After killing the second cultivator who flew out of the high platform, Meng Xiang did not walk up the stairs, but soared into the air and went straight to the top of the high platform. As a result, he landed directly on it and found nothing. It was covered in vain and nothing.

After a sharp gaze swept across the platform for a week, Meng Xiang jumped down from the top of the platform and continued to walk the stairs honestly. He knew that if he wanted to get from the platform, he must step through all the steps, otherwise he would get nothing...

Then, Meng Xiang found that as long as he stepped on the nine steps, he would touch the platform, and released a sword master to fight him. Moreover, the masters' sword skills were getting higher and higher, and the sword skills themselves became more and more exquisite. Later, even if he was very strong, it would be no longer an easy thing to defeat them, and even a long battle would be required.

After a series of fierce battles, Meng Xiang had defeated seven immortal cultivators who used swords. At this time, the immortal cultivator was already very strong. In order to defeat the seventh immortal cultivator, he took almost half an hour, but his mood was still much relaxed, because based on various situations, he had deduced that if he could defeat the nine immortal cultivators, the platform would definitely undergo a huge change, because there were a total of ninety-nine eighty-one steps from the ground to the top of the platform.

Just as Meng Xiang was about to step on the stairs for the eighth time, his expression suddenly tightened, and then his body shook, turning into a white light, directly hitting a corner of the hall, sticking his body on the wall, and a layer of black fluctuations like water flowed through his body surface, and then his body disappeared without a trace. No trace was left.

In less than twenty seconds after Meng Xiang disappeared, a figure flew out from a corridor. The result of Meng Xiang's arrival at the hall this time was quite strange. There was no exit, but some corridors leading to this place. But there were not many, only ten, and he came in from one of them.

Meng Xiang's eyes immediately cast towards the figure, but since he had already collected all the energy and spirit of his body, a trace of divine light did not appear from his eyes. The man could not have been peeping at him at all, but he saw him clearly, but when he really saw the person's appearance, there was no surprise on his face.

It was a young man in black, holding a long sheathed sword in his hand, which exuded a strange and cold temperament, like a lonely peak in the world. But it was more like a knife, and his whole person was like a knife. Meng Xiang had already seen that he had reached the state of being one and not distinguishing between swords and me. In addition, he might have cast a fairy body related to swords, which made him gradually leave the category of human beings.

Meng Xiang knew that people like the Black-clothed Swordsman were very terrifying. His combat power was amazing, but he paid too much attention to improving his combat power, and instead took a deviant path. If there was no big opportunity, he would only go more and more erratic, and he would not be able to reach the highest level of sword art in his life. After all, a human is a human, and a sword technique is a sword technique.

After the swordsman in black came out of the corridor, he did not walk into the hall, but stood at the entrance of the corridor, and then looked at the entire hall with his sharp eyes as sharp as a knife. The light flashed, like two lightning flashed through the hall, which made the entire hall lit up suddenly. When his eyes passed by Meng Xiang's body, he felt his body lit up, like a cold blade slashing through his skin.

After a while, the black-clad swordsman had already looked around the entire hall and walked towards the platform in the middle of the hall. However, when he stopped not far from the platform, his eyes suddenly lit up, like two beacons. His eyes were swept back and forth on the ground, and Meng Xiang could even hear the scratching sound, just as what was shot out from his eyes was not the eyes, but two sharp knives, slashing around the ground.

Meng Xiang knew that the swordsman in black had discovered traces of him fighting with those cultivators who came out of the high platform. Although everything in the hall was very strong and even stronger than ordinary immortal weapons, the destructive power caused by him fighting with those cultivators, especially the seventh cultivator, still exceeded the limit of the floor of the hall, leaving traces. Although it was not particularly profound, it could still be seen.

In fact, Meng Xiang has actually discovered that the hall itself has a self-healing function and can automatically heal the damage it suffered. Otherwise, after so many years, there have been countless battles here, and it is impossible to be so intact. However, the swordsman in black came too fast, and the traces of the battle on the ground were not yet fully restored.

The black-clad swordsman seemed to have seen something from the traces left by Meng Xiang, and his face became very serious, but a blazing flame ignited in his eyes, which was fighting spirit and a strong desire to fight with the strong. After a cup of tea, his expression returned to secludedness, but Meng Xiang could still feel the surge intent of the sword from him.

Meng Xiang shook his head secretly, knowing that the swordsman in black and the young man in white who had fought with him had made similar mistakes. He pursued too much intensified combat power and did not pay too much attention to the control of power and the cultivation of his state of mind. Otherwise, he would never have caused the knife intent to fluctuate due to external stimulation.

After calming down, the black-clothed swordsman began to observe the black platform carefully. He first jumped to the top of the platform. Of course, he could not have gained anything. Otherwise, with Meng Xiang's eyesight, he would not have been able to find it. Then he circled around the platform for a few times, but did not find anything. Finally, his eyes fell to the stairs that reached the top of the platform. Obviously, he had realized its abnormality.

The black-clad swordsman walked towards the steps. Obviously he wanted to try to walk up the steps, and Meng Xiang's expression also became focused. He wanted to see if he would have the same experience as him. The result was almost exactly the same as what he encountered. As soon as his feet touched the first step, a huge force burst out from the steps.

The black-clad swordsman did not make the same choice as Meng Xiang and let the power send him out, but competed with it. However, he was finally sent out, which was farther than Meng Xiang's first time, because the power from the steps suddenly increased. It exceeded the limit he could bear.

The black-clothed swordsman's discooperation also seemed to have angered Gaotai. Before he could gain a foothold, a black shadow flew out of the high platform and launched a violent attack on him. It was like a flood that broke into a dam, sweeping everything, but the black-clothed swordsman's strength was indeed quite powerful. After a brief passiveness, he recovered the decline and quickly gained the upper hand.

Meng Xiang's eyes focused on the two figures moving rapidly on the battlefield. He soon discovered that although the cultivator who fought with the Black-clothed Swordman also used a knife, it was different from the seven cultivators he had defeated. However, he still found some useful information from it. For example, the strength of the cultivator who fought with the Black-clothed Swordman was basically the same as the first cultivator he defeated. This means that the tests that the cultivator would experience in the end touching the high platform should be similar.

The battle continued, and the black-clothed swordsman was obviously very strong. In a short while, he killed the first immortal cultivator who fought with him, followed by the second and third... Not long after, he had already killed the fifth immortal cultivator who flew out of the high platform. The time spent on the sum of the time was even shorter than that of Meng Xiang's defeat of the first five immortal cultivators.

Meng Xiang was not surprised by this. He defeated those cultivators who flew out of the high platform not just as simple as defeating them. He also had to absorb the essence of the sword technique they used from them, and ensured that the dry goods in their stomachs were completely squeezed out, which undoubtedly took time.

What the black-clothed swordsman only wanted was to defeat his opponent. This pursuit of efficiency also caused trouble for him, especially when he fought with the sixth immortal cultivator. He began to clearly show up, causing him to fall into a hard battle. In fact, his real strength was much stronger than the sixth opponent.

In fact, after passing the test of the high platform, the reward will be rewarded. The content of this reward is the white light spots transformed into the body of the cultivators from the high platform after being defeated. They will be absorbed by the cultivators, and they contain energy and knife intentions.

Logically speaking, absorbing those white light spots is beneficial to the cultivators, and Meng Xiang will benefit from it, which will improve his strength and sword skills to a certain extent. However, this involves a problem of digestion and absorption. If it can be absorbed, it will naturally be beneficial to the cultivators, but if it cannot be absorbed, it will lead to indigestion, which is beneficial or harmless.

After absorbing the white light spots, there are actually reasons for Meng Xiang and the black-clothed swordsman. There are two main points. First, Meng Xiang and the black-clothed swordsman have different understandings of swordsmanship. Meng Xiang adopts the concept of embracing all rivers and being tolerant. All kinds of swordsmanship are basically not rejected, absorbing their essence to strengthen themselves. This makes his knife intent extremely compatible and inclusive. Unfamiliar knife intent enter his body and will have too much impact on him. The black-clothed swordsman is completely different. He adheres to the principle of pure and exquisite, constantly sharpening himself and removing impurities, just like forging a treasure knife. Once other knife intents pour in, it will cause great interference or even damage him.

The second is that Meng Xiang and the black-clothed swordsman have different fighting methods. Meng Xiang not only has to defeat the opponent, but also needs to absorb the essence of their swordsmanship. Although he cannot achieve the degree of integration in a very short period of time, he undoubtedly laid a deep foundation for the acceptance of the sword intent. The black-clothed swordsman only wants to defeat the opponent and does not care about the swordsmanship at all, because this sense of strangeness and rash intrusion of the sword intent will undoubtedly have a greater impact on him.

Although Meng Xiang knew very well what was wrong with the swordsman in black, he had no intention of helping him. In addition to not wanting to meddle in other people's business, he also vaguely felt that the test of the high platform should be done by one person, at least once, and the participation of multiple people might cause unpredictable variables.

The facts proved that Meng Xiang's feeling was correct. Shortly after the black-clothed swordsman and the cultivator fell into a fierce battle, a figure flew out of the passage again. This time it was a white shadow, and Meng Xiang also knew him, the young man who had fought with the eyes. After seeing the black-clothed swordsman, he just stood aside from a distance, watched coldly, without any intention of taking action.

Although the young man in white did nothing, the swordsman in black was affected. Meng Xiang could feel that the fluctuations in his body had increased significantly. Not long after, a subtle flaw appeared and was caught by his opponent. He cut a hole more than half a foot long on his chest with a knife, which was visible to the bones, and even saw the marks on the bones.

Meng Xiang shook his head secretly. If the swordsman in black could not find a way to turn defeat into victory, he might die here. The swordsman in black did find a solution to the problem, but it caused him trouble. He forced the white light spots containing the knife intent and energy that entered his body out of his body, and the light spots were divided into two parts, one flew towards the young man in white, and the other flew towards him.
Chapter completed!