After the villain resigned

The eighth floor, just pass this floor, you can face the tower guard Bai Chengshen directly.

Fortunately, their speed was fast enough, and the bronze key on the eighth floor has not yet fallen into the hands of anyone.

As soon as Jiang Yi stepped into the area on the eighth floor, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

Logically speaking, there should be nearly a hundred monks on the eighth floor, but Jiang Yi glanced around, and there were only three people left.

The remaining three people took the bronze key suspended in mid-air as the center point, occupied a corner, restrained each other, and no one dared to take an extra step.

To be able to persevere to this point, these three people are all the best in the grand gathering of thousands of sects, and each of them has the strength of the Earth Spirit Realm, which should not be underestimated.

One of them was an acquaintance, and it was the sorceress Su Ai who was kidnapped on the street that day.

Su Ai raised her eyes, looked at the three people who had entered the eighth floor, parted her red lips slightly, and let out a chuckle, "A change has come."

One of the middle-aged monks didn't even turn his head, and said impatiently: "Witch, don't do any fancy tricks, or just fight and grind."

There was also a young monk with a soft face, who also smiled when he heard the words, and said, "Witch, why don't we cooperate and kill him and enter the ninth floor together."

As soon as this sentence came out, the middle-aged monk's eyebrows trembled, but he still pretended to be calm and asked, "How do you know that two people can enter?"

The young monk said calmly, "Just look at them."

The middle-aged monk then turned his head and looked over. There were three more people in the corner of the eighth floor out of thin air, presumably they were promoted from the seventh floor.

"Three people..." The middle-aged monk withdrew his gaze, "One for each, let's settle it first and then talk slowly?"

Su Ai lazily glanced at the three people, bit her red lips with her white teeth, and said ambiguously, "I didn't expect such a fate."

The middle-aged monk sneered and said, "Your concubine again?" As he spoke, he turned into a flash of lightning and grabbed Jiang Yiyi. The second half of the sentence was a little slower than his movements, and it took a while before it was transmitted. Come here, "...don't be overwhelmed."

Su Ai glanced at the young monk beside her and said, "You choose."

The young monk was worried that Su Ai would take the opportunity to steal the bronze key, so he said cautiously, "Together."

Su Ai raised her hand to cover her lips, and let out a laugh like a silver bell, "Then let's go together."

After the words fell, the two shot at the same time, Su Ai chose Zhou Siwei, and the young monk chose Xu Zhenying - after all, among the combination of these three, the little girl seemed the most harmless.

But the young monk didn't know that Xu Zhenying was actually the most powerful of the three.

In an instant, the peaceful atmosphere on the eighth floor was broken.

Su Ai's body was soft and boneless, wrapped around Zhou Siwei's side like a silk satin.

Her waist bent into an inconceivable arc, dodging the Sleeping Dragon Sword in Zhou Siwei's hand, her upper body suddenly lifted up, and put Zhou Siwei's shoulders from behind.

"You..." Su Ai's voice seemed to have some demagogic effect, and people couldn't help but stop their hands to listen to what she said, "Your sword will not be able to hurt me."

These words penetrated Zhou Siwei's ears, his sword hand dropped involuntarily, and he couldn't even think of hurting the woman in front of him.

A coquettish smile appeared on the corner of Su Ai's mouth, but the movements of her hands were fierce, which did not match her flowery face.

Seeing that her hand was about to break Zhou Siwei's neck, Jiang Yiyi's voice suddenly sounded nearby. He was distracted from the intensive attack and shouted loudly: "Zhou Siwei!"

Xu Zhenying was the only one in the audience who could do anything with ease. When she heard the shout, she also looked over and reminded, "Senior brother! She cultivates the spirit of speech!"

The spirit of words, what you say will come true.

After this interruption, Zhou Siwei broke free from Su Ai's words, twisted the Dragon Sword in his palm, and stabbed the person behind him without hesitation.

Su Ai's red lips opened and closed, and she wanted to say something, but the sword light struck her in front of her, so she could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily, and had no time to say a complete sentence.

Being unable to speak means that the speech spirit cannot be generated, and Su Ai has lost her greatest support.

Su Ai retreated further and further until her back was leaning against the white jade stone wall, and there was no way to retreat. Seeing that the sharp edge of the sword was about to fall on her body, she widened her eyes and shouted: "Stop!"

After the voice fell, no matter whether it was the condensing spell or the sword's edge in mid-air, they all stopped.

Even a tiny speck of dust stayed in the air, not falling down for a long time.

Time was frozen.

This move caused great damage to Su Ai, her red lips lost their color, and her slender body was crumbling.

She exhausted all her strength and walked towards the place where the bronze key was.

Su Ai walked very slowly, but no one could stop her. Those soft and slender hands were about to hold the bronze key, and a sword came through the air, slashing across Su Ai's face, a bunch of black hair It was cut off by the sharp air and floated down, passed through the bronze key and nailed it straight to the wall.

Ding--

It was as if a switch had been flipped.

Formed by condensed magic arts, the blade of the sword slashed down, and even the little dust slowly fell to the ground.

Time that stopped began to flow again.

Jiang Yi stretched out his hand, "Come back."

The Sword of Ten Prisons nailed to the white jade wall returned to its owner, along with a bronze key.

Even though the time was no longer paused, the people present still stopped and looked at Jiang Yiyi.

Jiang Yi held the bronze key, and smiled embarrassedly, "What are you looking at me for?"

Su Ai was the first to react and said, "How about we cooperate and enter the ninth floor together to defeat Baichengshen."

The middle-aged monk immediately revealed Su Ai's old background, "The witch is best at telling what she says, so be careful, don't be fooled by her sweet words."

The young monk also agreed: "Exactly, why not cooperate with me."

Jiang Yi seemed to be moved, with a pensive look on his face.

At this moment, those three people shot at the same time, and the target was the bronze key in Jiang Yi's hand.

The words just now are just used to confuse the opponents. It is impossible for them to cooperate with others and enter the ninth floor together.

Because, there is only one top name in the Wanzong Grand Festival, and everyone wants to win it.

It was impossible for Jiang Yi to face the three monks in the Earth Spirit Realm. Without hesitation, he threw the bronze key to Zhou Siwei and shouted, "Go!"

Zhou Siwei caught the warm key and hesitated for a moment.

The three wanted to shift their target immediately, but were blocked by the people in front.

Jiang Yi stood in front of Zhou Siwei with one sword and one sword. He raised the Ten Prison Sword slowly, pointed at the three people in front of him, and said, "I'll wait for you."

It was with Zhou Siwei.

Jiang Yi didn't say much, and directly confronted the three people with his sword. He changed his style from the past, and his moves were ruthless, but there was a soul-stirring beauty in this ruthlessness.

Zhou Siwei no longer hesitated, Jiang Yi believed him, and he also believed Jiang Yi.

So Zhou Siwei picked up the key and opened the door leading to the ninth floor.

It's just that he looked back at Jiang Yi's straight back for the last time, turned around and entered the door.

As soon as he entered the ninth floor, a bone-chilling chill quickly surrounded him.

Different from the white jade color of other layers, every corner of the ninth layer is covered with white frost and snow.

The soles of Zhou Siwei's feet stepped on the thin snow on the ground, the cold air rushed up from his feet, and instantly condensed into a layer of crushed ice.

The celestial aura here was filled with a sense of coldness, Zhou Siwei stood there, even a little white frost inevitably fell on his eyelashes.

There is only one person on the ninth floor.

Bai Yujing, Baicheng Shen.

He was sitting on a throne carved out of ice and snow. He didn't move. His black hair was covered with snowflakes. At first glance, he thought it was a cold sculpture, without any smell of human fireworks.

After a while, Bai Chengshen seemed to realize that there was an extra person on the ninth floor of the Baiyu Pagoda, and said, "It turned out to be you." He was clearly talking to Zhou Siwei, but his eyes did not fall on Zhou Siwei, "It's so boring It's..."

Bai Cheng sighed deeply, slightly disappointed, "I thought someone stronger would come." He looked down at his palm, not considering Zhou Siwei as an opponent at all, "I don't like winning too easily .”

"These words..." Zhou Siwei took a step forward, pointing the Dragon Sword in his hand at the person on the Frozen Throne, "If you win, there's still time to say it."

Bai Chengshen's fingers moved slightly closer together, and with this movement, the snowflakes on the ground rolled onto his hands, and the ice and snow were cast into a crystal clear lotus flower, "I don't like talking nonsense with dead people." Let go of your fingers, The lotus floated into the air and was thrown towards Zhou Siwei at an extremely fast speed.

This is a small and exquisite lotus flower, but the size of a palm.

But during the flight, countless frosts were absorbed on it, and in front of Zhou Siwei, it was already a colossal monster that overwhelmed the sky.

Zhou Siwei swung his sword.

A flash of white light flashed, and the dragon sword slashed on the lotus, only a click sound was heard, and countless cracks appeared on the transparent and smooth surface of the lotus.

Streams of icy air emerged from the gaps in the lotus and entangled on the Dragon Sword. After a short while, the sword was covered with layers of frost, spreading to Zhou Siwei's hand. Frozen it alive into an ice sculpture.

Zhou Siwei didn't let go of the hilt of his sword, but instead held the sword down forcefully.

The ice lotus didn't hold on for too long, it split in two and fell to the ground with a bang, causing the sky to be filled with snow and fog, making it difficult to see the scenery in front of you clearly.

Zhou Siwei's hands were already frozen, and he couldn't feel any warmth.

He pulled out the Frost-covered Sleeping Dragon Sword, a golden light flashed across the blade, and a dragon chant sounded invisible, and then the frost and snow on the sword shattered and fell down.

Before the snowflakes in the air calmed down, a cold wind blew up in the ninth floor space for no reason.

"Frozen..." Accompanied by the cold wind, came a voice that did not contain any emotion.

The gentle snowflakes became crazy, instigated by the cold wind, they gathered together and turned into countless sharp icicles, pointing at Zhou Siwei from all directions.

"...Thousands of miles" Bai Chengshen said the following two words slowly.

Following his driving, the surrounding icicles moved towards the person standing in the middle.

Desperation is everywhere!