Mo Po 'er's expression was very interesting.
Ever since Luo Zheng entered the city, Mo Po 'er had sensed that Luo Zheng's background was not ordinary.
However, he did not expect Luo Zheng to obtain 14 true meaning spirit swords so easily.
He was very clear about the array formed by the true meaning spirit swords.
It was actually very easy to obtain the first three true meaning spirit swords. However, the fourth to ninth true meaning spirit swords were more difficult.
The difficulty of obtaining the tenth to seventeenth true meaning spirit swords would increase by another level!
Mo Po 'er had tried it once before. When he was about to obtain the tenth true meaning spirit sword, he was hit by three swords. Instantly, his vision turned black and he was kicked out of the array …
Therefore, his limit was also only snatching away nine true intent spirit swords.
Now, Luo Zheng had obtained 14 swords. It seemed that obtaining 17 swords should not be a problem.
In the 87 god cities under the Wood Region, there were very few true gods who could obtain 17 true meaning spirit swords.
This guy … might be able to obtain a spot to participate in the Dao Battle!
If he really participated in the Dao Battle, hehe, not only would he secure the position of city lord, he would also have to extort Uncle Yun.
Just as he was dreaming, the white-clothed Mo Dian walked over. "How is it?"
Mo Dian was busy with some personal matters today and came late. Naturally, he was also curious about the performance of the young true god yesterday.
"See for yourself." Mo Po 'er smiled and pointed at the array.
Mo Dian knew that this Luo Zheng's performance should not be bad. At least, it should not be a problem for him to pass through the array's selection. If even Ruo Mu did not have the right to go up, then he was really wrong.
However, when he glanced over, his expression froze.
He saw Luo Zheng casually floating a true meaning spirit sword in front of him and behind him. Beside Luo Zheng, those true meaning spirit swords were already neatly arranged in a fan shape, circling around Luo Zheng non-stop.
"So many!" After being stunned for a while, Mo Dian exclaimed. Then, he counted, "One, two, three …"
"15 swords, no need to count. Also, this guy seems to be doing it with ease," Mo Po 'er continued.
"With ease? Doesn't that mean … this fellow will be able to obtain seventeen?" Mo Dian asked.
Mo Po 'er had a blissful smile on her face. "I think so. Seventeen is his limit."
"Haha," Mo Dian laughed dryly. He did not expect this to happen. He originally thought that this young man would be like Mo Po 'er, and it would be good if he could get the ninth sword. He did not expect Luo Zheng to be able to do this.
"But what's up with these True Meaning Spirit Swords? Why are they humming non-stop?" Mo Dian stared at Luo Zheng and asked.
Mo Po 'er shrugged. "Who knows … Who knows what method that brat used?"
As they discussed, Luo Zheng's figure moved forward and backward. Suddenly, two more Sword of Trueness floated up.
Seventeen!
The group of Real Gods who were queuing not far away suddenly burst into cries of surprise.
"I really couldn't tell that this lower True God looks ordinary, but he's actually so formidable. In this short while, he actually seized 17 true intent spirit swords!"
"He's too strong. He's probably qualified to participate in the Dao Contest?"
"I've heard that there are less than 200 Real Gods in the 87 cities of the Sword race who can seize 17 swords. Out of these 200 Real Gods, about 50 of them are qualified to participate in the Dao Contest and compete with those from the wealthy families. This person … has a one in four chance!"
To many Real Gods, the probability of actually participating in the Dao Contest was too low. Most of them were just here to try their luck, exchange Sanskrit, or enter the Ruo Mu to experience. It was also very beneficial.
Seeing Luo Zheng's performance, these Real Gods were naturally very envious.
As for the two brothers from the Wang Family, they went from disdain to contempt, to respect, to shock, and now, they were silent …
This person that the City Lord had brought was not on the same level as them.
"Seventeen swords is his limit," Mo Po 'er said with a smile. She looked as if she had already expected this.
Mo Dian stroked the beard on his chin and laughed. "I think that this brat might be able to reach a higher level? Seize all the True Meaning Spirit Swords? "
Mo Po 'er glanced at Mo Dian, then said lightly, "Elder Dian, are you still asleep? It's not like you don't know about this damned array. After seventeen swords, the swords on that path are mixed with Crimson Fire Thunder. Although this thing can't cause any damage to the soul, the pain is unbearable even for a Perfect Perfection … "
"I'm just joking, haha." Mo Dian laughed dryly.
In the history of this Sword God City, there were three Real Gods who had seized more than seventeen swords.
Two of them had seized eighteen swords, while the other had seized twenty.
The Real God who had seized twenty swords was originally from the Sword race. It was said that he had grown up outside the race. After returning to the race, he suddenly soared to the sky. That person from the Sword race had already cultivated to Perfect Perfection!
As for those who had seized twenty-three swords, not a single one had appeared.
"Brother Luo, you don't want to give up. If you continue to seize the eighteenth sword, I'm afraid you'll suffer," Mo Po 'er said with a smile.
After this conversation …
Luo Zheng charged forward again.
When he was halfway through this path, he already felt that something was amiss.
The rain of swords on both sides of this path contained traces of crimson lightning, and the speed of these swords actually increased.
"Pu!"
Before he could charge into the first blind spot, he was struck by a Sword of True Intent.
"Pipa!"
The moment the sword pierced through, Luo Zheng felt an unbearable pain in his soul. In that instant, he felt as if his head was going to explode. That pain seemed to reach the depths of his soul, and he couldn't resist it at all.
In front of this pain, his strong willpower seemed to become a joke.
Even so, Luo Zheng still endured the intense pain and escaped into the blind spot, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"What the hell …"
After confirming that his soul wasn't harmed, Luo Zheng looked at those red swords and couldn't help but cry out.
Outside the formation, Mo Po 'er and Mo Dian looked at the trembling Luo Zheng and smiled as if they had already expected this.
After a while, that soul-piercing pain slowly disappeared. When he looked at those Sword of True Intent again, his gaze became serious.
He originally wanted to take all the Sword of True Intent in one go, but now he understood that this wasn't an easy task.
If he had been pierced through three times by those red swords, he was afraid that he would have fainted straight away …
"Give up?"
Luo Zheng also knew that he had already done enough. He had already far exceeded the requirements of climbing up to Ruo Mu.
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