Destined Martial God Chapter 1035: Jianlou (two more)
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You Niufeng, the top!
"Get out!"
Yu Haoran's attitude and tone are still so domineering even when facing the powerhouse at the peak of the Ninth Stage Martial Arts.
"Dead!"
The skinny old man in Tsing Yi who also doesn't like nonsense, is because Haoran's scolding scroll has just spoken harmoniously, and his thin claw-like left hand directly grabs his Tian Ling Gai.
Move the law of quickness into the body, quickly avoiding the palm of the thin old man in Tsing Yi, after taking out the purple club, Yu Haoran took a deep breath.
"Turning the river down!"
The power of the ancestor witch’s body, combined with the stick method passed down by the Monkey Emperor, immediately made the purple stick resemble the death god’s sickle, and took the thin Tsing Yi old man’s head straight.
Feeling the power of the quasi-wuzun realm on the purple club that was attacked, the skinny old man in Tsing Yi knew that he had provoke a wicked genius like the sky, and he knew that he was definitely not Yu Haoran’s opponent.
So, he wanted to admit defeat.
But the stick method of the sudden acceleration of the attack, just before he opened his mouth, and the soft voice of surrendering defeat hadn't spoken, the purple club banged heavily on his head.
"Zi...!"
The powerhouse of the dignified martial sage at the peak of the Ninth-Rank realm, without even a stick technique, was directly bombarded into fleshy mud. The strength that Yu Haoran showed just now made everyone on the scene unable to help but take a breath. Cool air.
The powerful physical body can directly clamp the top-grade magic weapon of the emperor realm, and the initial cultivation base of the third grade of Wusheng can directly kill the powerhouse of the peak of the ninth grade.
At this moment, even if Yu Haoran does not take the initiative to introduce himself, everyone knows that his origins are extraordinary, most likely to be the enchanting children of the inheritance family that have existed for hundreds of thousands of years.
Since even the powerhouses of the dignified martial sage ninth rank are not the enemy of the young man in front of him, the dozens of powerhouses of the same cultivation level standing in front of the sword tower will of course not ask for death. road.
When Haoran cast his indifferent gaze, they immediately dodge the road and let Yu Haoran come to the sword building smoothly.
The sword tower erected on the top of Youniu Peak is only nine meters high, but it gives people a feeling of looking up.
The exquisite and clear platform allows people to see at a glance that the sword building has eighty-one floors, which correspond to the ninth and ninth grades of the martial arts realm.
Looking at the familiar sword tower in front of him, Yu Haoran's eyes showed a look of memories.
In his previous life, he had entered the sword tower three times, relying on his practice and knowledge in kendo, and finally reached the sixtieth floor, which is equivalent to the realm of the fourth rank of Wusheng.
Now, although his cultivation is far better than his previous life, he is not too sure whether he can pass the 60th floor.
After all, after reincarnation and rebirth, the desolation of swordsmanship made him gradually lose his grasp of the essence of swordsmanship.
Looking at the floor where the sword aura glowed in the sword building had just reached the thirteenth floor, Yu Haoran knew that it would take some time before the warrior who entered the sword building came out.
So, he intends to take advantage of this time to carefully recall the memory of the essence of swordsmanship in his previous life, and to see how many floors of the sword tower he can reach in the first time he has broken through.
However, before that, he still needs to occupy a place that can enter the sword tower.
There are four doors on the ground floor of the Jianlou, corresponding to the four areas of east, west, south, and north.
Among them, the east, west and north gates are the entrances to the sword tower, and the south gate is the exit of the sword tower.
At this moment, in front of the east, west, and north gates, three powerful men who looked like ants were sitting with their knees bent and crossed.
Yu Haoran knows that this is the effect of the rules.
Actually, the true height of the sword tower that seems to be no more than nine meters high has long exceeded ten thousand meters, but it was restricted by a special rule, which caused the sword tower to shrink to a height of nine meters.
Similarly, affected by the rules of compressing the height of the sword tower, all the martial artists close to the sword tower will automatically shrink, and eventually become like three strong men sitting cross-legged in front of the building.
Of course, this shrinkage is only a change in the eyes of the beholder, and for the warriors approaching and entering the sword tower, it doesn't feel the slightest.
Stepping towards the sword tower, Yu Haoran, who was gradually shrinking under the gaze of everyone, first came to the east gate.
This is a middle-aged strong man who is about fifty years old, dressed in a light blue sword robe, and has a long breath.
Just seeing the appearance of the middle-aged strong man in the sword robe, Yu Haoran turned and walked towards the north gate.
Because this middle-aged strong man in a sword robe is named Qian Shuhao. He is a casual cultivator who is proficient in kendo.
With his current strength, even with the secret method of overdrawing the blood of the Ancestral Witch, it is difficult to defeat the opponent, and he can only give up helplessly.
Hurry up to the north gate.
This is a handsome young man who is less than thirty years old. His dazzling star-light gown sets off his extraordinary origins.
Even when the eyes are closed and the breath is adjusted, there is still a faint smile on his face, giving people a gentle feeling of wanting to approach.
Sighed and shook his head, Yu Haoran stepped towards Simon.
The young man in the star shirt sitting at the north gate is named Liu Xing, nicknamed Meteor. He is from one of the seven top sects, and is also the only inherited disciple of the contemporary lord.
Although the cultivation base is only the pinnacle of Wu Sheng's ninth rank, the real strength is not inferior to the powerhouse of the Second Tribulation Zhunwuzun realm.
Of course, if the secret method passed down by the ancestral witch bloodline is used, Yu Haoran is sure to take his life within three moves.
However, the opponent has rescued him three times in the previous life, and it is impossible for the opponent to occupy the place in the sword building.
After walking to the west gate, Yu Haoran's eyes immediately flashed a cold light.
Because the middle-aged warrior who sits in the west gate is named Zhuo Yucheng, a deacon from the underground palace of Yuxu Palace, and one of the enemies who have led a team to hunt down him in the past life.
"Get out!"
Walking quickly to the front of Zhuo Yucheng, Yu Haoran forcibly suppressed the murderous aura emerging in his body, shouting like frost.
"Boy, do you know who you are talking to!" Opening his eyes, Zhuo Yucheng asked with a gloomy face.
"Three numbers!"
In order to avoid being discovered that he was deliberately targeting Yuxugong, Yu Haoran was like a temperament youth from the Wu family, giving him a time limit that he could endure.
"Boy, I think you are impatient!"
As the head of the seven top sects in the Profound Sky Continent and the deacon of the underground palace of the Yuxu Palace, Zhuo Yucheng will be regarded as a distinguished guest for the first time no matter where he goes.
Even in Shuangniu Mountain, where there is no power to rule, no one dares to provoke and embarrass himself. Otherwise, why can he occupy a place that can enter the sword tower with the cultivation base of the eighth rank of Martial Sage?
However, the boy in front of him not only didn't give himself or Yuxu Palace's face, but he also dared to threaten himself. How could this not make Zhuo Yucheng angry.