Destined Martial God Chapter 1042: It became (four more)
lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of Destiny!
In the 63rd floor of the Jianlou!
If you don't use the secret method of overdraft of the ancestral witch bloodline, I am afraid it will be difficult to stick to the end.
So, when he planned to further draw out the Ancestral Witch's blood and gain stronger strength, he suddenly reached out and patted his forehead.
Jianlou is not facing life and death, but to test the limits and potential of one's own swordsmanship. The secret method of overdrawing the blood of the ancestor witch is pure waste and teasing.
It seems that the idea of going to Shuangniu Mountain and using the three treasures of Shuangniu Mountain to refine the sword technique is too timely and correct.
Because I am too dependent on some secret methods to assist in improving my strength, this will ruin my talent in kendo sooner or later.
After thinking about all this, Yu Haoran suddenly felt relieved. The sixth sword technique that was originally close to perfection was perfected instantly.
"Landslide and ground crack!"
The extreme speed made him come to the side of Wusheng Ninth Grade Swordsman in an instant, wielding an iron sword to display the sword energy formed by his own sword technique, guided by the swordsman's iron sword, directly blasted into his body.
The Wusheng Ninth Grade Swordsman who seemed unharmed was actually shattered by sword energy in his body.
As the swordsman in front of him gradually disappeared, Yu Haoran, whose thoughts became more and more clear, quickly recalled the five-stroke sword technique he created just now, planning to take advantage of the current state of Qingming to further familiarize and perfect the five-stroke created sword Method, and then proceed to the final fusion.
"One sword and two breaks!"
The first sword technique created by himself, directly cut off the arm of a Wusheng Nineth Grade swordsman.
"Straightforward!"
The second stroke of less than one-third of a second to create his own sword technique directly cut off his head.
"Stars!"
The third move creates a new sword technique, which instantly severely inflicted the second Wusheng Ninth Grade Swordsman, and at the same time, it killed him with one move and one attack.
When the space of the sword tower condensed three nine-rank swordsmen, Yu Haoran made full use of his own six-stroke swordsmanship, either continuously or at intervals. Basically Both are two moves that can kill a swordsman of Wusheng Ninth Rank.
However, when the number of Wusheng Ninth Grade swordsmen condensed in the sword tower space reached fifty-four, it gradually became a little difficult with the original sword technique of only six strokes.
But not only did he not want to change the sword technique, but through the constant familiarity and improvement of the six-stroke original sword technique, he gradually pondered the seventh technique, which was a combination of attack and speed. Swordsmanship.
Relying on imperfect attack and speed swordsmanship, he easily killed fifty-four ninth martial arts swordsmen, and survived the siege of sixty-three martial ninth martial arts swordsmen.
However, in the face of the continuous attacks on the eighty-one martial arts ninth rank swordsmen, which can be called the stormy waves, they began to gradually fall into the wind, and they were likely to be beheaded.
Of course, with the protection of the special rules of the sword tower, even if it is severed by a swordsman, it will not really die.
It is precisely because there is no real danger of death, Yu Haoran, who has always had a relaxed mentality, gradually felt the essence of attack and speed swordsmanship. When he was about to be slashed by three swordsmen, he succeeded in creating the first Seven strokes of swordsmanship.
"Bloody rain!"
With a soft shout, a sword aura that could not even be traced by God's Sense, quickly drew across the necks of the three Ninth Grade Swordsmen.
The three iron swords that were about to cut, stab, or slash at him instantly stopped.
Immediately afterwards, three iron swords connected with three swordsmen disappeared into the space.
"Senior Qian, do you think Yu Haoran can pass the test of the 63rd floor of the restaurant and break into the 64th floor of the sword building?"
Since Yu Haoran broke into the 63rd floor of the Jianlou, one and a half hours has passed.
For such a long time, Yu Haoran still has not failed to break through the barrier. This made the strong man named Wu Sheng suddenly have a shocking thought in his mind, that is, whether Yu Haoran can break into the 64th floor of the sword tower.
"If a kid surnamed Yu can break into the 64th floor of the Jianlou, my old man in Cangshan will immediately turn around and leave the Jianlou, leave Shuangniu Mountain, and will never enter the Jianlou forever."
Qian Shuhao's answer is that the old man from Cangshan sitting cross-legged at the east gate of the Jianlou, used a poisonous oath to express his attitude of despising Yu Haoran.
Qian Shuhao couldn't help frowning on this.
But San Xiu obeyed the rule of doing things alone, so that he neither criticized the old man Cangshan for being too narrow-minded, nor did he give Yu Haoran the answer to whether he could successfully break into the 64th floor of the Jianlou.
Of course, the old man Cangshan accidentally targeted Yu Haoran's actions, which made everyone at the summit even more dissatisfied. He was just afraid of his mighty strength and dared not speak.
But most people at the scene prayed in their hearts that Yu Haoran could break into the sixty-fourth floor of the Jianlou, so that he could not only slap the old man in Cangshan, but also force him to leave the Jianlou and Shuangniu Mountain. , To give everyone on the scene hope to enter the sword tower.
"It's on, the sixty-fourth floor of the Sword Tower is on!" Just as everyone prayed in their hearts, the Wu Sheng powerhouse who respected Haoran was so excited when he saw the light gradually emerging from the Sixty-four Sword Tower. A little jumped up and shouted.
"Really successful!" Qiu surnamed Wu Shengqiang muttered to himself in shock.
"Uncle Ling, immediately collect Yu Haoran's information to see if he can become friends with him!" Liu Xing solemnly reminded.
"Xing'er, I have already arranged the people from the Lingxiao Pavilion to go to the Great Qin Empire to collect information on Yu Haoran." Uncle Ling said with satisfaction.
"The ancient legend has it that when the rules of the heavens are gradually perfected, swordsmanship and swordsmanship will have three talents of heaven, earth and man, surpassing evildoers and reaching the level of gods."
Looking at the light gradually shining on the 64th floor of the Jianlou, Qian Shuhao guessed inwardly.
"Is it possible that Yu Haoran is one of the world of kendo!"
"Damn it!"
The old man Cangshan, whose expression was gloomy for an instant, immediately flashed a strong murderous intent in his eyes, hidden in his left hand under the sleeve of his overcoat, and there was an extra black ball.
In the 64th floor of the Jianlou!
Relying on the seventh sword technique he created, after successfully slaying eighty-one martial arts ninth-rank swordsmen, Yu Haoran entered the 64th floor of the sword building with high expectations and wanted to try himself Can the created swordsmanship challenge the martial arts first-class swordsman gathered in the sword tower?
However, what made him feel extremely depressed is that the martial arts first-rank swordsman condensed from the sword tower space just glanced at himself, an unbearable horrible sword aura, directly strangling his vitality, let him completely Fainted.
After he regained his consciousness, he found himself on the first floor of the sword tower.
"It seems that either the cultivation level has reached the strength of the quasi-wuzun realm, or the ninth sword technique is created, otherwise, I cannot bear the mysterious eyes of the Wuzun swordsman."
Taking a deep breath, and after setting out the next practice goals for herself, Yu Haoran stepped out of the south gate of the Jianlou.