Chapter Four Hundred and Twelve - Back to Basics
It seemed that the outside world was in an uproar at this time.
From the moment Lin Yuan entered the sword tower, Lin Yuan's name also appeared on the sword monument in an instant. The golden font introduced Lin Yuan's name, but the word Lin Yuan at this time was only at the bottom.
"Look, Lin Yuan, who is ranked 42nd in the potential list, appeared. I didn't expect that so many strong people came this time, and there was a good show."
What they were surprised at this time was not Lin Yuan’s ranking, but Lin Yuan’s arrival. After all, the sword tower had just opened.
"Look, Lin Yuan has already reached the third floor."
"What's so strange about breaking to the third floor? With the strength he showed, I guess it's okay to break to the fifth floor."
"That's true, but it may not be necessary. The mere warriors in the middle stage of Zifu might have been incorrect in the statistics at the beginning."
"What do you know? Some monsters can challenge them higher than the level. What's more, Lin Yuan is only eighteen years old. He has the ability to kill warriors in the late stage of the Purple Mansion."
"That's right, it may be that there are differences between young talents. Some young talents are suitable for cultivation, but they are more ordinary in terms of understanding and fighting fu. Some young talents practice young talents, but they are too enlightened, or they are shocked, and some young talents practice young talents practice young talents, but they are also shocked in combat fu."
"That's right, there are too few talents like those who can occupy both, but have overtime practice and insight, as well as combat fu, even rarer, at least I have never heard of it."
"If I really say that, although I have never seen a few people in the top five of the potential list, they can enter the top five of the sword monument through them, and each of them has entered the seventyth floor, so the five of them can barely be considered!"
About another quarter of an hour later, Lin Yuan broke to the fourth floor.
The sword tower has one characteristic, that is, when entering the sword tower, it is divided into each area, just like there are countless small worlds in it.
Of course, because the ninety-nine floors of the sword tower are divided into sections for every thirty-three floors, there are many warriors who break into the sword tower, which is very normal.
"I've passed it again!" One person couldn't help but say in surprise when Lin Yuan's ranking rose again and the number of levels that had passed the level increased by one.
"No, the top 50 warriors in the potential list, who break into the sword tower, are the tube cards in front of them very simple? This person's speed of breaking into the tower is too slow, right?"
"Yes, I see that when those swordsmen who are ranked in the top fifty break through the tower, the speed of the first ten floors is much faster than this one."
"Is Lin Yuan really a fake? Killing Yan Yunlong is just a trick?" Someone suddenly said this, and they questioned Lin Yuan's speed.
"Generally, the peak warriors at the mid-stage Zifu stage only stopped at about a few levels. Let's continue watching." Some people frowned and questioned what others said.
Time is slowly moving forward, and Lin Yuan's ranking is also moving forward slowly, without shortening the time at all. On the contrary, every level afterwards will take a long time.
The tenth floor of the sword tower lit up, indicating that the challenger entered the tenth floor.
Under normal circumstances, the ninety-ninth floor of the sword tower is dark, but as long as you enter it, the one that will light up when it is located, which is very conspicuous compared to other layers.
"Why is this slow entry?"
Because Lin Yuan's challenge was slow, it caused dissatisfaction among some swordsmen.
At this moment, because of Lin Yuan's challenge and the doubts, he was quickly hated. Who told him that the challenge speed was so slow that he had more than twice as long as he had passed each level.
The most important thing is that such a warrior in the middle stage of the Purple Mansion actually occupied the 42nd place in the potential list, which made many warriors in the late stage of the Purple Mansion present very dissatisfied.
"This guy must be persisting hard now. He is in a very embarrassing situation and should be about to be killed." You said sarcastically.
Not only do you think so, but most other swordsmen also have this idea.
But the facts were just the opposite. As if they were against them, the tenth floor darkened in the expectation of the crowd. The next breath, the eleventh floor lit up in their unbelievable eyes.
Afterwards, it took a long time to wait, and the eleventh floor became darker again.
"Die, absolutely dead."
The twelfth floor lighted up.
It seemed as if they were going to fight them to the end. Every time the challenger came to their hearts and was about to be killed and sent out of the Tongyao Sword Tower, the next layer would light up.
As time passed, the 20th floor of the Sword Tower also lit up.
The thirteenth floor!
The sixteenth layer is bright!
The 30th floor is bright!
The 35th floor is bright!
The swordsmen who secretly cursed Lin Yuan to be killed quickly were almost vomiting blood.
"Is this guy intentional?
"His father, I must teach him a lesson for a whole day when he comes out." A swordsman with a fleshy face said angrily. The cultivation level emitted by his body had reached the late stage of the Zifu.
On the 36th floor of the sword tower, Lin Yuan was besieged by thirty-six powerful virtual swordsmen.
Thirty-six powerful virtual swordsmen were extremely fast, and their body and footwork were fully displayed. The sword light was tremendous and the sword shadows were intertwined. Each sword contained a terrifying sword-like edge, and its lethality was in shock. If it was hit by a sword, it would undoubtedly die.
The purple-gold light seemed to slow down among these sword energy, and it was shuttled little by little without any drag.
A simple and unpretentious sword shot up directly. In an instant, two virtual swordsmen turned into light and disappeared, killing two people with one sword.
On the 36th floor, the forest is full of joy and no objection, it seems to be simple and unpretentious, but if you look closely, such a sword contains terrible power.
The sound of swearing is continuous, and each sword cuts the air open, sharp to the extreme, the sword light is either straight or curved, each with its own characteristics.
Some sword lights even fluttered like long whips, some sword lights seemed to be surging and flowing water, and some sword lights condensed into a point, but they had a sharp edge that was astonishing as they were.
Twenty or thirty completely different sword lights seemed messy, but in fact they cooperated with each other. Every dead corner was swept by. Even if the two sword lights collided with each other, they would not cancel out, but instead refracted, forming a net of aboriginal land.
Lin Yuan is in the midst of these endless and extremely terrifying sword lights, as if a small boat in the storm and storm, surging ocean, may be smashed by the huge waves at any time.
The purple and golden figure stood in the center, with a blue shirt, and even a hint of detachment.
The purple-gold sword light flashed and suddenly watched, just like ordinary sword techniques, which seemed to be the basic sword technique. But if you look closely, each sword seemed to be invisible in reality and unpredictable.
At this time, Lin Yuan's eyes were closed, as if his movements were all based on instinct. Every sword and every move was so ordinary.
Chapter completed!