The nineteenth step of the ladder.
Fang Chen looked at the Long family sword cultivator who was taking a rest: "Is Lu Bingbing here?"
Someone pointed to the top with a complicated expression: "He's up."
"Thanks."
Fang Chen nodded lightly and walked towards the Sun family sword cultivator.
"what are you up to."
A Sun family sword cultivator turned pale:
"We are not Sun Susu's people, nor are we Sun Yi's people."
"Is it from the Sun family?"
"……yes."
"That's fine."
Seeing Fang Chen continue to climb higher and kill every time he met a Sun family sword cultivator, the expressions of the Sun family's loose immortals became extremely gloomy.
On the other hand, there are a few Sanxian in the Long family who don't look very good, but they hide it very well and don't show too many emotions.
The twentieth level of the ladder.
"Is Lu Bingbing here?"
"Go up."
"Thanks."
The twenty-third level of the ladder.
Level 28 Ladder.
The thirtieth level of the ladder.
One day has passed, and now it is the evening of the second day after the Sword Burial Ladder was opened.
After boarding the 30th step of the ladder, Fang Chen suddenly felt his shoulders sinking, and the invisible pressure became heavier and heavier.
My legs felt like they were filled with lead water. Every step I took was very difficult. There were seventy steps up the ladder.
He somewhat understood why few people had been able to climb the Sword Burial Staircase for many years.
Fortunately, he can still bear the pressure now, it's nothing.
"After level 60, things become really difficult."
Fang Chen sat cross-legged on the ground, planning to rest for half an hour to regain his strength.
At the same time, someone has climbed to the thirty-third level of the ladder, and they are all popular in all major markets.
The rest are all at thirty-one and thirty-two, and some are resting on the thirty-level ladder.
The sword cultivators of the Sun family were still a little panicked at first. They had not had time to recover their physical strength. Now they would probably fall halfway up if they climbed up.
But Fang Chen had already killed many of their colleagues down there, and if he didn't climb up, he would most likely be the victim of his sword. When he didn't know what to do, he found that Fang Chen had started to take a rest...
"This might be our chance."
The nearby Sun family sword cultivators looked at each other and exchanged glances.
The Long family sword cultivator didn't intend to pay any attention to it, nor did they intend to remind Fang Chen. In their opinion, the relationship between Fang Chen and the Sun family sword cultivator was like dog eating dog.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, let's call a truce. The people who provoked you are dead. We are just following orders. There is no need to fight for life or death on the Sword Burial Staircase. Everyone's goal is to reach the top."
A Sun family sword cultivator walked toward Fang Chen. When he was about ten feet away, he stopped with a sincere look on his face.
"That's fine."
Fang Chen did not open his eyes and nodded slightly.
Suddenly, the eyes of these Sun family sword cultivators showed a chill. They looked at each other, immediately stood up, and surrounded Fang Chen with their swords in hand.
"He has killed so many people and climbed here without stopping. He is obviously exhausted. Showing cowardice at this time will undoubtedly expose the weakness to the opponent."
A sword cultivator from the Long family shook his head slightly.
The rest of the people did not intend to speak, but just watched quietly while adjusting their breathing rhythm to regain their strength as soon as possible.
"Don't you want a truce?"
Fang Chen opened his eyes, his gray-white pupils showing no emotion.
The Sun family sword cultivators stopped one after another, standing about ten feet away from Fang Chen, their eyes moving back and forth on Fang Chen, silently communicating with their eyes.
The person in front of them is blind, so as long as they don't speak and keep the noise to a minimum, they can avenge those colleagues today.
The Sun family sword cultivator did not respond. After a few breaths, they all hit the floor with their swords, making a crisp sound.
The knocking sound was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes far, sometimes close, covering up the sound of their footsteps.
In the void, the immortals of the Sun family saw this scene, and they all showed long-lost smiles.
This group of swordsmen are not particularly brainless, and they would think of using this method to deal with the enemy.
Suddenly, a ray of sword light shot towards Fang Chen.
Fang Chen lightly swiped his sword, and the long sword that came like an arrow was immediately knocked away.
The person who drew the sword did not approach, but used the sword as a hidden weapon.
"The sword cultivators of Prison Wind Land... who look like you are just superficial and have lost their character."
Fang Chen sighed softly and walked towards the crowd with his sword in hand.
Those knocking sounds not only did not hinder him, but also allowed him to more accurately locate the location of this group of Sun family sword cultivators.
Several sword cultivators walked silently towards Fang Chen. Under the cover of the knocking sound, their footsteps were almost undetectable.
Soon, they approached Fang Chen from all directions. Just as they were about to draw their swords, they were instantly greeted by a violent storm of sword flowers.
Several people couldn't even block a single move and died one after another. One of them was still alive and asked unwillingly:
"How do you know we..."
"Just because you can't hear your footsteps doesn't mean that I can't hear them. The blood flowing in your bodies is like the waves of a river in my ears."
Fang Chen explained softly, stabbed his eyebrow with a sword, then drew his sword and walked towards the remaining people.
This was another one-sided killing. No matter whether these sword cultivators were Fusion Stage monks or Hedao Stage monks in the outside world, none of them could withstand a single move in Fang Chen's hands at this moment.
The sword cultivators of the Long family were stunned, and one of them said in astonishment: "How do I feel...that the people of the Sun family sent themselves to his sword?"
"I feel it too..."
Everyone was shocked, could a mortal's swordsmanship really reach this level?
A layman looks at the excitement, and an expert looks at the secret. Even the casual immortals only think that Fang Chen is very brave, but some of the Immortal King Sword Cultivators they brought gradually see the secret.
"Kexiu, do you know the methods of sword cultivation in the ascension stage?"
Zhu Yunchen said suddenly.
Zhu Kexiu was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Father, normally speaking, two Ascension Stage Sword Cultivators working together might be able to escape unscathed from a First-Run Sanxian."
"Yes, according to common sense, this is the calculation. Although the skills of each sword cultivator in the ascension stage may be strong or weak, the difference will not be too big.
However... this son's master, Li Jingnian, after being promoted to the Ascension Stage, was able to escape from the First Stage Sanxian alone, and even had the ability to hurt the opponent."
Zhu Yunchen said calmly.
"Is there such a thing!?"
Zhu Kexiu couldn't believe it.
He knew that the sword cultivator's offensive power was extremely terrifying, but no matter how terrifying it was, there was a limit.
"If this son is to ascend, he should be like Li Jingnian."
Zhu Yunchen sighed softly: "They are all born for the sword. Such talents are beyond the reach of ordinary people."
"Dad...you mean...he really has hope of climbing to the top?"
Zhu Kexiu took a breath.
"If no one stops him, he has a 90% chance of reaching the summit. Now... it's about 40%."
Zhu Yunchen said.
"Four percent……"
Zhu Kexiu looked a little ugly.
Even if there is no one to stop an ordinary swordsman, the chance of reaching the top is less than 1%, but the one in front of him still has a 40% chance even if there is someone to stop him!
Chapter completed!