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The strange person laughed loudly and did not make a sound. His body moved slightly. After changing his position, he used his right hand to take out something that looked like a steel nail. The nails were shot out in four different directions, but they were not aimed at the seven men. The strange man knew that with their keen hearing and skill, the nails were struck without any pattern, some on the floor, some on the ceiling, and some through the gap between the two men. Once the nails were thrown out, the seven figures moved, each of the three figures heading towards the place where the nails were shot out. The nail was aimed in the direction of the three figures that had just filled the gap.

Three sharp nails flew towards the three figures, but in a blink of an eye, a powerful piercing power rushed over. One of them reacted first, his pupils contracted as he quickly retreated three meters away, using the tip of his steel staff to block the nails, only then was he able to stop himself.

At this moment, a voice sounded out, "Set up the formation, don't fall into his trap."

Seven figures suddenly rushed to their original position from all directions. He attempted to completely replenish the formation.

However, that strange person had already made his move. He was seizing this opportunity, how could he give up so easily? At this time, the formation was the weakest, if he didn't break through now, then it would be impossible to get out. In terms of power, these seven people were definitely among the best of the best in the martial arts world. Whether it was in terms of movement techniques, the calmness of facing the enemy, or the waves of hidden strength coming from the steel staff, they were all essential to a master. Thus, this breakthrough must succeed.

The seven figures had already returned to their original positions, but before they could stand still, they had already followed the strange person's movements. Naturally, this movement would cause the strange person to hesitate a little, and at this moment, the strange person roared loudly, his right fist was already at his waist, his left arm raised, actually forcibly resisting the attack of the steel staff. His right fist was instantly retracted, and instantly smashed into the chest of the person in front of him. What would it feel like to smash your fist against a person's chest? That person's body shook slightly as he spat out a mouthful of blood, and he immediately fell. The formation was broken, and a rare smile appeared on that strange person's face.

The strange man's body shook slightly, and then he quickly broke through again. His speed was so fast that the six figures behind him couldn't catch up to him in a short period of time, and when the strange man was about to reach the third floor of the Sword Pavilion and the six shadows couldn't catch up with him, the six figures suddenly stopped and stopped chasing.

No one was allowed to enter the third floor of the Sword Tower. This was a rule of the Sword Tower, a rule of the Sword City. Anyone who trespassed would be killed without pardon!

No one felt such a city rule.

The only people who had been to the third floor were the Old City Lord, the current City Lord, and the three old fellows from the Sword City.

However, even though the six figures couldn't catch up and stood in a row respectfully, it didn't mean that no one would stop them. Because there was still one more person.

A sword light suddenly lit up. It was a sword! The sword tip was not aimed at that person's throat, nor was it his heart. Similarly, it was not at any part of that strange person's body, and the place where the sword tip was pointed was a small hole similar to a keyhole. The sword tip was the key, what kind of key was that?

In the next moment, everyone understood.

The moment the tip of the sword pierced the keyhole, the mechanism was opened. The stairs to the third floor actually moved away from their original position, up the stairs to the third floor, and suddenly, thousands of holes appeared in the walls surrounding the stairs. From these holes, tens of thousands of poisonous arrows shot out.

The moment the strange man saw this, he was immediately shocked and no longer hesitated. He quickly used his right arm to shield his face, but the arrows struck his right arm and bounced off, but the strange man felt something was wrong, as if some strange liquid had touched the arrow, and when that liquid touched the strange man's iron armor, it would produce a strong corrosive force. Even the iron armor on the strange man's right arm had a small hole in it.

In a dilemma, he actually quickly removed the iron armor from his body, waving it to block off the continuously released poison arrows. His right foot was still rapidly moving towards the stairs, and with full speed, he covered his entire body with the iron armor, and when he was about to reach the gap in the wall, he forcefully threw the iron armor out, leaving only the arm guard in his hand. The iron coat made a sound as it forcibly inserted itself into the wall for about three inches, then the strange man flung his arm towards the wall, kicked on his right foot, and directly grabbed onto the iron armor on the wall.

These few flashes, the elegance of his movement, and the speed of his movements were all among the top experts.

Jian Fei, who had been hiding on the second floor and wanted to block the strange person, shook his head helplessly. Jian Fei was also not qualified to enter the third floor of the Sword Pavilion. He had no choice but to stay on the second floor of the Sword Pavilion, unable to do anything. He could only hope that the signal detonator could attract the three old fellows over, even if it was only one.

Just when Jian Fei was at his wit's end.

The strange person had already appeared on the third level of the Sword Tower in a flash. The third floor of the Sword Pavilion was just a small pavilion, and in the middle of the pavilion was a black box. Next to the box was a coffin, a brown coffin.

The strange person's attention was not on the coffin. His eyes were obviously on the long black box. The black box was naturally the godly sword.

If it was that easy to snatch the divine sword, then the sword would no longer have any value. The strange man carefully picked up a folding fan, the fan bone was made of fine steel, the fan leaves were made from the most precious of leaves. The fan leaf had been soaked in alcohol, and one could occasionally smell the fragrance of alcohol coming from the folding fan.