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Chapter 27, Inside the Sword Tower (for collection, recommendation)

They all shook their heads and said, "Not my disciple."

"Not my disciple either."

Xu Ran frowned.

"This person is on the first floor of the Foundation Establishment Stage, perhaps you can inquire about it among the inner disciples."

Xu Ran shook his head and said;
"Forget it, I'm afraid that this disciple will be in danger."

Xu Ran looked at the disciples behind him, there were only a few hundred disciples in the One Sword Sect, and now there was one less, and he sighed.

"Master, don't worry, this old devil has been re-sealed, and there will be no worries for ten years."

Xu Ran's face was serious.

He felt that Mo Cangtian wasn't lying, he must be practicing a magic technique, and after three days, he might really break through the seal.

At that time, I'm afraid that the One Sword Sect will be expelled from now on!

This old demon has been imprisoned for thousands of years, and once he comes out, he will wash the Yijian faction with blood.

Supreme Elder Road;

"Teacher, we are bound to live and die with the One Sword Sect."

Xu Ran shook his head;

"It's not necessary, Supreme Elder, you take people to the imperial city, I will stay and suppress."

The imperial city, that is where the imperial capital is located.

There are celestial masters sitting in town.

Even if Mo Cangtian escaped, he would not dare to enter the imperial city to make trouble.

Xu Ran looked at the sword tower.

Another sigh.

Inside the Sword Tower.

Looking at the inside of the sword tower, Zhang Fan saw that the sword-drawing technique in his body was ready to move. There were countless magic swords in the sword tower, and they bowed their heads in worship.

King of Swords.

But Zhang Fan followed suit.

Wan Jian worshiped.

With Zhang Fan's finger pointing, these instruments stopped the sound of Kongming.

More than a dozen devils came out from inside.

He looked at Zhang Fan with interest.

Such as lamb to be slaughtered, fish on a chopping board.

"This is a disciple of the One Sword Sect? How could he be so stupid and dare to enter the sword tower circle?"

"It's said that he is a stupid person, and his cultivation is only in the foundation building stage, so he dares to come in."

"Haha, don't force anyone on me. This young disciple is very handsome. Let me play first." A demon looked at Zhang Fan and stuck out his long tongue.

"After you play, you will not be human anymore, and ghosts will not be ghosts. If you want to play, you have to wait until I have played enough." An old woman came out, covered with wrinkles, skinny, like a mummy.

You Qi was wearing a pink underwear.

Zhang Fan felt retched when he saw it.

The red blue devil: "Hmph, who doesn't know that you have practiced dual practice, and the men who slept with you died a thousand or eight hundred times, and they were sucked into mummies by you. If you play, I still have a chance."

This is Mo Cangtian's disciple.

The pink crone, the red blue devil,
They are all in the realm of masters, and they were captured in the sword tower by the head teacher of Tianjian.

Zhang Fan watched these people treat it like a lamb and allow it to be slaughtered.

"What about Mo Cangtian, tell him to come out and meet me."

Zhang Fan said something out of the blue.

Everyone laughed.

"Okay, I actually saw someone who is even more arrogant than the ancestor, who dared to call the ancestor by his name, who gave you the courage."

"This person is dying, yet he dares to be arrogant."

"Just kill it."

The pink old woman waved her pink clothes and immediately isolated everyone.

Looking at Zhang Fan with a smile:

"My slave will play with you first and become my minister, maybe I can ask Master to spare your life."

The pink crone stretched out a stick claw.

He intends to catch Zhang Fan.

"I'm sick of seeing it."

Zhang Fan then picked up a dharma sword with the name of the sword sect on it, presumably a disciple who came to practice and was beheaded.

Zhang Fan followed with a wave.

Swordsmanship.

Silently, the sword energy is fierce.

A sword cut the old woman in half!
The sword body was broken inch by inch.

This middle-grade yellow-grade magic weapon couldn't withstand Zhang Fan's kendo at all. It only took one blow to break the magic weapon.

The devil took over the pink tent.

"Old woman, you want to get there first, damn it."

The red blue devil looked at the pink old woman.

Stretching out his hands, he stared at Zhang Fan intently.

Only then did the red blue devil realize that he was already dead, and he was horrified. In terms of mana, the old woman's mana was a bit higher than his.

At this moment, he died silently.

His face was horrified:

"Who are you? The old woman died at your hands."

He looked around in horror.

This person is just a disciple of the Foundation Establishment Stage, could it be that the headmaster came in quietly, this is impossible, once he entered the sword tower, the ancestor would definitely perceive it.

"Hmph, even a devil dares to spy on me, he's courting death."

"Sword come."

Zhang Fan stretched out his hand, and the sword energy surged in the sword tower, turning into a magic sword, which immediately reached Zhang Fan's hand.

Zhang Fan looked at Sword Spirit.

"Good sword, wait for me to kill them one by one, and then follow me after combining with the sword tower."

The sword spirit made a hollow sound.

I understand Zhang Fan's meaning.

Scarlet old devil is horrified:

"The ancestor hasn't refined the sword spirit for thousands of years, how could you subdue the sword spirit in a blink of an eye."

"Hmph, too much nonsense."

Swordsmanship.

Zhang Fan drew his sword and swung it.

Countless demon heads were split in half, with their heads in different places.

In the depths of the sword tower.

Mo Cangtian frowned.

what happened?Why did my disciple disappear, where did a powerful sword intent come from?Why do I feel a tremor in the depths of my heart.

Zhang Fan walked deeper.

There are countless monsters in the sword tower.

If these people go out, there will be another bloody rain.

The devil, Zhang Fan cut it off with one sword...

deepest.

The devil finally couldn't take it anymore, and with some strength in his mind, he walked out to the cave entrance.

He watched Zhang Fan coming with his sword in hand.

dignified face;

"You killed them all?"

"Hey, it's just a trace of consciousness. It seems that your body is restrained by the sword tower inside, and you can't move."

"The ancestor underestimated you. You will never be as simple as a disciple of the foundation establishment period. Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, I'm here to kill you."

Mo Cangtian was taken aback;
"Kill me, haha, even the old guy Tianjian can't destroy my body, he can only seal me, why do you think you can kill me?"

Mo Cangtian looked at Zhang Fan in front of him.

This little disciple dared to speak wild words and threatened to kill him.

"Just because he can't, doesn't mean I can't."

Zhang Fan waved his hand, and the sword drawing technique came again.

One move shattered Mo Cangtian's consciousness.

Mo Cangtian opened his eyes.

"This is the sword-drawing technique of the Supreme Sword Dao. This ancestor has practiced for thousands of years, but he has only grasped a little bit of it. How could he do it?"

Hmph, as long as he devours the disciple in front of him, it doesn't take three days for the ancestor to escape from the sword tower immediately.

Zhang Fan continued to walk forward.

"Haha, come to the depths if you have the ability, the ancestor is waiting for you."

Zhang Fan heard the voice.

as you wish.

Zhang Fan continued to move forward.

deep.

Zhang Fan stepped on and walked in.

Looking at the sword array around him, the sword energy soars into the air, transforming into a hundred and eight flying swords, filling the sky, the sword light flickering, once he goes out, he is immediately assassinated by a hundred and eight flying swords, this old devil is sealed here, No wonder you can't get out.

"Haha, idiot, if you come in, you can't get out."

Mo Cangtian smiled;
"Really! I have a sword spirit in my hand, this sword array is useless to me, and these one hundred and eight flying swords are for my use."

Mo Cang was speechless.

Zhang Fan looked at Mo Cangtian.

The great master is at the pinnacle of the ninth rank, one step away from becoming a celestial master.

No wonder the old devil said that he could escape completely in three days. Once he reached the peak bottleneck, once he broke through that step, the hundred and eight flying swords really couldn't stop him.

But Zhang Fan knew that that step was not so easy to break through.

The odds are less than one in a hundred thousand.

(End of this chapter)