The ancient sword platform was quietly silent under the majestic trend, and the melodious and crisp collision sounds ravaged the cliff like the howling of the wind.

The mottled sunlight tear open the void and hit Su Bai's evil handsome face. The light reflected in the black pupils made people shudder.

The bloody sword weapon was whispering in the wind, exuding an astonishing sharpness.

The eyes of different emotions gathered at this figure that was not tall but towering like a mountain.

The rapid breathing was low and heavy, echoing.

Su Bai narrowed his eyes slightly, and a hint of joy that only saw the prey appeared in his black eyes: "Nine-Grid!"

Su Feijiu looked at him and the ninety-nine sword platforms lying quietly in his sight were natural.

The nine-city grid is divided into nine-city palaces!

The Sudoku in the previous life was composed of nine squares, with nine horizontal lines in the horizontal direction, nine vertical columns in the vertical direction, and nine palaces in the intersection of three rows and three columns, which is called the first palace.

Because there are nine palaces, it is called the nine palace grid.

Bang! The huge stone sword fell down like a meteorite outside the sky, bombarding the ancient sword platform. The sound of the clanging gold and iron confrontation hit everyone, deafening.

Cangyue walked forward, her slender and graceful figure was like a snow lotus standing in the wind on a cliff, "Can this sword formation be broken?"

"It is possible to break, but some experimental subjects are always needed!" Su Bai smiled faintly, but his tone seemed particularly cold.

"Experimental subject!" Cangyue's willow eyebrows were slightly frowned like the moon, and her eyes were thrown at many disciples of Zhuang Meng Pavilion with deep meaning, but a coldness arose on the corner of her mouth: "This is their honor!"

The sound of Cangyue is like the cold wind in the deep winter, and the bitter cold.

Many disciples of Zhuangmeng Pavilion couldn't help but shiver and sweated coldly.

It's cruel enough! Su Fei stared at the overly delicate pretty face in front of him, his pupils shrank unconsciously, he stepped forward, stared at the ninety-nine sword platforms in front of him, and the falling stone sword fell.

The scene was terrible, but the crisp sound of impact echoed.

A slightly handsome female disciple from Zhuang Mengge said timidly: "Senior Brother Su Fai wants to break this sword formation?"

Although the timid voice is not as crisp as the singing of the orioles, it is also pleasant.

Su Fei looked up and saw that this was a woman with a high-end appearance, tall figure and pretty face, especially the delicateness that spread between her willow eyebrows, exuding a feeling of pity between her eyes.

"Yes!" Su Bai said indifferently, retracting his gaze.

"Senior Brother Su Fai, if you want to break this sword formation, your little sister may be able to help you a little!" The girl Zhan Yan smiled, her beautiful eyebrows slightly frowned, looking a little charming.

"Do you know how to break this sword formation?" Su Bai said lightly, but his eyes fell on the ninety-nine sword platforms and had not moved away.

The sexy red lips outlined a charming curve, and the girl said softly: "Although my little sister doesn't know how to break this sword formation, she also learned a little information about this sword formation before, from Senior Brother Meng's side!"

"Pu Yan!" Several disciples of Zhuang Mengge who had been friends with Meng Lingyun in the past shouted, and a striking look of anger flashed across the corners of their eyes.

The girl didn't hear these shouts. The lotus steps moved lightly and walked slowly, with her soft black hair swaying, and her slender and white neck and delicate collarbone under it were slightly exposed.

Wu Gou narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the pretty body that was walking towards him. This girl was seducing no matter how she looked at her.

Cang Yue Ruyan's eyebrows frowned. Seeing this girl ignore her so much and openly seducing Su Bai and Wu Gou beside her, she felt unhappy.

"Let me tell me!" Su Bai asked, his head still not turning, and he silently recorded the number of times the stone sword fell and the corresponding sword platform in his heart.

"Senior Brother Meng said that this sword formation is called the Nine Palace Sword Formation, and it is necessary to break this sword formation...!" At this point, the girl suddenly changed her tone: "If the younger sister tells me about this love report to Yu Subai Senior Brother, can the senior brother bring me with me..."

Cangyue Lotus Steps Lightly, Lightly Like a Danced Butterfly. The white jade hand held Su Bai's hand, took the sword in Su Bai's hand, and handed it forward lightly. A cold light suddenly appeared. The next second, the cold sword peak with coldness appeared without any warning.

The girl's pretty face was pale and bloodless, and she was silent.

Puff! A touch of bright red suddenly appeared, Cangyue's slender jade fingers trembled, and the cold sword peak immediately pierced the girl's delicate and seductive forehead.

Plop! The girl fell to the ground, and blood splattered all over the ground.

The sudden scene made everyone lose their minds. Even Su Bai raised his head and looked back at the girl lying in a pool of blood, smacking his tongue secretly. What's going on?

"The person who dares to steal my mother's treacherous shoes by Meng Lingyun!" Cangyue Jian raised his slender and slender figure and heroic figure.

There was still a faint warm feeling left at the fingertips, and Su Bai was sweating coldly.

Wu Gou felt a little regretful, stared at Cang Yue with resentment, and muttered: "Actually, I don't mind the broken shoes!"

"What?" Cangyue's moving willow eyebrows were condensed, and her eyes instantly became extremely cold.

"No, I mean I will take action next time I will kill the flowers!" Wu Gou's face turned just and said righteously.

"That's not necessary. Men will inevitably make people irresponsible when attacking women. Such things will still make me, a delicate young girl!" Cang Yueyu smiled and turned around, handed the sword in her hand to Su Bai.

After taking the sword, Su Bai withdrew his gaze, "It's a pity that he didn't get any information!"

"This is not simple!" Cang Yue turned around with the expression he gave to me, looked at the shocked disciples of Zhuang Mengge with a smile on his eyes, and said timidly: "Those brothers, who can tell me about this sword formation?"

The timid appearance is like a young girl who is not very experienced in the world, especially the flowing expectation in her clear eyes, which makes people unable to express any refusal. Some young people even look intoxicated, but when they see the corpses on the ground, many people shivered secretly.

Several young men looked at each other for a few eyes, all of whom saw the hesitation in the other's eyes. In the end, an older young man stepped out and said warmly: "Junior Sister Cangyue, we don't know much about this sword formation. According to Senior Brother Meng, each operation of the nine palace sword formation can be divided into two stages. In the first stage, some stone swords will fall on the ninety-nine sword platforms, and the general trend that spreads on these corresponding sword platforms will disappear. When the second stage is reached, the stone sword above the sword formation that was previously rushed will fall, but it is not irregular. According to the rules, the closer the sword platform is to us, the stone sword on it will fall first!"

After pausing, the young man hesitated slightly and said, "Junior Sister Cangyue, this sword formation is extremely terrifying. If you are not 100% sure, don't try it. Previously, thirty-two disciples from the sect had died on it."

"That's you stupid!" Cang Yue did not take it seriously at all for the young man's warning and threw a look at Su Bai looking at you.

Su Bai nodded slightly, his eyes retracted from the timid young man, and he quietly stared at the sword platform in front of him, verifying the authenticity of this information.

"Interesting, that is to say, to pass through this sword formation, you need to confirm the corresponding stone sword on the sword platform with no difference in the number of times it falls!"

"This is completely Sudoku!" Su Bai murmured in his heart. He noticed that when the sword formation was running to the second stage, the first stone sword that fell first appeared on the sword platform in the first row. Only after each row of sword platforms had stone swords falling, it was the second row's turn.

"But if a person is on the sword platform on the far right of the first row, and the second time the stone sword appears is on the far left of the second row, the distance between them is dozens of feet, and even the powerful Qi Condensation Power cannot jump to it!"

Su Bai's sword eyebrows frowned slightly. The sword formation in front of him was not as simple as it seemed. Su Bai dared not ignore any details in it, because Su Bai knew that once he ignored certain details, these details were fatal.

Squatting down, Su Bai held the sword with a slight movement, the sword shadows stacked up, and sand and dust rolled backwards. A simple nine-grid grid appeared at his feet. Su Bai marked the corresponding numbers on its corresponding nine-grid grid. The twisted Roman numerals made Cangyue's eyes lit up, and there was a little curiosity in his bright moon-like eyes: "What are you drawing in the ghost?"

"Number!" Su Bai didn't raise his head, and his fair and slender hands seemed to have a delicate position.

Numbers! The disciple of Zhuang Meng Pavilion who spoke before was quiet and slightly condensed. The dense numbers made people feel dizzy, "Does he want to calculate the number of times the stone sword falls next?"

"It's really amazing confidence. There is no rule to follow. Every time the stone sword falls, the number of times it falls is changing!" The young man who spoke lowered his eyes slightly, and a faint sarcasm flashed in his eyes, but this sarcasm disappeared in the next moment. Su Bai's white right hand shook slightly, and a dark sword light suddenly appeared, and numbers appeared in the blank space. The twisted numbers were like some truth, which was impossible to ignore.

"Has he calculated it?" Countless doubts hovered in Zhuang Mengge's lowered heart. Su Bai slowly stood up. There was a faint smile on his evil handsome face. His eyes were lazy and he looked at the young man who spoke, with a sharp look in his eyes: "You, go to the sword platform!"
Chapter completed!