Chapter 500

With the current strength of white night, it is not difficult to wield three swords with the dead dragon. If you try your best, you can make four swords.

But this person with the absolute strength, actually is hard to connect a dead dragon, let white night shock incomparably.

This time, he remembered the words of the ancestors of the Vientiane Sect on the previous floors. Although the dead dragon is strong, it is not an invincible sword. At first, I didn't understand it in the white night. Now it suddenly occurred to me that there was a killer of the dead dragon sword in this small illusory realm.

However, even if the dead dragon sword is restrained, the white night is not afraid.

He knew that when he came here, he relied not only on the sword of the dead dragon, but also on the defeat of the dead dragon.

The general trend of the white night dispersed again, carrying the power of the soul emperor, pressing toward the fire man.

But the fireman remained motionless and ignored.

He rushed with his sword, the boundless sword rolled the blood wind, like a fierce wild beast, devouring it.

However, the fireman raised his hand, and a wall of fire quickly appeared in front of him. His sword hit the wall of fire and exploded violently. He was shot directly in the daytime.

"You are defeated!"

The body of the fire man explodes and rushes to the white night.

The white night bit his teeth and tried his best to swing out the dead dragon sword of the other hand.

Whoa.

The sword power that destroys the withered and decayed blooms again.

But.

The Dragon burning blood on the fire man seemed to be stimulated, and then burst into a big mouth, swallowing the sword force, just like before.

The power of the dead dragon sword, which can destroy everything, is like hitting cotton. The terrible power disappears without a trace.

White night quickly put the sword into the scabbard, his left palm was scalded again, and his bones were heavy.

He held on to the boundless sword and held his body. He breathed heavily. As soon as his sweat came down, he evaporated, and his breath of "broken moon jade" twinkled.

At this moment, white night finally understood the horror of the eleventh floor.

First of all, it is impossible for this person to win. Secondly, challengers also have time limits. The "moon breaking jade" can not exist all the time. Once the "broken moon jade" disappears, it is impossible for him to support the terrible heat released by the other party.

The eleventh floor... It's too hard.

The flaming man looked at him indifferently, and a little doubt flashed through the pupil of the flaming flame. When he gasped in the white night, he had already stood in front of the white night, holding his hands in the air, and a sword completely condensed by the flame appeared and butted on the shoulder of the white night.

White night took a deep breath and put the limitless sword into the scabbard.

"I lost."

The fireman scattered the sword in his hand and turned around.

"I asked you before. You said that you were cultivating your soul for yourself. Then you knew that you could not defeat me. Why did you continue to fight with me? If you're really for yourself, aren't you afraid I'll kill you? "

White night, a faint smile: "a person who can even die Dragon Sword next, I really can't imagine what kind of cultivation such existence is. Maybe it's the legendary emperor. You are quite different from those predecessors before. You are such a master. It's a rare chance to fight with you. How can I miss it? What's more, you are the predecessor of the Vientiane gate. It's rare in history that you can enter the 11th floor, so you won't kill me easily. I did say that I cultivate my soul for my own sake, but I didn't say that I was doing it for my own benefit. The purpose of my soul cultivation is to do everything for me. "

"Everything?"

"For example, my friends, relatives, lovers, classmates and so on, these are, of course, my original intention."

He looked at the gate at the other end of the fire and shook his head: "although the dead dragon sword can't defeat you, it doesn't mean that I can't defeat you. If I give up because of the failure of the dead dragon sword, isn't it because of the dead dragon sword that I've come to this place in the daytime? What's the meaning of my efforts? So I need to fight, I have to fight, even if I lose, because I know that my strength is not because of the dead dragon sword, but because of my cultivation, my soul, my mood, my efforts, my blood and sweat, and my principles! "

He said with a sonorous voice.

This remark, rippling in the 11 floor area.

The fireman turned his back to him and was completely silent.

There was no fear on his face in the white night. His voice fell down, he clasped his fist and turned to leave.

"Congratulations, you're on the twelfth floor."

In the white night is about to step out of the small virtual fantasy, the fire man suddenly opened up.

White night slightly a Leng, turn head strange looking at him.

"I've lost."

"I know."

"Then why do you count me to win?"

"I don't count on you winning, I just count on you passing my test." The fireman turns around and smiles faintly.

"What does that mean?"

The white night was foggy.

"You can't defeat me. Don't say it's you. Even the real emperor can't easily defeat me."

The fireman sat down and waved his hand. The sea of fire in front of the white night immediately split and a broad road appeared.Can't even the great emperor defeat him easily? Is this person so powerful?

"My test is not to test your force, but to your mood. This last level is to test people's will and test the soul's choice in the face of absolute force! Do you choose to surrender or lose? If you surrender voluntarily, you will naturally lose, and you need to leave the illusion of small void. If you are defeated, what is the reason? If the answer is not to my liking, I must leave. "

The fire man turned his head and looked at the white night faintly: "but you boy's words, let me quite touch, I allow you to have that chance! The opportunity of the twelfth level is very important. If you are not strong in mind, you will not be able to pass it on. Therefore, this level tests your will. "

Hearing the sound in the white night, I think deeply.

Will? What is the chance of the 12th floor? Can we say that the test of this small virtual fantasy is all for the chance of the 12th floor?

What is the chance of the twelfth floor?

"I see. I've been taught."

"Boy, get up there."

The fireman waved.

The white night took a deep breath and walked.

In the middle of the journey, the man suddenly stopped and asked.

"Dare to ask the elder... What is the present state?"

The fire man light smile: "go up, you will know."

Hearing the sound of the white night, no longer hesitating, walked towards the gate.

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outside the city of Taiji, all eyes were fixed on the stone tablet, and everyone could not move their eyes.

Yexun stands in front of the tombstone, breathing fast. He can't hear other people talking to him.

"Besides the red man, who else is up there, and who is on the top?"

Zhu Xiang looked anxious and asked the people on both sides.

"Home Lord, listen to the red adult who came out to say... The one who is still on the top is... Master Bai!" A bodyguard nearby said nervously.

"Master Bai? White... White night? " Zhu Xiang's voice trembled.

"Yes..."

the guard said.

Next to Zhu Yan and Zhu Tianming suddenly body tremble, face hanging incredible.

Zhu Tianming, in particular, almost fell off his horse.

"Big brother Bai..." Zhu Yan had a bitter smile, and her expression was full of sadness.

"Eleven floors!! Master Bai stepped into the 11th floor!! If it didn't happen at the beginning, we... We... "The housekeeper of Zhumen opened his mouth and couldn't say the next words.

Zhu Xiang knew what the old housekeeper was going to say, and he repeatedly beat his chest with regret. He glared at Zhu Tianming, and his heart was already full of remorse.

If it doesn't happen to Zhu Tianming, with Zhu Yan, the relationship between Zhu's family and Bai Ye is not close, at least they are friends. With the prestige created by Bai Ye, the Zhu family will be able to climb to the top of Taiji city!

"Dawn!! You let Zhu family miss a real dragon Zhu Xiang was annoyed.

Zhu Tianming was pale and ashamed.

The big families around him also know about the white night and the Zhu family, and deliberately estranged from it, and many people have already gone to duya, Leng yourong and others, and they are close to each other.

At this time, the mark of the eleventh floor went down again.

People's breath stopped with the dim imprint and locked on the stone tablet.

"Should... Be coming out?" Somebody's talking.

But no one answered him.

Before all sorts of, already let most people dare not draw a conclusion easily again.

Yexun's hands were clenched tightly.

Leng yourong also stares at the tombstone, secretly pinching sweat.

Even the number one scholar of the Vientiane gate stopped writing at the moment. The whole portrait was a stone sculpture, and he was so absorbed in the stone tablet that he almost forgot himself.

Finally.

The mark of the 12th floor is bright, and then the whole stone tablet is shining with gold.

In an instant, the crowd screamed.

"We're on the twelfth floor!"

Someone burst out.

The whole Taiji city is boiling.

Countless people are jubilant, countless people are dancing, but more is gnashing teeth, secretly guessing, countless individuals, countless expressions.

And outside the crowd.

"What's going on?"

Fu mercilessly frowned and looked at the excited crowd around him.

"It's said that the 12th floor of Xiaoxu dreamland has been broken through, and all the tests of Xiaoxu dreamland have passed. These people are probably happy for those who have passed." Lin said with a smile.

"They didn't pass it. Why are they so happy?" Huan Shi Ying hummed.

"We are not people here. Naturally, we don't know what the meaning of Xiaoxu dreamland is to this Taiji city." Zixiao gave a slight smile: "well, everyone, there are many people here. In addition, the illusory realm of Xiaoxu is coming to an end. The crowd should disperse temporarily. By then, we must find a tea house, sit down for a cup of tea, wait for the Taiji martial arts gathering, and then wait for the opportunity to find a teacher. How about that?""Good!"

Everyone nodded and agreed.

"I know a nice teahouse."

"This time, I'd like to have a taste of the difference between the tea in the soul land and our Qingge continent."

The voice blood month smile.

"It must have all kinds of taste." Feng Qingyu shakes the folding fan and says with a smile.

The snake leads the way, and the crowd follows.

But at this time, several men in black Sword Clothing came over.

They are equipped with long swords on their waists. The body of the sword is very long. Even if they are one meter eight or nine meters tall, the body of the sword is about to drag to the ground. These people look cold and fierce. When they step forward, they are directly in front of Yin XueYue and Lin Zhengtian.

Prajna sees this and quickly hides behind Huan Shiying.

"What can I do for you?" Make a cursory bow.

"Our young master hopes to invite some young ladies to have a drink, and invite them to come with us."

Several people sink.

The faces of the people changed slightly.

"Who is your young master?" The snake asked.

"Don't be so wordy. Come with us, or we'll be rude."

One of them said impatiently.

Seeing this, the spirits around him quickly retreated and walked away like a god avoiding pestilence.

It seems that the comers are not good.

Feng Qingyu and Lin Zhengtian exchange eyes in secret.

However, seeing the snake coming forward, he made a ceremony again, and said, "please show your identity. We are from the dragon family of Longcheng. We come to Taiji city for the grace of a great master. If you know me, I will be with you..."

but before that, the man suddenly raised his hand and slapped the snake in the face Go ahead.

Bang!

There was a clear sound.

The snake retreated again and again, almost standing unsteadily. There were five fiery red palm prints on that white face, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

"Snake sister!"

"Pester the girl!"

The crowd rushed up.

Lin Zhengtian, Zixiao and fengqingyu immediately come forward and draw their swords in anger.

The swordsmen did not show weakness, but went straight out and surrounded them.

"I'll give you a face. Don't you want to face? Do you want me to repeat that? Go with us now, or I will destroy your spirit and tie you back

The man's voice was like a tiger, which made people tremble.

This strength, can not it be the people of Yang soul state?

Lin Zhengtian was shocked.

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