Chapter 10: The Ninth Sword Boundary Ranking Battle! Second Update

  The swordsman's body suddenly twisted strangely, and he surprisingly escaped the range of the sword shadow shroud. Tang Lin's eyes flashed, the sword light in his hand burst out, his figure flickered, his feet shrunk to inches, tightly attached to the swordsman's killing spree.

  The sword light enveloped the swordsman once again.

  The swordsman was forced by Tang Lin's swift movement and could not dodge at all, so he had to withstand this blow.

  Wow!

  The swordsman's body was knocked flying backward.

  Tang Lin's body contained ninety-nine dragon pattern powers, although it was only a sacred body realm, but in terms of power, it had already reached the fate plate realm!

  The swordsman's body heavily crashed into the wall, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, he fell to the ground, and after a moment, he got up again, saying to Tang Lin: "You passed, please."

  Rumble...

  He opened up a passage behind him.

  Tang Lin slightly gasped for breath, put away his magic sword, and walked towards this passageway.

  The Ninth Level

  Tang Lin rested for a moment before pushing open the sword gate and entering.

  A cold swordsman stood in front of Tang Lin, and after the sword gate closed, he said, "Please."

  Tang Lin gripped his magic sword tightly, waiting in a stern array.

  Whoosh!

  The swordsman's body suddenly shook, and then Tang Lin felt his neck numb, the scene in front of him twisted instantly.

  The swordsman's indifferent face faded away in his pupils, and the black sword gate reappeared in front of him.

  Is it over?

  Tang Lin's face was full of shock.

  I didn't even see how he drew his sword, yet I was killed by him?

  "How can it be so strong." Tang Lin exclaimed: "The ninth-level swordsmen should be the ones who have grasped the true 'Tao' realm, right?"

  Too strong.

  Tang Lin had no power to fight back and was directly killed in seconds.

  Thinking of Iron Lion's words, Tang Lin felt a chill in his heart as he thought that only about ten people had made it through the ninth level.

  There were over a dozen monsters that could defeat this swordsman, and to enter the top ten, one had to fight them.

  Tang Lin returned to the Jiuxiang Building. His mood was heavy.

  Tie Shi transmitted his voice to him once again, knowing that Tang Lin had passed the eighth layer, and there was a hint of joy in his tone. He reminded him of some precautions and then cut off the transmission.

  Time flies.

  Thirty days have passed.

  The first round of the Jiujian competition has come to an end, and now the people standing in the square are significantly fewer. Looking around, the dense crowd is surging, with only about 10 million people left, filling the entire square with a cacophony of noise.

  On the empty space above the Nine Swords Tower, that white-robed old man flew and appeared, saying to everyone: "All of you geniuses, congratulations, for passing the first round of selection in the Nine Swords Tower. Just go through one more round of elimination, and you can participate in the real Nine Swords Championship!"

  The old man in white smiled and said: "According to statistics, this time through the screening competition, we eliminated more than 9.8 million people."

  "About 110,000 people were eliminated through screening."

  Wow!

  Everyone was amazed when they heard this data.

  Suddenly, there were over a hundred million geniuses coming to compete. After eliminating more than 90 million, there were still over 1.1 million people left. You should know that according to the requirements of the third layer, those who made it through all had the standard of Martial Gods!

  "Everyone here is under the age of eighteen, and they all have the level of a Martial God!" Tang Lin was shocked in his heart, "The entire continent is so vast, yet it has given birth to so many geniuses."

  The old man in white robes looked around the entire scene and said, "Next is the second round of eliminations, the real Nine Swords Competition, only one million people will be selected to participate! In this elimination round, only the top one million people will be recorded!"

  Everyone's heart is tense.

  Tang Lin secretly said: "Actually, it's going to be such a large-scale elimination again, competing for 10,000 names? I don't know how intense the competition will be..."

  But thinking about it, it makes sense.

  110,000 people, if fighting one-on-one, how long would it take?

  "The second round of the elimination match will be held in the 'Nine Swords Realm'. This Nine Swords Realm was created by the Nine Swords Immortal of the White Feather Sect. Inside, there are countless demons and monsters, with the lowest being 10,000 years of cultivation and the highest being 50,000 years of cultivation!"

  Tang Lin knew that Wan Nian's Dao Line was equivalent to the peak strength of a Martial God.

  Thirty thousand years is equivalent to being half-sage.

  Fifty thousand years is the realm of the Holy Body.

  If one reaches a cultivation of 100,000 years and then undergoes transformation, their strength will be close to that of a Shore Realm strong practitioner.

  Tang Lin subdued the purple-winged roc on Mount Xiezhong, which was a 100,000-year-old demon.

  "After you enter the Nine Swords Realm, each of you will receive an independent illusory space. The demons and monsters you kill are all creatures within the illusion, and your own strength will not be affected in any way. If you die inside, it is equivalent to failure." The white-robed old man said.

  "Illusory realm?" Tang Lin's heart secretly trembled, "That Nine Swords Immortal opened up this Nine Swords Realm and can even make the Nine Swords Realm transform into over a million independent illusory spaces, this is simply, simply abnormal, what kind of powerful spiritual energy is required to achieve this?"

  "For every demon you kill, you'll get points."

  The old man in white robes smiled and said: "Killing a million-year-old demon will earn you one battle achievement point!"

  "Killed 20,000 years of demonic evil, obtained five battle achievement points."

  "Killed 30,000 years of demonic evil, obtained 10 combat merit points."

  "Similarly, for every additional 10,000 years of Dao cultivation, five merit points are added."

  "The time to enter the Nine Swords Realm is one month. Within this month, if you achieve a ranking of top 10,000 in battle points, you will be eligible to participate."

  The old man in white spoke, and everything fell silent.

  Tang Lin's eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he clenched his fists, "Kill the demon?" The Demon-Subduing Master was most skilled at this sort of thing!

  "Go, all you geniuses." The white-robed elder waved his hand and the nine sword towers on the high stone platform flew into the sky, shrinking before disappearing. Then, in the empty space above the platform, a dark vortex appeared, like a gate to another world.

  "In three hours, the countdown begins." The old man in white robes said loudly.

  Wow!

  Everyone rushed towards the dark whirlpool immediately.

  Tang Lin followed the crowd and disappeared in a flash. Before long, he entered this dark vortex. As soon as he stepped in, it felt like one foot was stepping into thin air, and then his line of sight suddenly opened up to reveal a dark and ancient world.

  In front of me was a vast desert, with strong winds blowing through countless dead trees.

  All geniuses stand on empty ground, staring blankly in all directions.

  "Geniuses." A red-haired burly man appeared above the crowd, saying: "In three hours, you will enter your respective fantasy realms for a month. Hope you all work hard." After finishing speaking, he disappeared without a trace.

  Three hours passed quickly.

  All geniuses held their breaths in anticipation of the next fantasy battle.

  Tang Lin waited quietly. Suddenly, the line of sight in front of him twisted instantly, and the figures of all the geniuses around him disappeared. Only he was left alone. In the distance, a dark cloud rolled in, mixed with surging demonic energy.

  "Have you entered the fantasy realm?"

  Tang Lin's eyes flashed, his palm flipped over, and the magic sword appeared out of thin air. He was about to pull out a few talismans from his storage ring to enhance his speed, but found that no matter how he tried to summon them, they wouldn't come out.

  "Can't we use talismans in this illusion? Ah, yes. Talismans are consumables. If everyone carries a set of talismans, killing demons would be easy, and this war of genius would become a war of wealth."

  Tang Linming suddenly came to his senses. He grasped the magic sword tightly and rushed towards the dark clouds in the sky alone.

  In this dark cloud, a black-scaled serpent with nine tails is visible. It has detailed records in the "Yao Dian" of the Town Demon Clan.

  Tang Lin licked his mouth and charged at it with his sword!

  ……

  Tianyu Castle, Hongchen Wine House.

  In the midst of the bustling world, a serene and peaceful wine house. The ancient fragrance and color are filled with charm, carrying a hint of melancholy, the most famous here is the Red Dust Wine.

  It is said that no one can drink a third cup of Red Dust wine, no matter how good your capacity is, three cups will knock you down.

  Getting drunk has its benefits, it can make you forget all your troubles. The happiest thing in life is to not remember.

  Only by forgetting can one always be happy.

  There are some people who can manage to be nonchalant about it, but almost no one can manage to forget.

  At this moment, on the top floor of the Red Dust Tavern, two people were drinking and eating at a elegant table by the window. The person on the left was robust and majestic, but his expression had a hint of elegance, it was Tang Lin's newly-bowed-to master, Iron Lion.

  The man on the right, dressed in white, seemed like a handsome young master, but his temples had a few strands of frosty white hair. His narrow and deep eyes were filled with a long-suffered silence.

  Having seen too many things, one becomes silent.

  "I heard that you recently accepted a new disciple, who has made it through the eighth floor of the Nine Swords Tower?" The young man in white gazed out the window, his smile like a sorrowful ray of sunshine.

  Tie Shi burst out laughing and said, "Yes, this time I didn't misjudge. But what I don't know is whether this kid has used his full strength or not. If he has used his full strength and only reached the eighth floor, then it's going to be very difficult for him to enter the top 100. But if he only used 80% of his power to get through the eighth floor, then there's still some hope."

  "If he really can enter the top 100, then congratulations to you for picking up a treasure. That Wind Feather back then was ranked first among the Nine Swords, unparalleled and supreme, but now after just three thousand short years have passed, it's almost about to be listed as an immortal class, your disciple in ten thousand years later will probably also achieve this accomplishment."

  Tie Shi hastily shook his head and said, "I don't dare to have such high hopes. Even after another ten thousand years, it's hard to say whether I myself can become an immortal, let alone him. The path to immortality is difficult to find, this depends on fate."

  The young man in white smiled and said, "Don't be modest, I know how much strength you have."

  Tie Shi glared at him for a moment, then burst out laughing and said, "I knew nothing could be hidden from you. I wonder how far my disciple will rank in this second round of eliminations?"

  "In that Sword Tower, the battles only test speed, strength and martial arts boundaries, but a real fight requires many more things."

  "This second round of eliminations tests the means of slaughter, the skills to deal with demons, and one's own martial arts and treasures." The young man in white smiled and said: "In those days, a young master of the Demon-Suppressing Tribe achieved the first place in the ranking points, but during the actual tournament, he barely made it into the top 100."

  "That's what I'm saying." Tiesheng said: "But the more battle points you get, the stronger a person is."

  "Not bad, just wait until tomorrow noon and I'll announce a battle achievement point. You can take a look then." The young man in white smiled.

  ……

  The second watch has arrived, and there are still three more watches tonight!!

  The monthly ticket is only 5 votes away from being caught up, we are growing, and the ones behind are also rising. The top ten rankings have already been decided, and only Lao Gu and eleventh place are suspenseful.

  The last seven hours.

  If Lao Gu can hold on to the top ten, there will be a sixth update at 12 o'clock!!

  Sincerely begging for a monthly ticket. Lao Gu didn't save drafts, writing so much in one day is almost unimaginable, fortunately, I slept well last night and had the energy today.