Right Ox Peak, top of the peak!
"Scram!"
Even though he was facing a peak ninth grade Martial Saint, Yu Haoran's attitude and tone were still as domineering as ever.
"Die!"
The skinny old man, who also didn't like to talk nonsense, reached out with his left hand, which was as thin as a claw, towards the top of Yu Haoran's head the moment Yu Haoran scolded him.
Using the Law of Speed, Yu Haoran quickly dodged the skinny old man's hand. He took out his purple staff and took a deep breath.
"Overturning Rivers and Seas!"
With the power of the Ancestral Witch's body and the staff technique of the Monkey Emperor, the purple staff was like the scythe of the Grim Reaper. It went straight for the skinny old man's head.
When the skinny old man sensed the strength of a quasi Martial Saint from the incoming purple rod, he knew that he had provoked a heaven-defying demon-level genius. He also knew that he was no match for Yu Haoran.
Therefore, he wanted to admit defeat and admit defeat.
However, the staff technique suddenly accelerated. Just as he opened his mouth to admit defeat, the purple staff heavily smashed into his head.
"Sizzle …!"
A lofty expert at the peak of the ninth grade Martial Saint realm had not even been able to resist a single strike of the staff technique as he had been directly smashed into meat paste. The strength that Yu Haoran had displayed earlier immediately caused everyone present to involuntarily suck in a breath of cold air.
His strong body could directly clamp a high-grade Martial Emperor Artifact. As an early third grade Martial Saint, he could directly kill a peak ninth grade Martial Saint expert.
At this moment, even if Yu Haoran didn't take the initiative to introduce himself, everyone knew that he had an extraordinary background. It was very likely that he was a disciple of a family that had existed for hundreds of thousands of years.
Since even a peak ninth grade Martial Saint expert couldn't block a single staff attack from this young man, the dozen or so experts of the same cultivation level in front of the Sword Tower wouldn't seek their own deaths.
Just as Yu Haoran's cold gaze looked over, they immediately stepped aside, allowing Yu Haoran to smoothly arrive in front of the Sword Tower.
The Sword Tower stood at the top of the Right Ox Peak. It was only nine meters tall, but it gave people the feeling that they needed to look up.
The exquisite and clear tower allowed people to see that there were eighty-one floors in the Sword Tower, which corresponded to the ninth grade and ninth grade of the Martial Saint realm.
Looking at the familiar Sword Tower in front of him, Yu Haoran's eyes showed a look of reminiscence.
In his previous life, he had entered the Sword Tower three times. Relying on his cultivation and knowledge in the way of the sword, he finally reached the sixtieth floor, which was equivalent to a fourth grade Martial Saint.
Now, although his cultivation was much higher than his previous life, he wasn't too confident that he could pass the sixtieth floor.
After all, after his reincarnation, he gradually lost his grasp of the essence of swordsmanship due to the neglect of his swordsmanship.
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Therefore, he intended to take advantage of this period of time to carefully recall the memories of the essence of sword techniques from his previous life, and see how many levels of the Sword Tower he could reach in his first attempt.
But before that, he still needed to occupy a spot to enter the Sword Tower.
There were four doors at the bottom of the Sword Tower, which corresponded to the east, west, south, and north respectively.
Among them, the east, west, and north doors were the entrances to the Sword Tower, while the south door was the exit.
At this moment, in front of the east, west, and north doors, there were three experts who looked like ants sitting cross-legged.
Yu Haoran knew that this was the influence of the rules.
In fact, the Sword Tower that looked like it was only nine meters tall was actually more than ten thousand meters tall. However, it was limited by a special rule, which caused the Sword Tower to shrink to a height of nine meters.
Similarly, under the influence of the rule of reducing the height of the Sword Tower, all the Martial Saints who were close to the Sword Tower would automatically shrink and eventually become the size of the three experts sitting cross-legged in front of the Sword Tower.
Of course, this shrinking was only in the eyes of the bystanders. To the Martial Saints who were close to the Sword Tower, they didn't feel anything.
Walking towards the Sword Tower, Yu Haoran, who was gradually shrinking under everyone's gaze, came to the east door first.
This was a middle-aged expert who was about fifty years old. He was wearing a light blue sword robe and had a long breath.
Just seeing the appearance of the middle-aged expert in the sword robe, Yu Haoran turned and walked towards the north door.
This was because the middle-aged expert in the sword robe was called Qian Shuhao. He was a rogue Martial Saint who was proficient in the way of the sword. He was a peak Martial Saint who had reached the third tribulation.
With his current strength, even if he used the secret technique of overdrawing the blood of the Ancestral Witch, it would be difficult to defeat him. He could only give up helplessly.
He walked quickly to the north door.
This was a handsome young man who was less than thirty years old. He was wearing a dazzling starlight robe, which set off his extraordinary background.
Even in the state where his eyes were closed and he was regulating his breath, there was still a faint smile on his face, giving people a gentle feeling that made them want to get close to him.
Sighing softly and shaking his head, Yu Haoran walked towards the west door.
The young man in the starlight robe who was sitting at the north door was called Liu Xing, nicknamed Liu Xing. He came from the High Heaven Pavilion, one of the seven top sects. He was also the only disciple of the current High Heaven Pavilion Master.
Although his cultivation was only at the peak of the ninth grade Martial Saint, his true strength was not inferior to that of a second tribulation Martial Saint.
Of course, if he used the secret technique of the Ancestral Witch, Yu Haoran was confident that he could take his life in three moves.
However, in his previous life, Liu Xing had saved his life three times. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to take his place in the Sword Tower.
After walking to the west door, Yu Haoran's eyes flashed with a cold light.
This was because the middle-aged martial artist sitting at the west door was called Zhuo Yucheng. He was a deacon from the Yuxu Temple's underground palace. He was also one of the enemies who had led a team to kill him in his previous life.
"Get lost!"
Quickly walking in front of Zhuo Yucheng, Yu Haoran forcefully suppressed the killing intent that was constantly surging in his body and scolded him with a frosty voice.
"Brat, do you know who you are talking to?" Zhuo Yucheng opened his eyes and asked with a gloomy face.
"I'll count to three!"
In order to avoid being found out that he was purposely targeting the Yuxu Temple, Yu Haoran gave a time limit as if he was dealing with the young man from the Wu Clan.
"Brat, I think you are tired of living!"
As the head of the seven top sects in the Profound Sky Continent and a deacon of the Yuxu Temple's underground palace, no matter where Zhuo Yucheng went, he would be treated as a distinguished guest.
Even in the Twin Bull Mountain that was not ruled by any power, no one dared to provoke or make things difficult for him. Otherwise, how could he, with his cultivation at the peak of the eighth grade Martial Saint, obtain a place to enter the Sword Tower?
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