Bai Haoran mustered up his energy and rushed forward, while staring at Zhao Changming at the front. There were a hundred steps on one floor. Zhao Changming was almost on the fourth floor. Bai Haoran and the other two seed players were about the same distance away.
The other people who were not strong enough only felt that every step began to become very difficult. Sweat came out of their bodies like water, and everyone's head was wet, but they all gritted their teeth and lifted their feet and walked upwards.
The originally crowded ladder gradually became looser, with fewer and fewer people as you went up. Zhao Changming took the lead and stepped up step by step with a long sword on his back. At this moment, he attracted the attention of everyone below.
Only the strong will be remembered.
No one paid attention to Ling Feng anymore. He worked hard for the one hundred places. Green veins bloomed on his forehead. He clenched his fists tightly and his feet weighed as much as a hundred pounds. Even though their bodies were already exhausted, their will kept them going.
Persistence, especially when others haven't given up yet, how can you stop first?
Ling Feng fell at the back of the crowd, constantly urging his profound energy to feel the subtle rhythms around him, trying to blend in, but he was always rejected. As for the pressure on his body, Ling Feng ignored it, and his pace did not slow down.
Just walked up slowly.
Ling Feng's current situation is very strange. Everything in the outside world is not in his perception. What he sees with his eyes is no longer the golden floor, but some arcs that are constantly beating and wandering. The mysterious energy on his body is also like silk threads.
Generally, you will touch these arcs, but as long as you touch those arcs, you will be bounced away.
In a pavilion far away from the ladder, the three kings stood there and looked at Lingfeng who fell at the rear from a distance. Miao He in the middle said in a deep voice: "I've figured it out."
"But there are only 100 places in the competition, and those guys are very good. With his current speed, it's very difficult."
Miusi had no expression on his face and was a little disdainful of Lingfeng. Miaohe also nodded in agreement, but his eyes when looking at Lingfeng changed a little and became more expectant.
Ling Feng's eyes were filled with countless rhythms and wills. When he raised his head, he could see human-shaped frames made of arcs moving in front of him. The further they went, the more complex they became. Then he looked at himself.
The body now has an arc-like rhythm and wants to get closer.
However, it was blocked by the mysterious thread that he controlled. Although some of it could pass through and attach to his body, it was so insignificant.
Ling Feng put all his thoughts on how to communicate with these rhythms and could not sense the outside world. However, the crowd below could see Ling Feng slowly walking past the contestants as if nothing happened, all the way to the fourth floor.
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"Look at Ling Feng!"
Suddenly someone screamed out in surprise below. After hearing this, someone hurriedly scanned the ladder, only to see behind the ladder, among the countless crooked people, there was a figure walking up with a steady pace, as if he was walking normally.
Ling Feng still walked very slowly, with the same speed as at the beginning, but he stood out against the surrounding competitors who had difficulty lifting their feet.
Ling Feng stepped on the steps again and again, passing by several people who were bending over and lifting their legs desperately. They were covered in sweat. When Ling Feng's feet flashed past their eyes, they raised their heads and stared at Ling Feng in shock.
Feng walked up easily, and in a moment there were ten steps, and they only moved twice.
"This bastard can do it, how can I not!"
Someone stared at Ling Feng's back and cursed, and then a fighting spirit burned in his heart. With his unwillingness to admit defeat, the power hidden in his body was brought out, and he walked a little faster.
But Ling Feng didn't notice all this. He was destroying the profound energy to fight against the rhythm coming from around him. He no longer tried to communicate and fuse, but adopted a more domineering method, which was to destroy. As long as there was rhythm wanting to get close to Ling Feng,
Feng used Xuanqi to crush it into pieces!
However, this requires very high requirements for the control of Xuan Qi. Each Xuan Qi thread is so small that it is invisible to the naked eye. Only by watching from a distance can you see the hazy red gas around Ling Feng's body.
This kind of delicate operation is quickly consuming Ling Feng's energy, but when people focus on one thing, other than this thing, everything else will be ignored.
"Are you using your mysterious energy to resist?"
"It's really amazing that the profound energy can be destroyed under such a heavy pressure difference."
The people below are now focusing on Ling Feng again. They have changed their previous disdain. There are many people present who have climbed the ladder before. It is difficult to move, let alone destroy the profound energy.
More than an hour has passed in the blink of an eye. Now half of the people are lying on the four stairs struggling, but it is all in vain, because neither their physical strength nor their bodies can support them anymore. If they don't move, the rhythm will not move.
There was no reaction, just attached to their bodies.
These people watched helplessly as Ling Feng walked past them easily, feeling quite desperate in their hearts, unable to even sigh.
At this time, more than 400 people were approaching the fifth floor, but most of them were holding on. It was pretty good if they could still stand, let alone lift their feet.
"Fifth floor!"
Zhao Changming, who had been walking at the front, saw his vision gradually darken and sweat dripping down his chin. As soon as he stepped onto the obviously higher steps ahead, he felt as if a mountain was falling on him.
"Woo!"
With a muffled groan, Zhao Changming's body dwarfed and he knelt down. He held the scabbard in his hand and held on tightly until he stopped moving. Only sweat was dripping from his body, and soon there was a water stain on the ground.
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However, Po Zhonglou, which was a few meters behind, and some equally extraordinary people looked at the dozen or so steps in front of them, but they had the illusion that it was still several kilometers away.
"ah!"
Bai Haoran suddenly raised his head and roared, veins popped out on his forehead, his shirt was torn apart, and the muscles on his body suddenly swelled. The blood vessels were clearly visible, but the most eye-catching thing was the lifelike heart on his chest.
The wolf head seemed to be roaring too.
At this moment, Bai Haoran's aura was extremely violent, and he walked up like a ferocious beast. Every time he landed, there was a heavy sound. When he took the last step out of the fourth floor, his whole body fell softly, and he fell down, overwhelmed by the powerful force.
The incomparable rhythm pressed her to the ground, unable to move.
"Let's fight hard."
Po Zhonglou, who was behind, gritted his teeth and said something, then looked at the black bird on his right. A circle of illusory squares with six sides appeared under his feet, gradually superimposing upwards, and finally a gray-black tower appeared in front of him.
around the body, and then Po Zhonglou stepped forward with a momentum that seemed to be overwhelming.
"boom!"
When he crossed the fourth floor of the broken building, a familiar scene appeared again. The illusory tower image on his body was crushed layer by layer and turned into light and electricity and disappeared, and the man knelt on the golden floor.
But his condition seems to be better. Although his whole body is soaked with sweat, he can still move his feet and sit cross-legged. Compared with Bai Haoran, he looks much better.
Black Bird followed closely behind, a pair of palms like eagle claws cutting through the rhythm of the road ahead. It was obviously air, but under Black Bird's claws, there was a sound of tearing cloth, which was very harsh.
Finally, he stepped onto the fifth floor. With the misery of the three people in front of him, Wuniao knew that he couldn't go up to the fifth floor, so he simply sat down and closed his eyes to rest. On the fingers of his hands, there were bright red
Blood slowly flowed from the fingertips.
"Okay! Come on, how can I, a man from the Miao Kingdom, be weaker than other countries!"
"Miao Ergou! Stand up."
The people below began to shout, and the shouts resounded through the sky. As if they were inspired, those people also began to struggle from the ground, clenching their teeth, and using up the last bit of strength in their bodies to rush forward!
More and more people stepped up to the fifth floor, and then fell into unconsciousness and fell to the ground. Only a small number of powerful people could maintain a certain degree of consciousness.
But the most tragic contrast is that no matter how hard these people try, they can't take a single step, but there is such a red boy who severely blows their self-confidence, and the newly ignited fire in their hearts is extinguished.
They looked at Ling Feng with blank eyes, but they passed them without stopping. With the appearance of Ling Feng, a small number of people were hit so hard that they could not move, but the other group refused to admit defeat, let alone
The desire to win was aroused, and he raised his foot crazily and stepped down hard.
Looking back at Ling Feng, Xianyun walked past them and gradually approached the fifth level. As Ling Feng got closer and closer to the fifth level, the eyes of the people below slowly widened. Seeing Ling Feng's relaxed appearance,
Even the fifth floor can't do anything to him!
"boom!"
With a soft sound, Ling Feng officially stepped onto the steps and became one of the last candidates to qualify. However, unlike others, Ling Feng's body did not feel any pressure and continued to move forward as before.
The people who were still conscious looked at Ling Feng's advancing back and were stunned in place. Words could no longer describe their feelings. They were unable to speak due to the great pressure, but their hearts seemed to be tightly squeezed.
Caught.
"Is this Lingfeng?"
Some people thought in their hearts that the distance between Zhao Changming and others was different. He was a little further away. When he saw Ling Feng walking past him, the corners of his mouth curled up. No one knew what Zhao Changming was thinking at this moment.
After a few more people stepped onto the fifth floor of the ladder, they did not react even when they knelt on the ground. They just looked up at Ling Feng's back.
One hundred people quietly appeared on the fifth floor. The game was over. The official wanted to announce, but three figures suddenly appeared at the bottom of the ladder. Miao He's face looked heavy and scary, and he said slowly: "Let him go down.
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The official swallowed his saliva. He originally wanted to announce the end of the game immediately, which would save Miao Guo's face, but now it seems that even the three kings are curious about how far Ling Feng can go.
At this moment, it seemed to be Ling Feng's stage. The officials did not announce the end, so the game would continue, and they would have to stay, either sitting or lying down, but the only thing that remained unchanged was that their eyes were tightly fixed.
It's stuck on Ling Feng's body.
Watching him step up to the sky and disappear into the clouds, Ling Feng's current state could no longer be seen. Only the three kings below knew.
Everyone is placing their trust in Ling Feng, and they are very torn. On the one hand, they hope that Ling Feng can end it soon, which will save some of their own incompetence, but they also hope that Ling Feng can come to the end and see what they can't see.
Scene, this is respect for the strong.
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