face.

"This boy... When did he learn such a strange skill? It's only a long time since he left xuanjianzong. It seems that in order to be safe, he must get rid of it as soon as possible!"

Thinking like this, he had made a plan in his heart, and then continued to sit aside and watch the war silently.

In the other corner, a maid looked up at Su Moyu's face with a look of panic in her eyes.

"It's him! It's him! I have to tell the Marquis that his enemy is coming!" then she ran away from the martial arts viewing platform like crazy.

Nine kings tower.

After submitting the robbed famous brand, Su Moyu successfully boarded the second floor.

He was the first of more than 38000 players in the whole martial arts competition to climb the second floor.

But before he could stand firm, someone behind him shouted, "little brother, you were so handsome just now!"

Su Moyu looked back and saw that the twig was holding a pile of famous brands and went up to the second floor.

"Why did you rob so much?" Su Moyu was speechless.

"I wanted to grab one, but after I grabbed one, I thought it was fun, so I grabbed more." twig said with a smile.

Su Moyu shook his head and just wanted to say something about her, but when the stairs rang, ya'er went upstairs with a thicker pile of famous brands.

"Why are you so playful?" Su Moyu wiped the sweat on his head.

"They are in the way." ya'er said innocently.

"OK... You two are cruel!" Su Moyu was completely speechless.

As time went on, more and more people climbed the second floor of the Jiuhuang tower.

As Su Moyu expected, all seven of them, including uncle Yan, passed the first round of selection without fear or risk.

But at this moment, uncle Yan's face was still not happy at all.

Su Moyu knew what he was thinking, so he comforted him and said, "senior, since that man has the blood of the king, it is naturally impossible to eliminate him in the first round. When the people on the second floor are all together, you should find it again."

Hearing what he said, uncle Yan sighed and said, "it can only be so."

There are more and more people on the second floor of the Jiuhuang tower, which means that more and more people are eliminated on the first floor.

When the last qualified person broke through the encirclement and suppression and killed the second floor, the whole floor immediately fell into a dead silence.

Some of these remaining eliminators were only robbed of famous brands, while others were injured in different degrees in the scuffle.

Some people even died in the chaos. Everyone in the field lowered their heads and immersed in the atmosphere of back and loss.

Just then, someone suddenly exclaimed, "look over there, what's going on?"

(office bird... I'll prepare for it. It's three o'clock a day from the first of next month.)