Nirvana reborn into emptiness, which is a kind between emptiness and reality.

Poop, poop, poop, poop!
No matter how fast and clever the sword is, the swordsman who rushes to the sword can always get ahead of them and stab them to death with a sword, which is even worse than the sword rhyme. Because the sword rhyme is increasing, the strength of the sword edge has been enhanced several times again. The swordsman on the seventy-fifth floor is not worth his efforts. It is only necessary to deal with them with the sword realm.
One hundred and fifty swordsmen are all dead, and the figure of the forest edge stands in the middle of the sword tower.
"Well, it seems that it’s really hopeless. It’s been nearly two days, and this situation is impossible."
Some extremely patient people in the outside world can’t wait at last. It’s not that they are impatient. On the contrary, they are patient, otherwise they wouldn’t have waited until now. But they are first and foremost swordsmen who need to strengthen their strength to give birth to them, not to wait.
"They said that the longer the three o’clock, the smaller the chance. Even if the forest garden is a genius, it is impossible to pass it. It seems that he can stop at the seventy-fifth floor and maybe pass it again in a year and a half."
"What’s the point of waiting for a day or two? Please leave."
Said one of the swordsmen to get up and leave.
But he suddenly stopped.
"Look at the seventy-sixth floor. He’s reached the seventy-sixth floor."
The man pointed to the direction of the sword tablet, and his eyes widened with disbelief.
"seventy-sixth floor?"
Everyone looked over.
"It’s really the seventy-sixth floor."
"this!"
They looked at each other screen to breathe.
"impossible, seventy-sixth floor"
About half a cup of tea in the past, the fourth position of the sword tablet was the position of the forest edge. At this time, a new light card-76 flashed on the surface.
"This … this …"
"How is it possible … it’s impossible …"
"Is there something wrong with the sword tower?"
One by one, they couldn’t believe it. After a day and a half, nearly two days, the forest edge once again broke their limit and passed the 75th.
Of course, it’s just a joke to say that there is something wrong with Jianta. I don’t know how many years it has been since ancient times, and there has never been any problem.
"Do you think he will break the wild goose south day record and break through seventy-six?" Someone suddenly had an idea.
"It’s impossible that the wild goose south day is half a step away from the soul realm, and the fighters’ own swordsmanship is superb, which has reached the peak level of sword rhyme in the middle period, which is his limit."
"It’s hard to say. Before, you were still saying that he couldn’t break through. Now he’s still breaking through. I’m sure Lin Yuan can break through."
Chen Jing’s pale face at the edge of Jiantalin has gradually disappeared, replaced by a deep look that occasionally crosses the capital color
Entering the seventy-sixth floor, the swordsmen are strong again. Facing so many swordsmen, the fourth face of the forest edge does not change color.
Step by step, the figure of inverse virtual forest edge appears behind a powerful swordsman, killing two people instantly with one sword and one sword.
About five hours later, the forest edge restored the state of the seventy-sixth floor to the seventy-seventh floor.
"The seventy-seventh floor is amazing."
"How can it be unreasonable? Why is it so fast at the moment?"
"I can’t believe that he practiced Mahayana kendo or received kendo bearing."
Although they are together, they have to face the reality and continue to watch.
"He has now surpassed Yan Nantian and achieved the third noun. Will he continue to surpass the second and break through the tenth floor?"
"It’s hard to say!"
At present, the highest record of the second star pole is the tenth floor, and no one can tell clearly about this situation.
The swordsmen on the seventy-seventh floor once again feel great pressure before they leave the forest edge.
With more than 100 powerful figures emerging from the void, the terrible sword is fierce and extremely aggressive, as if to strangle the forest edge.
A cold drink Lin Yuan took the lead in attacking.
Qiankun sword drew a sharp light arc in his hand and cut the virtual.
This time, the edge of the forest is forced again, and the virtual sword shadow is between the virtual reality and the virtual reality.
The sword-wielding swordsman hurriedly raised his sword to resist, but the edge of the forest drew two arcs of light as if a phantom directly crossed the sword of the swordsman and cut their necks and heads, flying up and instantly killing dozens of people.
The remaining swordsmen reacted instantly to join hands with the sword, and the sword light was extremely sharp and swallowed up the forest edge.
The moment of life and death crisis, the sword rhyme on the edge of the forest turns around again, and the virtual body seems to be distorted and instantly disappears, leaving a ghosting image that is smashed by dozens of sharp swords.
Kill and kill two more people.
Keep killing! Kill one more person!
The seventy-seventh floor of Jianta brings too much pressure to the forest edge.
I’m so absorbed that I can’t be distracted, because if I have a little distraction in this place, I’ll be hit. Once I’m injured, my overall level will drop and I’ll be killed easily.
Kill kill!
Sweat dripped from his forehead. Seventy-seven swordsmen have been killed by the forest edge for nine times.
Lin Yuan bullet look become LengLi eyes flashed sharp mans sword again.
Up to now, he has consumed too much, but such an attack is a great pressure for Lin, which is far from reaching his limit.
Flicker to avoid two sword lights. One sword light stabbed the back of the forest edge. The forest edge tried to move its feet to avoid that sword light, and at the same time, the two swords cast four swords.
Two powerful swordsmen were killed by the edge of the forest, but the edge of the forest was stabbed in the back by a sword light behind him. Fortunately, he tried his best to avoid the key, but a large piece was shattered by the terrible sword light.
A low-drinking forest edge turned rapidly and the double swords whirled to cut the last powerful swordsman into four halves and disappear.
The sharp pain hit the edge of the forest and looked down at his left side, which had been dyed red with blood. If it weren’t for Tai Yuan’s strong resilience, he would have been killed.
Kill!
Lin Yuan once again entered a kind of crazy killing.
"Seventy layers! Kill! "
The murderous look of the forest edge is increasing. If these swordsmen are living beings, now every time the forest edge kills a swordsman, his skill will increase by one point. Up to now, the fencing of the forest edge is not just fencing, but has risen to a realm of killing art.
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Chapter four hundred and forty-Buried days
Every sword swings out of the forest edge with a sword rhyme, which is formed by killing several swordsmen. This is pure fencing, which is a kind of fencing sublimation.
"Seventy-ninth floor!"