"It's not as exaggerated as you think. Most of the more than 7,000 ancient warriors have the same sword intent. You only need to deal with the strongest among them," the man said.
"Then, how many are there approximately?" Ling Chuxi felt a little more relaxed and then asked. Well, the ten thousand grass mud horses in her heart were reduced to nine thousand grass mud horses whizzing by. In fact, she still wanted to say grass mud horses to this person!
"Is this question important?" the man said calmly.
Ling Chuxi smiled bitterly. This question is indeed not important. No matter how many strongest warriors there are, they have to face them one by one. Anyway, as long as you can withstand it, you can pass the test and become the fourth lucky one in thousands of years. Son, if you can't resist it, then just be like the owners of those ancient swords in the Sword Tomb and be destroyed in ashes.
Those ten thousand cold stars were already like a meteor shower from outside, shrouding Ling Chuxi.
Now that she knows that she is not dead yet and the test is not over yet, Ling Chuxi is even more motivated. In the sea of qi, the martial arts core shines with light. With a flash of light in her eyes, Ling Chuxi's long sword moves quickly and stabs at the ten thousand cold stars. middle.
A spark bloomed, and Ling Chuxi found the only real sword shadow among the millions of illusory sword lights, and defeated it in one fell swoop. If it were in a real battle, this sword would not consume much physical strength, because the opponent's sword turned into a sword. Qianying, so the power is not great, but in this case, the loss of mental power is astonishingly large.
Ling Chuxi clearly felt that the martial arts core in the air sea dimmed, and her head felt slightly dizzy.
Before she could catch her breath, another sword appeared from the sky, stabbing her chest with majestic sword intent.
Ling Chuxi could only brace herself and faced him again.
Without stopping for a moment, one ancient sword after another appeared out of the sky, attacking Ling Chuxi one after another with the force of thunder.
Although the sword disappears immediately after one strike, this sword embodies the essence of an ancient strong man's lifelong sword intention.
Ling Chuxi had no time to think, her mental power was constantly being consumed, and her mind went blank. She just relied on instinct and intuition to resist the attack of a sword that was faster than the other and stronger than the other.
The sword in his hand has no rules at all. Cangyuan Sword Technique, Seven-string Needle Technique, Seven-string Finger Technique, Big Sanshou... All the martial arts skills I have ever learned were driven by instinct and intuition, even just now. The sword intention of the ancient strongman she felt became her magic weapon to save her life in the next moment.
Her mental strength is getting weaker and weaker, there are stabbing pains in her mind, and her eyelids are as heavy as lead. Ling Chuxi even has the idea of giving up, but she knows that she must not give up. This is not a dream, once she gives up , her soul will be destroyed by the sword intention left by the ancient powerful man.
She could only grit her teeth and persevere. Every time she defeated a sword intention, she was one step closer to passing the test.
Even Ling Chuxi herself couldn't remember exactly how many sword intentions she had defeated. She only felt that she was getting more and more tired and weak.
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Finally, as another sword light disappeared like a bursting silver star, everything was over, and there was only a void left in front of him.
Ling Chuxi also reached her limit, as if all her energy had been drained away, she closed her eyes and fell to the ground.
The sea of spirit has completely dried up and is on the verge of collapse, but at this moment, a clear spring pours into the sea of spirit, and the already hazy consciousness gradually becomes clear.