Chapter one hundred and ninety, the octagon circle

"I'm sure, and you're going to fail miserably. "

Sun Ce said dryly, ignoring his mentor, who was at the top of his game.

Sun Ce's voice wasn't loud, but it was loud and clear. Everyone's mind was playing catch up with Sun Ce's words, and everyone was whispering.

"It's so bold! This Sun Ce, thinking it's a ranking of more than 2,000, can be so bold? Shameless! "

An elite disciple looked at him with a gloomy expression, because he was one of Sun Ce's disciples who had challenged his mentor.

"To have a sword fight with your teacher is to humiliate yourself. "

At this time the inner disciples are also disdainful of saying.

"It's not humiliating to lose to a mentor, but it's just too crazy to let a mentor kill his spirit. "

At this time countless people are mocking Sun Ce, voice is not big, but those voices really spread to Sun Ce's ears, Sun Ce listened to these sharp words, there is not much shock in the heart, if a person is called a poor devil, if he really was a pauper, he would be furious and furious, but if the Pauper was a millionaire, he would smile, precisely because Sun Ce had no magnetic field to match, sun Ce just didn't care, and for them it was unbelievable.

"Ha ha ha, well, if I win, then you will be my disciple! "

The mentor spoke directly and made a bet with Sun Ce, which was a good opportunity for him to catch Sun Ce.

"okay, but what if you lose? "

Sun Ce asked the instructor.

"then you won't have to pass the exam and you'll be promoted to an elite student. That's the right qualification. "

The man's mentor was confident that Sun Ce would not win.

"Wow, elite students, AH, do not go to the test, the inner disciple to promote elite students too heavy task! "

"The elite students will be given 100 Lingshi every month, and there will be unique merits and virtues of the elite students, and a set of top fashion will be given out! "

At this time, countless people admire Sun Ce, although in their eyes, this condition is impossible to achieve, but just think it is exciting, which also shows the importance of the tutor to Sun Ce.

"Well, I remember crazy Xianmen, there is an octagonal sword array! Up to now, the octagonal sword array has never been broken right! "

Sun Ce said dryly.

"Eightfold! Will he fight eightfold? Eightfold? "

At this time, countless people were even more shocked. The eight-sword formation, as the name suggests, is a single sword formation. Without a single sword formation, three attacks will be unleashed, and the strength of the sword formation will be determined according to the strength of the person entering the formation. Without a single sword formation, each has its own unique sword meaning, if there is no super-high swordsmanship attainments, it is not break the octet sword array, plus a heavy than a strong.

Even the first of the Wild Xianmen Fengyunxue Bolo, is the seventh epee array, the eighth does not go through, even the wild Xianmen instructors are not through.

When the instructor heard Sun Ce's words, his face hardened into a serious expression.

"Do you mean to challenge the Eightfold Sword Formation? The Eightfold Sword Array is extremely powerful, each eightfold sword array will double its power, it is decided by the intruder's repair, but the final decision whether to break the sword array is the sword meaning, the eighth eightfold sword array is the attack power that you repair for eightfold, are you sure you can break through

The instructor asked Sun Ce, after all, even he could not pass the eighth epee formation.

"The meaning of the sword, the meaning of the sword, the eighth epee formation, although extremely powerful, but this formation, after all, spell is the meaning of the sword, if the meaning of the sword reached a certain degree, you just stand there, do not do any attack, the sword formation will not break itself, this is also the charm of the epee formation.

Sun Ce said dryly, his understanding of the octagon formation was profound.

"Well, then I promise you, I'll see what you can do to challenge the Octagon! "

The instructor spoke proudly, then walked toward the position of the octagonal sword array.

Sun Ce followed, and the excitement was too much for the disciples to miss as they headed for the octagon.

"Hubris! Even the top of the charts can not defeat the eighth sword, this boy is said to be able to defeat! "

"Don't say that. You'll see when you get there.

"Look how he humiliated himself in front of tens of thousands of people. "

A number of elite disciples looked at Sun Ce's back and said sarcastically.

Not long after, they came to a region, and saw a boundary ahead of them floating there, divided into eight layers, each with a sword in the air, each with its own unique sword meaning, each with a sword of similar shape, but the body of the sword had a different sheen, and a long sword was floating.

The master sighed slightly as he looked at the eightfold sword.

"Sun Ce, do you know the origin of the octets? "

The tutor says to Sun Ce lightly.

"The octagonal sword array of the crazy celestial gate? I don't know. I only know that it is made up of swords with extremely strong handles. Each sword has its own meaning. "

Sun Ce said dryly.

"You speak only of the formation of the octets, not the formation of the octets of our crazy celestial gate? It is a close-fitting weapon of the ancient masters, and if the sword of the new masters is more meaningful than the original Eightfold Sword Array, it will be replaced by our crazy fairy gate and replaced with a new one."

"These swords are eager to find a new master, and if the man who goes into battle surrenders them to his will, then the sword is his. "

The instructor said lightly, Sun Ce also does not speak, looking at that octet sword array, suddenly felt the majesty, originally thought Crazy Xianmen is randomly looking for the eight bing powerful sword suspension where, who knows is the master of the sword.

"In fact, it used to be a nine-sword formation, but the seventh layer of swords was taken away by the storm and snow. The tenth layer of swords was taken away by a disciple a hundred years ago. The eighth layer of swords was actually the ninth layer. After the seventh layer was taken away by the storm and snow, it was demoted to the eighth layer. "

The master spoke of the history of the Octagonal Sword Array. From a distance, Sun Ce could see the long sword of the eighth layer. It was a magnificent weapon, but it was a broken sword, it was as if an indomitable will had been there, waiting for something, Sun Ce felt. It was unyielding, it was a feeling of sadness.

"ARTIFACTS! "

Sun Ce mumbled to himself and to himself, as hewent over every item in his head.

"The sword on the eighth floor, called the killing God, is the weapon of the three hundred and twenty-five generations of the gate. On that day, the Demon clan attacked in a big way, and numerous faerie realm monsters attacked and came. At that time, only a few thousand people were left alive in the crazy gate. The Gate of that generation was holding the killing God. One person fought his way out and led the disciples of the crazy gate to break through the circle of the Demon clan. In the end, the crazy gate was saved, but the gate was dead. The Sword of the killing God was broken, and no one could repair it. Up to now, it is only the power of the quasi-divine weapon. "

The instructor told Sun Ce the story, and he was there, too, in a battle that left him at one point terrified and alone against a thousand monsters and dying in front of everyone.

"He's an honorable man. I'll take care of him. "

When Sun Ce heard this, he looked at the eight swords, each of which was worthy of respect, with reverence and undefiled expression.

"Ha ha, feeling and hair, come on, I first, you later, by the presence of tens of thousands of students to determine the outcome of the bar. "

The instructor then charged into the Octagon.

Once inside, the master stepped on a square slab of Bluestone. The Long Sword on the first floor seemed aware of the challenge, and it vibrated toward the master.

The teacher pulled out his long sword, but it was still there. The momentum of his whole body exploded. The first layer of sword felt it and fell back without a fight.

The male instructor did not move. The bluestone slab under his feet began to rise slowly. He reached the second level. The instructor stood still. The Sword of the second level thundered out and attacked the instructor. The instructor swung his sword, a sword gas is from the tip of the sword flashing out, the second layer of the sword is also a bow, not in the attack of the mentor.

The bluestone slab under the master's feet continued to rise toward the third level, and the sword on the third level remained the same, afraid to attack the master.

"It's so strong. Those long swords can't even attack. It's so strong. "

"The master is really the master. When I broke the octagon formation, the long swords on the First Floor Made Me pee. "

"Ha ha ha, who let you weak, others are the teacher, although I am also fighting Zun state, but I can only rush up four levels, and although the teacher is also fighting Zun state, but the strength is a huge difference, the true genius. "

At this time tens of thousands of people watched the teacher's heroic, one after another envy, the former teacher, do not know in the wild Xianmen set off a big storm, only to become a teacher of tens of thousands of disciples, worthy of all respect.

Sun Ce watched the teacher lightly as the slate rose one layer at a time.