Chapter 2969 The Ten Ancient Swordsmen: Qingsong Sword Saint!
The battles continued one after another. After Ximen Hao killed the first true spirit, he killed three more low-grade true spirits one after another!
And his cultivation level has also begun to soar, and he is only one step away from breaking through to the top virtual spirit!
Starting from the first white-haired girl, he killed four low-grade true spirits in a row. Although he gained a lot of spiritual power, he also suffered continuous damage.
I had no choice but to stop fighting and take a good rest.
In particular, Zhenling's spiritual power is very violent, which makes him a little unable to resist, and the cigar consumes a lot of money!
There are still two cigars left in the last box, and it will definitely not be enough if we continue like this.
After killing four true spirits in a row, he also received waves of applause.
The people on the big screen had drunk too much and had long forgotten about the gambling. Watching Ximen Hao and everyone there was simply a pleasure.
This rest lasted for more than an hour, and it was almost three days.
In fact, even if Ximen Hao doesn't fight and sits in the ring, no one will say anything, and the three-day record that Ximen Hao broke will be recorded in the record! He will be famous in the spiritual prison for eternity!
Just when there was less than half an hour left in the three days, Ximen Hao, who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind, suddenly opened his eyes, turned to look at the big screen and shouted:
"Give me a middle-grade true spirit! Master Hao wants to challenge the limit!"
"Dang!"
The Tianji Umbrella stabbed the ring hard. He wanted to use a middle-grade true spirit to break through the current level and reach: the best virtual spirit!
Not to mention, this momentum really shocked people.
"Captain, come on?"
Wang Chuan asked.
"Ah? Oh! Come on! The time is almost up! Top-middle-grade true spirit!"
Qin Lan came back to his senses.
"Hahaha! Good apprentice! Awesome!"
Xue Wu gave a thumbs up to the big screen.
"Not bad! Not bad! You can consider it!"
Xiaoyaozi looked at the big screen with a smile. If Ximen Hao really defeated the middle-grade true spirit, and if the opponent broke through the top-grade virtual spirit this time, then in the next competition for the new disciples of the five major sects, they can participate in the true spirit-level battle!
As for Ximen Hao, after finishing showing off, he began to pinch his fingers quickly.
However, compared to before, this time it was a bit slower, or a bit unfamiliar.
This is not the Heavenly Sword and the Earth Sword, nor the Thunder Sword, but the fourth form of the Bagua Sword Technique: Fire Sword! Sword of Li!
The proficiency of the third style Thunder Sword has reached its peak after this high-intensity battle, so the hand skills and magic skills of the fourth style Fire Sword are automatically unlocked. This is one of the reasons why he wants to try the middle-grade true spirit.
one!
After a moment, a light flashed on the stage, and a tall and handsome man appeared.
The man has a middle-aged face, long hair in a bun, and fluttering green clothes. He stands proudly on the ring like a green pine tree.
His head was tilted slightly, looking extremely arrogant.
This is the cleanest criminal who has come up so far.
"Huh? Why is it him? Li Zhi! Do you want to kill Ximen Hao?"
Qin Lan frowned when he saw the person coming, and scolded him unhappily.
It's the last game, and she doesn't care about winning or losing anymore. Isn't it just five million spirit stones?
The evildoer Ximen Hao cannot buy even 50 million spiritual stones, let alone 5 million!
"Ah? Captain, this person has always been honest, he shouldn't be strong, right?"
After all, Li Zhi and Wang Chuan are newcomers, and they don't know many of the sinners in the spiritual prison very well.
"who is he?"
Xuewu saw that Qin Lan's expression was wrong and she couldn't help but become nervous.
Unexpectedly, Qin Lan didn't say anything, but Xiaoyaozi said with a solemn expression:
"Qingsong Sword Master! Nie Qingsong! Sword cultivator at the end of ancient times! In the end of the era, he squeezed into the tenth place among the top ten sword cultivators in ancient times! He was also a famous heavenly spirit at that time! Unfortunately, the technique he practiced was to forcibly absorb spiritual voids
He came to the Heavenly Way to strengthen his swordsmanship, and then he was caught!"
"Holy crap! Nie Qingsong, one of the top ten swordsmen in ancient times? Sister Lan! Change people quickly! Change people! Where are you playing?"
Xuewu was really frightened.
Although he only came from behind in the last period, he was once on the ranking list!
"this……"
"No need! Just him, this one looks comfortable."
Ximen Hao suddenly interrupted Qin Lan, and looking at the other party, he seemed to be in a difficult position.
"Xiao Ritian! Are you crazy?!"
Xue Wu was so anxious that she called out Ximen Hao's nickname, which showed that she was really anxious.
"Master, don't worry, have you forgotten your disciple's sword technique?"
Ximen Hao blinked at Xue Wu.
The Eight Diagrams Sword Art is the sword art of Yin Yang, the ancestor of the top ten sword cultivators in ancient times!
Ancestor Yin Yang is the fifth-ranked sword cultivator, and he is a veteran sword cultivator. He is not comparable to Nie Qingsong and others.
"Who are you? Why am I here?"
Nie Qingsong finally spoke.
The tone was very calm and resolute, like a sword coming out of the body.
Ximen Hao cupped his fists and said politely:
"I am Ximen Hao, a true disciple of Sword Spirit Mountain! You are the first named opponent I have encountered here! I heard that you used to be a heavenly spirit, so you must be very strong even though you are a middle-grade true spirit, right?"
"Hmph! It turns out to be a junior from Sword Spirit Mountain! I didn't expect that after more than 20,000 years, Sword Spirit Mountain still exists! Damn it!"
Nie Qingsong just glanced at Ximen Hao, then raised his head and looked into the air with a look of scorn.
"Haha, no matter whether Jianling Mountain is here or not, you can't leave here, can you?"
Ximen Hao looked at Nie Qingsong with a smile. This old monster who has been trapped for more than 20,000 years is quite arrogant!
"You! Looking for death!"
Nie Qingsong turned to look at Ximen Hao, staring with both eyes, and a murderous intention penetrated Ximen Hao's heart.
"Qiang!"
There was a sword roar coming from his body, which was very harsh.
"Such a strong sword spirit! He deserves to be the tenth among the top ten swordsmen who have gone through the final era!"
It was the first time that Ximen Hao met someone with such a strong sword intent.
Of course, Jianling Mountain is not without people with strong sword intent. The people on the screen are all super swordsmen, but no one showed such a strong sword intent in front of him.
"Apprentice, stop playing! There is no need to take risks in the last game!"
Xuewu shouted.
"Yes, nephew, Nie Qingsong's swordsmanship is unparalleled, so let's forget it!"
Xiaoyaozi also gave some advice, then turned to look at Qin Lan and said:
"Captain Qin, give him another one. If anything happens, I will explain it as above!"
He is the leader, so of course he has the right. Finding his master is just a matter of words. There is no need to take risks with a genius.
When Qin Lan heard this, what else would she be afraid of if someone was taking care of her? But...
"But, Ximen Hao seems to like this opponent very much? Ximen Hao! Tell me, do you want to change? If you want to change, I will change it for you immediately!"
"Hahaha! No need! This is the top ten swordsman in ancient times. It would be great to defeat him like this! Hey! Nie Qingsong, come on! Let's have a sword show!"
Ximen Hao reached out and pulled out the bloodthirsty sword from the Tianji Umbrella, pointing it directly at Nie Qingsong!
"Hey! It's just you? A little mid-level virtual spirit? You've learned swordsmanship for several years and you want to fight me? You! You don't deserve it!"
Nie Qingsong looked at Ximen Hao with disdain.
Although he was imprisoned by the collar, even though he had been locked up here for more than 20,000 years and his cultivation had regressed, he had his own pride! (To be continued)