C89 A Different Kind of Challenge (1/2)

Seeing two silhouettes congealing, two black clad martial artists appeared before them. Lu Feng once again threw away his longsword, both of his fists striking out towards the two.

This time, the two black clad warriors still chose to throw away their long swords to clash with Lu Feng.

Another hour passed, and Lu Feng laughed out loud again. He drew out his sword, wanting to use the same method to kill the two black clad warriors and continue on to the next level.

Unfortunately, the two warriors seemed to have suddenly become clever. They both drew their swords and blocked Lu Feng's sword.

”Interesting!”

Lu Feng was overjoyed. If he were to fight with the two black robed warriors again, it would be good to practice his swordsmanship.

In his' past life ', Lu Feng had almost never used any other weapons except the Chaos Bell above his head. However, this did not mean that Lu Feng was unfamiliar with other weapons.

In fact, as the number one person under the Saint level, how could the Eastern Emperor not know how to use conventional weapons?

However, at his level, everything could be used as a weapon.

As one of the best in terms of strength, Taiyi's almost invincible body was the best weapon. Normal Protocosmic spirit-treasures were simply unable to break through his physical defense.

However, after reincarnating and rebirth, although Lu Feng possessed the absolute body of one in a thousand, he was no longer the body he was before. He was still unable to ignore the sword and blade.

One could tell this point from the wounds that the Whirlwind Wolves below the middle stage of the Innate realm could easily leave on Lu Feng's body back in the Spirit Vein Valley.

In addition, Lu Feng had also refined a flying sword to be used as a tool for him to go against his enemies in the future. It was necessary for him to practice his swordsmanship.

What surprised Lu Feng was that the two black robed warriors had inherited Lu Feng's original sword skills. When he used that sword technique, it was almost to the point where he could not bear to look at it directly.

Seeing this situation, Lu Feng could no longer hold any interest in practicing his sword techniques. He found an opening, and with one sword stroke, he cut off two heads, successfully passing through the second floor.

After entering the third floor, Lu Feng only had two hands left. He could only fight with the two men in black, but the other one had no way of dealing with him.

Lu Feng thought for a moment and decided that training his endurance ability would be a form of training for the Tyrant body. He wanted to see if the Heavenly Tyrant body trained by the Demon Emperor's Shuntian Art would be able to reach the desired level of strength.

After making up his mind, Lu Feng once again threw away his long sword and rushed up. He let the first black-clothed warrior fight against the second and the third, and let the first iron fist continuously hit his back.

For a time, a rare spectacle appeared on the third floor of the tower of trials. Three black clad martial artists stood in a line, surrounding Lu Feng in the middle and repeatedly punching him heavily.

As for Lu Feng, he firmly stood there, waving his fist to meet the two black robed warriors in front. He ignored the one behind him and let him hit him however he liked.

If a sect elder saw this scene, he would definitely shake his head. How was this still just passing the trial? This was simply a fight between hooligans on the street.

On the third floor, Lu Feng spent nearly two hours before he satisfactorily finished this trial. He eliminated three black-clothed martial artists and went to the next floor.

At this time, outside of the tower of trials, Murong Feng had already left. He still couldn't pass the fourth floor and had to stop before the fifth floor.

However, compared to before, his grades had improved quite a bit.

Relying on how long he had persevered, Mu Rong Feng was finally able to reach the 95th place. He was finally ranked in the top 100.

After leaving the tower, Murong Feng took a look at his ranking and walked towards the corner of the plaza. He stood there silently without any intention of leaving, as if he was waiting for something.

Not long after Murong Feng left the tower, Jiang Xin and Lu Lului walked out one after the other. Their first time participating in the tower's trials, both of them had relatively decent results. Jiang Xin was in the 500th place, while Lu Lulong had just entered the top 600.

The two girls were quite satisfied with their own results. They had both rushed to the third level, and were unable to make it out of the encirclement of three black clad warriors who were of similar strength to them.